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|Date of Scene=2020/03/18
|Location=Bryant Park
|Synopsis=Some ladies defeat a giant rampaging boar in a park, then proceed on to relish their victory over pub food.
|Cast of Characters=698,40,677,681,495
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>The New York Public Library is impressive, as is the bustling Bryant Park not far from it. With food vendors and tables, it's a popular lunch location, also boasting a /huge/ expanse of lawn. Seated quite a bit away from anyone in general on the lawn, Heidi is currently looking through a huge stack of books. Greek and norse myths, a world history book, and a dictionary of slang terms are among those stacked up high next to her. Funny how an Asgardian get ahold of a library card. (You don't want to know the story.) <br><br>While the flaxen-haired Asgardian reads, the rest of the area seems peaceful. She's not disrupting anything today, thankfully.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>While there were plenty of books at manor detailing myths and legends about the artifact the pair or searching for, there's something to be said about a good old fashioned Library. It was Gwen's idea because she was feeling kind of like she wasn't contributing anything except being there supportively, and it was all being down for her... "I really think we should at least /check/..." She'd said to Zatanna, who was probably just humoring the young blonde staying with her when she agreed. <br><br>Now through Bryant Park, said Blonde is dressed for the shifting weather conditions. Not cold enough for heavy coats, but not warm enough for shorts, she's got on jeggings and a pair of low-top sneakers. A long sleeved ''Mathalon'' t-shirt she'd picked up from a thrift sort is worn as well as black and red framed glasses. "You know, while we're /out anyways/ we could /definitely/ get a /hotdog/ because they are /delicious/." <br><br>Ultimately, this was probably her motivation the /entire/ /time/. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>Also amongst the lunch crowd, moving swiftly and with purpose is a young woman in FDNY blue. Mariana is not actually here on a call at the moment, but she has her radio and backpack on, just in case, as she trucks through the crowd towards one of said trucks, specifically the one with the spicy Colombian faire. She glances around herself, curiously, as she waits in line for her chance to place her order in flawless rapidfire Spanish.<br><br>Not like she was hiding that ethnic background, anyway.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>While Zatanna has one of the most extensive occult libraries on Earth or any realm in the walls of Shadowcrest, there are some things she needs to go to the library for. And unfortunately, since Gwen Stacy is dead in this universe, Gwen can't really get a library card. <br><br>And she's excited that the young woman actually wants to go with her to the library at that. "There's something about the smell of musty tomes and book leather that just..." she sighs. "It's nostalgic. Reminds me of dad and home and... okay, I'm off-course!" <br><br>"Let's grab some lunch. You can get a hot dog." But Zee's not going to partake. "I'll get a salad and after we eat, we can take the New York Public Library by storm!" she announces. That is until she notices the tall blonde, and grabs Gwen's hand. "Someone I want you to meet!" she says, steering Gwen away from the promise of nitrate laden sausage and suspect chili and cheese. <br><br>"Heidi?" she calls out, waving her free hand to the Valkyior in training. "I didn't expect to see you here!" she greets and smiles. "Heidi Ingerdottir is a friend of mine. We met when clothes shopping and I helped her with a corest and she came to my party I had recently. Heidi, this is Gwen Stacy, she's... someone special to me." As if the handholding didn't cue that in enough.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi has idly been eyeing the food courts, but mostly been doing her reading. Research is important, after all. She looks up towards the sound of her own voice, looking mildly alarmed and confused until she sees a familiar face. "Ah, hail Zatanna!" She gets to her feet quickly, upsetting the stack of books which tumbles over onto the grass. <br><br>"It is good to see you, and a pleasure to meet you as well, Gwen Stacy!" Full names and all. "Did you both come for the food over there? Or books? Or both? I am determined to enjoy both."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Drug off course for the hotdog vendor, Gwen whines at being redirected, and not because she's being introduced around. That part she kind of likes, it gives her the feeling that Zatanna is proud to be seen with her. Showing off, "But I want a hotdoooooog..." The hand not linked to Zee grabby fists at the vendor that's several yards away, singing ''my heart will go on'' under her breath. <br><br>She's done by the time they get to Heidi, but there's frequent glances back okay. Maybe she knows that all the additives in those hotdogs will inevitably leads to health problems later down the line, but she just can't quit them... even if Zatanna is a vegitarian. Introductions, Gwen waves and brings out the big gun smiles for the seated blonde, "Hey, nice to meet you." Then to Zatanna, tilting her head ever so slightly ala -&gt; way; "You know... you could just say girlfriend /backwards/..." <br><br>That's not going away. <br><br>"Books... both.. I want a hotdog." Gwen hopes she's found a partner in this battle who might convince Zatanna to let her have one. Super hopeful. Glancing towards the foodcourt and the Paramedic making her way towards one of the lines. If she looks their way, Gwen raises her hand in greeting because she totally respect healthcare professionals! <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>What Gwen puts in her body is her business, but Zatanna's body is a temple, and she takes no meat. "I was hoping to find a nice salad, actually." she admits, smiling warmly, but when Heidi's books fall over, she gives a little gasp, and there's not even much thought to it, the words just come out, freeform and backwards - because Gwen refuses to let that go. <br><br>"<span class="bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Kcatser S'Idieh Skoob dna ekam meht ysae ot yrrac.</span>" <br><br>And the books that Heidi has restack themselves, surrounded in that slight aura of magic as they move and shift, reordering themselves as they settle back into a neat and orderly stack for Heidi to handle. But she does get the hint. <br><br>"My girlfriend is looking for a partner in crime to share a hot dog with, but I'm being a spoilsport because I'm a vegitarian." she rolls her sapphire eyes slightly at that. "And she doesn't want me to try to summon her a hot dog from the grass, because she doesn't trust my magic that much yet." <br><br>She might be teasing on that part. Plus there's always that off chance that Zatanna using her magic on organics doesn't always work out so well. <br><br>The rapid-fire paramedic is glanced over at her, but Zatanna doesn't know her yet, and exactly isn't going all out at the moment. Well, she is. But it's for introducing two people in her sphere. She'll just need a reason to add to it!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>Mariana has just given her order and moved to the side, pulling money from her pocket to pay for her food while it is being assembled when she feels an odd tingle. The paramedic glances over her shoulder instinctively as a tiny sparkle alights in her eyes, highlighting the presence of active magical energy. Seeing no threat, she takes no action, but she resolves to get closer and check out what is happening. Just in case. "Gracias." she murmurs, and gathers up her food to head towards a spot near the edge of the lawn; with uniform pants, she can't afford to sit on the grass.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"I do not exactly see the point in restricting oneself to only one particular type of cuisine when there are so many of life's riches out there to try. Unless, perhaps, there are dietary reasons or you just /extremely/ enjoy a particular food," Heidi can think of a time or two where all she wanted to eat were pastries. <br><br>The restacked books seem to delight Heidi, who grins broadly at them. "That is certainly a good trick. You are very handy to have around, Zatanna." But, however, Gwen is the one who is in desperate need of sustenance. Non-vegetable sustenance. "Do not worry, Gwen Stacy. This issue will be resolved." Her gaze shifts around, looking for... something. Her eyes settle on Mariana. <br><br>"You look as if you know the food here," she calls, taking a few steps closer after she scoops up her pile of books. "What is it that I should try? So far, the recommendation is a hot dog."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen takes Heidi's words as whole-hearted agreement with her position on consumption of non-plant based food items and motions as much between the blonde and the raven haired sorceress. "Eh? Eh?" Back and forth several times. A look Zee probably recognizes as her ''I told you so'' face. She has a face for everything, as it turns out... Grinning wider yet when Heidi offers to remedy the whole situation! <br><br>"I like her." She murmurs loud enough to be heard. Rubbing the back of her neck with a little squint to her right eye when the books restack themselves. The familiar tingle is there, but it's not nearly as crippling anymore, having grown increasingly use to it. <br><br>"Hey now..." Defensive turn towards Zatanna, "/Of course/ I trust you and your magic... It's the only magic I've ever been around, for one, but it's /you/.. so.. like.. there." She sticks out a pink tongue and squeezes laced fingers while turning towards the approaching Mariana, "Thank you for your service to New York City." Said to the paramedic, "You guys are the meat course at the dinner party of excellence and I appreciate all that you do, Hello I'm Gwen Stacy." Super pleasant wave. <br><br>She's gonna get a hotdog. <br><br>It's the simple things. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>Annnnnd ... suddenly a towering blonde woman almost as visually striking as Silverwing herself comes ambling up to her and decides to ask her for food recommendations? Mariana pauses, chewing to finish the mouthful she had already taken in - she doesn't get long for lunch, and has to drop it if an emergency comes up! - and swallowing before she tries to reply. "I happen to be partial to Cisco's Colombian Kitchen, myself." She holds up the food in her little paper tray. "But Salvadore's has good salads, vegetarian, vegan, and not. They have an amazing black raspberry vinagrette, by the way. If you haven't, you should try that."<br><br>It does seem as though Heidi accidentally picked the right person.<br><br>"I personally try to limit my hot dog intake." Mariana starts to wrap up her advice. "But, I will admit that this truck here is one of two of the best in the entire city that I know of. So if you're craving a dog, I'd go there. They also have good Kosher dogs off the side-cart." the Latinx finishes. "Good luck, enjoy your lunch."<br><br>Mariana puts down her drink and offers her hand to Gwen, because not doing so would be rude, and she cannot ever be rude in uniform. (Seriously. It's in the policy guidebook. She could be FIRED.) "Thank you, Ma'am. Have a good day."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"It's not a matter of enjoyment, Heidi." Zatanna explains, releasing Gwen's hand to rub at her other arm thoughtfully. "I do enjoy vegetarian cuisine, but it is because since I was young, I do not eat anything that was once living, breathing, and had a heartbeat." she explains. "But I will not preach or try to force it on anyone else." she allows. <br><br>With the books stacked and taken care of, as Gwen and Heidi go to accost Mariana with suggestions of food, the sorceress offers a brief smile. "I will secure us a place to sit together and converse? Also known as a picnic spot." she casts a wink at the two as she notices a child and smiles. "Want to help me set up a picnic blanket?" she asks, as she squats down and offers a handkerchief to him. "A little small, isn't it?" she asks. The child nods. And Zatanna offers him a corner. "Can you help me set it up. Just step back, and we'll set it down." As the child steps back, what was one little square of cloth starts to unfold. And unfold. And eventually, she has a good sized picnic blanket. Zatanna gasps in delight. "Was that behind your ear the whole time?" she asks playfully. <br><br>The child, dumbstruck, shakes his head. "Noooo." <br><br>"Let's see what's behind there, then!" She offers, reaching behind the child's ear, and with a snap of her fingers, produces a balloon. "Here you go!" She smiles as the child scampers off with the balloon and she moves to sit in a lotus position on the blanket.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"Colombian?" Heidi isn't particularly aware of the general types of cultural foods on Midgard, so Colombian food is on the same level as bagels until she figures out the difference. "I shall have to try something from them then!" It seems she had inadvertently chosen well... or perhaps she had been mysteriously guided by the hand of fate. No one will ever know. <br><br>The mention of not eating things that were living gets a curious look. "Everything dies and then moves on." It seems a simple fact of life to her. But she's caught sight of Zatanna and the child and smiles broadly. She gives Gwen a gentle nudge. "It seems you chose well." <br><br>She looks back to Mariana, curious for a second, but then offers yet another of her broad, bright smiles. "Thank you for the assistance, friend. I hope your day proves pleasant."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Gosh you're adorable." Gwen says to Zatanna defending her vegan diet, but does so with a big grin clearing up whether she's being obtuse. She absolutely is not. With her hand releases, she extends it out towards Mariana when the other offers, "Gwen Stacy." Not remembering if she gave her name. <br><br>"I unno, I really have a hankering for processed pig lips..." She murmurs with a shuffling foot running through the grass while Zee is off preforming for the benefit of the children. Which brings an adoring grin to her face, but she's caught a glint of something on the paramedic and squinting slightly towards her. "You have some really interesting eyes, has anyone told you that?" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>"And yours, Ma'am." Mariana offers the towering blonde. Her manner is a mite odd, but nothing Mariana can't handle. And shew was rather polite and sweet, so why not?<br><br>Short on time, though, the paramedic lifts her tray back up and continues to eat while somewhat unabashedly watching Zatana and her fun with the child. A picnic, how cute.<br><br>When Gwen returns Mariana glances up, meeting her curious gaze. Chew. Finish chewing. Swallow. Please, don't have anything on her lips right now! "Uhm, thanks? I'll let my Mom know you thought so." They always looked normal to her. Even after eight years, though, she has never thought to look at herself in the mirror while staring at something magical. Poor woman seems to have no idea why Gwen would say that.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>It starts with a niggling of the senses in the back of Gwen's mind. Not that familiar buzz of Zatanna's magic, which has become enjoyable. This is angry, loud, headache inducing... <br><br>'''<span class="bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">DANGER!</span>''' <br><br>To those with magical resonance, the ripping of reality, the weakened veil between worlds is visual, a tearing of fabric, and through it charges a boar. A rather large boar. Easily the size of a small car, Heidi will recognize the creature immediately. There's only one boar like it in the nine realms -- Saehrimnir -- the ever-living, ever-dying, Boar of the Feast. <br><br>With a loud squeal and a crash, the massive boar charges the hot dog cart, the vendor unaware of the danger that he's in!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Realizing she didn't give out her name either, Heidi introduces herself to Mariana. "Heidi, daughter of Inger, of Asgard." She might have thrown a few fancy-sounding titles in there were it not for the fact that she's /spotted a thing/. There's a blink or two where she's not entirely sure what's happening, but that's all it takes. The pile of books that she was carrying is promptly dropped, scatting on the grass while she bolts in the direction of the boar. <br><br>It's lucky that she was wearing her coat. Were it not present, she wouldn't have felt very comfortable carrying her blade around. Midgardians tend to get jumpy around swords, she's noticed. But this time, she's got one. Wrestling the boar would be a mite dangerous for everyone involved. The sword isn't drawn until she's half-way there, waiting until she's navigated around anyone in her way. Safety first!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Cool." Gwen says to Mariana, clearly getting the ''fuck off'' vibe and lets her enjoy her food in peace, turning to watch Zatanna preforming some stage magic for the kids with a grin. A grin that becomes a frown when the tickle starts at the base of her skull and then a loud horn blaring behind her ears moving forward into her eyes. <br><br>Both palms come up to rub into them, kneeling down as if lowering her center of gravity and hit box will somehow make the blaring danger alarm stop. "What the he-..." A boar? <br><br>"Well that's definitely not social commentary..." She says under her breath. <br><br>But there's precious little she can do in her street clothes, so she looks sharply up to Zatanna with a big, sheepish, grin.. motioning at herself, with sweeping up and down hand gestures. ''could you do the thing with the poofing''? hashtag heart <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>"Pleased to meet you, Heidi." Mariana gets out, not quite sure what to do with the rest. "I am Mariana Gomez, FDNY paramedic, House three-fourteen." See? Totally sociable. But before she can take another bite of her lunch, things go caca.<br><br>Mariana tries really hard not to blink at swords coming out and other madness. Instead, she drops her small tray to the flooring and leaps to her feet, sprinting for the kids. "C'mon, let's move! Go go go !" she shouts, throwing herself full-tilt towards the children with no need whatsoever for whether this might draw the attention of an angered boar. Her only concern is innocent lives. "Mike! Animal incident in the park!" she shouts into her radio ...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Having missed most of her teen years for a variety of reasons that can be reduced to one word: HYDRA, Jessica came late to the joys of clothes shopping. Today its boots, she likes them black and knee high. She can only take short doses of shopping, though. Breezing out of the store with a new pair of boots places her nearly in a ringside seat for bacon meeting processed pork. <br><br>"Crikey!" she breathes under her breath while simultaneously throwing the bag back into the boutique (she paid a lot of money for those boots), then stepping out far enough to leap on top of the store awning. She crouches a moment, trying to get the lay of the street and pedestrians endangered by the animal. The sight of Heidi and the pig from hell somehow seem inextricably wound together, tighter than a link of sausages.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll try to get the portal reopened!" Zatanna isn't sure she can cast a spell on the magical animal and effect it. Instead, she's trying to concentrate on other things. When Gwen shoots her a look, Zatnna seems to understand and the mage raises her hands, '''Anything for you, bb'' Hashtag Spider-Sorceress? Witchy-Ghost? The social engineering is going to need some work on that one. <br><br>But she moves her hands in a somatic gesture, and calls out, "<span class="bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Dnes reh ot potfoor dna egnahc reh ot reh emutsoc!</span>" And with that, Gwen's sent to the rooftop of the library and when snaps into existance, the Ghost-Spider costume is on her. (Zatanna's had some practice with that.) <br><br>The boar slams intio the hot dog cart, sending franks, buns, chili and condiments all over the place. It slides to a stop and is pawwing at the ground, snarling at the vendor, who is holding up a pair of tongs to try to try to fend for himself. "Nice pig, good pig..." he whimpers, backing up slowly as the boar prepares to charge -- just in time to turn on Heidi and lowers his head, using his tusks to try to gore the Asgardian and throw her skywards. <br><br>Of course, Zatanna, when she was casting, didn't realize that there might be //another// Spider-Hero around that could be affected by her wild cast. That's what she gets for being nebulous.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"Please kindly vacate the area! I cannot promise everyone's safety otherwise!" Heidi cries loudly, though she spares the vendor and his ilk no real glance as she's a bit busy. Those tusks are deadly and it's not as if the Asgardian is invincible. She just stands a better chance than a hot dog vendor does. Hey, maybe Gwen will get a free hotdog after this! <br><br>Which leaves the boar in front of her, charging in her direction. It's not wise to fight a boar head-on, so she doesn't. Instead, she uses her own motion and a quick bit of timing to spring up off the ground to try and land on its back, or if she miss-timed, she'll land on his head. One way or another, she's gonna be up there somewhere.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>THWIP! <br><br>"OH MAN! Not the hotdog stand!" Gwen shouts as she takes a running leap from the roof of the library, arms and legs swinging until the line fires from her wrist and sends her swinging from a tall tree towards the source of so much of the culinary chaos! The Fine Dining Tom Foolery! The Cuisine Catastrophy! The- <br><br>Gwen's feet lurch forward out of her swing and end swith her backflipping off the short line and bullet kicks right towards the tong weilding server, "Hey, what kind of discount do I get for saving your life? You know what, don't answer that..." Whipping her arm aorund the server and rolling with him out of the boars path, "Watch it with those tongs, friend... Those are lethal weapons in seven out of ten kitchens.." Both palms up patting the air as she turns just in time to see Heidi landing on the back of said magical menace. <br><br>"You need some help up there?" Firing a pair of webs towards the boars snout and giving a sharp yank, trying to turn it off the path and/or drop it in the dirt when forward momentum is suddenly stopped. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>Mariana keeps herding children and innocents away from the incident to the best of her ability. Most people react to her like she's a cop in situations like this, and that's to her benefit for now. Later, it'll suck, but she's used to dealing with that. Not seeing anyone wounded - yet - she continues trying to get people away from trouble and leaves taking on angry boars to those already in place and better equipped than she is. Silverwing could be better, but Mariana only has one body, so that's just how it is. She's in charge right now.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Double crikey," Jessica exclaims, having transformed in a breath from chic girl shopping to svelte red and black spider of the night. Putting sartorial surprise and worry aside, she watches with a mixture of disbelief and admiration as Heidi mounts the boar like a horse, effectively blocking a 'venom blast' of bio-electricity. There is no time to debate. Leaping from her station on the awning, she lands light-footed behind the short-bristled tail of the animal to pull back with all her force. Heels dragging on the sidewalk, Jessica skids behind it shouting at Heidi, "What now? Get off it so I can blast it, Heidi!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi lands firmly on the boar's back... which immediately starts bucking like wild, trying to throw the Valkyrie-in-Training off of it as is snarls and grunts and makes all around bad noises as it tries to throw the woman off and get at her. Just as Gwen's webs slam into it. With her strength, she's able to pull the boar in surprise for a moment, but this is a creature that is used to fighting whole hunting parties of the dead that the Valkyries have gathered. <br><br>The boar whips it's head around as Saehrimnir pulls twice as hard on the webbing attaching it to Gwen and attempts to throw the woman at another one of the food trucks to try to shake the Ghost Spider off. <br><br>Heidi's herding is not unnoticed as Zatanna casts a barrier spell. "Get them into the library!" Zatanna is calling out to the EMT as she helps to get the civilians to safety. <br><br>And what happens when you grab a piggy by the tail? Jessica is finding that out as the mystical boar's eyes widen and he SQUEALS, starting to spin in very rapid, tornado force circles to try to throw the three women off of it!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:677|Mariana Gomez (677)}} has posed:'''<br>Library! Good call, solid stone and brick walls, good place for innocent civilians. Mariana keeps herding children and civilians in that direction as best she can. She spots that there are now more heroes involved, and that is a good thing. She can also hear her partner calling out on the radio, and she responds to explain what she is seeing, what she is doing, while on the lookout for the injured or in-need.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi is under the impression that someone is helping Midgardians to safely be herded away from the boar. She'll trust it's happening because she's not really certain she could stop this thing from hitting anyone at this point. And, while Heidi is certainly busy dealing with the boar... "Hail friend!" <br><br>Jessica's getting a greeting at least. Heidi grapples the boar's back, trying to grip both it and the sword so she doesn't lose either of them. She's aware of people vaguely being around, but she's not really able to see much by the way the boar is spinning. "Blasting him? Is that the plan? Is there a pla---" And there she goes, flying off of the boar's back, sword still in hand. She lands with a resounding thwack on the grass. "...n.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen was not expecting the sudden surge of strength when the Boar snarls in her direction, "Oh crickey..." The eyes of her mask go wide a half second before it whips its head around and sends her flying towards another food truck, this one featuring mostly healthy options in the form of salads and hummus spreads. <br><br>She hits it hard enough to dent the side of the truck and touple it over on its side with her falling through the crashing window. Food items tumbling out of cabinets onto her suit, including a whole ben of lettuce and freshly cut tomatos. <br><br>"Zee's never letting me live this down..." <br><br>Because social commentary. <br><br>THWIP THWIP <br><br>A line fired on eitherside of hte opening and Ghost Spider is sailing out through the it with lettuce and small red slivers of tomato raining down all around her. "This is a terrible waste of food, guys! There's starving people all over the world and we're letting this magical creature ruin a perfectly good hotdog stand?! I cannot stand by this gross neglagence and wasteful observation on American eating habits." <br><br>The small pink/black/white spider flips through the air and hits a picnic table with another line as she lands, swinging it around herself easily like a flail towards the front of the boars snout. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>"Shock it!" Are the only words Jessica manages to scream back forgetting to be polite and return the greeting in the press of things. When Jessica's feet leave the sidewalk it is with relief. Friction had started to heat her heels up unbearably. <br><br>"Whee" one part of her brain screams while the other is on high alert, she has been turned into a hurtling weapon herself. Her feet connect with some unlucky person, a whuff of air being knocked out by her hurtling heels all that she is aware.<br><br> A leaf of lettuce whacks her in the face. "Plan?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>The boar is now free of that new Adgardian smell of young Heidi and now the Spider is off it's snout. And then as Gwen is flung from it, the boar manages to throw Jessica into Gwen. <br><br>Spider-Woman meet Ghost-Spider - Ghost-Spider, Spider-Woman. Now kith. Or not, Zee will get jealous. <br><br>With Mariana finally getting the civlians hearded away, Zatanna can concentrate on the portal to try to open it and send the beast back from where it came from. "Heidi, what is this thing?!" She calls out the Valkyrie. <br><br>She assumes it's Asgardianship, okay? <br><br>The boar twists on the trio of hero and snarls, letting out a mighty 'SQUEAL'. It won round one, and now it's ready to come after the ladies for a round two!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Oof. Heidi slowly drags herself back up, grateful that, for a second, it's not charging right at her. "Unless someone has somehow created another creature as large or as impressive, which I highly doubt, that would be Saehrimnir." Indeed, it seems it is an Asgardian thing. "It shouldn't be here, though, Saehrimnir is for feasts. Somehow he has been let out. We must send him back. Or kill him and then send him back." <br><br>Dead or alive! Back on her feet, Heidi charges for the boar again, this time with her sword at the ready to come at him from the side. Much less dangerous than to run head on at a board.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Facing 'de feet' Gwen is kicks right in her solarplexus and knocked backwards before she ever gets a chance to hurl the pic-e-nic table and grunts painfully as she's once again flying. This time, in a show of poetic justice, hitting the picnic table she was about to throw at the boar.. Sliding across and crumpling on the grass on the far side. <br><br>A thin arm slaps atop the table and pulls her up, hand against her chest, "Okay, not cool..." To the Boar, she doesn't blame Jess, it wasn't her fault /someone/ /summoned/ /a/ /boar/... Clearly this was Zatanna's parlor tricks! CLEARLY! <br><br>She's trying to pay attention to what the magically inclined people are saying, but... "TIMES UP GUYS LETS DO THIS!" <br><br>The Ghost Spider up, fires a line from each wrist at a tree and a light post, and pulls herself into a double foot kick aimmed at the front of the boars big snorty face. "LEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOY JEEEENKINS.. In another life, you're DEFINITELY the center piece of a Leftover sandwich!" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>T<br><br>he world spins until the breath is knocked out from Jessica. The blow doubled with a hit of recognition so strong that Jessica surely hallucinates. Surely. The smell of another spider is overwhelming. Staggering to her feet, air rushing back into her lungs, with another surge of recognition: she has allies. Holding the palms of her hands before her as though beseeching the creature to stop its mad charge she releases a blast of electricity into its face.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>There's supposed to be a plan, you're supposed to make a plan -- okay Gwen's plan is THERE IS NO PLAN. <br><br>The cake later will be a lie, too. <br><br>The boar charges towards the trio -- about to leap at Heidi when the kick from Gwen sends it careening and slamming into the side of the taco truck, sending it tumbling over onto the side, the squealch of metal and crunching of concrete beneath it as Heidi manages to slash it along it's side and is squawls in horror, rending more metal as he pulls himself out remains of the truck. <br><br>It's starting to charge down at the Asgardian again when Jessica blasts it in the face, and there's another squawl as the big tumbles end over end, sliding to thr ground and starts to push itself back to it's feet, grunt and growling as it shakes off the attacks and numerous injuries. <br><br>While Zatanna cannot open the bi-frost to send the creature home, she can reopen the portal that the creature came through, and she manages to do so, but she's straining. "Ladies, the take out window's open!" she calls out. <br><br>"But not for long!" she adds. "Hurry!" The portal shimmers and holds, but Heidi can tell it's not going to be stable for long.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi seems satisfied that the blow lands cleanly, and she shifts her attention to the portal that Zatanna's got. She smacks the boar hard with the flat of the blade. It's not an intent to harm, it's an intent to piss him the heck off. With that, she starts running towards the portal in an attempt to lure him over. <br><br>"Come and get me!" She hollers at it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Enter Ghost Spider! <br><br>Her kick sends the boar end overing into a taco truck, "The only truck left is the ice cream vendor... PROTECT THE ICE CREAM LADIES!" She shouts, rolling over her shoulder into a low crouch. Hand out ahead of her, knee bent, one off to the side. Heidi gets it, trying to draw the boars attention, and Gwen is about to get up in the mystical beasts face in the most upclose and personal way! <br><br>Leaping up and over towards the rampaging animal, she fires webs down at the ground around its stomping feet while Heidi is keeping it distracted. A sharp yank and she's missiling down towards boars flank trying to kick it in the direction of the open portal, "Time to go home to Timon, Pumba..." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, hell!" Jessica mutters to herself as Heidi offers herself as bait. She looks at her own hands in wonder: there are not many creatures of this world that could withstand that amount of electricity released into their faces. Ergo. It's not of this world.<br><br>No, it's an Asgardian boar rodeo with Heidi acting as the clown and the other spider lassoing it with webbing. Her 'venom blast' seemingly no more than an annoyance she decides to prick it on towards the portal opening on the sidewalk. Explanations to the public will have to wait.<br><br>Somersaulting to behind the boar after a hurried sorry hurled at the other spider, Jessica prickles the boar's butt with a venom blast trying to hurry it on its way.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi uses <span class="bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">TAUNT!</span> <br><br>It's highly effective! The boar digs in and shifts in it's run across the grass, charging straight towards Heidi as she does everything short of smacking her rump and sticking out her tongue. Hopefully she's quick, though. As they get close to the portal, Saehrimnir increases speed to try to run over and gore the Asgardian woman... <br><br>...but like Hell in a cell, Ghost Spider is coming in off the top webs, slamming into the flank of the boar, sending it sliding forward, partially through the portal... <br><br>And then there's the blast from Spider-Woman that forces the boar the rest of the way through. It squeals at the three and turns to run away across the forest on the other side, allowing Zatanna to slam the portal closed, and she falls back on the picnic blanket, utterly exhausted. "Everyone okay?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a good thing Heidi's quick on her feet. Being boar bait was an easy task, it's not easy to roll out of the way at the last second. When she does, she comes to rest rather gracefully on her feet again, and her sword is sheathed. "Well, wasn't /that/ exciting?!" <br><br>She sure seems to think that made for a good warm-up. Wait, that's it?<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'm still hungry." Ghost Spider says in response to Zatanna, "But otherwise ... better than the owners of those trucks." Nodding her hooded head towards said destroyed food vendors. A head of lettuce falls from a tree above the vegitarian truck she crashed into. Gwen rubs at the back of her neck, "Welp... look't. This-" Waving pointing fingers at all the destruction, "Is definitely going to get blamed on me.. so Imma take off..." Thumbs up, both hands, one pointed out at Heidi, "Supreme level taunting, 10 of 10 would let you tank again." One out towards Spider-Woman, "7 of 10 for kicking me in the tits. But the whole shooting venom thing? I get it, that's a class act." <br><br>Two thumbs up for Zatanna, "What's that behind your ear?" Reaching up as if she's going to go behind her ear to perform the same slight of hand she had on the child, "Oh, just a piece of corn..." She holds it out towards her in both palms after picking it out of her black curls, "For yoooooou..." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Slightly out of breath, Jessica stares at the other spider a moment before laughing. "Ah, beg pardon for the boom to your bosom. Not really avoidable. I'm sort of what you would call 'ranged' in a grouping though I can tank. But nothing like Heidi." Pivoting to look at Heidi, "Bravo for the boar taunting. You might have a second career if you decide not to be a hero."<br><br>Looking down at herself and the growing crowd with the delicious scream of distant sirens, she looks from woman to woman. "I would love to stay and chat. Let me do a quick change back into civvies and I will be back in a dash." She point in the general direction of the store she had left. "Be right back."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"Might be a good idea." Zatanna agrees as she looks to Gwen - and at her chest when she mentioned that she got kicked in the tits. Don't ask. Just don't. <br><br>And she wiggles her fingers, murmuring a few words to teleport Gwen behind the row of Port A Johns that did not get knocked over - and putting her in her civvies. <br><br>Well, a pair of nice jeans and blouse. <br><br>Zatanna may have taken a liberty and dressed her up. Ahem.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi isn't really sure /why/ people bother with the secret outfit changing, but she shrugs it off as the spiders briefly disappear to change clothing. "I am certainly grateful for the extra help," she offers. "It is a bit challenging to handle a creature like that without assistance." <br><br>She looks to Zatanna. "Your magic is indeed very powerful, it seems to have come in handy. Midgardians seem to be formidable warriors from what I've seen."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen appears behind the toilets and looks down at herself with her arms out wide. All fancy lookin' like a paper doll, "What is this?! What wicked and evil betrayal is this!" All stressing of words rather than shouting them, she comes around the back of the dookie closets at a little jog, "Excuse me, you know how it goes when you're super hungry and then suddenly /really have to go/?" Rubbing her belly, "I wouldn't go in that first port-o-pot if I were you. Some things can't be unseen." <br><br>A glance around at the level of destruction wrot upon the topography of the park, "Golly, is this from that terrible boar business? It is a crying shame I was busy relieving myself and could not give that mystical creature what for." Pantomiming throwing very awkward, ineffective, totally ill coordinated, punches. <br><br>"Also I changed." <br>Pregnant Pause. <br><br>"I found these clothes in the port-o-potty..." Eyeing Zee, this is the lie she has to tell. <br><br>"Babe, I'm hungry." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Jessica tried her best to smooth things over in the shoe store. It's not everyday that a customer appears in black and red tights, especially with her figure and uses the stockroom to undress in record time. Bag recuperated. Ruffled feathers more or less back in place, the spider goes looking for explanations. Portals. Spiders and what felt like magic.<br><br>Eyebrows raised in question, Jessica saunters over to join the three women, this time greeting Heidi with a smile, "Hail and well met, Heidi. What was that all about?'<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"There's really no reason to hide who I am. My father did not hide who he was, and he was in a team as a magician, and most everyone knows I can use magic." Stage or otherwise. Zatanna puts her hands in her small pockets with a shrug of her shoulders and a shake of her head. "I can't repair the damage done by a magical beast..." Again, she doesn't think on that one. She could be wrong. <br><br>It's a confidence thing. <br><br>When Gwen returns to her side, Zatanna smiles. "That's a lovely outfit. I'd dare say magical." she teases lightly, shaking her head. "It's just us, babe..." <br><br>But then Jessica's arriving and the raven-haired sorcress looks down at the corn that Gwen pulled from behind her ear, then slowly up at Gwen. And she gives a shake of her head. <br><br>No. Just. No.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hail, friend Jessica! It appears to have been Saehrimnir who had somehow escaped and gotten here. He is the boar slaughtered for feasts in Asgard and it was odd he made it down here somehow. Some sort of trickery, I'd say," Heidi explains. "But it is good that there were plenty here to help." She does look amused at the mention of hiding. <br><br>"I have often found that hiding who you are causes problems in the long run. I suppose it is a matter of which problems you are prepared to tackle. I prefer to be myself, always, in front of all who see me." She prefers the honest approach.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>There's really no reason that Gwen is working so hard to keep her identity now that she really thinks about it... Who is she going to be traced back to? A cemetery? As far as she knows there's no court of law that will convict a corpse for vigilantism, but if they did... Well, I'm pretty sure that's how you get zombies. <br><br>And nobody wants zombies. <br><br>Gwen glances down at her new clothes, doing a little spin to show them off, arms out wide. When she's finished she reaches out for Zatanna's hand and gives it a quick squeeze. "I'm sure you can, babe... just remember the motivation words of Mister Rogers." <br><br>She clears her throat, "Proud of you <br>I'm proud of you. <br>I hope you're as proud as I am.<br>Proud of you. <br>I'm proud of you. <br>I hope that you are proud of you too." <br><br>Waving to Jessica, "Hey, I'm Gwen and I'm hungry." Definitely not a hint. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>"Trickery? Some might call it magic, Heidi." Her experience with that realm needing an hour of explanation, Jessica lets it drop. Jessica has gained experience since waking up with a ten-year old mind in a seventeen-year-old body. People still baffle her sometimes. A friend of hers in San Fransisco explained that she lacked socialization. Her expression listening to Gwen might beg to differ with that explanation, today, at least. <br><br>"I say, well. I wonder what survived from the boar rampage? Let's have something to eat. Can I treat you Heidi Ingersdottir?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"I am proud of you..." Zatanna starts to say and ducks her head a little. Way to make her feel bad. She was just.. it was thrift store! And now... <br><br>Then she's asking about food again. "I think our options here are ice cream and ice cream." she points out. "Have the two of you eaten yet?" she asks of Jessica and Heidi. "I can treat?" <br><br>And since noone else has, Zatanna smiles and steps up to Jessica. "Hello. I'm Zatanna, this is my girlfriend Gwen. We seem to have a friend in common?" she asks, glancing to Jessica. Though it seems that Jessica is asking to treat Heidi and her lips quirk in a smile.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"Your Mister Rogers seems to be a great poet, as simple as the words are. The meaning is very strong. It resonates." Heidi is definitely very proud of her friends. "I am not sure what food might still be available but I would very much enjoy something." She turns to Zatanna. "Ice cream? Ice cream it is then." She pauses for a long moment. "Which one is ice cream again? The cold one, right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen tilts her head from side to side at Zatanna, "I mean repairing damage of magical creatures.. I bet you could, but I don't really know how magic stuff works, so maybe not..." Glancing over to Heidi, "ice cream!" Because that's their only option apparently. It'll have to do. <br><br>Headed that way, tugging the Raven haired Sorceress along, "It's not every day you get to have ice cream for dinner.. I'm sure that there's literally nothing that could go wrong with that option. I bet they even have vegan options." Probably not though. They do have vegan cheese. It is disgusting. <br><br>"I'm also super proud of everyone. We fought a boar, it's not every day that happens..." Lots of damage though, "That's just New York Luck." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>"Lovely to meet you," Jessica returns with a question in her eyes. It will wait. "Jessica Drew." She extends a firm hand to Zatanna. "Lovely to meet you both." Gwen heads off before she can give her a hand shake. Continental habits die hard. <br><br>Turning towards the trucks to follow. "Too bad about the hot dogs. I'm more in the mood for something savoury but carry on! Ice cream it is. One of those ice cream bars or sandwiches." Sometimes one must live with life's mysteries.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think I agree with Miss Drew, and that something savoury would be better. I think I saw a pub off the green we could go to? As long as we don't order alcohol, we should be fine." Because Gwen doesn't even have a fake ID. <br><br>But she's willing to go with everyone else, especially when Gwen starts tugging her along. "If not, then I can just wait until we're home before I eat.'<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, if we need alcohol I have my flask... but I am afraid Midgardians do not heed my warning when I tell them that they should take naught but a sip," Heidi is shaking her head. "Midgardians just don't have the same..." She's trying to find a polite way to phrase it. "...consitution that Asgardians have. Still! We could certainly go to a pub. It would be great fun and I should like to try more food. I have tried nachos recently and I am quite enamoured."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Right?!" Gwen spins towards Jess saying she, too, would have greatly favored a hotdog to other such fine eating options were previously available! She's is, of course, not set absolutely on Ice Cream and pubs do have some pretty great food sometimes. "Hmmm... well I don't want a microwaved oscar myer weener, but if we go to the pub, I could get a club sandwich, so..." She glances between the trio, wrapping Zee's arm around her waist so she's standing right up against her. "And Zee can sneak me drinks of beer. Then we karaoke. I do a mean rendition of Criminal... seriously, man. Blow your socks off." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen's 'Miss Drew' merits purse lipped consideration from Jessica. With a faint nod in her direction, "I will vote pub. Especially if there is something to eat. Nachos!" she gives a pleasant glance at Heidi. "Would suit me fine. We decided then? Will they let Gwen in if she is underage?"<br><br>In an aside to Heidi, "Would you give me a sip from your flask? A boar in the street is not an everyday occurrence. Hero or not. That set me back a bit. A little pick-me-up would be great."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"If there is karaoke in the pub, sure Gwen." Zatanna slips an arm around the younger woman's waist and gives her a squeeze before she starts to leave the way. "I won't ask for a drink, though I know of the challenge. I tend to only sip wine." she admits with a laugh. "Or a good mixed drink. I'm especially fond of cosmos." As they start to head down the green to the pub, "They'll put a little wrist band on Gwen to mark her as under twenty-one." she explains. "And no, I won't give you sips of beer." <br><br>"If we were at home, yes, I'd share. That's fine. But not in public." She frowns, just a little and blows out a breath. "God, I sound like such a stick in the mud."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi is beaming at the thought of nachos. But Jessica's asking about the flask and so the leather-wrapped flask is pulled from her jacket. Handing it forward, she gives her a serious look. "Only a sip. From what I have seen more than a sip will knock most Midgardians flat on their back for the rest of the evening. I had a friend who tried it and then we had to call a you-ber? I do not remember exactly the word, but it was to drive her home." <br><br>She peers between Zatanna and Gwen. "Do not let me be a bad influence. I think someone should drink as soon as they know how to handle the consequences..." Which can be much, much older for some people.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen scoffs at the notions, but doesn' seem particularly broken up by the lack of alcohol she'll be allowed to consume in public. Her metabolism burns the alcohol out almost before it's had a chance to do anything, but laws or laws or whatever! "Legal eagle, that's me one hundred percent!" She says with a brilliant smile up at Zatanna, despite the fact that Heidi is lowkey offering to let her get wasted on Asgardian brew. <br><br>Meanwhile, she's doing that weirdo wide walk with her legs spread so she doesn't have to move away from Zatanna. You know the one! Because walking right next to someone messes up your center of gravity so you have to compensate by looking like a duck? Yeah, she's doing that. <br><br>"Guuuuuys... I'm hungry..." Incase anyone forgot. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Jessica reaches for the flask with less confidence than she asked for it, a fleeting smile for Heidi's obvious zest at the notion of nachos. "Flat on your back has its moments, Heidi. I'm walking home." She tips the flask up and wisely only wets her mouth with it. Stopping dead in the street a person behind them nearly collides with her. When she can get her breath, "What in the name of god is that made with? That would take the head off of a Scotsman. You drink that?" The blonde woman gains several notches in her already considerable esteem for her.<br><br>The dark haired woman catches up with Gwen and Zatanna, "It could be used as a secret weapon, you know! Let's go some place where we can talk."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Arriving at the Pub, Zatanna glances at the duck-walking girlfriend. "I'm only an inch taller than you!" she points out with a warm laugh as she steps into the building, looking around and pointing to a table in the corner. "That's a good place to sit?" She offers. Nice. Quiet. Private. A little romantic if Zee and Gwen were alone, but more for quiet talks with the other two women. <br><br>She makes her way to the booth, letting Gwen slide on their side first before sliding in next to her. As soon as the waitress comes over, she's already ordering. "Pretzels and beer cheese, my girlfriend is very hungry. Ravenous even." <br><br>She may be making up for not using the relationship tag earlier with Gwen. Now that she's settled with her hands folded in front of her, sapphire eyes lift to Jessica. "You had a question?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi's no stick in the mud. She is all about living life and having a good time. "Thank you very much for reminding us of your hunger, Gwen," she says. Oooh, look, she lost the last name. Gewen has moved up in the world. Now she can just be 'friend Gwen'! She does, however seem entirely too amused as Jessica takes a sip from the flask. She reaches a hand out to take it back and to also make sure Jessica doesn't inadvertantly fall over. "Asgardian honey. A sweeter and more potent drink I doubt you'll find in the nine realms. But do not worry, I would not leave a friend flat on their back, I would make sure they got home." <br><br>As they arrive at the pub, she slides into the booth with remarkable grace. She looks at the waitress. "Bring me various foods that you assume would feed three to four average sized people. Whatever is your most popular." That, of course, is for her. She's entirely ordering for herself.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen saunters on in, "It's a big inch, though, Zee." Defending her waddling infront of the raven haired sorceress towards the table over in the corner. Once there she seperates and slides into the booth and scoots right up against the wall turned sideways so her legs can stretch out across Zatanna's lap. "Thaaaank yooou." To Zee, for satiating her hunger with beer pretzals and cheese. <br><br>"And a club sandwich." She adds, "Also a diet coke." Chin propped up in her palm, fingers running up the side of her face to frame her left eye with her elbow resting up on the edge of the table. "That's a lot of food.." said across the table to Haidi, "Do you do zumba or... spin? I have the metabolism of a really small horse, which, strictly speaking, isn't accurate unless compared to the average hunger of a human being, but that's how most classifications are made, right?" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi's gusto is a perfect foil to Jessica's wonder at the two women that she met on the street with a magic boar. Girlfriend doesn't escape her, she compares the two women's ages adding to her list of questions. The curiosity comes naturally to her, she still feels there is so much that she has missed in life. There is touch of wistfulness for the closeness that Zatanna and Gwen seem to share. But first! Food.<br><br>"A Reuben and a Guinness, please. Crisps...er, chips, if you have them, if not fries. Thank you!"<br><br>When the waitress leaves, the same questioning look returns, her eyes moving between the two, "Where to begin? Zatanna, if it isn't too..." She makes a vague gesture,"...forward. Do you make spells?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll have the house salad. No meats, eggs, or cheese, please." Zatanna orders, "Along with the house white wine." Setting aside her menu, the sorceress gives Gwen a little bump and teases. "You may grow a little still yet." But her attention turns to Jessica. <br><br>"Define what you mean by make spells?" she asks her curiously. "I'm not asking that in a mocking way -- I am genuinely curious at what you think it means so I can best describe it."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"I am honestly surprised that Midgardians consume so /little/," Heidi remarks. "Though I will say I consume a little less here, I am not training as hard." She does pause for a second at that, scowling. Training is a thing she should be doing. "Perhaps I should fix that." But she's not about to interrupt the conversation about magic. She promptly zips her lip, folding her hands neatly on the table as she listens.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"I can pack away some food, for a Midgardian-" Whatever the heck that is, but she's assuming human or something. "-but enough for four people?" Low whistle. Gwen glances between Jess and Zatanna, however, and settles her chin back in her palm, propping it up with her fingers drumming on her jaw. She's curious about the answer herself, but certain she already knows it. Certainly she has a fairly high opinion of Zatanna's magica capabilities, but with any small sample size... <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>"I suppose I just don't have the vocabulary but I have seen one or two people who could manipulate the world with words. But not here. Not in this time." She doesn't enlarge on that history making an impatient bat of her hand. "Spells? Magic. That word is just as vague, too." Squeezing her bottom lip thoughtfully between two fingers, she drops her eyes to consider. She raises her eyes, "In another time some would have called you a witch."<br><br>Head canted to one side, a smile warms her eyes when she addresses Gwen, "You on the other hand, smell of spider to me, Gwen. What kind? I am also...or I have spider DNA from Wundagore, the Black Widow native there."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"Am I witch? Yes. Though not in the historical sense. I do have a cauldron. I can make potions. But it's not my expertise." Zatanna explains. Then she takes the salt shaker and sets in the middle of the table. "I was born with magic within me. My father says I got that from my mother. I never met her. She died shortly after I was born." she explains. She studies the salt shaker quietly for a moment. <br><br>"So, manipulation and transmorgification are my strong suits. For instances." She speaks quietly. "<span class="bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Etativel.</span>" <br><br>The salt shaker lifts off the table, floating in mid air. She moves it to the left and right, sliding her hand around it to show she's not just using a parlor trick. "That's manipulation. The physical movement of an item or items to use it for something else. Now, transmorgification... or polymorph." <br><br>"<span class="bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Llabesab a otni rekahs tlas siht nrut.</span>"<br><br>The salt shaker turns into a baseball and she catches it in her hand. She takes the knife from her utensils, cutting into the baseball, and she opens it. "I could have put a flair in their and had a dove come out, but that's mixing my stage magic with my actual skills." she explains. "I can't turn this baseball into a cat, for instance." <br><br>"I don't have a familiar. I will, eventually, take on an assistant though to share my skills with. And perhaps, in time, mother the next in line to be a Zatara sorceress. But I have time for that. Does that answer your question, or do you have something specific?" Setting the ball back on the table, she comments, "<span class="bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Llepssid.</span>" <br><br>And the ball turns back into a salt shaker.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>"Were I any sort of cook, I would find a way to cook a feast of Asgardian fare for the lot of you, but I am afraid that is not one of my many talents. Especially ones that Midgardians would find useful. From what I understand, most scoff at poetry and the lyre," Heidi says, though she manages to keep her tone lower. She doesn't want to interrupt the magic conversation, especially as it turns out to be fairly interesting. <br><br>The display of magic gets her attention and she looks, not like a kid in a candy store, but like someone who truly appreciates what's being done. "It seems you all have some extraordinary skills. I am no user of magic, though there are many from Asgard who are." There was the mention of that spider thing. She looks between Jessica and Gwen. "You sense each other? Some kind of connection?" She's fascinated, but clams up shortly after. She talks a lot when she's excited.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Jessica witnesses something wonderful. She follows Zatanna's movements raptly, barely shifting her gaze as the saltshaker is put through its paces. "Quite. I think that would do for being a witch in some places. Well, in most. It doesn't carry the same connotations for me that it might for others. You would be a good person to have in a fight. Thank you for that. It's not everyday that I spend time with people who have powers like yours." Her hands waves between the two.<br><br>Exaling slowly as though having the question answered relieved her somehow. "I would love to taste the food from Asgard. I hope I can sometime." Jessica leans lightly against the woman's shoulder then looks up as food begins to arrive at the table.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen glances up and over at Jessica, from between two fingers. Her other hand is down beneath the absently drumming, "You can smell it?" She wonders with a thoughtful frown, "The genetic alteration didn't give me super senses or anything, but the particular genus of spider used was Anyphaenidae, the Ghost Spider. They're a variant of the more common sac spider, with prominent spinnerets. Primarily nomadic hunters, with exceptional speed..." She could, perhaps, continue going on and on, since her interest definitely peaks when Jessica asks about it... It is arguable, however, that she's as interested as Gwne is. <br><br>"It was a genetically alter hybrid of several traits common to multiple spiders." Simplicity sake, since Zatanna is putting on a demonstration. She goes quiet for it, right up to the point where she mentions mothering the next generation of magi. And it isn't as much that she says anything, but that her gaze drops down to her lap with a palm running up the bottom of her nose, leaving a small indentation across the bridge afterwards. <br><br>Quietly, to Heidi, "Nah, I can't sense other spiders. At least none that I've met... unless they attack me, I guess, but I think by then I'd probably already know if they were a spider." Still looking down, toying with the thread she's worked out on the sleeve of the blouse. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"Show off." Zatanna smirks slightly at Gwen, but there's pride in her tone. Hot and smart? Zee hit the jackpot, ladies. When she notices Gwen's look, she smirks. "Artificial insemination not a thing where you came from?" she asks, rather bluntly as the food comes to the table. "And I didn't say tomorrow. I mean years from now." There's a shake of her head as she listens to the others talk. <br><br>"But she can sense magic. I gave her a terrible fright the first time I met her." she admits sheepishly, reaching to squeeze Gwen's hand in her lap.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi bumps shoulders with Jessica and offers her a grin. "Perhaps you will! Perhaps I will try and cook something." She seems amused that she even suggested it, waving it off by instead focusing on scooting things around so that all her food can fit somewhere on the table in front of her. "It is very fascinating to hear about all of the many gifts my friends have. It is also great to see them in action." Now, she'll just look at her food. She has things to try!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>The table crowded with food occupies Jessica's attention for a few moments. "Try these," she says of the fries to Heidi. "Help yourselves." After a few bites of sandwich, she slows down enough to say, "Mmmm. This is good. Venom blasts take it out of me. I'm always hungry afterwards. So, you know your science. I suppose that if my parents had lived, I might have, too. I wonder." Pointing at herself, "Lactrodectus Wundagorian. They are considered among the most poisonous in the world and have bad tempers apparently. They never bothered me but they recognized some kinship, I guess."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Grinning briefly, she adds, "I mean the genes. Not the bad humor."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Have you seen this figure?" Gwen asks with a demure, but amused, smirk. Glancing up through her blonde, pink frosted, bangs at Zee. "I don't have the body structure for squirting out a kid, tomorrow, the next day, or a decade from now. If this were the eighteen hundred, I'd /definitely/ die in childbirth... garanteed." <br><br>Besides, "Show off though? Seriously? You just turned a salt shaker into a baseball..." Hooking her heel back against Zee's thigh playfully with her cheek dropping back in her palm when the food arives. "Oh, yummmmmm! Club Sammish! Give it tos us precious." Grabby handing with her one free hand. Clapping her fingers in against her palm. <br><br>"Well, you used it /on/ me, but I can still kind of feel it if it's done immediately around me. Still don't know if that was isolated incident because I had never been around magic before or specifically something hard coded into my DNA.. Maybe worth testing, eh?" To Zee, grinning at her then over at Heidi as well. "You should see me play DDR if you thought that was impressive." <br><br>"I hope so, I was interning at the lab where it was created.. I mean not at the time it was, but I still work there now." DID, anyways. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'd have the child, I'd never want to ruin your appearance, babe." Zatanna points out. "Plus I said magic baby, not spider-baby. Though a magic spider baby." She smirks as she starts to tuck into her salad, looking thoughtful. "Gwen's living with me at the manor house while I try to help her find a way back to her home. Where she's from, she's their only superhero, I think... and that's really impressive." <br><br>Though her tone suggests that she's not big on sending her home yet. Amusement touches her features when Gwen gets grabby for the sandwich, Zee is happy to her her leg hooked and makes no move to pull away. "So, Heidi, that battle - not big enough to make you a full fledged sheild-maiden, I assume, but it adds to the resume?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>The Asgardian unabashedly tries the offered fries, nodding her approval. Heidi's gaze goes back to the food she's gotten, going for a stack of onion rings. She listens, not interrupting this time because she's busy stuffing her face. It's a good way to keep her from rambling. She does pipe in at the mention of playing. "Is DDR some kind of game?" That's certainly not one she's heard of. But, to be fair, no one's shown her video games yet. NO ONE. <br><br>"To become one of the Valkyrior, you have to be worthy of the title. That fight back there? That was a warm up. It has to be much bigger. I have to prove I'm strong and heroic and would make sacrifices for my people if it came down to it. I have a feeling I will find that here, at some point. It is not so bad if it takes a while."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Taking a guess at Asgardian table manners, Jessica snags an onion ring and gestures at Heidi with it, saying to Zatanna, "She's old school. Willing to wait and wade through battles hip deep in gore so her name is sung in sagas for centuries to come."<br><br> Shaking her head as she envisages Gwen and Heidi in battle with DDR, "They would throw them out after they nearly wreck the place." Pushing her plate away from her, she takes a quick frowning look at her wristwatch. "I hate to kick boar butt and run, ladies but I have promised to meet a client." Laying a business card out near Zatanna's and Gwen's plate, "Don't hesitate to call me. I hope we meet again." She makes no promises for how peaceful the next meeting will be.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Taking a guess at Asgardian table manners, Jessica snags an onion ring and gestures at Heidi with it, saying to Zatanna, "She's old school. Willing to wait and wade through battles hip deep in gore so her name is sung in sagas for centuries to come."<br><br> Shaking her head as she envisages Gwen and Heidi in battle with DDR, "They would throw them out after they nearly wreck the place." Pushing her plate away from her, she takes a quick frowning look at her wristwatch. "I hate to kick boar butt and run, ladies but I have promised to meet a client." Laying a business card out near Zatanna's and Gwen's plate, "Don't hesitate to call me. I hope we meet again." She makes no promises for how peaceful the next meeting will be.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen is knuckle deep in that sandwich like somone plans to take it from her, devouring the triangle sliced sandwiches with a systematic approach that's almost scientific if not for how ravenous it makes her appear. But at least she's the good manners not to talk with her mouth full, rather just smiles at Zee saying she'll carry the parasite for them. "It'll be a beautiful spider fased monstrocity shooting lightning bolt webbing from a small socket on its back. We'll have to learn mandible." She murmurs, snatching a couple fries and shoving them in her mouth to wash down with coke. <br><br>Finishing school was not a school she attended. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Taking the card for the pair - because Gwen might EAT it at the moment, Zatanna slips it into her wallet. "If I can give any advice on magic or spells, let me know?" she asks after studying the card. "I'm always willing to assist. Though she's also taking some cash from her wallet to pay for the meal. "I should get ready to head home myself."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:698|Heidi Ingerdottir (698)}} has posed:'''<br>Heidi nods. "Already done the wading through gore thing, wouldn't recommend it." She grins at her friends. "But we shall all meet again soon." It's a statement, no questions involved there. With that, she sets back to her food. She's got four meals to finish, after all. It's no boar's worth, though.<br> <br>
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