4749/The Italian Lunch

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The Italian Lunch
Date of Scene: 15 January 2021
Location: Cagliari, Sardinia, Italy
Synopsis: A vacationing Karolina is found by a fellow Titan! Terry tarries not in taking time to partake in the tastes of the promise of a good trattoria in Sardinia. Karolina shares insights on a hero moniker, and the two head for food!
Cast of Characters: Karolina Dean, Terry O'Neil




Karolina Dean has posed:
    What better place to be in the winter than an island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea? Well, a lot of places. Sardinia is still fairly chilly right now. But, it's a good a time as any for a little holiday culinary tour of Europe. Karolina managed to get on the short list and is earning herself some extra credits in both a language class and her culinary studies! Besides, it's too cold in New York to do any gardening right now. She does update the Titans on her whereabouts if anyone needs her. She can fly supersonic as it is, if she's needed urgently, after all! But for right now, she's got a scarf wrapped around her neck, a pair of sunglasses on, and a nice but simple coat draped over her form. Soft boots can be seen beneath the long hem of it as she breathes in the scent of the sea, standing along a shoreline walk overlooking a pier full of recreational boats.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry was a New Yorker through and through, and so he didn't think twice about facing the harsh winters. However, when you have a friend who is studying to become a culinary wizard, /and/ who is currently tasting some of what Italy has to offer messages you, you're going to see if you can tag along for a meal or two.

This is incredibly easy when you have Rabbit Holes* at your disposal, of course. It just so happened that Terry does... and since Gar is still recuperating in his tank, the Cheshire Cat uses the excuse of Procuring Food to go on a bit of an extended trip.

Right now, he's in his human form and wearing what he hopes passes for appropriate wear in the area. Gray turtleneck, jeans and a sweater draped across his shoulders in that incredibly annoying way that some people had to state 'I am cold but I am too cool to wear my actual swear the way normal people do.'

He approaches the figure he knows quite well, grinning. It had taken him a little bit to find the place she sent her last message from, but he had managed. Now, it was time to spring the surprise. "Excuse me, signorina. I seem to have misplaced my Yacht. Would you like to help me look for it?" he asks as he gets within earshot, doing his best impression of an insufferable tourist in an international hijinks movie.

Karolina Dean has posed:
    The blonde seems to be expecting someone. Or maybe she's just admiring the view before lunch time. Karolina hears the voice, idly fiddling with her bracelet, a nervous tic or just something she does when she's fidgeting. It seems familiar to her, and she turns, lifting her sunglasses, and laughs. Those beautiful blue eyes twinkle and she smiles. There's no hesitation as she comes over and throws her arms around the catte in a hug. "Terry!" she greets in that ever-cheerful demeanor of hers, clearly in competition with another sunny alien member of the team.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Karo!" Terry returns the hug, resisting the urge to give his friend a playful twirl because any time anyone does that bear the water, it ends up with an unexpected dip. And Terry is enough of an unexpected dip already. "I saw you were in the garden of forbidden delights known as Italy and I hust /had/ to come and take a look! Have you gotten tangled up in breaking up any international jewel heists? High speed ... moped chases?" he grins, "Or has it all been nothing but food, glorious food?"

Karolina Dean has posed:
    The advantage Karolina has... is she can fly. If she falls, boof. Rainbow time. But, thankfully, she isn't being spun around, and thus doesn't have to light up like a beacon in the noonday sun. "Did you bring anyone else with you?" she blinks, asking, looking around. "I'm glad you got the message, though! I feel bad, getting into Titan-stuff but dealing with classes and school more than... you know..." she gestures vaguely at the two of them. "And no, no chases... though I did see someone's dog tackle a thief off of a moped... it was neat!" she says happily. "And yes, lots of food. Glorious food. Vegan options abound in Italian cuisine, lots of ways to make pasta and add fresh ingredients, from herbs to vegetables."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Nope! It's just me. Gar's taking some downtime to recover from something, and he would have come except that he needs his rest- don't worry, he's fine," Terry waves, anticipating concern, "Besides neither you nor I could afford the amount of food he would eat." He pauses.

"Buuut considering his dad is the fifth richest man in the world or something like that, maybe he could have treated /us/." He looks around, "This place is lovely... do you think there's much market for a Titans tower here? I Titani. I could be brave and offer to be one of the pioneer founders of the franchise." Terry winks "Although if they have a dog tackling muggers off mopeds, maybe you should check and see if that wasn't Gar's Italian counterpart."

Karolina Dean has posed:
    Karolina purses her lips, and it's obvious that she IS going to try to say something--right before Terry hushes her and she nods. "I didn't know his family had that kind of money... not that it matters. Maybe a vacation sometime will do him some good? The two of you, romance on the French riviera, drinking wine in Provence..." she clasps her hands together and giggles. Then glances arond, "...I don't think people really do a lot of hero stuff around here? Or maybe they do and I just didn't notice yet... but I've been a few places on this trip already, it was amazing you found me! I guess the T-Comms have trackers?" she muses aloud.

    "Though I guess neither of us are here to talk about hero stuff... except I might actually need your help with something -super- important..." she says with a conspiratorial grin. "...but wanna do that over lunch? I know there's a place here that does an amazing spinach-artichoke linguine with a creamy pesto sauce that uses almond milk... and there's meatless meatballs in it, too. Yes I know that sounds strange, but what does one call them? Meatlessballs? Veggieballs?" she wrinkles her nose.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"He doesn't flaunt his money around and he's content with simple comforts. Except when it comes to owning the latest game consoles," Terry grins, "IF he were one of those fakeazoid celebrities, he wouldn't be my Gar. And now that you mention it... the French riviera /does/ sound good. Although there have been... developments." He raises an eyebrow and grins, "I'm not entirely how to share them. Or tell you about them without you looking at me like I just grew a second head."

He nods at the mention of avoiding superheroics as a topic, and touches his chest with his hand at the mention of the culinary specialty, "I haven't even tasted it yet and I feel like I've gone to heaven. Over in the US they call stuff like that 'impossible' whatever, so maybe those are... imposiballs? That sounds dirty..." the redhead rolls his eyes and grins, "I am never going to say no to feeding time, and I def want to know what this super important thing that i can help you with is... so... lead the way!"

Karolina Dean has posed:
    "I don't think I could imagine Gar to be anything but he is now..." Karolina says fondly, then her lips curve into a lopsided smile, "...to be fair... he's... pretty easy to imagine as a -lot- of things. Like. Just point in a vague direction at a zoo or natural history museum..." she laughs quietly. Then she rests a hand on Terry's shoulder. "...hey... look... for one... there's probably people out there who have more than one head... and... for two... the both of us work out of a tower that's full of aliens, shapeshifters, and ninjas... I mean look at me, I'm literally made of rainbows," she sticks her tongue out. "...or something. Star stuff. Anyway! Point is... I don't think I could disbelieve anything you told me. Except, I dunno, that you're straight. Also... isn't the whole Wonderland thing the essence of impossibility?"

    She lets that hang for a moment, taking Terry's hand and tugging him away from the waterline and towards the narrow streets that make up what pass for the city blocks here. "Well, the hint is... I think I figured out my um... name."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry laughs, "You are right, we kind of /are/ a collection of pretty unlikely beings. Still... I think being made out of rainbows kind of wins the big prize, bar none. Doctor Light /wishes/ he could be you." The redhead's eyes grow wide as he is dragged along.

"OOoh... you mean you have finally had the epiphany? A brand new glittering coccoon is about to burst and reveal...." he obediently follows Karolina, "Let me guess.... Aurora. No. Wait. That's too Disney Princess. Dazzler!.... is already taken. Spotlight is too theatrical and Firefly is a dude who sets fire to buildings in Gotham, Twinkle sounds like a Teletubby and Glimmer is already taken so..."

Karolina Dean has posed:
    "Hardly..." Karolina shakes her head, but her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. "It is pretty cool being the 'gay pride superhero' though in my own ways," she says with a playful smile, squeezing Terry's hand before letting go. Unless he wants to keep holding hers, which is totally fine! Friends can hold hands.

    "A lot of those are taken..." she says as she sticks out her tongue, leading Terry across the main road and up into some smaller, single-lane one-ways where shops and domiciles are nestled in together in that distinctly old world way. "I think one of those might even be a.. um.. supervillain name.." she says with a lopsided smile. Maybe she got it wrong. Either way, she shakes her head, "...how does Glitterbomb sound?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"You're our pride flag... wait.... not a flag so much as a marquee- up in lights and everything, you know?" Terry quips, skipping along with Karolina."You ever thought about living in a quaint little place like this? These places are so full of charm, and they look so peaceful... maybe when we're old and gray we can retire here as an over the hill superhero commune." Pause. "Gar will be old and green. Like a wrinkly grape."

He pauses, and for a second he starts thinking about it. "Glitterbomb... ooooh... I /like/ the way that it sounds. It sparkles, it explodes, it dazzles. And it's cheerful. It's pretty much the Hope diamond of moniker-to-personality fits, you know?" he grins.

Karolina Dean has posed:
    Karolina laughs, "...a marquee, huh? I mean... when I'm flying, yeah, it's... pretty obvious..." she smiles, eyes twinkling some. Then she shrugs, "Maybe when I'm done with school, I'll move out to somewhere nice like this... I don't know. I feel like a place like New York City is better for... doing good? Helping people?" she shrugs some and sighs. "If I was out here, living the good life, I'd... feel too selfish." Her smile widens, and she laughs some more at the idea of an old heroes home, as well as ol' grape Gar.

    "Yeah? You like it? Not too... campy or cheesy or anything...? Rolls off the tongue okay...? Kinda cute..?" she asks, pulling her hands close to herself, clasping her fingers together as she looks at Terry with hope in those eyes. "..seriously you'd think it would be easier to pick a name, but I swear half of them are taken, the other half are horrible, and half the taken ones are triple-trademarked and have product sponsorships... though to be fair 'Glitter Bomb' also sounds like a My Little Pony character, and... I'm okay with that..." she grins.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, not selfish if you find a way to commute, you know? Fight crime in New York, hang loose in Sardinia, party in London. The world is your oyster. If you like oysters."

He pauses, realizing that there was an unintentional double entendre there, and says "Honey, you are talking to the Cheshire Cat, who walks around in tights fighting crime. One of your team-mates is literally a bird man with wings, and another one is an Amazon. Camp, cheese and over the top is the rule, not the exception, unless you are in Gotham. Only villains can be campy there. Everybody else must walk around as if they had their smiling muscles removed."

"Don't even get me started on how long it takes. It took me so long to pick mine, Donna was threatening to name me Hoodie Cat. So Glitterbomb is /perfect/."

Karolina Dean has posed:
    Karolina doesn't seem to get the joke, and instead answers rather simply, "...oysters aren't vegan.. there's vegan fishsticks though..." she says aloud, and doesn't get the double entendre. But at the assessment of the rest of the team, she sputters and laughs. "Okay, okay, you got me there. And... I try to avoid Gotham. It's like that place just hates anything shiny... I Feel more dull just by entering its airspace..." she sticks her tongue out a little bit in playful disgust.

    "AWw... but I like Hoodie Cat... maybe I should take a class on crafts and make a plushie of you for Gar... name it Hoodie Cat..." she muses, grinning widely. "...but! Ok! Okay okay, you're... literally the first person I've told. And... you're good at making costume-y stuff, right...?" SHe's stopped in front of a small cafe, but hasn't stepped in. Seems she's more hungry for conversation. "...that's kind of what I was hoping you'd help me with."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Gotham has banned most saturated colors by law. Setting foot on it violates Batman Ordnance 33535, you know." The redhead smirks. He has been to Gotham, and is not a fan. Very much not a fan.

"Oh-hooo! I see, so you are in search of an Edna Mode, except without the sass and the dodgy glasses? I can try to help! I mean, I'm no Janet Van Dyne, but then again /who/ can afford her, right?" Terry grins, putting his hands in his pockets. "A hoodie cat plush would be adorable, and Gar would probably never let me live it down. I approve, those things give him joy."

Karolina Dean has posed:
    "So I'm basically banned there forever?" Karolina asks, blinking. She thinks Terry is serious. Is he? He might be. SHe's heard -things- about Gotham. "...wait... a what? An.. Edna MOde?" she blinks a couple of times, "And... I could... probably pay for a Janet Van Dyne... or have Kori help... but... I don't know, you've got plenty of sass... I'm confused now."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I'm joking, Karo- first rule of Cheshire Club: don't take anything I say seriously, unless I tell you to. Then again, me telling you would follow under the rule of not taking anything I say seriously now, wouldn't it? Talk about a self-sabotaging premise from the get-go."

He puts a hand on Karolina's shoulder, "It's a movie reference, dont't think too hard on it.. now, how about we go sit downand have a nice lunch. I've got a notepad here and I can start sketching a few ideas for your outfit... with that name, we need something that's going to do it justice and will just enhance your light when you glow-up..." he reaches into his jeans and takes out a little notepad with an attached pen. "And when we're done, you'll be the talk of the town!"

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Karolina Dean has posed:
    Karolina blinks, bewildered, "...Chesire cats are weird..." she says quite simply, then moves to hold the door open. "Just promise me there won't be sequins? Please?" she pleads, giving Terry a lopsided smile. "If you cover me in mirrors and I go fullbright, I'm going to blind everyone in a ten mile radius..." she says with happy laughter. "But hey, lunch is on me, okay?"