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Date of Scene:	07 October 2020
Location:	Coffee of DOOM
Synopsis:	Conversation Confusion. Was something Boosted or Boostered? Who was wearing the kilt? Also a cat being a cat
Cast of Characters:	Joan Wright, Ted Kord

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Joan Wright has posed:
"AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHhhhhhh." Joan lowly complains, head down upon the table while her hand holds on to the coffee cup. "Three museums in Three days. Three. Not one. Not two. But Three. WHY."

The Damage Control Agent is tired. She is grumpy and now that the final repairs have been completed on the worst of them. It's time for that victory lap.

And that lap consists of her butt being in a chair in the oddly quiet coffee shop with a random Barista cat sitting nearby on a recently vacated table staring at her table.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord's laugh echoes in the formerly quiet coffee shop. "So the guy says to Stalin, why don't you throw yourself out the plane and make us all happy! Bwa-ha-ha... what. Stalin isn't Latverian, is he? How about a Ceaucescu joke? Oh wow, that's the fastest I was ever served. Here's a tip for you and the guy making the coffee in the back. Why no, the whole thing is for you. Yes. Take it."

Ted grabs his coffee, got to adjust goggles that he's not wearing (nope, slacks and a polo shirt). He starts hunting about for a table. "At six dollars a cup they ought have recliners in here, and a couple tv screens. Move kitty move kitty, good kitty, move... stay there kitty." He wanders about.

Joan Wright has posed:
The cat on the other table reaches across the gap between tables. Ever so gently. Ever so quietly to bap at the cup in Joan's hand. "Hmm?" Joan lifts her head, glancing to the cat. "No. Bad kitty. Coffee's not for you."

Taking a deep breath, Joan sits up, leaning back in her chair. Eyes glancing up to the ceiling. A familiar voice reaches her ears, causing for her to turn her head. Head tilting, she sits back up again. "Ted?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord stops and squints in the fashionable dim lighting. Men propose in such lighting which they would not hazard buying a necktie in.

"Oh hey Joan. How are you?" He mentally tallies how many times he imperiled Joan or was just made to look like an idiot in front of her. The tally doesn't look good. Brickhead, Charm school thugs, More Brickhead, oi. He prepares to keep moving.

Joan Wright has posed:
"It's, been a week." Joan replies, "Three museums called in work and just...little time in-between. Just finished with the worst of them."

She glances over to the cat pawing at her drink and moves her cup to another hand before reaching over to pet the cat with little success.

"How about you? Things have been pretty quiet coming from your account recently. Been out of town?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord raises an eyebrow. "Nooooo. I fought some guys with rocket packs thought they were ninjas. Then Booster came home and threw himself a welcome back party with no warning, and this goat man thing came barreling in and busted my patio door. I fixed it myself, didn't want to wait till Monday. Hardly worth it with my new deductible. I got a new PA. I was fighting this goat thing and she was a server he'd menaced, she was the only one who helped. She handed me a tray to smack him with. Single mom, very nice. And you? I saw DC was busy, like you were doing 52 things at once. I don't know how you keep everything straight. Especially the way you often have to tear things down and start over."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Well the point of some of us is to make sure we only tear down what needs to be torn down. Especially important with historic landmarks." She taps the cup. "So Booster is back and he brought ninjas for a party?" A brow raises. "You live an interesting life, Ted."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord shakes his head, takes a sip of his cooling coffee. "No. I was out and spotted these goofs robbing a couple outside the Anjelika. then they tried to outrun the Bug. Idiots. The rocket packs were worth way more tan what they boosted. When I came home, the party was there. Then Huntress fell through the skylight fighting Goat-Man. I took over the fight for her, being he snarled at my employee. I do watch out for them." He takes another gulp and looks around shifting his weight. When did the place get so bloody crowded?

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan blinks, trying to listen carefully to what was being described. "Oh. I misheard. So it was the rockets that were boosted. Not Booster being back. There was a party and Huntress and a goat man broke your skylight." She pauses. Seeming confused. "Who threw the party then?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord drains the cup and hands it to a waiter. "No, the muggers were boosting some wallets and purses using rocket packs to get away. Booster is back. He threw his own welcome back party. Though he used Kord Co. servers. Huntress came by with this Goat-Man in a kilt no less and was fighting him. I took over the fight because he knocked her into the cheese platter. So there I was fighting Goat-Man in my bathrobe..."

Joan Wright has posed:
As the explanation is given Joan gives a nod. "Okay so muggers had rocket packs and were boosting wallets while Booster boosted Kord resources to throw himself a party." She pauses, "That's... almost as weird as the outfits described. Huntress was in a kilt?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord shakes his head again. "No Huntress was wearing purple and black leather and a cape. Goat-Man wore a kilt. Apparently he's a Scottish national or something of a terrorist. I was in my bathrobe. Oh and Bordeaux Porterhouse showed up. Got all that?" He gazes into space checking did he relate everything correctly. "I think that's all right." He ponders asking to sit since they are talking. Then again she didn't make a motion yet. Probably tired.

Joan Wright has posed:
"OH. Okay." Joan nods, lifting up her cup to sip some more coffee before lowering it again, reaching over to pet the cat which... decided to move out of her reach. Momentarily defeated she lifts up her cup again. "So...Who is Bordeaux Porterhouse? Does she own any restaurants?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord shakes his head again, "No she's a reality tv star, if that isn't an oxymoron. She was wearing a white tee and skinny leg jeans. Since you seem interested in what people were wearing. I think that she's sweet on me... only in a sort of grabby way. Not a lady like you Joan." He smiles a little.

"I'm going to go and let you meditate whatever. Oh I laid in a supply of patio doors since an analysis identified them as the most frequent point of failure. Anyway let me go wash the Bug or move a stack of money or chase ninjas or something. Good night, Joan." Wow he didn't imperil her this time!

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan's brows raise, cup lowering. "Hm? Oh well, I had a hard time imagining Huntress in a kilt so I was trying to confirm details to make sure I heard right." She glances down, a hand going up to free the hair tucked behind the ear to cover up a bit of forming red. "Which I apparently didn't being that the goat guy was wearing the kilt and not her. I'm probably tired."

She pauses, "Oh! Did you order the patio doors from Doors R Us, or Doorzapalooza Xpress? Doors R Us tends to overcharge and takes forever on the turnaround time."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord waves the question off as he goes to leave. "No idea, my PA did it. I'll pass the info on to her though, thanks." At the moment, every inch the rich guy with /people/ he makes his exit. Yeah a little patrol will be nice. Maybe find someone major to stop. Maybe save a couple from some thugs. Huntress wearing a kilt.

Bwa. Ha. Flipping. Ha.

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan sets her cup down on the table, turning her head to watch as Ted heads out. Head tilting curiously. As she watches, the cat on the other table comes over, paying her attention finally. But the human is not. This shall not do.

Joan turns her head back as the sound of her cup hitting the floor draws her attention. A defiant look being flashed upon her from the table next to her.

Joan's eyes narrow, matching the cat's glare. "Bad kitty."