6510/A Working Dinner

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A Working Dinner
Date of Scene: 10 June 2021
Location: Central Nexus
Synopsis: Clarice and Talia bond over stolen food, and crime. Err- sorry. Party planning.
Cast of Characters: Clarice Ferguson, Talia Wagner




Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice is not at the bar this time. Nope - she's at a table in the the cafeteria, with a tablet in front of her - flipping back and forth between a few different pages of information, as she works at filling in a patrol schedule for Bushwick. It seems to be slow-going for the young mutant - who eats slowly from a plate of fries beside her on the rare occassion that she remembers that she's in the cafeteria, and food is an option. A cup of coffee also sits in front of her, and she picks it up to take a sip before making a face. Ugh. It's //cold//!

Talia Wagner has posed:
A blue arm reaches past deftly past Clarice's shoulder as she sips that cold coffee and steals three fries right off the plate.

"Mm Frenchy." she notes with utter serious now before nimbly leaping up onto one of the chairs at the same table and then curling down onto it. It is the boneless sprawl that one would expect from a feline, a demon girl, magician, or any queer really. It is well known none of them know how to sit properly in a chair.

The very agile tail whips around to set down her own plate with a burger on it. "What are you up to there Clarice?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "You know - if you got your own fries they would actually be hot, and fresh," Clarice points out in a dry voice, as she looks up at Talia with a wry smile. The ones in front of her are merely tepid. Tilting the screen in front of her towards the woman she adds, "It's schedule, actually. Mystique put me in charge of the Neighborhood Watch for Bushwick." And she has the next couple of days worked out - but she has the rest of the week to manage. Trying to read through and understand the availability of the various X-Men and members of the Brotherhood, and balance that into creating teams that could work together effectively in terms of personalities and abilities...? It was giving her a headache.
    "I'm sure this will get easier eventually." But for now it was clearly slow-going.

Talia Wagner has posed:
"Stolen food tastes ten times better than food you get yourself or is given to you. I can't help the science here Clarice."

Which is illustrated by another stolen fry.

"Neighborhood watch for Mutant Town?"

Pause.

"Well.. I suppose that makes sense. The Brotherhood does seem to be on a big public relations campaign and I imagine the people are pretty receptive now that we dealt with the murderer right?"

No she doesn't know of the X-men involvement yet.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "No, I suppose that you can't," Clarice agrees. "But meanwhile, I'm stuck with the same cold fries - and nothing to steal." She lets out an exagerated sigh, as she turns her attention back to her tablet, scrolling through a list of names with a thoughtful frown on her features. A list of X-Men's names. "So who on the X-Men are most likely to be able to work with Mister Creed?" she asks. "I mean... Lorna seems the obvious choice. Maybe... Illyana?" she muses.
    Why does this have to be so hard? Letting out a sigh, she flips the tablet facedown, and rubs at her eyes before immediately going. "Oh. That was dumb. Salty fingers..."

Talia Wagner has posed:
"Hmmm..." she tilts her plate a bit so the pickle spear near her burger is very stealable. Then picks up the burger and takes a bite as she listens to you talk about the Neighborhood Watch.

Which leads her to about choke on the burger. "Wait.. what..... you are doing the .. this watch with the X-Men?"

That seems to surprise the blue girl. "Like... wait is Lorna an X-men here." she pauses a few long moments. "Man... I have missed stuff this week."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice blinks away tears - washing the salt out of her eyes. Ugh - that was seriously dumb. She uses a clean napkin to carefully dab them dry as she confirms with a hint of laughter in her voice, "Yes, Lorna is an X-Man, and the Queen of Genosha. Illyana is an X-Man as well." Once her eyes are taken care of she finally spots, and obligingly steals the pickle.
    "Mystique and I visited the Mansion yesterday - and pitched the idea of working together to Professor Xavier, and Jean. They want to try. So I'm trying to balance teams, but Mister Creed is... a challenge." That's one way to put it.

Talia Wagner has posed:
"That... is surprising." she coughs a tiny bit, ah mustard the wrong way.

"Not the Creed part but the public joint project... wait is Illyana also Brotherhood and an X-Men or just in on this patrol business?" she doesn't mention the pickle. Not for a moment.

Then she points at the pickle being eaten, then does the point at her eyes and at you. She is watching you.

"So like... Jean and Xavier just.. went for it. Also Grams wants to work... with the X-men... maybe this place is way stranger than I thougth..."

"Oh.. maybe Logan."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Illyana's just an X-Man," Clarice replies, shaking her head. "Right now - I'm the closest thing to anyone being both an X-Man, and part of the Brotherhood. But I'm in X-//Force//." She nibbles at the pickle some more - flashing Talia a smile.
    "...do Logan and Mister Creed get on in other realities?" she asks in a clearly dubious voice. "I'm not letting those two anywhere //near// each other if I can help it. We're trying to //protect// Bushwick here."
    'Grams.' She's going to ignore that.

Talia Wagner has posed:
It is probably best erveryone ignore that Grams.

Everyone.

"No. No they do not. I have never seen them ever get on well anywhere in any reality."

Then she thinks about it a moment. "Well okay that one reality where they were both infected by the starfish problem... lot of hive mind love there. That totally doesn't count though."

She takes another bite of her burger. "X-Force.. those right bastards. I had no idea they had the Black Ops team up and running here..."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Yeah, she's not going to ask about the starfish, either. "Somehow, it's good to know that some things never change.
    "I'm one of those right bastards, you know," Clarice reminds the woman in a dry voice. "And we do what needs to be done. Last job involved rescuing a bunch of rich-kids that'd been kidnapped. Trying to get the right people indebted to us, I guess." She shrugs her shoulders, and finishes off the last of the pickle before she adds, "I must be pretty different from your Clarice, then."

Talia Wagner has posed:
"Actually no.." she notes licking a bit of ketchup off a blue fingertip. "You seem pretty similar to be honest. It was probably the adversity and then fighting back against your oppressors.. it is a very similar thread to the Clarice I knew." a smile to you, if a bit sharp.

"Also I wasn't insulting X-Force... I am more annoyed I didn't know they spun up a blackops team. I can get behind the usual X-Force mission brief easier at this point than the vanilla clutch."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Ah," Clarice remarks - a look of confusion on her features as she runs through what Talia //had// just said before giving a second, more comprehending, "Ahhh. Well. Maybe you can join us, then," she suggests - before giving a shrug of her shoulders. "But you'd have to talk to Ilyanna." She nibbles on another of her tepid fries, her gaze still curiously on the woman slouched into a chair across from her.
    "Does it make it easier or harder - that we're similar?" she asks.

Talia Wagner has posed:
The slouched blue mutant seems to be enjoying the whole digesting of the delicious burger now.

""I..." she thinks about the question her eyes closing. "I'm not sure. It isn't like this is the first time I had to deal with people who are people I know but not ... the people I know. Being around you is a bit comforting. Then you say something very different and it is jarring."

She finally lifts a hand and wobbles it. "So a little of both I guess?" an eye opens to peer at you. "Wow Illyana and not Cable?" then she pauses wondering if Cable has even been around yet or at all or... sigh.

She sighs twice in a row and stretches "Want anything from the kitchen.. I want pie..."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Well - not much I can do about that, I guess," Clarice says in a wry voice - giving a shrug of her shoulders. What would it be like, she wondered, if there were a different version of Mister Creed? ...that would be jarring.
    "I'm not entirely sure what Cable's up to these days, to be honest," she remarks. "He must be around somewhere, though?"
    At the offer of food, she suggests, "I could use a fresh coffee." And after a moment's thought, "Maybe some ice cream."

Talia Wagner has posed:
TJ uncoils and rolls out of the chair landing in a crouch and then bouncing upright and prowling off towards the kitchen. "On it. Operation Pie and Ice Cream."

She vanishes in the twenty four seven kitchen for a good five minutes.

When she emerges she has a plate with pie and a schoop of vanilla on it in one hand, a bowl in the other, and a coffee mug held by her tail. When she gets to the table she sets the bowl and mug down by you and curls back up with her pie.

She got the kind of ice cream her Blink liked, this could be oracle of nature or backfire, she didn't think about asking though.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    For a few minutes, Clarice goes back to working on the schedule - a look of concentration on her features as her finger slowly traces over the words she's reading, her lips moving silently as she sounds things out. She looks up as a bowl of chocolate ice cream with a peanut butter swirl is set in front of her - and she gives TJ a broad smile. "Perfect. Thanks." It's still strange to have someone you don't know somehow know you. But... well. There it is.
    She digs in - taking a large scoop of the ice cream before she remarks, "So - it was Nicolai's birthday the other day. I think we should celebrate - when we do movie night. I mean, I know you don't really know him yet... But honestly, I hardly know him myself."

Talia Wagner has posed:
Talia passes herself a fork with her tail and then takes a bite of her pie and savors it.

Much like everything she has been doing a lot of savoring of things here. It is like a very stressful guilt filled vacation.

"I don't know him yet but he seems like a really decent dude. I'm pro celebrating people's birthdays. It means more ice cream.. or um.. whatever he might like. Do we know enough about him to plan a good birthday?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Not really," Clarice admits - giving a shrug of her shoulders. "He likes music and motorcycles, and apparently... movies. And he's from Romania." And he talks to ghosts. She takes a sip of her coffee before adding, "I mean, I was thinking cake and ice cream - and I could go to Romania and find a chef to make some local dishes. And... that's as far as my planning goes. They say it's the thought that counts, right?"

Talia Wagner has posed:
TJ pauses in the pie eating and fishes her phone out and then fidgets with it a bit, at some point she got the 'guest' wifi and limited access.

There is some perusing.

"Huh.. he has two birthdays... one is St. Nicholai's day ... and the other is likely his actual birthday. I imagine this is his real birthday."

"Okay though seriously this Papana'i dish looks amazing.. I am on board with Romanian food birthday."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I'll be honest - I didn't look too much into the food," Clarice admits. "The trick will be finding a good chef in the region. I don't know Romanian..." Do they speak 'Romanian' in Romania? "But I'm sure we can figure it out. Right?" She nibbles at her ice cream again, craning her neck curiously to peer at TJ's phone.

Talia Wagner has posed:
TJ feeds herself a bite of pie with her tail grasping the fork now as she uses her hands to keep working the phone.

"We can definitely figure it out. I wonder if we could get this guy to cook for the meal." she pivots the phone showing an article about Chef Alex Dumitru, one of Romania's most inspiring chefs. "We are paying him or something right?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Reeeeaching across the table, Clarice uses her spoon to steal a little pie.
    What? TJ started it.
    "I've money," she confirms. "I don't generally just //kidnap// people." You know. //Generally,// but she's not entirely ruling out the possibility. "Chef Alex Dumitru?" she repeats in a thoughtful tone. "I guess we should go meet him. Does it say if he speaks English?"

Talia Wagner has posed:
TJ eyes her at the stolen pie, though it is honestly mostly for show. I mean she did start it. Also the squint makes the stolen food taste better. Otherwise it is just shared food.

Another bite of >her< pie.

"It says here he worked abroad in the States and Germany a good bit before returning to Romania. I would wager he does speak english well enough?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Perfect! Then that's our guy," Clarice confirms with a grin. "I'm glad I have a good partner in crime to help bring my evil plans to fruition." After that first bit of theft, she seems content to stick with her own coffee and ice cream.
    "Pie's not bad today. Or maybe that's just because it's stolen."

Talia Wagner has posed:
TJ sends the link to the article with all the info to Clarice and then tucks her phone away and sprawls once more to eat her pie.

"Stolen is the secret spice." she notes. Then eyes the pie. "Though.. that may just be the pumpkin spice."