5876/Cafe demonology

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Cafe demonology
Date of Scene: 07 April 2021
Location: Cafe Lalo
Synopsis: Possible help secured, as long as no priests are involved
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, Camellia Lowe




Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has become something of a regular at Cafe Lalo. Somedays, he poses for selfies and hands out autographs.

This is not one of those days. He checks the date on a wall calendar and wonders when this cycle will end and he'll feel somewhat normal. The servers are aware of his moods and do not approach hm unless asked. really they are almost as perceptive as ants. Remarkable.

Despite the somewhat crowded cafe he sits alone with a very large cup of Earl Grey. Was it really made with Earl Grey?

Needless to say it would take a very plucky or unaware person to try to grab a seat at his table.

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe obviously goes for the emptiest table, with only one guy sitting all on his own. Why? Because she had just set 200 dollars down on the counter and asked for one of everything the cafe had. It takes several trips but she eventually fills up the entire table and still has to pile some to-go cups in order to fit everything. She lets out an absolutely miserable sigh and opens up one of the cups, just chugging it down as fast as possible. She throws it to the trash and then repeats the process. Within a minute she had already downed five fancy coffee drinks. She doesn't even glance at Hank, seeming absolutely focused on getting through with this as quickly as possible.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym for his part ignored Camellia, wrongly assuming she was compiling her order for a large party arriving. In which case, tough shit. He was there first. When she started downing coffee he assumed she was a food blogger. The fact she was drinking entire cups quickly dawned on him. Then the quantity. Thus said he takes a good look at her and bring that cold, hard, analytical stare out. Mental patient? Perhaps. Late teens, early twenties maybe. Second hand clothes it looked like but she plunked down serious money. Shapeshifter? Perhaps. More likely it was one of the banal hidden camera television shows he only caught when flipping channels. Still...

"Young lady. I am a first responder, a biochemist and a doctor several times over and I can tell you... what you are doing is not good for you. I have no desire to administer first aid to you, especially before my breakfast. Are you aware of just how much caffeine and sugar you are ingesting? Are you all right?" His gaze softens somewhat. He is a father after all. A kind of crappy one at the moment but he's trying. The all right has genuine concern in it. Maybe one of Saeko's friends is screwing with him?

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe lifted her eyes towards him, her expression hardens up immensely for a second before she realizes what he's saying, seeming to be concerned for her. That seems to put her in a bit of a dilemma. She does this while shoving two pastries into her mouth simultaneously. She swallows and clears her throat. She pauses for a moment, it's obvious she's trying to think of the best way to respond and get rid of this obstacle to her consumption of absurd amounts of, well, everything. This was perhaps the single most innocent thing the demon had her do, so she absolutely could not afford to fail it.

Perhaps scaring him off will do the trick, or making him creeped out will cause him to leave. "It's fine. I'm not normal." She replies very firmly, before he can contest this she decides a show would be in order. She grabs a fork and stabs it into her own hand, pulling it out, showing there was no blood coming out to Hank. "Yeah, see?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym raises an eyebrow slightly. "So... you could be suffering from shock, neuralgia and circulatory collapse which are symptoms of diabetes. Could I take your pulse please? f you don't have one everything will be fine... I think. Why are you consuming all this so quickly?" He reaches out for her slim wrist but avoids taking it, unless she assents.

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe lets out another deep sigh, seeming quite tired despite not looking like it. She holds out her wrist and lets him take her pulse while she eats and drinks with her free hand. He'd find not only does she have none, her body is extremely cold, like a smooth piece of stone. "It's complicated and you're really better off not bothering with the explanation. I'm not even sure how this works." She replies, trying to eat twice as fast since she was using one hand only now.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym's curiosity is aroused by this and a little rudely he checks for a pulse in her carotid artery and whether she is breathing. Not easy with the bulk loading going on. He finally sits back and says, "I will not interrupt your task. Will you stay for some questions afterwards? I am Dr. Henry Pym."

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe doesn't seem to mind, just kind of sipping at an awkward angle now, until he decides to sit back. She has no pulse and only seems to breathe in to speak, the pace she's eating at definitely confirmed that she didn't seem to need air. "Sure. As long as you don't try to dissect me or something." She replies before starting to rapidly down the last of her drinks, a line up of different teas that she goes through in seconds. Finally she wipes her fingers and mouth with a napkin, seeming relieved. "That should buy me some time, what do you want to ask?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym indicates the chair. "First of all, what are you? Organic, Synthetic, Supernatural? Second, why did you need a whole serving to sample the dishes? Wouldn't it be more efficient to take a bite and then drink a little water to cleanse your palate. Third, I told you my name; what shall I call you?"

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe squints at him a little bit, frowning, she seemed confused by the nature of his question. "Uh." Is her answer for a while. "I'm supposed to be organic." She replies, shrugging at him. "And just taking a bite isn't the experience of eating the thing, it's just a sample. He- I. Uh. Was interested in discovering the eating experience of those who eat here. It's fascinating, really." She winces as she tries to explain this like a human when the curiosite was brought forth by a demon with no mouth. "You can say I'm one of those, uh, restaurant critics." She adds after a bit, the holes in her hand had shrunk considerably by now. It wasn't a very strong healing factor but it was there. It was technically also not healing.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym's look hardens a bit. "Are you being controlled against your will? What did you mean by 'supposed to be organic/" Despite her lack of vitals other than height and weight, she sucked at withholding information. Except her name so far. She had a number of tells and was halting her speech. Perhaps she was being controlled but not perfectly? She might also be a construct. Interesting.

And she might be a human being treated like some none human's pony. He tries not to let the anger push the concern aside. The place dies have CCTV. He could probably pull a photo of her. He makes note of her height and build and ponders who to call, Illy perhaps.

Illyana was nothing but nice to him, in her fashion but he was pretty sure when she came into a room the demons all jumped on chairs.

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe gestures with an open hand, shaking it lightly at Hank a few times. "See, that's why I told you shouldn't bother with the explanation too much. It's complicated and weird and I'm not really sure what's going on. I know I'm human and humans are organic, so there you go. Why I'm like this now is a mystery. I just feel like doing certain things sometimes and I go an do them, it's uh...that's just how it is. I guess you could call it a curse for coming back to life." She's obviously not used to talking to people like an average person would be, she blinks twice in realization. "Oh I didn't tell you that part. I died. So yeah there is that." She clears her throat awkwardly. "No, I don't know how I'm back, before you ask." It was not technically a lie. "You can call me Camellia. But like, seriously, you don't have to try to cure me or something, don't get twisted into one of those crazy scientific obsessions that smart people get to invent things."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smirks. "I said I was a doctor. I didn't say I was smart. Or an inventor. And I would regard you as a human, not inspiration for another gadget I don't need. I /do/ have a lot of friends with experience in magic and the supernatural. If you want help I can provide it... or good referrals." His breakfast finally arrives. Wonder what held that up. he begins eating menem and rice. Eating slowly. He notes the holes on her hand sealing if not healing.

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe hmms for a moment. "Well, the way you put me under the microscope all of a sudden speaks enough for itself, also the way you kept talking about, uh, doctor stuff. If you weren't smart you wouldn't be able to say those things, and the way you acted means you have a curious nature which is the essence of invention." She did know a fair bit about curiosity at least. "Uh. When you say 'people with experience in the supernatural' I hope you don't mean anyone affiliated with any kind of church or religious organization. Because I am not letting anyone try and exorcise me again. Otherwise some references would be great, actually. Maybe I can figure out what to do about this fuc-" She stops herself and just groans in deep exasperation. "No reason to get into that yet. So. How do I contact these people, you got an address? Because I don't have a phone."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym regards Camellia wryly. "Ah. Don't confuse verbosity with intellect. I'll allow the part about curiosity. I do not give out phone numbers or addresses. Why don't we meet here again tomorrow and I'll introduce you to whomever I can round up? Sorcerers are harder to pin down than super heroes. You have a place to spend the night?"

Camellia Lowe has posed:
Camellia Lowe nods. That was definitely better, she didn't know how to navigate too well over the city. "Sure, that works." She tells the man, seriously hoping this wasn't an elaborate plan to jump her with a bunch of priests. That would be terrible. "Uh, I have I place I stay at, it's fine. I don't have a lot of needs anymore so usually it doesn't really matter much where I am." She replies with a soft shrug. "I appreciate the help even in the case it might be just curiosity. I'll be sure to be here. There are some things I want to understand myself." She had very little awareness of the inner workings of her body and it was stressing her out.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym regards the girl with a small smile. "No priests. I can't promise no gods. Hercules goes where he wants to. But I'll try to stick to magic types wit open minds. My friends for what it's worth. I trust we'll all be well behaved."