6209/Idyllic Afternoon

Idyllic Afternoon
Date of Scene:	13 May 2021
Location:	Washington Square Park
Synopsis:	A rather social afternoon at the park
Cast of Characters:	Roland Livingston, Hyperion, Greg Rollins

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Roland Livingston has posed:
Washington Square Park is a nice slice of peace near NYU. People are here to get away from the stresses of daily life, or in some cases profit off of others avoiding those stresses by selling food and whatnot on the sidewalks just outside of the park.

At the big fountain there are a bunch of people meeting up and enjoying the sights. Things are relatively quiet, though, aside from the joyful shrieks of a couple of small children at play. It's quite idyllic, almost.

Roland is set up on a bench where he can get an eyeful of the fountain, mobile device in his hands. Though he's tapping on it occasionally his attention is more often on his surroundings than on his phone. When the phone buzzes in his hands signifying he got a phone call he quickly looks to see who's calling and slides his thumb over the red button on the screen to hang the thing up. To no one in particular he mutters in his upper class English accent, "Buy one four hundred year old magical schiavona one time and the auction house calls you every time there's a damn sword for sale. I already saw the listing when I got the email for it, for heaven's sake. Sometimes an old sword is just an old sword."

Hyperion has posed:
    With so much of the world digitized, and so many people focused on their electronic devices to the extent of being unaware of the world around them...
    In this situation, Mark Milton finds himself standing off to one side of the fountain and the area and people around it. In his hand is an old fashioned sketch pad, and a pencil. Yes, it's a pencil. And yes, it's a Number Two pencil. What? He likes using pencils for his artwork.
    He has been just sketching because it's something he likes doing. But he is also trying to come up with something cartoony to sell to the Bugle for upcoming issues.
    But he's not speaking to himself, and doing his level best to NOT hear everything... everywhere. Stupid hyper hearing.

Greg Rollins has posed:
Not everything is digitized. At least in some cases. That's what lead to one particularly odd teen wandering around, complete with mostly western getup. Greg's eyes were definitely trailing around as he looked around, perhaps a little lost looking.

The teen's at least passable as a human, even if a slightly exotic look to him. It's his way of steering clear of obviously angry people, and sometimes others that sets him apart. He's definitely looking around at some of the landscape and architecture very carefully, too.

Roland Livingston has posed:
Seemingly frustrated by his last call, Roland puts his phone away and starts people watching instead. It's a good day for it, lots of folks around living their lives. There's even one fellow sketching something. Shrugging to himself Roland rocks smoothly to his feet and starts taking a slow, measured walk around the fountain. When he passes the fellow in the cowboy gear Roland smiles at him and nods. "Howdy," he says, sounding only slightly ridiculous with his English accent.

And then he notes that the artist is wearing a shirt from the Daily Bugle and turns to look at him for a moment, "Excuse me, but is your paper the one reporting on Spider-Man being a menace? I've met the fellow before, seems like a nice enough chap. Worked with him on an investigation."

Hyperion has posed:
    Looking up from his cartoonish drawing of the fountain, complete with a cowboy in an oversized ten gallon.. maybe thirty gallon hat and oversized chaps along with other humorous additions. He lowers his pad and pencil before looking down at his shirt.
    He smirks and shrugs, "Sadly yes. I should clarify, our editor in chief has it in for the hero. The rank and file disagree." he states.

Greg Rollins has posed:
Turning to look at Roland at the greeting, the dark skinned man gives a small nod before hearing something interesting. Spider-Man. He had heard or read that somewhere? But where?

Moving a bit closer, the teen asks, "Ah, excuse me? I am not familiar with a lot, but... what is a Spider-Man?"

The kid's got a curiousity look on his face, too, and can't be that old. Maybe!

Roland Livingston has posed:
"It seems strange to pick on the man when he's out there helping people, but I suppose your editor has his reasons," Roland says with a shrug. "It's not a bad paper, though, overall. The lifestyle section is well informed, though sports could use more international events. It would be quite difficult to follow rugby without the internet."

The young guy gets a look and a nod, "Spider-Man is a super hero. Catches purse snatchers and such. Dresses red and blue, rather funny sort of person."

Hyperion has posed:
    Glancing to the kid, Mark lifts a brow. "He's.. yeah." he points at Roland with the eraser of his pencil. "What he said. A hero... in spandex. Climbs walls, shoots webs. Spider-Man." He shrugs, "I've heard he's super strong as well. As for sports..."
    He turns his attention back to Roland and shrugs once more, "I'm just a cartoonist. I don't get a byline. I just draw silly stuff."

Greg Rollins has posed:
That has the kid looking curious, "Neat! Not a lot that do the whole web thing. What's he use for those?"

Oh, someone's definitely curious. "I mean... sounds kinda weird and all, but also someone who's doing good, I guess? What's a purse snatcher?"

Roland Livingston has posed:
"Cartoonists can be quite important. Don't sell yourself short," Roland says to Mark. "Parody is an essential part of our culture and cartoons are an important means of distributing it to the masses."

The young guy's strange question about what a purse snatcher is gets Roland to look at him strangely for a moment, "A thief who grabs purses and runs with them. Where might you be from, sir?"

Then he remembers himself, "I'm Roland Livinston, by the by. Pleased to make your acquaintances." He offers his right hand to both fellows in case they want to shake.

Hyperion has posed:
    Lifting his pencil, Mark tucks it in over his ear before reaching out with that same hand towards Roland. "Milton." he states. Mark Milton." That last part is said in his best fake English James Bond type voice. Let's face it. That voice sucks. He's terrible at it.
    But he grins and adds, "And I thank you for the support. Art is all I ever wanted to do, but I was never much for painting."
    And then he looks towards Greg, inclining his head as he waits for the kid to answer that question from Roland.

Greg Rollins has posed:
The kid gives a shrug, "Thatta way." He points off towards the sky at an angle.

"So bad people who steal? Oh, good, I will have to watch for those." The kid smiles, "Oh, my apologies. My name is Greg."

Roland Livingston has posed:
"Good to meet you, Mark," Roland grins at the James Bond impression. He's a man of culture, after all. "I'm not much for doing art myself, so I learned to appreciate the people who make it. It's important to show respect for work well done."

When the kid points to the sky Roland follows where his finger is headed, then shrugs, "Outer space? That explains some things." Then he nods at him, "Pleased, Greg."

Hyperion has posed:
    Space? Time to stop suppressing the senses. Well, some of them. Mark glances at Greg for a barely elongated moment, his hyper-senses opened fully. And why are they not Super senses? Well, Super senses are for the Super crowd. His are hyper. Duh.
    Either way, he studies Greg for just a moment before he grins to Roland. "It does explain much, doesn't it?" he asks.

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg blinks, looking at the two, then shrugs, "Actually, up that way? Oh, that is not north is it?" The teen shakes his head, looking at the two. "But yes, I am not from around here."

He shrugs, "At least it is pretty quiet out here mostly." He shakes his head, "Spider-Man, huh? I will have to keep an eye out for him, I guess." He turns to start wandering off it seems. "Might be able to help me."

Hyperion has posed:
    "It's actually rather amazing. Spider-Man, along with several others in the hero scene are regular readers of the Bugle. They even maintain some level of contact with some of our staff. One of our photographers for example, seems to have a relationship of a sort and is the exclusive provider of shots of the hero at work. So.." He tilts his head, "If you want, I could pass some contact info to that photographer to pass along?"

Roland Livingston has posed:
Roland chuckles at Mark's question, "There are many sorts of people out there. Used to have one in my family, sort of. Shared a body with my ancestors until they got recalled back home." He pauses and purses his lips, "Sound mad saying that out loud, don't I?" Another little laugh.

When Greg suggests that he needs help Roland looks at him and asks, "What kind of assistance do you require? I might be able to help with things, myself. I've got a few resources at my disposal."

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg looks over at the two, blinking a few times. "Uh... well... a lot. I need training and a lot of help. My people were enslaved, and I never went through the mental shielding I need to control my mental powers. And I need to learn how to use my suit better, maybe upgrade it somehow but I don't want to make a war suit when it's meant for peacekeeping. And then I need to figure out how to get back home because my ship was totalled in that big gas cloud outside of the system."

That's a lot of ands there. Greg seems to consider, "Oh, and I need to finish repairing my smaller ship that I made it here in. Which is an even bigger pain because I need to get materials... do you guys even have fortim crystals here?"

Hyperion has posed:
    Lifting his brows higher and higher, Mark flickers his eyes towards Roland, and then back to Greg. "That's.. a lot of heavy info to dish out to total strangers you literally just met. I might suggest discretion be added to your M.O. in the future?"
    And he looks once more to Roland as if asking him to chime in as well.

Roland Livingston has posed:
"Hmm. Mental shielding?" Roland says, considering things for a few seconds. "I'm afraid that's outside my area of expertise, I'm mostly a scholar of the arcane. I could come up with a spell to help you if I had some time, but then we'd need to find a practitioner who could perform it."

Lifting his chin he asks the youth, "Do you attend school? I work at a high school that might actually be able to help you out. Happy Harbor High School, it's called, we have many students with unique backgrounds in attendance. We don't necessarily teach people how to use their powers and such, but there are experts there who may be able to point you in the right direction."

When Mark looks his way Roland shrugs, then nods, "Might be a good idea to make sure people don't want to take advantage of you before telling them your life story, but something tells me you lucked out with us."

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg looks curious at that, "School?" He seems to muse over the word. "Oh! Like teaching. I... suppose I could look into it? Where is this school at?"

He makes a bit of a face at the idea of a spell, "Spell? Arcane? Um.... not sure if I want to do that." He rubs the back of his head.

"This school sounds a little interesting. I could look into it, I guess? And I apologize for telling it all. I just really need the help, and the people that met me when I first came to this planet said they could not."

Roland Livingston has posed:
"Yes, it's a good place. I'd need to contact the administration about getting you signed up as I've no idea how that works, but I think you'd enjoy it," Roland says with a smile. "There are many folks there around your age. Your apparent age, that is, I don't pretend to know how old you are."

Then his head shakes, "You made a mistake in ignorance, no need to apologize. Not everyone wants to be helpful and you should learn how to determine who you can trust. It's a lot of trial and error, but it can be dangerous to make mistakes as you learn."

"Happy Harbor is not terribly far from here. You can take public transportation to get there. Have you got a smartphone yet? The can tell you how to get anywhere around here."

Greg Rollins has posed:
A small tilt of the head is given. "Smart... phone? No, but I think my ship's computer can find it." He says.

He sighs, "I... think the rough age is 15 in this planet's solar rotations. Maybe. I meant to ask my ship's computer last night about it."

He looks slightly annoyed at that. "Then again, the food was pretty good from those trucks."

Roland Livingston has posed:
"Do you need food? I could order you something while you figure out if your ship knows how to find the school. Assuming you're in communication with it, that is." Roland says before he shrugs. "I don't know how spaceships work, to be honest with you."

"So you're about fifteen? Perfect age for Happy Harbor High. You'll fit in well there, I think."

Greg Rollins has posed:
"Yep. About that. In any case, I should probably head back to my ship, actually. And no, not exactly in communication with it. Kinda hard to whenever I'm not in my suit. I'd put it on, but well... I like the clothes I have on?" Greg says with a shrug.

"But I'll definitely make my way over there sometime or another and see what's going on!" He says with a smile. "I'm sure I can do... what is the term? Google it?"

Roland Livingston has posed:
"Excellent," Roland says to the younger man with a nod. "Yes, Google it."

His hands slide into his pants pockets and he says, "It was good too meet you, Greg. If no one at the school can help you with what you need I'd be surprised."