4002/An Affront to Order

An Affront to Order
Date of Scene:	02 November 2020
Location:	Columbia University
Synopsis:	Car stopped, customers saved, Indian food acquired! SUCCESS!
Cast of Characters:	Hyperion, Dawn Granger

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Hyperion has posed:
    So Metropolis has Superman. New York now has Hyperion. It's not that Hype is trying to be the hero for the whole city. But he -is- out there, and trying to help people. He's not trying to be ever-present, or cover all places. I mean come on, Hell's Kitchen has their own people. The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (The hyphen is important!) covers his area.
    So it's not like he's trying to step on toes. That'd hurt. But Hyperion finds himself in the city and just on the edge of the Campus of the local university when a fleeing muscle car carrying armed thugs was racing through traffic in an attempt to evade pursuit. In his effort to do so, the driver wasn't all that concerned with bystanders. And so up in the air, Hyperion did the mental calculus and sighed... so he raced down and landed between a line for a food truck parked just off campus, and the oncoming Dodge Challenger. "Excuse me." he says to the people. "Might want to stand back." And then he moved. Rather than just letting the car strike him... because let's face it, debris could and would still injure bystanders, he bends down and reaches an arm under the front end. His arm slows the car a bit, and then anti-gravitons flow from him into the car, and he lifts the whole thing off the ground along with himself... just hovering there and holding the car.
    And now, Order has begun thinking that maybe a guy from an alternate universe -may- be tipping things a bit in the direction of chaos. But... it's just an irritating inkling, not a conscious thought that gravitates its way down to Dawn.

Dawn Granger has posed:
The food trucks that have Columbia University on their routes are among the best. Dawn got the food truck habit down within a week of classes having started, alternating between the Indian vegetarian food, shawarma, and Korean food. The nutty smell of basmati rice and ghee has her mouth watering as she waits in line, head buried in a book.

The back of her neck tingles, the prescient sense of danger that was her first inkling that her life was about to change radically, racing up to the base of her skull. She stuffs the book into her backpack, head up, looking for its source. A racing engine gives her a clue. Three steps takes her behind the truck. The word "DOVE!" begins her transformation, jeans and tennis shoes traded for sky blue and white. She arrives in time to see the car bearing down on students walking across the street on a red light, just as she leaps to stop the car a black and gold figure descends in front of it, slowing it to a halt as he hovers above the street.

Hyperion has posed:
    Calling down to the students below, Hyperion says, "Everyone is okay, right?" And he looks back over his shoulder to spot Dove hovering there. "Well, fancy meeting you here." he states as the punk behind the wheel pulls a revolver out. A heavy duty one that can punch through some body armor.
    He hears the weapon drawn and cocked, and a sliver of Hyperion's attention realizes that it's not being aimed at him. "Just a sec." he tells Dove before twisting the car and sending the gunman who was just starting to aim the weapon at the crowd... tumbling into the passenger seat. The fact that said seat is occupied makes it an awkward mess.
    "Looks like these guys aren't the brightest bulbs in the sockets. I don't mean to relegate you to a support role but... can you relieve the passengers of their weapons while I hold this here?" he asks. "Please?"

Dawn Granger has posed:
Dove's first thought is that he would be in the support role if he is holding up the car. Just saying. Anticipating the request, Dove is at the passenger door which earns shouts of surprise and a gun leveled at her. Below her people without regard to their own safety stop to gape at the car being held up in the air.

Disappointment clear in the frown she offers the man, she pulls the gun from his hand and lets it drop to the street below. A shot from another hoodlum in the back seat goes wild while she wrenches another gun from the driver still tangled with his mate in the shotgun seat. Her choices are limited rather than drop one the guys to the street, she wrenches the back door off to grab the last gunman.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well, that is impressive." offers Hyperion as he indicates the removed door. He is trusting that she disarmed them as he descends to street level, a bit away from everyone and sets the car down. He takes a moment to scan the engine and then with a precise pulse.. okay, an attempt at precision.. he melts a critical part of the engine so that the car won't run. But again... too much power. Oil leaks and bursts into flame. "Damnit." he mutters, "I feel like I am never going to get the hang of this much power." he adds.
    But he punches a fist through the hood and rips out the part that has the burning oil on it... setting it down and stepping on it to smother the flames.
    Meanwhile, the pursuing officers are rolling up and giving a wide berth until they realize that the two costumed folks are heroes.
    Hyperion turns to Dove and holds out a hand then. "You've good timing. Thank you for being here." Hey, he's trying to be nice too.

Dawn Granger has posed:
Descending to the street, Dove stands on top of the car which will allow her to drop on any of the fleeing criminals if they are silly enough to try. Hands on her hips, she watches the approach of the police cars, jumps down to the side of the car that has its door a hinge to discourage any thoughts of making a get-away.

"Good timing?" His observation lights a grin on her face. Shaking her head, she gestures to the nearby food trucks. "My stomach was rumbling and I was waiting in line for food so hardly a case of good timing," she says with a disarming shrug. "We can thank my unending love for Indian food for that. I should say," she adds, "you have excellent timing. Nice trick lifting the car and setting it on fire?" She chews one side of her lip as she pretends innocence.

Hyperion has posed:
    Grimacing, Hyperion glances to the car, and the fearful people inside of it. He steps away as the police swarm over it and take them into custody. "The fire part. That was a mistake. I keep forgetting that I need to choose to use less power than I am used to. Trust me, that's harder than it sounds." he mutters with a shake of his head.
    "Lifting the car however. That was an easy choice. I knew that if I just let it run into me, debris could hurt some of the people in line. So, slowing it enough without making it fall apart, and getting it off the ground was the thing to do. Fortunately, that did not require as much regulation of power levels. That was just lifting. Though.." he shrugs, "I think I put handprints in the undercarriage."
    That said, he turns to regard the food cart, and smiles, "Indian eh? They still got super spicy curry on this Earth?" he asks.

Dawn Granger has posed:
"The best, the very best." Pointing to the food truck she had been waiting at blazoned with the name: VEG HEAD INDIAN. "Forget that it's vegetarian, their food absolutely rocks." Behind the two, who have worked their way to the sidewalk, the police begin taking the criminals to police cars. A crowd has begun to gather around them, hands armed with phones held overhead as people jockey to take pictures of the two.

"Up to you, we can change and get some food or stand in line like this and have a media moment." Dove is shaking her no. "Can you get out of uniform?"

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well, the people seem to want the media thing. Why not give it to them?" asks Hyperion. "And I -can- change clothing. I just don't have any nearby. I'd need to return to Avengers base and change there." And he shrugs before gesturing towards the people, "So!" he calls out, "Who wants a Selfie with the amazing Dove?!" he asks, indicating the woman here.
    "She is -far- more photogenic than I am of course." A pause and he mutters, "Prettier too."

Dawn Granger has posed:
"Damn you," she mutters out of the side of mouth, her British accent taking the fore. Setting herself next to him, she grabs his arm, pretending to punch him affectionately on the upper arm but not holding back on her strength. If she is lucky, she'll get an ouch out of him. Still smiling for the cameras, she heads them towards the truck, arm firmly in her grasp."Try their samosas and masala dosa. They are rad. I'm so hungry!"

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well, then.. hey." Hyperion remarks. He is insanely durable, but things do still sting. Things like super strength arm punches."I felt that." he remarks with amazement. "You -are- strong."
    But he keeps the smile up himself before gesturing, "Come on folks. One at a time. Let's do some photo ops and selfies. And.." he reaches into the pouch in his cape to pull out a small card holder, "I've finally gotten access to some funds. May I buy you dinner?" he asks Dove as he gestures to the truck.

Dawn Granger has posed:
A sideways glance with a fleeting narrowing of her eyes is given before Dove assents. "Pockets," she observes, "make so much sense. You can buy us both something to eat. Who knows, the owners might be so grateful for us going to the truck that they'll comp us mango lassi." A thought occurs to her, "You have Indian food on your planet? Awesome."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Of course we do. My Earth is different, but not -that- different. If we didn't have Indian food, I might've been trying to get here on my own far sooner than I did." Hyperion says in jest, a smile on his face. "But yeah.." He steps towards the truck and the staff start explaining how they can't accept payment for a meal, but Hyperion insists. "You are running a business. Please. If you are going to give one or even two meals away, why wouldn't anyone else here deserve one? I think you should just let me pay and we'll call it even, eh?" he asks with a smile.

Dawn Granger has posed:
"Absolutely," Dawn chimes in, standing at his shoulder. "Your food is so good here. Let us pay our way. It's...please!"

With a step to the side, she points to the menu. "Nothing is bad here, let's order, the mixed veggie thali, it has wonderful sambar on it. Then two masala dosas, two orders of samosas and if I am still hungry, I want upma. What do you think? The veggie thali comes with rice."

Hyperion has posed:
    "I will trust your judgement in this." offers Hyperion with a shrug. Because.. although he enjoys the food, he really didn't learn a lot about it. (And his player avoids it for the most part. Not a fan of spicy stuff.)
    "But whatever she is ordering, I'll have the same thing." he says to the person behind the counter, "And I am going to pay." he says firmly as the person once more attempts to refuse the money.

Dawn Granger has posed:
"Humor us!" she exclaims then places the order. Behind them people jostle as they get in line, phones recording the conversation. People call their names and a news truck rolls up nearby.

"Oh, oh. Want to go someplace private when we get our food?"

Hyperion has posed:
    "Sure. Let's go eat somewhere.. undisclosed to the public, eh?" asks Hyperion. And as he is given his food in a nice convenient takeout bag, he lifts into the air and leads Dove off to someplace quiet. Likely a rooftop somewhere, to eat.