6190/Food for thought.

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Food for thought.
Date of Scene: 12 May 2021
Location: Fred's Diner
Synopsis: Food and Conversation, not a bad evening for the three.
Cast of Characters: Robert Marksman, Lydia Dietrich, Carson Deschain




Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman had a bit of an incident earlier in the day, and the fact that the clinic has one of it's windows boarded over might give a hint of that. So, after work, he has made a call to get someone out to fix the window, and while waiting he has came over to the dinner, and got a seat at the bar, where he can see the clinic. He has a drink in front of him, waiting for his food.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Being self employed gives Lydia a lot of free time to spend during periods of downtime, so sometimes she spends that time in Mutant Town, volunteering at a food bank. It's been a long day so she's decided to treat herself to a burger, which brings her to Fred's, a popular spot.

She putters up to the diner on the Toaster, what she calls her silver Vespa that she uses to get around town. She takes off her helmet and secures it to the scooter, and runs a hand through her thick curly hair, fluffing it out some and walks inside.

She's currently wearing a pair of jeans, boot cut with a pair of sneakers. She's wearing a cream colored blouse, and a light leather jacket, good for preventing road rash in case of an accident. As always there's an aura of glowing green mist that constantly surrounds her that makes her stand out wherever she may go.

She finds a seat at the bar, sitting next to the giant man. She gives him a nod and a grin, and pulls out a menu to figure out exactly what it is that she wants to have for dinner.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Not so giant, more string bean like and lanky in quality - having left a van that dares the Eighties and early Nineties try to make their heroic resurgence, complete with painting on the side of wizard, riding bear, surfing on rainbow on a shark. The Action Wagon. At least that's what the internet calls it.

C-List performance artist entering the diner, Carson Deschain looks fresh showered and even a bit wired as he makes his way in, settling at the counter, nodding to short lady then massive dude before he grabs for a menu.

"Howdy!" he said in a distinct midwest accent.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods to one then the other as they come in. He has probably seen Lydia at the food bank, when he was dropping stuff off there. He says "Hey, hope things were quieter for you today than it was for us." He nods over to the clinic and says "Had some goons refusing to leave."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia nods to Robert. "Things were pretty quiet today, thankfully." She shakes her head when she hears about the clinic. "That's too bad. I had heard something had gone down there, but didn't know what." When Carson comes in and sits next to them, she gives him a smile and a nod. "Hey there," she says casually enough.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Trouble at the clinic, brows lifting while he looks over the choices of eats. He's not a common sight in mutant town, and other than the fact he's wearing those shoes with the bare minimum pads and the space for each toe he looks utterly unremarkable. "More bigots coming into M-Town?" head turning slightly after an order of... well a farmer's breakfast, studying Lydia and Robert.

"Or something else? If I can be nosey?"

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman shakes his head and says "Think they were there to harass one of the patients. I am going to keep an eye on it for the next few days make sure none give any more issues." His own Philly steak and cheese with fries is served up. We were a bit short on staff today so I was having to work the front and back at times.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia catches the attention of the server after they're done giving Robert his food and orders herself a chili cheeseburger with fries. "I wish that wasn't as common an occurrence as it is," she says. "Things are starting to die down, but everybody's been on edge since the bombing." If anybody had paid attention to the news reports of the bombing of the Bushwick HS charity event, they would have seen Lydia being carted off in an ambulance.

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Police don't help, the X-Men don't help." brow knitting, "Unless Lensherr shows up in town of course. If it weren't for the problem of most lacking a good moral directive Bushwick would do well to become something like the CHAZ in Seattle, personal opinion. At least the majority of the people living here seem to just be decent folk trying to get along. Would probably do far better without cops who rank higher on intolerance scales towards residents here than elsewhere." tone a little sad as Carson jabbers on.

Unfortunately much of the bombing happenings had been missed while Carson was... elsewhere.

"Though any sort of neighborhood militia runs into problems of internal power games running rampant." frown deepening as thinks, a pen coming out and a notebook - the beginnings of a chart coming into being.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks over to Lydia, and says "Hope your recovering well from that." Seems Robert does remember it. He looks over to Carson, and says "See, I think that would just be asking for more trouble. I mean, we already have people worried about what they believe the Mutant Menace will do." He makes air quotes at the mutant menace. "We start doing something like that, and then hate groups would just use it as an excuse, and some nut job up the line would think they needed to send something in to deal with the town.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia just shakes her head at Robert. "Still a little sore from time to time, but otherwise I'm fine. Got a gnarly scar out of it, though." She sighs bitterly, "I'd do it again. If I wasn't there, children would have been seriously injured, or worse, killed."

She nods to Carson. "That's why I volunteer here so much. I was lucky enough to have been born with rich parents. Others aren't so lucky, so I try to help where I can."

She realizes that she hasn't introduced herself to the two men. "I'm Lydia, by the way. Lydia Dietrich."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Sentinels? The Brotherhood? People up the line have already sent some crazy crap to Bushwick." sticking out a hand towards Lydia as well, "Carson Deschain, Monkey Boy Parkour. Nice to meet you, Lydia." genuinely smiling as he speaks. "See I like the area, but it's a little too hectic for my tastes." giving a little wink, "But then I live on the move too, so a lot more freedoms than some might wager for."

Offering his hand next to Rich after Lydia shakes, or ignores, seeming none to phased if he's hand snubbed. He just admitted he works for a company called Monkey Boy.

But if anyone follows free-running, the guy has a small following.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks over to Lydia. "You any kin to a surgeon who was doing surgery at Memorial Hospital about 8 years back?" He asks Lydia "I had a lady there saved my life after a freak accident back then." He looks over to Carson "Right now, we have a chance of some of the public siding with our side of things, seeing that the other side is working off hate, you give them more to fear, they may see that less so.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia takes Carson's hand and quirks an eyebrow. "Parkour? That's kind of cool. You don't see much parkour anymore." She turns to Robert with a thoughtful look. "That could've been my mother. She's been practicing for the better part of 20 years."

She nods in agreement with Robert's assessment. "Yeah. The Friends of Humanity is making it very hard to like them if you're coming in from a neutral standpoint. I mean, sure they attract all the bigots, but the bigots are going to bigot regardless."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Well if you need anyone to help fundraising, I can be booked and I'll do it pro-bono, all proceeds where the community needs it. Parkour isn't, like you said, seen much these days but I was blessed with a singular talent for it. Draws some folks - and even some sales for POV camera view. Won't be like... MDA telethon money, but every bit helps?"

Carson frowns a little, still noting at his little chart even when food arrives, shoveling absent mindedly. "More funding for the clinic, community outreach programs. Volunteer work, I've no problem helpin' out."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman says, "Well, I put a lot into the clinic, but any more help is always a good thing." He offers, and looks over to Lydia "May have been here, My family ended up getting hit by a meteor shower, they were able to save, My brother and me, but my dad didn't make it." He eats a fry, and looks over "The doctors that took care of me afterwards was part of what got me wanting to be a doctor.""

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia bobs her head at Carson. "Do you have a business card? I'll pass it along, if you like." Robert gets a tilt of the head, "A meteor shower? Wow. That's actually kind of impressive. Most meteors just burn up in the atmosphere. I'm glad you and your brother made it out okay, but I'm sorry for the loss of your father."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"The odds of a location suffering that sort of a astronomical event are phenomenal... Granted astrophysics and probability weren't my focus... I could be very wrong." a card is drawn from a pocket and handed to Lydia and a second slid down the counter towards Richard. "I'm really sorry about your father though, really." chewing the inside of his cheek, Carson leans to look to the man.

"I can't relate, so I won't insult you by trying, but you have my condolences, sr."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, and says "They said it was a freak happenstance, was like the meteor shower hit something up above the atmosphere, and it deflected some large pieces towards earth and us.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia accepts the card and pulls out her purse to put it in her wallet. Soon enough, her chili cheeseburger is deposited before her. The thing is huge, being more chili than cheeseburger, and Lydia just stares at it. "Where am I going to put all this?" She muses aloud, picking up a knife and fork.

"She 'worst' thing to ever happen to me was when I got my powers," she mentions, waving a hand through her phosphorescent aura, sending little glowing green motes whirling in its wake. "I don't really consider it a bad thing, really, but boy did my mom take it personally."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Really, that doesn't look half bad though, truth be told." mowing through food like he was fighting off something that needed him to eat, or it'd eat him. Carson shrugs, "Must be fascinating, though. To do all that?" smile genuine, "I've seen people grow glowing claws, seen people shoot beams, stretch, fly. I mean. Nothing I could do. I guess that's why some people get jealousy and then let that jealousy turn into hate." head shaking at that.

"But I'm rambling, and you likely hear that a lot. Sorry." looking back to Robert, "I suppose with the right positioning that the kinetic direction could have been altered enough to allow survival of reentry to allow that to happen. But it doesn't make it less tragic... I hope you and yours have held up alright since."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman makes a soso motion, "My brother and I took a few years where we would not talk to one another, but we ok now." He looks over to Lydia and says "Maybe a good thing this" He lowers his glasses so she can see the red glowing eyes "Did not come in till later perhaps then." He munches a bit of his food. "I am sorry ya mom went that way, is a sad thing both ways, her hurting you, but also her not realizing what she looses by alienating you.

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
"Most people don't get jealous because I glow green," Lydia chuckles. "They just look at me funny. Mutant Town is pretty much the only place where I don't get the looks. Usually people are scared to get near me because they think I'm radioactive, but it's really just harmless ectoplasm."

Those who would have shook her hand would have noticed a tingling sensation when they passed through the mists, kind of like somebody had rubbed mint or menthol on the skin. The sensation passes quickly enough, though.

She shrugs at Robert. "She eventually came around. Despite her medical degree she spent nearly a year trying to cure me but in the end I had to put my foot down and forced her to just accept that I was a mutant and this wasn't going to go away."