627/Yeah - Lots of space in this mall!

Yeah - Lots of space in this mall!
Date of Scene:	19 March 2020
Location:	Dixie Square Mall
Synopsis:	Twu Luv! (Or the other word that begins with
Cast of Characters:	Beatriz da Costa, Thomas Blake, Satana Hellstrom

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Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    It's late March and the Dixie Square Mall, three storeys of a whole city block of kitsch to riches in scattered shops and department stores, designed to act like a lobster trap, is filled to the brim with an Ides of March sale. There's some people in the main floor's foyer walking in circles, waving signs about humans coming first, but they're mostly just loud voices that people ignore as they scurry about like shrimp on the bottom of a seabed, looking for bargains and other things to "save" by spending money on.
    "OK, so, I guess turnabout's fair play," the green-haired, green-clad Brazilian bombshell says to Satana, with whom she's walking arm in arm as they browse the shops. "I gave you a bunch of outfit suggestions, so you're going to give me lingerie suggestions. Something tells me you're an expert at that."
    Her free arm extends, pointing to an upscale lingerie shop, guiding the succubus to it. The pair browse the offerings available and Bea quickly takes a half dozen or so and models them, over her clothes (no trying on intimates for some strange reason related to health codes!) one at a time checking for Satana's reaction.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake emerges from a store, a new pair of sunglasses covering his green eyes. That little luxury purchase aside, he ponders procuring some necessities. he begins a slow reconnoiter of the mall, face impassive. After a leisurely circuit he stops by the lingerie shop, a bottle of water and pretzel in hand. "I missed pretzels." He leans on a column and loiters, smiling faintly.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake looks in the window and his breath catches. He peers closer. A small whistle to get the striking woman with green hair. He points to her possible purchase and gives it two thumbs up and blows a kiss. Now a wave at the redhead. He points to her possible purchase and does a thumbs down, describes a very unflattering convex shape. Points to her and describes a much slimmer yet curvaceous form he mimes wrapping his arms around. He points to both ladies and drinks from his water bottle.

And an idiot in a Humanity First tee shirt bumps Tom, sending water cascading down his shirt. Hey, Tom has fab abs. The water also spills on the man who has a keg himself.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana walks arm-in-arm with Bea, the pair browsing the mall. "Well it -does- sort of go with my job description." the succubus replies. "When I wear anything at all." Wink. Into the store they go, where Satana perches on a bench to watch the impromptu fashion show.

    For her part, Satana seems to like pretty much everything Bea is trying. The guy outside catches her attention, then, and she responds with a wrinkling of her nose and a devastating smile. Then comes the collision and the water spilling.

    "Well we HAD a fan outside, at least for a moment." the redhead offers. "Though I think he was more into green hair than red."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake catches Bea's eyes. He points to the lingerie in her hand and gives it a thumbs up. He points to Satanna's purchase and shakes his head, tongue out. He points to it again and describes an unflattering convex shape, mimes boobs heading south. He points to the redhead again and describes a slimmer yet curvier form and wraps his arms around it. He blows her a kiss then starts describing... lingerie... which is when his water bottle collides with one of several men wearing HF tee shirts, drenching him.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    "Well," Bea says, watching Thomas' antics with an expression that is mused in the A and B flavours both, "here's the question. Should I keep the same colour scheme with the intimates, green, or should I make 'em something that stands out so in the right circumstance the person seeing them knows a treat's coming their way? Like ... hot pink under the gree..."
    She pauses and makes a face as she sees who was making such a racket earlier. "Ugh. Fucking Humans First. Those cockroaches come out anywhere."
    She makes a face again and just picks the hot pink thong and bra up again. "These, do you figure?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana tilts her head, looking at the hot pink before shaking her head. "Definitely stick with green, honey. Maybe go with a lime green or neon..."

    Outside the shop, the H-F idiot yells at Thomas as he points into the shop. "MUTIE LOVER!" And down in the common area below, others in the demonstration take up the call. The acoustics in the mall turn the sound into an ugly, dull roar as the crowd gets worked up. The lingerie shop is on the second floor, and already there's a group of Humans First demonstrators making their way up the escalators.

    Satana rises, then, looking from Bea to Thomas. "Um... you might wanna decide on a purchase pretty quick. Things are turning ugly outside."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake's reaction is unheard but he indicates Bea with a nod of his head, then mimes using a frying pan. The H-F man's response is quite eloquent as he snatches Thomas' new sunglasses and mangles them. Thomas' reaction is equally eloquent: beer belly is grabbed and hung over the railing by his belt. Thomas holds a finger up, wagging it at his followers. Lets his grip slip a little. They back off.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    Bea lets a distinctly unladylike word escape her lips, as the situation snowballs. Dammit, somebody's going to get hurt at this rate! Time to swing into action.
    She starts taking off her clothing. As the aghast salesgirl stares at her, she snaps back in a defensive tone, "What!? I'm not going to burn up another god-damned outfit!"
    Shucking all but her own intimates--black and lacy--she steps away from the pile of clothes on the floor and...

        Fire...I'll take you to burn
        FIre...I'll take you to learn

    OK, who ordered the twee "on point" soundtrack from the Tannoy!?
    Bea burns off those underthings in a ball of green plasma as she takes her flame form, glowing with roiling superheated plasma in the precise shape of the body she appears to have shed.
    "You'll take care of my things, won't you?" she asks the wide-eyed salesgirl. The one who squeaks and nods very hastily.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    When Bea starts to strip down it's not only the salesgirl who turns her head and stares. Satana flashes a grin, bright-eyed and playful, but before she can say anything all that green plasma erupts around Bea.

    "All RIGHT! Now we're gonna party." Okay, so maybe the succubus isn't looking at this situation QUITE the same as everyone else. Shedding her leather jacket, she -skips- out of the lingerie store with a look of pure delight on her face. Spotting Thomas dangling one of the protesters over the railing, the succubus lets out a sound that's somewhere between a purr and a growl. For a moment it looks like she might test his flexing bicep, but the redhead gives an approving nod instead.

    The crowd of HF'ers is assembling at the tops of the escalators, held in check by the threat of Thomas possibly dropping one of their own over the side. Then the fiery green woman and the redhead step out of the store.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    "This isn't a party, Satana," Fire chides, though she has to suppress a grin. She understands the thrill of a combat situation all too well. Just ... these are losers and douches, not super-powered threats.
    "ATTENTION CITIZENS!" she announces in a loud voice. "I AM FIRE OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE AND I ASK YOU TO CEASE AND DESIST WITH VIOLENT AND DISORDERLY CONDUCT. I HAVE NO WISH TO HARM ANYBODY, BUT WILL DEFEND MYSELF OR OTHERS AT NEED IF YOU DO NOT CALM DOWN AND DISPERSE!"

    Yeah. That oughta do it, Sparky. Bravo.

    She takes to the air and emphasizes her announcement by a targeted blast of high intensity flame that turns a two-foot segment of a small decorative tree into fine ash, causing the rest to topple slowly over on top of the crowd at the escalator. The show of force to go together with the Riot Act.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana pouts, then rolls her eyes. <Attention citizens? Really?> The protesters pause for a moment at the loud voice, stopping dead in their tracks when Fire incinerates the decorative tree. Then they surge forward again, even angrier.

    The thing about the Humans First group is that they really -depend- on the fact that most mutants/metas/or whatever aren't actively out to hurt anyone. Violence is so much easier against someone who won't hit back, after all.

    As the protestors swarm closer to Thomas she stands between them, holding her ground. "Seriously, guys, this isn't-..." Then someone picks up a metal trash can and bashes it against her head. The trash can dents, but Satana barely flinches. Taking another step back, she's close to Thomas when she gestures towards the metal can and squirts a thick blast of Soulfire flame at it... reducing the can to slag.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake throws the protester at his friends. He might be able to stop this foolishness fast,

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake throws the protester at his friends. He might be able to stop this foolishness fast, and get away before the cops. Pity he didn't have his mask, not the costume, to hide from the security cameras. A few of the H-F shirts go down more are standing and start to move forward as Thomas pulls a pair of carbon fire daggers out of somewhere and twirls them. "Shut this down now. Pick another venue. This is going South for you. Unless you got reserves in heavy armor, you will get the beatings of your life." Now if he had a few lions to back him u... did that redhead just purr at him? It's distracting. He gives her a quick smile. He doesn't recognize the woman of fire, but he has been abroad for a while.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake watches the fire blast,looks at his ruined glasses. Then he decides Catman is not leaving herewith nothing to show for it. As the crowd backs waaaaay back, one well muscled arm goes around the redhead's waist. He pulls her close, green eyes sparkling. What the hell, if she is Justice League he is spending the night in jail at the very least. He holds her tight and steals a kiss, keeping one eye on the protestors. That's right, die of envy, turds.

He releases her, albeit reluctantly. "Thanks Hot Stuff. I'm Thomas."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    Two flame-based powerhouses and a crazy guy who throws people. That's bad enough. Hearing cop cars in the distance? That's the final straw. The crowd disperses, throwing pamphlets into the face of anybody that crosses their path and making tracks. A couple of the dumber ones remain behind only to find themselves encircled by green plasma that will roast them if they dare do anything but cringe in a small knot at the middle. A third one, looking sort of like a linebacker by build and temperament, tries to bum-rush Thomas in an attempt to knock him into Satana and bulldozing them over the railing to the ground below.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana grunts as she's grabbed around the waist and pulled back for a kiss. Instinct kicks in, her head turning *just right* to receive the kiss on the lips. It lingers, her hand raising to his cheek before she pulls away. "Later, lover-boy." the succubus coos. The crowd is starting to disperse, then the really big protester knocks Thomas INTO the redhead, who has a chance to brace and stop the momentum cold.

    "Ingrates..." she mutters, reaching around Thomas to grab the protestor by the wrist. With a casual gesture she *flings* the guy forty feet down the aisle before squinting and looking around for more. "I could bring this whole *place* down around them and not even look back."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake watches the crowd disperse. He heaves a sigh and releases the redhead. "I guess you're League too. Oh well. I'll be out in 48 hours." He lays his knives down,hitting a small switch on each, watching as they melt. No evidence of carrying at least. He assumes the position waiting for the cuffs. "That kiss was worth it, by the way. I called you Hot stuff and meant it. Hope I didn't poke you in the rear. There are so few perfect rears in the world." He waits. "This is the point where the good girl cuffs the perp and slaps the shit out of him." he says.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    True to her word, Satana gives the protestor she just hurled away no further thought. "League?" she echoes, giving Thomas her full attention now. "You're joking, right? Definitely the wrong redhead for THAT gig." Watching as he assumes the position, she looks him over like he was a breakfast buffet and then she DOES slap him.

    Right on the backside. Playfully. "Sorry, honey, but I'll bring my handcuffs next time." And with that, she looks up at the green plasma-woman. "Yo! Bea! You ready to check out or what? I could really use a chili-dog!"