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A time to dine.
Date of Scene: 07 June 2021
Location: Fred's Diner
Synopsis: And a date for Rocky Horror is made
Cast of Characters: Robert Marksman, Clarice Ferguson, Remy LeBeau, Nicolai Codona




Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman is here after work and is looking about heading to the counter to have a seat. He greets the waitress as he seems to be a regular. He orders a Cola, and a large burger and the sides. One he settles in, he does remove his gloves, but not his sunglasses.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    A woman with rather unusual coloration steps into the dinner - the magenta colored hair could be dyed, but it's a hard look to pull off with her asian features, and her eyes are an unnaturally electric green. There are marks above her eyes, in pointed, almost triangular shapes, with a diamond between her eyes, and a slash extending below one eye. They could be tattoos - they //must// be tattoos. Right?
    Her features may be known from the news - Clarice is often seen stepping through a purple-hued portal just moments before Magneto follows her - like she's some sort of guard, or herald. Not that the man needs either. But together, there's no portal - and it's just her, making her way towards the counter to take a seat, and pulling up the menu. She studies it with a curious look on her features. "So what's good?" she muses to herself.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks over offering her a nod in greeting, her features not seeming to be an issue for the big man. "I'm a fan of their burgers, but heard the chicken salad is pretty good as well, and they have really good pie." He offers as he hears her asking, either not realizing she is asking herself or just trying to help out.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Yeah? Pie?" Clarice asks - her expression definitely brightens at that suggestion. The girl has a sweet tooth. "I wonder what type they have today? Apricot's hard to find, but it's my favorite. //And// it's in season." A thoughtful expression grows on her features as she muses, "Burger and pie... Seems a bit much, doesn't? Maybe a grilled cheese with soup - save room for the pie?" She goes from looking thoughtful, to flashing the man a smile. "Name's Clarice, by the way."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman smiles a bit and says "Well depends on your metabolism, I have seen folks half your side come in and able to put away twice what I can." He makes sure his hand is not damp from his drink and offers it "Robert, nice to meet you Clarice." He offers in greeting.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Robert," Clarice repeats, as she takes the offered hand with a firm grip. "It's a pleasure," she agrees with a friendly smile. "And I suppose you're right. You never quite know with mutant physiology. And goodness knows I keep active enough to pack away a few extra calories..." She keeps remarkably busy. In fact, she falls into bed exhaused most night. ...it's better that way. Fewer dreams.
    It's the afternoon, and the diner is fairly crowded - but a few seats remain open at the counter. Seated there already are Clarice and Robert, both seeming friendly and relaxed.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, and says "It is an interesting thing. Part of the challenge of working at the clinic across the street." He nods across the dinner to the building across the street. "Comes into effect a lot when trying to help people with their health, from diets, to how much meds you give and all that." He grins a bit and says "But helping folks around here is a nice reward."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    The bells chime as the door swings open again, during the bustling hours though it can tend to become annoying, or if you're lucky, it becomes inaudible. Like when you say a word so many times it looses meaning, value and even recognizability.

    Stepping in, is the cajun thief, black lensed sunglasses over his eyes and he leaves them there. Remy walks in with a look around the place, but it seems innocuous enough as he heads towards the counter and claims a spot with his thick boots clomping quietly against he floor and then the railing bar beneath the counter, set up as a foot rest.

    Remy reaches out and plucks up a menu, his simple, classic black suit, white button up shirt, and black tie, makes him look like a Blues Brother cosplayer, or a 1960's G-Man, but he's borderline hipster now a days.

    "Whatcha recommend, ... Delores?" Remy asks as the waitress comes by and takes his drink order, giving the man a once over and mewling near beligerantly, "The Monte Cristo." "Ah'll 'ave one o' dem." The cajun orders with a smile before he turns to the familiarest face in the diner.

    "T'anks fo' leavin' ya friend at de bar last night. Was a good time." Remy wiggles his eyebrows over the frames of his glasses and leans forward to peer past Clarice to Robert, "Afternoon fellah, watch out fo' dis one." He smirks with a thumb pointed to Clarice.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Yeah?" Clarice asks - her gaze flicking towards the clinic, then back to the doctor - her smile widening considerably at this little revelation. "Well good on you, doc. The folks 'round here certainly need it. And the more we can do - you know - to do our parts..."
    She places her order with 'Delores' just before the woman turns her attention for Remy. A grilled cheese, tomato soup - no luck on the apricot pie, but they have peach. Meh, it'll do. With a scoop of vanilla ice cream, naturally.
    Her attention shifts to Remy as he speaks to her - her smile turning wry, or perhaps even embarrassed. "Nicolai's a good guy," she agrees easily. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves - wish I could have stayed, myself." She offers no explination for her sudden departure, however. Her smile widens with amusement as she adds, "Dangerous, am I?" Well. She can be.
    Then as almost an afterthought she adds, "Remy, this is Robert. Robert..." Remy. Obviously.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods over to Remy, and leans back to offer his hand to the other man so he is not reaching across Clairce. "Well she seems nice enough so far to me." He offers with the warning " Once the hand is shaken or ignored he sits back up as his food is brought out "Oh hitting the clubs, last night, might have to see if I see you out at one, one evening." He says to Clarice.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Remy leans back casually and shakes Robert's hand. "Doctor, Ah heard, Ah know you guys tend to not let people forget it." Remy says, giving a sharp smirk before leaning back and sitting naturally and regarding Clarice with a silent shrug. She's talking to the nice man, better, let her continue with that lest she send him to the moon or worse.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Well - it was more of a pub than a club," Clarice replies - amusement still playing on her features. "But both have their place, really. I wouldn't mind hitting a club or two. It's- well, it's been a while, actually." Working too hard will do that to you. She smiles at the waitress as a cup of water is poured for her - then picks it up to take a work. Patroling Bushwick was thirsty work. Even if she has been given the day-shift for the moment.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman smiles and says "Then perhaps, we could hit one together sometime." He says to Clarice. Asking her out? It seems possible." He continues on though letting it go by easy if she wants to. "So, what brings the two of you out this way you guys live in the area?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    "Ah... have a vested interest in these parts." Remy says, leaning forward and resting his elbow on the counter, seemingly he's only going to answer and speak when spoken to as he's not here to cause trouble, or be an annoyance for the Doctor, or even Blink it seems.

    Being Magneto's personal chauffeur gets you some... protected status and priviledge, at least when it comes to Remy. But he doesn't say anything about that or hint to it.

    Leaning back as Delores returns and dropps off his drink, the Cajun smiles and gives her a flirty grin before adding, "You've the most beautiful eyes Delores, keep hustlin an' you'll get dat gig on Broadway in no-time." He smirks and turns back to nurse his coffee, listening to Clarice and Robert more than speaking with them.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Perhaps we could," Clarice agrees - flashing the man a smile. And why not? She's //earned// a night out. More than. ...does she have any good clubbing outfits, though? Hrm.
    "Me?" she asks - giving a shrug of her shoulders. "Like Remy here - vested interest. The Brotherhood has declared that Bushwick is under it's protection. I'm part of making that promise a reality."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman hmms and nods his head a bit to this and says "Well it is good to hear more people looking out for the place. I have had a few run ins around here, but nothing I could not handle at least. I try to make sure people don't bring problems tot he clinic, sorta a neutral grounds and all that." He adds "Mind you that brings some folks who are up to no good around to be patched up on occasion but keeps them from bothering folks while there."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Yeah - not sure denying folks access to medical care makes things //better//," Clarice agrees. "It just makes them more desperate and dangerous, really. Maybe, though, I can see about making sure your clinic has a way to contact us? If you don't already. I'm sure that if anyone was making trouble at the clinic - that's something we'd want to know about and respond to quickly. We can't have anyone putting such valuable work at risk."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods a bit and says "Well, I aint got a contact info yet, but maybe we can exchange our contact info. I mean, give us a chance to hit a night out, but also a way to contact you if needed for other reasons as well." The big man offers her a charming smile and says "Any type of music you like more than others?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I can give you my number," Clarice agrees. "Though - that's not necessarily going to be the best number to use if you're looking for help from the Brotherhood. I'm just a cog in the machine, and I'm rarely in the right place to throw together a response team in an instant." She takes another sip of her water, before pulling out her phone, and unlocking it. "Shoot," she offers - as she sits poised to enter a phone number under a near contact she's just created. 'Doc Robert, Bushwick.'

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman will pull his own phone out to give her the phone number, and let her text or call him so he will have hers. His background scene for a moment, seems to be a fantasy landscape painting. He looks over to her, and says "Thats my personal number, if you need the clinic or the office number." He will actually pull out a card offering it to her, lets her see his last name is Marksman, like a decent sized electronic and cybernetic company here in town.

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    The rumble of Nicolai's custom Suzuki Hayabusa is likely a sound Clarice is familiar with by now. It also might be audible over the din of the diner when he pulls into a spot in the front of the lot to announce his impending arrival before he turns off the engine. After he's off the bike, he removes his helmet and straps it down on the back. The helmet hair state of his unruly mop of curls is tamed with a hair tie that's probably another one he swiped from Clarice. It might even be pink? He's confident enough to rock it regardless and the man bun he ties his hair into with it.
    When he enters the diner, he's sporting a pair of Raybans. Not one to hide his obvious mutation with sunglasses often, the fact that he's wearing those might indicate a hangover and a resulting dislike of the sunlight today. It only takes him a moment to spot Clarice in the crowd, she stands out a little bit! He approaches her from the back right side and leans around to murmur, "Coffee, is it good here?" Please let it be good. "I think I found a place, by the way." A little air kiss to her cheek, EUROPEAN STYLE, NOT ROMANTIC, and he's sliding into a stool next to her that was, conveniently, just vacated.
    Once seated, he looks around her down to Robert. "Nicolai, but Nix works if you prefer," he offers along with a hand stretched out in front of Clarice proffered for the shaking.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice does indeed send a quick text. It just says 'Hi. ;)' - short and to the point, right? The phone is tucked away as Nicolai enters along with the business card, and she shrugs her shoulders, giving the man an amused smile. "I mean - it's //coffee//. I don't eat here too often - but it's... potable." Read into that what you will.
    "Nicolai, this is Robert - he's a doctor at the clinic actually. I was just talking to him about setting him up with an emergency contact number for the Brotherhood - just in case." I mean - what else is he going to do? Call //911//? Yeah right.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman will lean forward trying not to crowd Clarice while shaking the other man's hand. He will then type in Clarice's name into his contact info. "We have learned to handle a lot, but never hurts to have back up." He offers in explanation. "So, out house hunting? He says to Nix, "Have considered getting myself a place here in town, but aint yet."

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    "Maybe I'll just have them insert an IV drip and skip the taste buds," Nicolai groans as he flags down a waitress. "Coffee, black, strong, leave the pot," are his instructions followed quickly by an almost pitiable, "...please." Hangover for sure.
    "Yeah, I mean they could dial 911 if they want to watch everything burn and everyone die while they wait for a response," Nicolai comments in a growl-y aggravated voice. ...and he hasn't even been in town that long.
    "Apartment," he replies to Robert. "Unless I can find something suitable to purchase." A beat and he asks, "Do you have all the equipment you need at the clinic?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "My thoughts exactly," Clarice confirms, flashing Nicolai a brief smile, despite the grim topic. "We have to look after our own around here." Maybe there will be a day when that isn't true - but that day hasn't arrived yet.
    Looking to Robert, she adds, "Don't mean to imply that you folks can't look after your own - but you're more valuable than that. We don't want to risk your people in a fight. And really - that's not what you train for. But we //do//. And we can make sure to send you back-up that isn't going to immediately start a rumble if that's not called for. We don't want to damage anything, or put anyone in harm's way unnecessarily." She gives Robert a reassuring look, before shifting her attention back to Nicolai - one hand going to his shoulder, a concerned look on her features. She doesn't ask or say anything - she's pretty sure she doesn't need to.
    Instead she says, "So - tell me about this place?"

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, and says "They right now call me if I am not there, and I gate back to the clinic to help deal with things. Luckily once you bounce a few thugs through windows, it will help keep the lesser riff raft away." He offers with a smile, and says "Well, I have took some hand to hand training, so I can handle minor stuff, but the bigger stuff help would be nice." He admits. To Nix, he says "There are a few places around the area you can get at a decent price, and if you got the funds to put into it can fix them up pretty well."

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    "It's a place called the Lyra in Manhattan." Expensive place that, but... "It's hard to find a happy medium between... paying so much money that no one really cares what you do there and ... so run down that no one really cares what you do there." After all, the point of an Earthside place is in the event that some emergency keeps them from making it back home, said emergency might be messy. His brow furrows a little, the wrinkle between them noticeable over his glasses. "Well, maybe I should buy?"
    No, she doesn't need to say a word. Nicolai reaches up to give Clarice's hand a gentle squeeze while it's on his shoulder. He's okay, not *fine* but actually, truly okay. Tired and hungover sure, but no lingering mental or emotional scars. Last night was what he does, just not usually in such large numbers.
    However, other numbers are never really too large for him, not when it comes to things like this. "Well, give me a number, tell me how much you need and consider it done." Seriously, any number. The man could live a lavish and frivolous lifestyle off the interest his inheritance will earn alone.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "No one can care what you do there if you buy," Clarice points out. "And- well. There are definitely some neighborhoods around here with available housing." She winces, thinking of one house in particular. "Some of them a little more distrressed than others," she adds in a quiet mutter. Her almost dour expression turns into a smile after the squeeze, though, and she retrieves her hand - resting her elbows on the counter, an dher head on her hands as she considers Robert.
    "'Gate,'" she repeats. "Do you teleport, Robert?" There's an almost amused smile on her features as she asks this question.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks over to Nix, and says "Well, anything will help. I try to make sure we have everything we need, but there have been times I have had to work around or build something from the ground up, it can be difficult at times." He offers Clarice, a smile "Well not actually a teleport, I make a dark portal that I or other people can walk through to be someplace out, I think it is more like a wormhole, but it does have a bit of a unnerving effect on most people, other than myself.

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    "I'll tell you what, I'll set up an account just for the clinic, give you access and whenever it runs low, you just let me know." That's awful trusting considering Nicolai JUST met the man, but... well, it's a character flaw or a boon depending. His compassion runs deep and it runs really deep for this particular cause.
    "Does it move through the Astral plane?" The whole creepy wormhole has him intrigued it seems, if only for a moment due to that possibility.
    His attention turns back to Clarice, he can't help but to smile really when he looks at her. It hasn't been long that he's known her, but she's come to be 'home' to him in short order. "What if we find an apartment building, a small one, set it up for the Brotherhood? Someplace safe... Would you want to help me out with a project like that?" he asks, likely knowing the answer before he asks.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice's attention remains on Robert, curiosity and puzzlement reflected in her gaze. "A 'wormhole,' huh?" she asks. "What effect does it have on others? Is the travel not instantaneous? Mine seem to instantly link two locations. Such as," a small tear in reality opens in front of Clarice - surrounded by purple energy. It's just large enough to put her hand through. And - like something from a cartoon, she reaches through - and her hand appears coming through a corresponding portal conveniently placed to allow her to pick up the coffee that has just been delivered for Nicolai. Pulling her hand back, the portals blink out - and she steals a sip, before passing the cup back to her friend. "Yeah. It's potable," she repeats with a mischevous green on ier features.
    As for the apartment complex, she gives a shrug of her shoulders. "What - with my copious free time? But- yeah, sure. If I can help, I'll help."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman says, "It is, but it just seems to leave people with a feeling like someone walked on their grave or something. I don't feel it but others do." He shakes his head and says "Don't think it is Astral." He will concentrate and a jet black portal will appear on the counter. He will take his fork and toss it through it, and it will drop from a matching portal above them back into Robert's hand."

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    "Gimme that, I need it more than you do," Nicolai laments as he snatches his coffee up after Clarice puts it down.
    "Huh," he comments when Robert does his thing. He offers a double shouldered shrug and adds, "It's usually me giving people the 'creepy walked on a grave' feeling." It's true, what with all the cold spots and rattling and flying objects that tend to happen when he's using his powers or emotionally charged.
    "...well, whatever help you can offer, at least in finding a place," he tells Clarice. "I still really don't know my way around well."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Oh - well. I know the area well enough," Clarice remarks with an amused smile. Her expression sobers for just a moment as she considers they should probably avoid the neighborhood where they cornered his father's murderer - for his sake - before her smile slides back into place. "I can find something," she promises.
    "The affect seems very similar," she remarks in a curious tone. "Though - I'd admit, I haven't had much cause to travel by means of other people's abilities." Why would she? "Really, Nicolai, you're the odd-man out here, it seems."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman says, "I can do a bit more with the energy, I can use it as armor, blasting, it seems rather versatile." He offer, and says "And then I also save a bit of money for the clinic on x-rays." He says and lowers his sunglasses for a moment to let his eyes show, glowing red. He does not keep them down long though covering his eyes again after a moment."

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    Nicolai flashes Clarice a toothy, dimpled grin. "I'm perfectly comfortable with my uniqueness." After only one or two more sips of his coffee, he stands. "I need to run and pick up some rosin," he explains as he tosses a few twenties on the counter to cover his coffee and whatever his companions had. "Message me when you're ready to head back home?" He does that whole air kiss to the cheek thing again before looking over to Robert.
    He lowers his own sunglasses to reveal his own luminescent aqua blue eyes and winks. Despite the fact that the sunlight still isn't his friend, he removes those glasses entirely and hooks them on the front of his shirt by an arm before starting for the door.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "It is perhaps more versitile than my gifts," Clarice remarks in a thoughtful tone. "I certainly can't make armor. But I can get creative with what I do have." She smirks in amusement as she adds, "I guess the eyes is something we all have in common." And yet - they don't, given the wildly different colors. Still, none of them are remotely 'natural.'
    "I'll let you know," she promises Nicolai - giving him a nudge with her shoulder when he leans in for that European style 'kiss.' And speaking of food - here's her meal. Grilled cheese and soup - with her pie still to come. She happily starts to dig in - dipping her sandwich into the soup.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman watches her friend go, and her food come. He munches some of his fries, offering her some. "So, what do you do for fun, when your not trying to look after people?" He asks.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    There's a momentary pause as Robert asks this question - almost a look of uncertainty on her features. //Fun//...? "I... well, to be honest... I don't know. I mean, I have some people I consider friends. We get drinks together, or train together," wait - weren't they talking about fun? "or on rare occassion watch a movie. I usually don't have time for that, though," she admits. She gives a shrug of her shoulders. "My work - the cause - it keeps me pretty busy. It doesn't leave much room for 'hobbies.' What about you?"

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks over to her, and says "Well, I like working on cars, and enjoy drawing" He admits to her. "You should find more time for fun." He hmms, and says ""What are you doing with the rest of the day?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "The rest of the day?" Clarice asks - letting out a quiet sigh. "I have the shipments of processed metal to get down to Genosha," she explains. "And then there's training. Two hours today, I think." An hour of training with a telepath on mental shielding - followed by an hour of combat training. The combination is sure to leave her exhausted, especially after moving the shipments. "...then I'll probably pass out in bed," she admits in a wry smile. "Like I said. I keep busy. But I guess I have a little time before all that."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman hmms and says "Well, about tempted to ask you to model for me, just to give you a chance to sit down for a moment." He offers her with a smile. "But for fun, how would you feel about going out and maybe seeing a movie, or hanging out some place, and getting to know one another better.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Model?" Clarice repeats - letting out a quiet laugh. "For what? A clothing line?" she asks. "That could put... an interesting spin on your brand. I'm one of the most recognizeable faces in the Brotherhood." Right behind Magneto's mask, and Mystique's natural face, really.
    "But - yeah, sure. A movie sometime. I could probably pencil you in," she remarks in a slightly teasing voice.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman grins and says "Well, I ment more for a drawing, letting me try to capture your beauty in pencil." He explains a bit to her. "Lets see you don't get to go to the movies often, so should be a good one, may have to see what of the classics you have seen.." He hmms a bit and says "Late night work better for you?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "...oh," Clarice replies - actually managing to look a bit embarrassed at the idea what someone might want to draw her. It's simply not an idea that's ever entered her mind - she doesn't give art a second thought.
    "Depending on my day - I'm pretty exhausted later in the evenings," she admits. "Sit me down in a comfortable chair, in a dark room - and I can't guarantee how I'll attentive I've been. Earlier in the day might be better."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, his head a bit and says "Good to know, being a volunteer here, I can set my own schedule somewhat so should not be to much of a problem. I was thinking about a midnight showing of Rocky Horror's Picture show, if you had not seen it, for a classic.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Rocky Horror Picture Show?" Clarice repeats with incomprehension. Honestly - almost any cultural reference thrown her way will get a similar response. "Some sort of scary movie?" she asks - before taking another bite of her meal.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman shakes his head and says "No, a comedy cult favorite, people go to it and have fun, it is one of the few movies where people shout at the movie, throw stuff at certain parts of the movie. Probably the most interactive movie you would ever see."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "An interactive comedy cult movie," Clarice repeats - without much comprehension of just what that would entail. "I think I would have to see it to understand," she decides, her brow furrowing with confusion.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, and says "Well if you get a chance where you think you would be awake, and able to enjoy it, I will take you to see it." He offers with a smile. "Have you ever seen Starwars, Star trek, or any of the old John Hughes movies?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "The one with the 'red shirts'?" Clarice asks. "...one of those is the one with the red shirts," she muses in a thoughtful tone.
    Yeah, she's //completely// helpless, here.
    "Well. I mean - we can schedule it," she suggests a bit uncertainly. "I can take a day off from my training. Do a few more shipments of metal the day before, or after. That sort of thing."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, and says "Well tell me when the best day is for you, weekends might be the easiest time to find one, but with you and I both able to gate us to places, I think we will have a wider choices of places to go." He smiles at her.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "...and timezones," Clarice points out in a thoughtful voice. "I mean- if your range..." There's embarrassment on her features, once more. Yes, sometimes she forgets that few teleporters have quite her range and capabilities.
    "We can figure it out. Maybe just... text me the times of the one you find. I'll schedule it in," she promises - as she sops up the last of her soup with a piece of her sandwich.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman smiles and says "Well from what you have said I think your range is a lot more than mine, I have been working on it, but more often I just do jump jump jump, when I need longer distances." He admits.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice gives a shrug of her shoulders before she remarks, "More powerful - but like I said before, less versitile. I just have the portals. But you can use them in remarkably creative ways, when you put your mind to it." Remarkably devastating ways, actually. As a waitress passes - Clarice adds, "Can I get my pie to go? I think I need to head out."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods, and says "I'll send you a text tomorrow, and we will see what we can set up." He does look over to the waitress, and says "And put her food on my bill." He grins and says "Please let me pay for your meal, it was really nice to have someone to talk with and relax some after work.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice eyes the amount of food Nicolai had left behind to cover his coffee, then glances at Robert with an amused look. Sure - why not let the waitresses have a ridiculous tip today? "Sure," she agrees. "If you'd like." Not that she cares much about money - with most of her expenses covered by the Brotherhood. "It was nice talking to you too, Robert. I'll figure out that contact line for the clinic," she promises - taking her food as it's delivered to her. She gives a jaunty wave as she climbs to her feet - then pulls out her phone to send out a quick text. 'Need a lift?'

Nicolai Codona has posed:
    Clarice's cellphone will ping an incoming text: Yup, almost back 2 the diner. - Did Nicolai send that while driving... that bike... the way he always drives that bike? Like he's immortal and won't actually die if he crashes in a ball of fiery doom?

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman says, "I got it covered, I appreciate it, I am supposed to stop by someone's apartment for a house call, they were not able to come into the clinic on normal hours because of their work, and I offered to come check on him."