5090/Pastrami Heals All Wounds

Pastrami Heals All Wounds
Date of Scene:	09 February 2021
Location:	Schwartz's Deli
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Carrie Kelley, Achilles

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Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Yeah, neat..." Carrie says in a bored voice as she sits in a booth near the entrance to Schwartz' Deli. She is picking at a plate of fries and a half eaten pastrami on marble rye with mustard and some swiss cheese on it. Her companion -- who appears to be her date -- is gobbling down a LARGE plate of food, and trying to tell her about some sort of sports game? Hockey? Maybe he was involved. Either way, Carrie could not look more bored if she tried. She is not a great actress. Justin is oblivious.

Achilles has posed:
    The deli has some fantastic sandwiches, a fact that Angelo has learned from the local cops since coming to Gotham. He has made himself available to Gordon, and as such has rented a room at a nice hotel so that he's not trying to commute daily back to New York.
    Either way, a pastrami on sourdough, not rye... is Angelo's choice for dinner. That and a bottle of water. So he sits near the window where he can peoplewatch. At least he has one benefit above and beyond most Gothamites. He can't die. So he is a bit more fearless than most locals.
    He notices the interaction over across the room, and without needing to hear it, he has an idea of what is being said. But he has a lot of experience reading people. In his mind's eye, it is all about the guy talking about his car, or his trophies, or whatnot.. trying to impress a first date who could not care LESS about it, but is being too polite to say something about that. He smirks and sips his water. Hrm . . . to rescue the girl from the situation? Or to not poke his nose in? He ponders this for a long moment.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
It would be sad if this was their first date. From the way the guy is talking -- and expecting her to know the characters to which he refers -- yeah, this is a relationship. Carrie looks BORED, snd she says, "y'know Justin, if you want, you could go SEE Chad and tell him what you think of how he is a puck hog." Instead of me is almost clearly broadcast throughout the Deli. She picks up her egg cream, and takes a long sip of it, as Justin talks some more. And some more. WHen Angelo passes by, she gives him a look, which, somehow, changes Justin's topic from hockey to 'what she thought of that thing last night'. Carrie shushes him loudly. "Not in public," she growls.

Achilles has posed:
    Oh, Angelo hadn't gotten up and wandered past yet but... sure, that happens. He's going to get a refill of his water, and a dessert because one must have dessert, right? But... when the guy at the table gets all jealous and protective, just because another guy walked past, he shakes his head.
    "Easy there Tiger." he says, his voice just -barely- laced with the hint of a leftover English accent. "I'm just getting another drink." and he continues on to do just that.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
It might not be jealousy per se...but definitely there is some reason Justin has brought up the 'weird space ship' the pair 'saw last night'. He raises his voice a little, "And, I can't even believe you're mad I called the cops after that alien tried to abduct you!" he says. Carrie -- whose face is turning as red as her hair says in a hiss, "Shut, Up." Clearly for some reason, having Justin declare in public she was nearly abducted by aliens is embarrassing for her. Somehow. She studiously does NOT look at Angelo after he speaks up, and she says to Justin, "They weren't here to hurt anyone, just looking for a friend of theirs."

Achilles has posed:
    Lifting a brow, Angelo glances back now. "Forgive me. Did you seriously just mention something about alien abduction? I certainly hope no probes were deployed." he says. It's his version of terrible humor. "Sorry, could not help myself. May I inquire however, -which- aliens you were speaking of? I am beginning to think that the movie, Men in Black had something right about how many species were on Earth." he asks as he stops to stand nearby the table.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
A stare is given to Angelo as he speaks up, and then Carrie says, "Gross. No there were /not/ any probes deployed..." She puts her hand to cover half of her face and says, "Nice going /Justin/." At Angelo's further inquiries, she looks up, still red in the cheeks and says, "Yes. I went on a space ship last night. I was invited on board by a friend of that raccoon guy who was on that youtube video a couple weeks ago? You know, the one that tells you you can visit Uranus if you're just flexible enough?" She snickers at this a little bit. So, does Justin. Clearly this is their link.

"ANYWAYS, I'm not sure what business it is of yours, Probe Boy." Carrie says, looking up at the man, and gauging him, apparently sizing him up a bit.

Achilles has posed:
    Listening to all of that, Angelo shakes his head, "I believe the proper pronunciation of the old Titan and current planet us...more like...'Yur-a-nos'..but I'm just a bit of an amateur historian." he offers, "Just so that you don't have to continue sounding like you're speaking of someone else's bum."
    But then he has the gall to just sit down as he fishes out his wallet from his back pocket and sets it on the table before him. "I think that I really -would- like to speak with you more at length about the encounter. If you don't mind that is." And at that, he flips the wallet open to reveal the SHIELD badge. What an ass he is.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Gosh. You know. You always hear SHIELD Agents are complete dillwads, and then you go and meet one, and they live up to your expectations. It's nice, right Justin?" Carrie asks as she sighs and starts to stand up from the booth. "Am I under arrest?" she asks. She is /far/ too casual for this to be her first time dealing with authorities with badges.

Justin, a native New Yorker, for his part is petrified. SHIELD are like, real life heroes to him. "I..uh..well...I..y'know..we...uh.." He has never dealt with anything more stressful than a final paper. "Just, they don't want to talk to the narc who called the cops when his phone started working again. Stay here Justin, I'll meet you later."

Achilles has posed:
    "Look. I'm not really trying to... okay that's not right. I really was trying to be an ass, but that's only because it looked to me like you.." he points to Justin, "Didn't give one single shit about the fact that your girlfriend here couldn't have cared less about whatever it was you were talking about. So I thought I might just... break up the monotony. Please forgive me." Angelo says, "But I really -am- curious about this alien craft. If you are not comfortable discussing it, then maybe you'll let me buy your desserts in apology?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Nah." She nods to the door, "Let's go. I just don't want people around here thinking I'm some crackpot crazy cat lady out claiming the moon made her pee in the subway or something." Justin looks, sort of like a blank face. A guppy if you will at what Angelo says. Like, he understands the words the man is saying, he knows they are English, but he has never heard them in that order before.

She picks up her purse, tosses a couple of bills on the table -- because, Justin is not paying for this -- and then walks to the door with her hands in her pockets, "Hope they give you a sweet ride at SHIELD," she says over her shoulder to Angelo.

Achilles has posed:
    "Huh. Alright then." says Angelo as he levers himself up out of his seat. He pauses and steps to the counter to purchase a new bottle of water. Then he makes his way towards the exit. "Bigger crackpot than those crazy folks who keep thinking they can outwit your city's Batman?" he asks as he shakes his head. But he heads for the exit as he twists the cap off his Ice Mountain bottle.
    Once outside, he lifts his brows, "So, whatcha got?" he asks.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley walks outside and then looks around, "What? No car? You're not taking me down to the station? I should have Jim...er...Commissioner Gordon send you packing. SHIELD...feh," she says, clearly unimpressed with SHIELD's way of doing things. She lets the Batman thing slide. Not a word about it. Or his various nemeses. Nope. She sighs, "Right. So. Last night we were driving through Upstate New York. Justin and I. We had gone to a cabin for the weekend. He...was mad about how whipped cream didn't work quite like it seemed to in the movies...and we were lost because upstate New York is basically the sixteen hundreds," she begins.

"Anyways. We were driving along, and then, the car died. Like...straight died. Like an EM Pulse or something. Justin's phone also died. And our worthless Garmin. Garbage. So we slid off the road in Justin's SmartCar, and ended up in this big empty field. Then this like...space ship. It wasn't a saucer or anything. It's...hard to describe. It had wings. It looked bad ass. Landed in front of us. I got out of the car to see what was up, and this Bunny creature came out of it. We talked. He didn't shoot me, I didn't assault him. It was very peaceful. Then he brought me on board his ship for tea." She explains with a shrug.

Achilles has posed:
    Dipping right hand into his front pocket, Angelo lifts both brows. He pulls the hand out with a key fob. "Parked around the corner." he says as he presses it and turns the headlights on for his car. It's.. a non-descript car. Made to blend in and -not- draw attention. "I have a Buick." he says simply.
    But he starts walking that way, only to look back, "What about whipped cream?" he asks. "I mean, that seems totally non-sequitur."...
    But then he shrugs and goes back to listening. He pulls out his phone and calls up a few pictures. One of a skrull craft. One of a kree craft. A few others too. "Do any of these look similar?" he asks as he scrolls through them. "And wait, bunny? Great, Roger Rabbit in Space." he mutters.
    "Wait, tea? Was this bunny white by any chance?" he adds.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley turns beet red again and says, "You KNOW. Whipped cream...and..." she makes a circle motion around her chest, "a romantic getaway...you knoooooww..." she says, looking off to the side again as she explains what she was up to all weekend. "Well, it didn't work quite right ok? And he was mad about it and that's all I'm saying about it right now."

She moves around to look at the pictures, and shakes her head at most of them, "No...no...not really...kinda like that...but not really.." She's very helpful. "It was the middle of the night and I didn't get a real good look at it. And...he was...no not like Roger Rabbit. Shorter. About as tall as that raccoon guy. Blueish-black fur. Wore a helmet with red eyes. He was looking for that raccoon guy too. Said he was a friend of his. An associate? Maybe something like that." She shrugs again, "We had tea, he gave me a token of his regard, and he took off before the cops Justin called arrived. I can't believe that idiot called the cops, in the middle of the woods, in Upstate New York."

Achilles has posed:
    Nodding along as Carrie explains things, Angelo gives a slash of his hand as if saying, 'Sorry I asked' when the whipped cream is explained. The gesture's implied meaning is echoed in his face also. He really did not want to know about that. Well, maybe he could surprise Sara with... no no no.. He shakes his head like a boxer trying to shake off a punch to the face.
    Then he looks back her way and says, "He gave you a token? What was it? May I examine it?" he asks.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Yeah, sure, why not?" Carrie asks as she digs into her purse. She pulls out a small piece of octogonal plastic. One side is a stylized skeletal Hare, holding a blaster, and looking to the left at a leafy branch. Alien text runs around the border. On the reverse, the Hare's face is looking to the blaster from the front side. It's probably like the space version of a nickel, but does anyone else here have space money? She holds it out to Angelo, and says, "I want that back," possessively.

Achilles has posed:
    Nodding, Angelo accepts the token and examines it. "Huh." he remarks, "This looks remarkably unremarkable. Cool certainly.." he says as he hoists his phone to take a couple pictures of the front, back.. and a couple from different angles. Then he hands it back.
    "It sounds like you had a visit from a space bunny hippy or some such. I hope the tea was not infected with alien organisms. But... may I at least get your contact information, so that I can reach out if any other questions come to mind?"
    That asked, he reaches for his wallet once more and produces his card towards Carrie.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The token goes back into her wallet. Like hell she's losing that. The card goes into the back pocket of her jeans where she'll forget about it until she's folding the jeans on laundry day and she finds it all wrinkled up and destroyed. Priorities. "Yeah, sure," she says, before she gives her information, "Carrie Kelley. My number is: 555-815-5565. Yes, that's my real number. I didn't buy it, I just got lucky in 2003 at the Best Buy in Metropolis. Email, uh...sparrow@batfam.net," she says THAT part real quick, and then is on to, "Address is The Roost, Apt. 4, Gotham. Send a letter, it'll get there. Anything else you need Detective?" She knows he's not a detective, but apparently likes to needle people a bit.

Achilles has posed:
    Recording the audio of Carries' contact info with his phone, Angelo intends to write it all down in his report later on. "Need a lift somewhere? It's not swanky, but the car does drive nice." he offers as the small party turns a corner to find the gray Buick.. totally average looking sitting there.
    "But no, I don't -need- anything. Just thought I'd try to do something nice after being such a butt inside."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"No. Thank you. If I don't go back inside and water Justin, he's liable to die from dehydration." Yes, she knows he's not the brightest. Yes, she's still with him. Your 20s are stupid. "Nice to meet you SHIELD...guy. Don't go stealing my identity or anything," she says, and then turns and walks back into the Deli.

Achilles has posed:
    "Agent Tampambulos." offers Angelo as you walk away. "Or Angelo. It's easier to remember." he says as he stands there watching. Then he shrugs and turns to get in his car where he plans to file the weirdest report referencing racoons, and Alice in Wonderland comments. God, his superiors hate reading his reports.