3630/Hashtag: AllGoldEverything Again

Hashtag: AllGoldEverything Again
Date of Scene:	30 September 2020
Location:	Union Square
Synopsis:	Booster continues with his newest marketing campaign and SHIELD's Peggy Carter is there to scout and observe the spectacle.
Cast of Characters:	Booster Gold, Peggy Carter

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Booster Gold has posed:
Alright. Let's try this again.

"THIIIIS IS HOW WE DOOOOOOO IIITTTT!"

The sonic brilliance of Montell Jordan's new jack swing masterpiece blasts from a pair of external speakers attached to a gaudy, golden van. The dozens (and DOZENS) of Booster Gold fans have gathered here in Union Square to support their favorite time-traveling marvel, whose #AllGoldEverything marketing campaign has led them to Manhattan's busiest and most populated tourist attraction. Kicking the back doors to the van open, Booster reveals himself and flashes his trademark grin, rgiht as the doors come swinging back and slamming in his face. The music stops for a moment, leaving his adoring fans to collectively go, "Ooooooh."

...

"THIS IS HOW WE DO IT, IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT!"

But it wasn't Friday night. It was Tuesday afternoon. And if that doesn't sum up Booster Gold, nothing will. The doors slowly open, this time, and Booster slllooooowwly makes his way out, with a thumbs-up for everyone. Skeets is zipping around the van and playing that dreaded air siren sound effect ad nauseum as Booster greets his adoring public. "The selfie line starts HERE, beautiful people. WHO WANTS TO GO VIRAL?!"

Peggy Carter has posed:
While Peggy wasn't exactly involved with recruitment these days, possible other assests were always a thing on her mind. She'd heard some rumors of this Booster Gold, just enough that made him worth investigating. The moment she steps out of her car near the area, though, she's regretting that. She winces, just slightly, at the music. "...Here goes nothing. God save me..." She mutters beneath her breath, clipped accent already exhausted from the day.

Then, she's getting closer. Carefully weaving through fans, watching the sort that seem to flock to this strange super hero. She doesn't exactly get into the selfie line, but she gets close enough that she can study him as he works. She leans over, murmuring quietly to one of the over excited girls... If there is anyone excited, there. "And just what...does this Booster Gold *do*? Some sort of rock musician?"

Booster Gold has posed:
The Becky-in-training clasps her hands together in front of her, eyes wide with adoration, and lets out a long sigh. "I don't know. Nobody knows. But isn't he... amazing at it?"

Booster, meanwhile, is taking pictures with folks and flexing for each shot. Nice lat spread, here. Sweet bicep peak shot for this guy. God, that's gonna get so many likes. "Okay, everyone -- now before we go crazy, here, let's remember what we're all here for."

"...Watching you fight cri--"

"MERCHANDISE, exactly!" Booster runs over to his van and grabs a set of blue and gold t-shirts, taking one and unfurling it for everyone to see. He's met with a smattering of polite applause from some of the more confused people at this meet-up, but keeps that grin going. He tosses a few shirts at them, one-by-one, "Only $19.99 + tax, guys. You know the Venmo, don't lie. Skeets can take card, too, won't you Skeets?" Eventually, he tosses a shirt at Peggy, and stop in his tracks. "Well, hellllllo, pretty lady. I take it you're here for me? Of course, you are."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"I... ah... don't need a shirt, Skeets. Thank you." Peggy's accent is clear and clipped, even in a crowd like this, as she neatly tries to hand back the t-shirt before she's conned into paying 20 dollars for something she has no interested in wearing. 'Skeets' is given a red lipped, slightly too tight smile, but she ducks around another few giggling girls in the crowd...

... only to practically run straight into Booster Gold. And he's noticed her now. She tilts her head, her smile twisting a bit more amused as she looks him up and over. "...In a manner of speaking, yes. I was curious if you actually had any super powers, or simply a somewhat sharp understanding of social media and an ego?" Well, the vintage-dressed Brit certainly doesn't pull shots. She's in a deep green dress today, a 1940s wrap cut with well tailored shoulders, cuban heeled stockings and t-strap heels. She must be one of those retro ModCloth wanna be girls.

Booster Gold has posed:
"Whaaaaaat? Of course, I've got superpowers! Would I have this sweet physique and awesome visor if I DIDN'T have powers?" He blinks, and looks off to the corner. "Wait, you're right -- I don't have POWERS, but I'm power-FUL -- know what I'm sayin'? Check this out." Looking into the sky, Booster shoots straight up into the air and starts to loop around to some more applause. He twirls in mid-air, just above Peggy, and waits for all the eyes to be on him before triumphantly throwing both hands into the air. "BOOSTER GOOOLLLD, BAY-BAY!"

"See what I mean?" Booster says, descending back to the ground. "I've also got these rad gloves that shoot energy things, and I'm practically impervious to injury. Did I mention I can travel through time, too? 'Cause I can." At this point, another fan approaches him for an autograph. He doesn't even look at what he should be signing, taking the pen and writing on the fan's shoulder, instead. Peggy, indeed, had his full attention. "Why, you wanna book me for an appearance or something? Oh, snap -- are you with the BBC?"

Peggy Carter has posed:
Well, that answers her question. Peggy's dark eyes jerk up, watching the man's show but for entirely different reasons than the fan girls around, many of which are excitedly screaming for the sky and cheering the man on. She winces a bit against the shrieking, but doesn't pull away. She's taking mental notes of every power he shows off. Then he's back at her side, showing off the rad gloves. Peggy's brows arch, "And...where exactly did you get those 'rad gloves'? I don't recognize the technology..." She's awful calm for a fan girl.

"You...did not mention you can time travel. Isn't that a highly dangerous activity? The whole world could be affected by such mistakes if that power isn't used wisely." His next question makes her smirk a hint deeper, "No, no... I promise you, I'm not BBC. Sorry to disappoint."

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster stretches his arms out in front of him and cracks his knuckles in an attempt to show humility, "Well, you totally wouldn't recognize the technology considering it's from the 25th century or whatever, but totally understandable. As for the time traveling, it's pretty dangerous, yeah. Not everyone can do it, except for like, super-awesome hero types, but I didn't choose this life, y'know? It kinda chose me?" She mentions not being part of the BBC, however, and he curls his mouth to the side in slight disappointment, eyes narrowed.

"So, like... BBC /America/, then?

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peg didn't think her eye brows could get any higher, but then he keeps talking and they climb her forehead, just staring at him in incredulity. "Well, no, I am... Not from the 25th century. I suppose you used your time traveling powers to come here from then. How... how do you know you are not hurting your own world by affecting things *here*, in the past?" The woman really cannot just accept that he's the type to have these powers responsibly.

"And no, not BBC America. I'm actually with a little organization..." Not so little, "Called SHIELD." She doesn't explain further, testing the waters to see if he even knows who they are. Her dark eyes are sharp and thoughtful on his face, still looking for some hint it's an awful act.

Booster Gold has posed:
Not an act, lady. Real AF. "I'll be honest with you -- I can't really tell you much, just that I'm here to make sure that what happened in my time, doesn't come to pass." He says this, and a discerning eye would be able to tell he's not exactly /lying/... but he's definitely not telling the whole truth. Regardless, he lets out a sigh until Peggy mentions her affiliation with SHIELD. "Oh, really? Like... 'SHIELD-SHIELD?' Nice." He gives her a thumbs-up and takes a moment to pose for another selfie. Returning his gaze to Peggy, he folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head. "So lemme guess -- they sent you to check if I was the real deal? Typical. Look, lady, I appreciate the offer, but I've got ONE affiliation -- and that's to truth, justice, and the American way."

He blinks.

"Okay, those are three things, but the same singular umbrella."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Well then, Mr. Gold... I shan't keep you from your adoring fans any longer. I just hope you take the timeline as seriously as we do." Peggy knows she's missing a part of the story, but having gotten enough of it she doesn't feel like she has to mark him an immediate hazard, she tips her head to him in farewell. She then picks her way through the crowd, finding a ledge near by enough where she can perch, watch the rest of the show, and figure out what the hell she's putting in this report.