3906/Mimosas and Police Scanners

Mimosas and Police Scanners
Date of Scene:	23 October 2020
Location:	Atop She-Hulk's apartment building.
Synopsis:	Dr. Strange ends up visiting She-Hulk for a while. They imbibe some supernatural whiskey and have a good conversation.
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Walters, Stephen Strange

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Jennifer Walters has posed:
Of all the things that people do to relax, sitting on the rooftop, drinking mimosas, and listening to the police scanner wouldn't be high on the list for normal people. She-Hulk isn't normal people. After a full and busy day at work in her legal profession, sometimes a girl just has to sit back, relax, and stop a bank robbery or two.

Unfortunately, today seems to be a slow day for crime. Still, the background chatter of the police scanner is soothing in it's own, strange way, and She-Hulk is lounging in a lounge chair, reading a tawdry romance novel atop her apartment building. She lets out a sigh, sips her mimosa, and twiddles the knob of the police scanner to see if she can get something on the fire department. Maybe they have something going on.

Stephen Strange has posed:
    There's a hollow sound from just to Jennifer's right as a hole in space-time seems to just casually happen near her and the sounds of the interior of a madhouse can be heard for a moment before a single man steps through the hole and stops. "Ah. I wasn't aware there was a chance for..." Stephen pauses, looking towards the somewhat familiar face. "Company." The wizard notes, keeping the portal open and yet a decanter is held on the bottom by one hand, a decanter of brown liquid and with what looks like a ... young iguana in the bottom... Isn't that supposed to be a worm.

    Stephen lingers near the portal for a moment, looking to Jennifer with a curious look on his grey eyes. "Would you mind if I joined you? Not much better view of the city than up here." Strange notes, seeming agreeing with the heroine on location at least.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer is a bit surprised to have a hole in spacetime just open up right next to her, but relaxes when she sees that it's Dr. Strange coming through. "Doctor Strange," she greets him with a pleasant enough smile, "It's good to see you and not some reality destroying demon coming out of that portal." When asked if he could join she nods to the chair that's been folded up next to her. "Please! I could use the company."

She sits up a bit in her chair as she waits for him to join her, and asks, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "You should trust that instinct more than you might think." Stephen says to Jen as he steps all the way through and gives the verdant woman a kindly but short smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A small motion and the portal behind him ceaces to be with a whumpf and Strange moves around in front of Jennifer as she went out of her way to straighten up to make passing easier. The wizard takes a deep breath as he sits down, and in a relaxing show of poor posture, the wizard slumps some and sits more on his back than his bottom and oozes himself onto the seat.

    Stephen clinks his bottle of booze on the roof below and he kicks up his boot covered feet and crosses them at the ankle while resting the one boot on the ledge. "Dear dear Jennifer, the whole woods, the hole bloody forrest is under my protection, I just like to sit here to let my mind wander in a sence of peace and quiet." Strange admits as he twists one hand to conjur up a fluid crystal shape that slightly resembles one of those stemless wine glasses. "Would you like some?" He asks, holding up the bottle and giving no heed to the reptile in the bottom of it as he pops the glass cork.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer nods knowingly, "Taking a breather. I get it. Constant vigilance can get tiring if you don't take a break from time to time." She swirls what's left of her mimosa in her glass thoughtfully before downing it in one gulp. "I have to force myself to relax from time to time. When I'm not busy with my day job, I'm out there punching threats to Earth. One wouldn't think it because of my carefree demeanor but I really am a workaholic."

She eyes the lizard at the bottom of the bottle suspiciously. "Is that... is that alive?" She shakes her head deciding that she would just rather not know and hands her glass over to Strange. "Hit me up. If it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me." When she gets her glass back filled with amber liquid she sniffs it curiously. "What is it?"

Stephen Strange has posed:
    Stephen smirks with a lift of his eyebrow closest towards Jennifer as he motions towards the cloak on his back to slip out from behind him and take a perch as it might to look over the city, allowing the thing to be free a bit. The wizard in a tunic and dress slacks looks back to Jen and twists his scared hand at the wrist to pour Jennifer a rather small ammount but then he does the same ammount for himself and lifts his other eyebrow, but looks at the small reptile in the bottom and smirks. "It's half alive in an odd sense, that the other half of its life is in several other dimensions where it feeds on incredibly diverse and dangerous specters and wishes." Stephen says with another look at the dragon within and back to Jennifer, "Just... drink."

    "SLOWLY" Stephen says rapidly as he sets the bottle down and swirls his own drink in the glass, but watching Jennifer's reaction.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer takes this all in with stride. Multidimensional mystical stuff really isn't her forte, so she'll just take Stephen's word on it. She swirls the glass again and takes another sniff, smelling something like whiskey, with some fruity overtones and dimensional essence. She didn't even /know/ that dimension had essences that one could smell, but now she does.

Taking Stephen's warning to heart, she takes a small sip of the liquid, and her eyes light up in surprise. "HOOWEE, that packs a punch!" She takes another sip and this time rolls it around in her mouth to ferret out the flavors. "I've never tasted anything like this," she says after finally swallowing. "What's it called?"

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "Of course it does. It's...." Stephen trails off, making sure Jennifer can't hear the words he says, trying to protect her from the oddities of the world he lives within. The brown liquid doesn't burn like a whiskey might, not like a traditional with that belly fire that burns the esophogas this is a sort of fire that starts in the shoulders, moves down to tbe back and ends at the tailbone before it washes out towards the ends of the extremities. "It's got a punch, you could say that." The wizard says with a deep breath of the air and then a rather hearty sip of his drink. The man's eyes close as he tilts his head back and allows the drink to pour over his tongue, taking a moment before he opens his mouth. A small but noticeable fireball goes about half an inch from his lips and dissapates into a puff of smoke that fades into the wind.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
"I should drink with you more often," admits Jennifer. "I think I'd actually be able to feel this if I drank enough of it." She watches the little fireball Stephen emits with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Ever since I lost the ability to go back to being plain old Jennifer Walters, I've never gotten a buzz off of alcohol." She thumps herself in the chest. "Thanks to my gamma-irradiated metabolism, most poisons and stuff just gets processed like so much water."

She takes another sip of the drink, and closes her eyes to enjoy the feel of the warmth that travels down her spine. "Man, that's good. Thank you for sharing it with me."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "Jennifer Walters. Not being able to get a buzz is something you should have come to me about much sooner than you have." The sorcerer says with a smirk as he lowers his chin and then starts to reach for the drink again and goes to give the woman more. "You shouldn't let that fire stew in your belly though, you'll feel it. It can have some ... consequences." The wizard says with a chuckle and a hiccup that causes another more sudden belch of fire from between his lips. Orange and a short cauliflower of fire that fades quickly and he looks at the crystal in his hand.

    "This stuff can be dangerous but dang does it hit harder than anything else on earth." Stephen says with a wink towards Jennifer. "Of course I'm gonna share, I might be a stuff old codger, but not sharing with company when you invade upon THEIR rooftop, that's just bad form."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
"Bah," Jennifer says. "You're not that old." She reaches over to let Stephen top her off. She takes another sip and sighs in delight. "Ooh, yeah. I'm beginning to feel it." She takes his warning about keeping the fire in to heart and screws up her face in concentration. She's not as familiar with this mystical stuff as her companion is, so it takes her a while to figure out how to expel it.

Once she does, however, it's pretty spectacular. A gout of green flame erupts from her mouth, and her eyes go wide in surprise, and when it's over she hiccups a bit. "Oh my," she says covering her mouth with a hand. "Is it supposed to do that?"

Stephen Strange has posed:
    Stephen's eyes are wide and bludging as he watches and looks over to Jennifer. "I've never seen green, at least, not from a mortal. Or a human." Stephen says with a genuine smile. "That was interesting." Stephen says before grabbing the decanter and deciding to give Jen the lions share and fill her cup much more than he had. The thing on the inside twitches inside the diminishing liquids but doesn't do much more than that.

    "What brings you up here besides listening to some awful radio?" Stephen asks, motioning towards the radio beside her and taking another small sip of his own mystic whiskey.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
"It probably has to do with the gamma radiation," Jennifer muses about the flame. "It always seems to come back to that." She accepts the rest of the brown liquid and raises it up in a silent toast. "I always knew there was more to being a Hulk than just gamma radiation, but I'm not a physicist. Not like Bruce is."

"Had a long day at work," she answers his last question. "So I decided to keep an ear on the police scanner to see if something would pop up that could use my help, but it's been something of a slow day on that end so I'm getting caught up on some light reading." She holds up her book which has the heroine pining for a rather buff, shirtless blonde man who will certainly ravish her if given half the chance. Which, given this book is a romance novel is more than likely will happen.

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "Ah." Stephen counters softly, not knowing much about Gamma radiation and not knowing how to respond to such a statement so he simply doesn't.

    Stephen takes a sip of his drink and then reaches to his side to clink glass and ... magic crystal with a motion to take another sip before the first is down. He opens his mouth with his teeth closed and a plume of smoke wafts between his teeth adding to the dragon look as he breaths. "Be honest, which do prefer in this moment?" The wizard asks, looking directly into Jennifer's eyes, not flinching or hiding, but staring with his weary time swept grey eyes.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer thinks about the question for a good hard minute, while taking another sip of the alcohol. "To be honest I like the quiet." She burps daintily letting another, but this time lesser gout of green flame erupt from her. "Now don't get me wrong. I like to Hulk Smash things as much as the next girl but every once in a while it's nice to know that there can be peace... well... relative peace in the city every once in a while."

She looks over to Stephen and considers him curiously. "How about you? You've got your hands full with being the Sorcerer Supreme. How often do you get days off?"

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "What's a 'day off'?" He says as if it's a foreign word he's never heard before. The wizard slumps deeper into his chair, looks at the glass in his hand, then at the red lines, the scars of his hands and takes a deep DEEP breath in, allowing that fire to sit just a moment longer before letting it out through his nose, the burn in his shoulders helping relax the stress he carries constantly. "I might get a few minutes here or there..." Strange says with a long, thousand yard kind of longing stare towards Jennifer's large green eyes. "Y'know? It's never off."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer turns to face Stephen, her features full of concern. "You can't keep going like that," she says. "You'll end up burning yourself out and... and that can't look pretty." She purses her lips, "There has /got/ to be somebody who can hold the fort down for a day. I really don't know the magic scene all that well, but there has got to be more people out there fighting the good fight than just you."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "There are people, but no one is quite as prepared as I am." The wizard says with a shrug of his shoulders and a looooong pull of his booze before he turns his attention back to Jennifer. "I did sign up for quite a lonely life." The man says with a soft frown to the green woman and a pout.
    

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer scowls. "Self pity doesn't become you, Doctor Strange." She waves a hand, "And I'm sure that these people are more prepared than you think. You're working yourself to death. Probably literally." She sighs, and takes a big gulp of the drink and shivers at the sensation that runs up and down her spine.

"Trust me. I'm /surrounded/ by workaholics. Especially Bruce. I see what happens to people when they don't give themselves a break." She looks back to Stephen all seriousness. "They get tired. They start to make easy mistakes, which only makes their jobs harder, so they work /harder/ and the cycle continues until something breaks. Either themselves or somebody else, or the city or what have you."

She gestures with her glass at Stephen. "You /need/ to take a break. It's good for you. It's good for the multiverse you protect. Trust in your compatriots. If shit really hits the fan, they'll call you in, but I doubt that the universe is in that much peril all the time."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "Jennifer." Stephen says, as if just her name is enough to counter her argument and the wizard knows it's not. Not with the lawyer. "The universe IS in that much peril, MOST of the time." He chuckles weakly and shrugs taking another small sip and looking back towards the buildings before them as the wizard and the hulk lounge.

    "What would you recommend for a vacation for someone as ... gifted ... as either of us?" The wizard asks glancing down at Jennifer's drink, her book, and the decanter he brought before he rests those eyes on Jennifer once more.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer grins and holds up her porny romance novel. "Sometimes it's just as simple as staying at home, putting your feet up and reading a trashy novel. Or go out with a friend. Binge watch Queer Eye while eating a giant tub of ice cream." She chuckles, and hiccups in the middle of it to let out some flame. "Something stupid and mindless, really. Some people have a hard time just turning their brain off, but you gotta do it every once in a while to let it rest."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "You think I can stay at home with a book of smut, and Jennifer, you can probably guess, I don't have many friends." Stephen says, motioning towards the glass of weird dragon whiskey and the magical cup he's holding and then he reaches over and grabs the bottle and feels like sharing much more than most would ever ask for and he pours Jennifer's cup nearly to the brim and then his to about half way.

    "Jenn, if I turn my brain off and clock out, there's a good chance our dimension wouldn't ever recover. Not just the earth." Stephen says with a frown that hints at the Atlas levels of stress his job puts upon himself.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer holds up her hands to indicate for Stephen to slow down, but ends up with a full glass anyway. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asks him with amusement. She shakes her head and chuckles, "Well, you wanted examples. And these have /plot/ so they're more than just smut."

Regardless, Jen backs down on the rest and relaxation angle. "Sorry. I didn't intend to tell you your job." She scowls, remembering how her cousin would say the same thing from time to time. "I just don't like it when good men work themselves like that."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "Consider it a 'thank you' for helping me and keeping me company, plus you said you couldn't in green, so maybe it's a challenge." Stephen says and sets the dragon filled drink back on the roof and he rests his hands on the armrests of his chair and looks up to the clouds and frowns at them... With a wave of his hands, the light polution and the cloud cover seems to fade away, only for them, but they wouldn't be able to tell, and so for the first time in forever, the stars above New York are visible and Stephen frowns up to them.

    "You think I'm a good man?"

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer leans back in her chair to look at the stars in wonder. "I've never seen them like that. I've always been a city girl so you don't get to see that kind of thing." She seems a bit surprised at Stephen's last question. "What? Of /course/ you're a good man. You can't do what you do if you didn't care."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    Stephen lowers his damaged hand and looks back to Jennifer and takes a sip of his drink, very very small and a cough sends a belch of flames from his mouth and past his hand before he has to shake his shoulders in relief. "Maybe it's simply me trying to impress you into my bed. Maybe I'm trying to convince myself that by helping someone else that I AM that good person. Maybe I'm just a fraud. Maybe..." Stephen says, trailing off and finding more brown drink crossing over his lips and another miniscule flame. "I value your opinion and thank you Jen."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer leans over and puts a comforting hand on Stephen's shoulder. "Listen to me. You're not a fraud. A fraud would half-ass this whole thing, and you're whole-assing it." She laughs lightly, "And besides. If you were trying to get me into bed it would take a lot more than strong alcohol to do it. That and you'd probably have to fight Namor for the privilege. He's been trying to get into my pants lately, but he's not my type." She shakes her head and takes a gulp of the alcohol. "Not that that stops him," she mutters.

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "The fish guy..." Stephen says, curling his nose and frowning. "Oh, you can do way better, Sue however..." Stephen says with that gossiping grin that he rarely ever gets to use. "But to be fair, most everyone tries to get into your pants, some more brazenly than others I'm sure. Like me. I know you'd snap me in half and leave my bones as dust. I maybe he curious but I'm not dumb." Strange says with a wink over his glass before taking another sip. "If you need me to take care of any of these loosers, just say the magic words and I'll say the magic words. You're one of the good ones Jen."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer nods and chuckles. "The fish guy." She purses her lips as she runs her finger along the lip of her glass. "I don't think as many people are seriously trying to get into my pants," she admits. "There's a lot of flirting, sure. And I like the flirting. But if anything got serious I would, as you say, snap most of them in half." She waves a hand dismissively. "I'm not really looking for a lover anyway."

She sighs and looks at the starry sky for a moment before checking the time on her phone. "I hate to cut this short, but I've got a long day in court ahead of me." She stands up and swallows the last of the booze, and coughs out a gout of flame. "It was good talking with you, though. Feel free to call me if you ever feel like taking a bit of time off from saving the universe."

Stephen Strange has posed:
    "It's been a pleasure talking to you." Strange says with a nod before he finishes off the brown in his crystal cup and looks up and allows a large ten foot flame to spew from his lips and he stretches his arms. "I'll clean up here if you want to go ahead and go get ready for your day. Good luck too."