534/Early Brunch with the King

Early Brunch with the King
Date of Scene:	15 March 2020
Location:	East Side
Synopsis:	A chance encounter with Andrea leads to eating McDonalds with the King of Wakanda.
Cast of Characters:	T'Challa, Andrea Marguiles

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T'Challa has posed:
Wakadana is a very small nation with an even small global footprint, so it is unsurprising that its King can largely go unknown amongst the people of New York. Some do recognize him, though he pay attention to GNN news broadcasts and saw him speak before the United Nations some months ago, or more recently at the Genosha Memorial where he was also a speaker. Most everyone who sees him now, however, assumes that he is some celebrity.

While he is not flanked by Dora, limiting them to only two, he is nontheless a very impossing figure... and they are arguably more so. Dressed Smartly in a black designer suit inwoven with Vibranium fibers,, there is a distinct shimmer in the dreary early morning hours as he walks. The pair of shave head women flanking him are, as he, wearing smart clothing in matching red Habit with Yezijin necklace in a shined silver material. Each have different tattoos upon their heads, both have an unmistakable air of danger.

As the King walks, arms behind his back with his elbows bent so that he might grip the oposite across his lower spine, he spots a hotdog stand selling breakfast sausages and nods in that direction before shifting his path to stand in line with the early morning crowd.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles is having a nice Sunday out, coming down to the city to have fun. Wearing her usual skin tight bodysuit, with a loose pink tank top, and a white pleated skirt with it, she mixes the necessities of her mutation, with the desire to dress in a fun way. In white flip flops, she gets out of the subway station, getting onto the street. Going to find an arcade or something, but first, a snack. So, she hops up to the same hot dog stand. Waiting behind the King, she looks up, and well, starts gawking as he's vaguely recognized.

T'Challa has posed:
No sooner is Andrea behind T'Challa that both Dora Milaje look backwards at her, though they do not impede her standing in line, only offer a silent warning that they are keenly aware. It is one of those looks that catches the dark eyes of the King himself and then he too is looking back over his shoulder, a single brow arched. Likely expecting some violent protestor, he finds only a young girl, and rather than offering her scourn or intense staring, smiles. Where his face is usually stoic and impassive, he is still capable of a great deal of charm, but he does not dwell upon her long.

Being polite is absolutely free, but Wakanda's Monarch's full attention requires far more than presence behind him. He steps forward, flanked by his guard, towards the vendor and leans forward to look at the menu. "I would like a New York breakfast dog with everything.. and one for each of my friends." Motioning with a hand passing back and forth between the two Dora.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles barely notices being glared at. She just is still watching the King, trying to figure out exactly what she knows him from. When hlooks back, she gives a small wave. "Hi, sorry..." she answers, softly. But then he's ordering, so she's back to trying to figre it out.

T'Challa has posed:
"Hey, I recognize you, buddy..." The Vendor owner was looking at T'Challa in the same way Andrea might, squinting and tilting his head back and forth while the King ordered. "Yer that fella gave that speech for all them dead Muteys." There's no mistaking the disdain in the vendors voice when addressing said muteys.

One of the Dora reaches for something on her hip, a gentle sprinkle beginning to fall upon them, and the vendors eyes dark quickly over towards her... only for an Umbrella to open above the T'Challa's head in the next instance, but there's no mistaking the sudden flare of fear that flashed across the weathered New Yorkers gaze... Or how whatever look the King of Wakanda is giving him is withering him further. "Yes, I gave a speech for wounded and injured citizens of this planet. People who were attacked, unlawfully, wounded, and left for dead by legal nations.." His voice, even and measured.

"And I would do so again. Because it is not so long ago, it is my people, here in this country, who are being spit upon for wanting nothing more than to attend the same schools as others-" No sense shining a light on it wholly, his message is clear. "You would do well, both for your customer base and your service industry to mind who you speak about... and to whom you speak about them." No mistaking his thick accent or the regal manner of speak.

"You may keep your hotdogs. I do not believe I will eat anything-" Eyes borrowing into the plump man, a little bow of his head, "-You have touched." The Dora begin to move and T'Challa goes with them, "Keep the payment. You clearly cannot afford lessons in politeness. Perhaps the charity of a more noble nation may move you to improve them."

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles is reminded of exactly where she knew him from, by that. She saw that on TV as many people like her did. Biting her lip, glancing between T'Challa and the vendor, she hums. Once the King steps aside, she steps foward. Folding her arms tightly, pigtails flicking slightly, she looks out at the vendor. "I'm a mutant. You have anything to say to me?" she says to him, softly, but not too soft for T'Challa to hear.

T'Challa has posed:
Andrea's bravery to so vocally speak those words does draw the King's attention. His progression is halted and he turns on a shift of his feet to half face the young woman standing up to the Vendor for his earlier hate speak. The Dora, they... are every bit as dour as previous, one holding the umbrella above their King's head as he stands watching to see how the event plays.

The vendor.. He usually would have spoken ill of the young woman. Not that he is in any way able to combat her, he's a plump man with obvious ailments, but superiority often does make an individual feel invincible... but a glance at T'Challa, then to Andrea, and he thinks better of it. "No, Ms.. I wasn't meanin' nothin' by what I said, I was just running off at the mouth. Here, lemme give you a breakfast dog for free to make up for it?" Whether fear of T'Challa, the mutant, or Both..

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles is a little surprised at the gentle reaction. But then seeing where he looks... and she look back herself to him. Looking up to the vendor again, then back to the King again. She takes a breath, and finally settles on T'Challa. "May I have breakfast with you?" she'll ask, turning away from the vendor, walking up to the King. "I'd honestly feel weird taking that after you said what you said."

T'Challa has posed:
It is not standard operations for King T'Challa to eat with just anyone, bug given the circumstances. His dark stare largely remains upon the street vendor, but once he does look away he may as well not exist. "Yes, of course. Come, friend." Motioning for her to step up beside him beneath the wide umbrella. One of the Dora scowls, but there's little she can do. "Bring the car around, Okeje." Said to her, the other busy holding the Umbrella above their heads. She brings her wrist up to speak into a Kimoyo bead.

The car is not far from them, moving around the corner with T'Challa leading them towards the curb, "What is your name?" He asks of Andrea, it is one of the Dora that steps forward to open the door for them, holding the Umbrella out so that they never have to get wet while entering.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles smiles up to him, a hand lifted to touch her hair, just flicking one of her pigtails, fidgeting a bit. "Andrea," she answers softly, glancing around, watching the car, the gaurds, and him. As the rain... moves beyond a faint sprinkle, she lifts a palm up, and it... spreads over herself like a big umbrella, keeping her clothes dry by the time she climbs on in.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa unbuttons his shimmering coat as he joins Andrea in the back of the elegant and spacious back seat of the black sedan and offers her an easy smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Andrea. I am T'Challa, Son of T'Chaka, King of Wakanda." He doesn't offer his hand in the traditional western culture, but bows his head. Speaking to the Driver in his native Wakandan, "I hope you do not mind McDonalds. I do not have many opertunities to eat fast food, while it is often repulsive, I feel it is important that I 'fit in'." He teases with that same grin. The Dora, they slip into the vehicle as well. One in the passanger seat and the other between T'Challa and the window, both of them roll their eyes.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles looks up at T'Challa the whole time, she wrings out her hand, as it shrinks back to normal size, before the door closes. Then folding her hands together "King... what do you ACTUALLY call a king? I know what people say on TV, but..." she smiles up to him. "But yeah, I like McDonald's. Sausage McGriddles and hash browns are fantastic. "I'm Andrea Marguiles. And thank you for what you said to that guy."

T'Challa has posed:
In Western culture, Your Majesty. But that is all formality.." T'Challa doesn't laugh so easily as he smiles, waving his hand through the air to dismiss the notion. "T'Challa will be fine for now. I too am a fan of the McGriddle." Bowing his head, temporarily pretending as if he had not heard her cheer his words to the bigot. It was nothing. It is the duty of anyone to stand up for their fellow man-" in the general sense, "-And my pleasure to put him back into his place."

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles settles in, hips shifting, gawking up. "T'Challa, if you're sure..." she smiles, mimicing his bow of the head. "And even if it is a duty, it's still... a big deal sometimse when you do your duty. Because not everyone does. Thank you."

T'Challa has posed:
"Only for now." T'Challa says again of formality abandoned, settling back into the comfortable seat. Despite the car appearing every bit like any other, it is quiet. The engine making no noise what so ever, and while that could very well be to insulate the back seat from it, there doesn't appear to be in windows between the compartments. "Yes, this is a lesson I am learning.. It is not what you do, but when you do it. It is not what you say, but how you say it.. Very important distinctions in our currently world." His brow raises over one dark eye, gaze turned towards the tinted windows where the city of New York passes them as the driver weaves expertly through traffic. "It was my pleasure to have said it. Hopefully in my doing so, others will gain the courage to follow suit."

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles lightly slaps her knees with her hands. "I'm sure you're a good King if you say things like that." Glancing back up to him. "I'm just a high school student, but if there's anything I can do for you and your country... I do.. I can do things."

T'Challa has posed:
"That is unnecessary, Andrea Marguiles." T'Challa does not dismiss her offer out of hand, "You have Wakanda's eternal gratitude, however." The grin remains easy, pulling into one of the McDonalds, of which there are plenty in Manhattan. The King needn't ever tell the driver what he wishes, nor Andrea. They heard. "After we have had breakfast, allow my driver to give you a ride home? It is raining, and while I have seen that you have unique gifts, wonderful gifts, I think perhaps it is much better for you to stay dry and warm by mundane means, mm?"

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles laughs, looking to the driver, then back up to the King. "Thank you, a ride back to the trainstation would be great, thanks." Nodding, she bites her lip, and pats her knee again. "At least.. keep me in mind. I .. you never know. There might be something you need here in New York, right?"

T'Challa has posed:
"I will keep you in mind. Do not take insult, though. I mean none." T'Challa assures her, glancing up when the driver passes the bag back to him and unfolding it in his lap to retrieve Andrea's Sausage McGriddle and hashbrowns. There is a wrapper for himself, no hashbrowns, and the bag is passed forward for the others.. The King eats first, but they've all gotten food. "Perhaps there /is/ something you might do for me... in second thought. I have a young sister, Shuri. She is in desperate need of social interaction outside of the Embassy. Perhaps you could show her around New York?" Unwrapping his food, he eats in a way that prevents Andrea from actually seeing him chew. Using the wrapper itself to protect his mouth from view.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles gladly digs into her food, unwrapping everything, alternating bites of one, and the other. "Shuri. Yeah. Tell you what, T'Challa. Um. I'll give you my phone number. And we can set up, you konw, some weekend where I can take her to an arcade, and for some pizza. How about that?"

T'Challa has posed:
Once he has swallowed, and only once he has swallowed, T'Challa lowers his sandwich so that Andrea can see him when he speaks. "This sounds amiable to me, you have my gratitude for this, Andrea Marguiles. Though, I feel you do not yet know what it is you have signed up for... Shuri is.." He glances to one of the silent sentinels seated beside him, she does not say a word or even look in his direct. Not averting her eyes, she is not beholden to him in that manner, but looking forward or out through the side window as if always vigilante to protect. When he looks back to Andrea, it is with a rueful grin. "Spirited."

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles leans in, leaning closer to the King. She swallows another bite of hash brown, before leaning up and whispering "If I have your permission, if necessary I can always... " She then extends an arm, which then stretches and stretches and tretches, looping in circles. "Wrap her up to calm her down, if she gets too much. Well depending on how old she is."

T'Challa has posed:
One of the Dora, the one seated next to T'Challa, grows apprehensive when Andrea leans closer and even more so when she demonstrates her unique abilities. It is only a subtle motion of his hand that stays her, he watches with interest and snickers quietly at the suggestion. "I believe simply conversation would suffice, but if you do happen to use physical method to restrain her, I would be delighted to see video footage, uh?" He teases, "She is often with Dora Milaje, so it is unlikely they would allow it." He does suggest cautiously.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles glances over, and gives a wave to the Dora, with the hand that just rotated around in a loop 9 or 10 times. She then slowly pulls her hand back, and nods up to the King. "Well, T'Challa. Any way I can help. Thank you again."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa dips his head into another nod, the Car having been travelling this whole time, pulls up infront of the Wakanda Embassy. With another charming grin, "Give your numbah to my driver when he has dropped you off and I will have Shuri contact you when she is available." he reaches out, offering Andrea his hand, and patting the top of hers if she takes it. "It has been a pleasure to have met you, Andrea Marguiles. Do not let anyone ever speak ill of you, you are no less than them. You are better for your courage and heart." He pats her hand, then slips out through the open door, once again beneath an umbrella to protect him from the brisk rain. There's a brief exchange in Wakandan that ends with the King crossing his arms over his chest and then he is making his way towards the front doors of the brownstone.

Andrea Marguiles has posed:
Andrea Marguiles smiles up to him at the pat on her hand, then gives a wave "Thank you," she repeats once more. She will give the number, get everything set up, and hopefully later...