2981/The Rain Down With America

The Rain Down With America
Date of Scene:	18 August 2020
Location:	Hell's Gate
Synopsis:	America runs into Sarah Rainmaker, and offers friendship and some advice. Snowcones are had.
Cast of Characters:	Sarah Rainmaker, America Chavez

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Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    While it's not always the best neighborhood to live in, especailly for a young woman on her own, it's cheap, it's nondescript and easy to hide in, and, more positively, it's also the sort of place where there are all sorts of neighborhood markets for a a variety of ethnic backgrounds - Mexican, Indian, East Asian, Central America, African...a lot end up here, at least temporarily, mixed in with the long term residents who have lived here for generations.

    Thus, Sarah was having a pretty good day, having found a shop that actually ships in proper roasted green chile from New Mexico, instead of only tiny little cans of it. It's frozen, but good enough she can get it home and refreeze it as needed after the walk.

    That is, if a trio of local guys hadn't decided this is the day they won't take no for an answer when hitting on her.

    "Fuck, babe, you don't need this shit...I can take you to the best restaurant in town!" one of them is busy boasting as he...well, dumps most of Sarah's groceries on the ground in the process with a look of distaste. Greenery! Who eats veggies anyway!

    Sarah doesn't look pleased. "Goddammit, do you know how long it took me to actually find decent chile around here?"

America Chavez has posed:
    America Chavez? Definitely not a chef, or a cook. Not unless you count dumping a box of cold cereal into a serving bowl and filling it with milk cooking. Or, pop tarts in a toaster. That's about the limits of her ablities, or interest, in cooking.

    Eating, on the other hand? Well. America has a pretty good sense for flavor, and where to find good food. And, she's found that one of the delights was a small, hole-in-the-wall food shop that made the best tamales in the entire state. And, considering the hour, and the fact Caitlin wasn't around to cook in the Tower, she'd decided she had a hankering for some and had flew over to snag some for herself on a quiet evening.

    The 'all american' girl, dressed in her typical red-white-and-blues, stars and stripes, parades into the store with a flair and vibrancy that suggests not only is everything fantastic in the world, but everyone, including herself, is also pretty damn fantastic.

"Hey, chica," America calls with a wave to the girl at the register who seems to know America fairly well. America is rewarded with a smile, and ... a subtle finger point towards the three guys, and Sarah.

"Heeey," America says, cheerfully towards Sarah, moving towards her and the three locals. "I haven't seen you in here before." Her eyes flit to the chile's. "Oh, man. If you like those you have -got- to try their tamales."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "I'd *love* to do that, though I was kinda hoping to make my own..." Sarah says, turning her head slightly as she takes in the star-spangled woman, but...noticeably never turns her head where she doesn't have the three guys harrassing her out of her line of sight. They seem a bit nonplussed at first at America just adding herself to the group, before one of them hehs. "Hey, maybe you both would like a meal out, we'll show you a great time, chica..." he repeats, grinning at her. Well, leering really as he looks her over. "Fuck, you're tall..." Sarah shifts, then starts to crouch down to get her dumped groceries when the middle guy kicks the wrapped green chile to the side out of reach. "What do you even want this green shit for? LOoks like crap...."

    Sarah's hands curl into fists for a moment. "...look. You really don't want to do this." she says calmly. "Especially not on camera..."

America Chavez has posed:
"I like the view from up here," America says with a - flirtacious? - grin at Sarah, before her bold brown eyes look at the three men, at first, amused at their attempts of adding her to the mix and flirting with her, or, trying to put on their bravado.

Then, of course, one of them takes it up a notch too far.

It is, no pun intended, like a rainstorm just came over America's features out of nowhere. The sort of moment when in a blink of an eye you suddenly realized the sky was pitch black and it was about to thunderstorm like a mad motha.

Her brows crease, the smile turns into a thin line. The tall latina young woman slams one closed fist into the flat of her palm in front of herself and there's a small wind-rush from the force that resonates, cleanly and loudly, throughout the small little store.

"Go get the pretty girl some new chiles." She lifts her chin, once. "Now."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    The guys all freeze. "Ah fuck, she's a freak!" one sputters, as they back up slightly. Sarah takes the moment of distraction to snatch the wrapped chile back. 'It's fine, it's not messed up." she says with a frown...though something in her tone suggests she really WANTS to push things, but is forcing herself to back down.

    She's still not going to go for the other groceries to put them back in the bag yet, not when there's still a standoff going on as she straightens up, glancing over to America. "...though...thanks for the thought." she offers.

    The three look like they're eying the door now. "Fucking super bitchs all over the goddamn place..." one mutters sullenly, as he edges for the door.

America Chavez has posed:
"You hombres ever cause trouble here, I will pull the backseat of your pants up so high that you'll be looking down on the Daily Planet," America tells them, gravely. Then, she makes a grimace, her upper lip twitching, "Now go away." And, makes a 'shoo' motion with her hand. Apparently, the three boys aren't on her threat list. Just her annoyance list.

She looks back to the girl at the register, "You let me know if they cause you anymore trouble, Maria. Nobody messes with America's tamales, aye?" She shoots the girl a wide smile again, then looks back to Sarah.

"They don't understand a girl doesn't need a big strong man to save them from themselves." She rolls her eyes. "I'm my own damn Princess." And grins, fiercely.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Likewise." Sarah says steadily as the guys curse a bit, then finally head for the door, shooting angry looks at the pair before heading back out onto the street. Maria looks relieved, relaxing a bit. "Thank you...they usually don't hastle people inside the store..." she says with a grumble.

    Sarah lets out a breath, then kneels down, starting to pick up her groceries. "Thank you though. Just because I can take care of myself doesn't mean I don't appreciate the help."

    She gets things back into the paper back and scoops it up. "I'm Sarah, by the way." she offers, turning to face America.

America Chavez has posed:
"No doubt about it, chica," agrees America, "Was doing it for her," she says, shooting a thumb slightly behind her towards Maria. "Didn't need a scene in my favorite store happening. But," she says smiling warmly, "Glad to help regardless. I'm America." Yes. That's what she just said. She gives another big, friendly smile and shakes Sarah's hand with a warm and firm grip.

"Maybe someday you can repay me with some tamales," she jokes, warmly.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Well...I can get ingredients for that now, if you'd like..." Sarah says, her grip firm as she returns the shake, shifting the bag to her other arm. "And you are definitely America." she says dryly, glancing over the other woman's clothes. "Depends what kind of tamales you like? Green chile or red?"

America Chavez has posed:
"People aren't going to know who you are unless you advertise," America responds back, playfully, or, flirtaciously. It's hard to say. Either way, her spirits are certainly back up, "I like both," she says earnestly, "But if I have to choose between the two, green chiles are the best," she's forced to admit. "At least, the ones from here."

She considers, "You new around here? I come in here a couple times a week, haven't seen you before. But, could just be we never ran into one another too." She doesn't seem embarassed, interestingly, for sounding so lame.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah grins, then hesistates slightly at the question. "Y-yeah, a friend got me moved in here not too long ago. Temporary, hopefully, but I needed a place to stay and she didn't, um, have space where she lives. Really exclusive place so they're picky about who stays there." Titan Tower and all that.

    "I've have remembered you definitely if I'd seen you. You don't live here then, just visiting?"

America Chavez has posed:
At that, America's smile, if possible, gets wider and she lets out a small laugh. "Currently I live in the Themiscyrian Embassy, as their guest. Not from around here, at all. That is," she says, brazenly and proudly, "This dimension. But, I'm working on getting on Team Titan. So, there's that. Still new to this whole Hero thing, but it's fun, and it'll work out," she says with the sort of absolute confidence only a real hero, or someone very delusional, could muster.

"Well, if those hombres give you any more trouble, just punch them in the kidneys. They'll get the message. But you need anything else, like, a friend, or someone to try out a tamale recipe on? You give me a call."

And, just like that, America is pulling out a cell phone out of her pocket to offer Sarah her digits.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah looks a bit suprised. "So you're not an Amazon?" she says curiously. She wouldn't hvae been suprised if she was...she's tall enough and apparently strong enough, from what she knows of them. Well, of Diana and Donna and such, anyway. And that blonde girl. She can never remember which one is Wondergirl of the latter two. She hesistates, then turns to set the bag on a nearby display carefully so she can wiggle her own phone, a pretty cheap pay as you go model, that she offers in return, trading phones with her. "Sure? CAn always use someone else to know. I haven't exactly been getting out much...um, the Titans? The Teen Titans, that live in that huge T tower thing ?" she says with sudden interest. "Do they...audition or something for that?"

America Chavez has posed:
"I don't know?" America gives a sheepish sort of smile, now, laughs. "I got reccomended by Diana." Yeah, she's apparently on a first-name basis with Wonder Woman, to some extent. That's not intimidating, right? "Though, our Green Lantern was kind of a random encounter, and he, like me, we're both still on the 'trial' phase, and not officially on the team yet. But I haven't seen any actual -tryouts-."

After the digits are exchanged, she squints looking at Sarah curiously, "Why are you asking, anyways? Know someone that wants to join?"

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Uh, well...I mean, no one who's got that sort of support, I guess, if they need to have someone in the League to recommend them." Sarah says with a faint frown. She could mention knowing Caitlin, of course...but it bugs her coming off like she'd only be getting a shot because Caitlin was in there already. Shouldn't she prove what she can do on her own?

    She hesistates for a moment. "But....yeah, if...if they allow people off the street like that and it's not some...have to be a friend of a friend or a recommendation...."

America Chavez has posed:
"Oh. Well, I don't think you have to -know- anyone. You just have to, well," America isn't quite sure, but, she hedges, "Be a hero. And young. And want to do more. And, be able to use your abilities, powers, competently. It's not a place for learning how to control power if you're looking for that. A team is depending on you. So," she looks about thoughtfully, "I guess if it were me, and I didn't have Diana's reccomendation, I'd just go knock on their doors and say, 'Hey. I'm America. I hear this is the best place to kick some ass in the name of justice, and be the best damn hero in this dimension. So, who wants to punch some villians with me?" She laughs, "Or, something like that."

There's only the briefest of pauses before she alludes, "I like to speak my mind."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah laughs a bit, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I get that vibe off you. Just...walk up to the front door and knock, huh?" she says, pursing her lips thoughfully. "Oh, uh...wait, you said something about dimensions? Is that a thing for you?" she says curiously. "I mean....sorry, i don't mean to pry, just curious."

America Chavez has posed:
"A thing?" America looks confused for a moment, before she shrugs some, going back to her relaxed stance. "I grew up in Utopia," she says thoughtfully, "It's well, far enough away that I really doubt anyone here, even those who can travel through dimensions, could ever get to it or find it. But, yes. I can dimension travel. At will. Basically," she brags, "I punch reality, and tell it where I want to go. And I go there. Whether it's Japan, or ... any other dimension I want to go to. I chose to stay here because, well, I like it."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah processes that. "So you /are/ from another dimension. Utopia, huh? Was it?" she says curiously. "How long have you been here then?" She shifts the bag to her other arm. "...actually, you wanna grab a snowcone or something? There's a truck down the street, I was going to stop by there on the way home." she admits.

America Chavez has posed:
"Yeah. It's a long story. One I'll tell you about later. For now, snowcones," she agrees, cheerfully enough. She starts to head outside, giving Maria a wave goodbye - she will have to come back and get tamales later, for now - snowcones, and someone new to call a friend which, in America's percpetion is far more important than a tamale.

"What about you? Where're you from?"

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah nods. "Let's go then..." she says, heading towards the door and holding it for America so the other girl can follow, before starting to walk down the street beside her. "Um, Arizona, originally. San Carlos reservation. Though I had some troubles and I haven't been home in a couple years." she admits. "I don't really have anyone there who'd miss me too much these days though."

America Chavez has posed:
"I was there, once. Arizona," she clarifies, thoughtfully. "Very hot. And not in the 'I know I am' way," she jokes, as they head towards the snowconemobile. "Don't know how anybody lives out there." But her tone is humored, more than anything else.

"But, really? There's all kinds of weather in other dimensions. Arizona isn't so bad after you've been through Lava World." Which, apparently, she has by the face she's making.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    The Apache woman snorts a bit at the joke. "You get used to it, though yeah, it's pretty nasty in the summer unless you get lucky to have some rain to cool things down. Or really good AC. Which there wasn't. I mean, unless you went to one of the casino, those were always arctic." she admits. "But I didn't really get out much for that."

    She shrugs her shoulders slightly, rhen raises a brow. "...lava world? So basically, floor is lava but everyone plays?" she says dryly.

America Chavez has posed:
"I didn't visit long. But, basically, yes. No water to cool, or create land. And just everything just keeps erupting. The lava-men were having trouble, I had to give them a hand to prevent their world from ending," she explains, without much detail to Sarah. "It was before I got here. But, to answer THAT question? I haven't been here long. A couple months only, really. But I get around." She gives a rakish sort of grin, and a shrug to go with it.

"I also like fighting," she admits, freely. "So, between wanting to help people, and wanting to save people, and being able to freely travel dimensions, plus being able to fly, and having the most awesome punches anywhere? I really didn't see any other choice but to try and join the Titans."

It all makes sense. At least, to her. And she seems happy enough, by her expression.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Wow. That seems like it'd be rough on your outfit." Sarah says thoughtfully. Something in her gaze making it unclear if she's visualizing it or just picturing a more cartoony version where America lands and suddenly looks like a soot covered match after her clothes go up in cinders. "So you're an interdimensional heroine punching for freedom?" as she stops by the truck. "Also, what flavor?" She goes for blue raspberry herself.

America Chavez has posed:
"Duh. Wild Cherry," America retorts back as if it were the only choice available, despite Sarah having already picked blue raspberry.

There's a nod of her head, and she brushes her hair out of her eyes a little with her hand, errantly. "Yeah, that's pretty much me," she agrees. "I don't do subtle. I do fun."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
"Something to be said for being direct in life." Sarah agrees, paying for the snow cones and handing America's over to her. "I was expecting you to layer it in red white and blue there." she teases faintly, taking her own and moving over to a nearby picnic bench that's unoccupied, setting down her groceries.

America Chavez has posed:
"See? Just goes to show you I can be unpredictable, too," America laughs warmly to Sarah. She flops onto the bench, and takes a nibble at her snowcone, "Mm." Dark brown eyes flit to regard Sarah, "And what about you? What do you do for fun, besides make tamales and buy latina girls snowcones?"

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Mm, I am open to buying all sorts of girls snowcones." Sarah says, raising a brow as she smiles a little. "And...well, like I said, I'm pretty new around here, so not a lot to do its..." She frowns, then gestures towards the city in general with her snowcone. "It's a lot different than what I'm used to. The city is huge, and...everything is rushed and people are fucking rude at times." she grumbles. "I mean, people were assholes where I was from, but at least it felt personal at that point, instead of just because you happen to be ahead of them and not walking fast enough to please them or something."

    She shrugs her shoulders, looking thoughful. "So I'm still sort of feeling things out...maybe going to school, if it doesn't get in the way of things." She inhales and lets out a breath. "...honestly, I came here because of...some people who were bugging me, so I'm hoping here I've lost them and they can't follow me."

America Chavez has posed:
America's eyes squint, and she looks Sarah dead in the eye, "You listen, chica. Anyone comes after you that you can't handle. Anyone. You just text me. Call me. You get me. And I'll make sure they will never come around again, yeah? Standing offer. Nobody goes after my friends and gets away with it. Especially when they're friends I like. And buy me snowcones." Despite the attempt at humor, there's nothing but dead seriousness in her voice.

As intense, if not moreso, then when the boys were starting to pick on Sarah and cause a little trouble. "America don't stand for bullshit. You got me?"

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah looks slightly suprised at the vehemence behind the statement, but smiles after a moment. "I believe you." she says simply. "Thank you, that does mean a lot...even if you don't know what you're committing to there." she adds wryly. She pauses, then sets down her snowcone cup for a moment "...this is why I had to move here, though." she says, holding a hand over the snowcone.

    A moment later small snowflakes seem to stream up to her hand, where the water thickens into a small cloud, that starts snowing on the little cup for a moment, before it disappates.

America Chavez has posed:
"Doesn't matter, I usually don't know what I'm getting into, beyond someone needs my help," America states, earnestly and intensely. Then, in a more humored, but no less serious manner adds, "And, really? Most problems can be solved by punching someone. Or something. And, I'm -really- good at that." She flashes a grin.

That grin fades just slightly, "Talk about your snowcones," she says, blinking a few times to look at Sarah quizically to see if Sarah did that - or, maybe, they are magic snowcones?

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah snorts a bit at the look. "I can't really...well, I guess I could do something bigger, but it draws attention." she says after a moment, frowning thoughfully as she peers up at the sky as she thinks, then seems to focus, little electrical sparks running through her eyes as the sky overhead starts to become...overcast. Very quickly, blocking out the hot sun beatind down overhead.

America Chavez has posed:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," America says, half-grinning, half-surprised, "That's some skill you got there, chica. Your own personal weather service, anytime you want? Damn."

Suddenly, she laughs, "And when you tell someone to cool off, you can actually make them do it." Finding the idea of literal application of the idiom to be entirely amusing. "Oh, you can I are going to get along, -really- well, chica."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah smiles. "Well...my name is Rainmaker, after all. Wouldn't be accurate if I couldn't live up to it." she says, stopping her focus. The clouds overhead begin slowly disapppating back to normal again. "But, uh...you think...the Titans would be interested in something like that?"

America Chavez has posed:
"I'm pretty sure that the Titans don't have anyone like you on their team," agrees America, clearly impressed by Sarah's abilities and the subtle displays.

"I'll talk to them for you. And, well, I can tell you at least I'm interested in something like that. I mean -- could you do like, wind tunnels and stuff like that too?" Clearly, she has Ideas <tm> by the glint in her eye.

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    "Sure. I can do pretty much any natural weather. And a bunch of stuff that shouldn't usually happen." Sarah admits, nibbling at her snowcone a bit. "Um...are you sure? I mean, I don't mind just...walking up and knocking on the door, like you said." She frowns. "I mean, I don't want to come off like I'm expecting them to induct me or something just because I want it."

America Chavez has posed:
"Okay, you go walk up and knock on the door," agrees America, "You do you, girl. But, not that my vote counts for anything, I'm not actually a Titan yet. Still! I'll put in a word for you whatever it's worth, when it happens. Besides," she continues, "Think of it. You could wind-tunnel them to me, and then I can just powerhouse uppercut them to the moon. Wouldn't that be cool?"

She exhales then, finishing off the last of her snowcone, "Besides, any girl that looks as good as you and can do awesome stuff like that? I wanna team up, regardless."

Sarah Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah raises a brow again. "Only girls who look good as me, huh?" she says, pausing to finish off her snowcone as well. "Well, I don't usually meet girls like you either..." she admits. "I mean...before this I was kinda isolated, to be honestly." She shrugs slightly, crumpling up the cup and tossing it into a nearby trash can over hand. "Swish."

America Chavez has posed:
"Well, you've got a friend. So not so isolated now." America stands up, and tosses hers towards the trash too - it bounces off the rim and goes in, no swish. Still, she's pleased enough. "Don't wait too long to come knocking," she invites Sarah. "It's not nice to keep a girl waiting, you know. And, bring some of those talames, si?"