6804/Cat-astrophe in the making

Cat-astrophe in the making
Date of Scene:	03 July 2021
Location:	The Wick
Synopsis:	Terry is getting mixed signals
Cast of Characters:	Michael Hannigan, Terry O'Neil

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Michael Hannigan has posed:
After the talk with Superboy and the exchange of phone numbers, Mike figured it'd be as good a time as any to do what he said he was going to do. Talk to Vorpal. Using the phone number that was given to him back when there were issues in dreamland, an invite was extended. And a meeting place that doesn't involve a curious roommate was selected.

And this is how we find Mike at The Wick. All the tables in dark corners were taken up by mysterious str-

Ok. Just strangers. Most looked like tourists

Ahem.

All the tables in dark corners were taken up by tourists PRETENDING to be mysterious strangers leaving the musician to settle for a darkly lit table up against a wall somewhere. Either way it works out and he's got a nice beer in front of him too.

To be honest, with a place called THE WICK, it wasn't hard to find something darkly lit. That added ambiance better be worth the upcharge they put on the beers here.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
The Cheshire Cat doesn't quite belong in the 'mysterious stranger' category. Too bright, too visible, too noticeable. That's why it is Terry who answers the call- after all, he's in N'yawk to spend the fourth with his mother, so the Rabbit Hole isn't even necessary, technically speaking.
%Finding the musician isn't that hard, and when the redhead pulls up a chair and sits himself down, it's with a smile of recognition and a bit of a wistful look around. "I'm not old enough to drink, you know, so everybody;s going to be staring at me when I order a soda."

He sets his messenger bag on an empty chair and removes his sunglasses, because there is only so much Mysterious one can have going on before you start banging your shins against the furniture and everybody points and laughs. "Sooo--- what's the news? I don't see caviar, so this must be business, not pleasure," he says with his characteristic impish grin.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Pale eyes glance up as Terry gets settled. The glass containing the almost black liquid is set down upon the table as he listens to the younger man's complaint. "Not really." Mike replies, "They're still serving food here. I don't think caviar is one of the options though. But they probably have some fish item."

He leans forward, tilting towards Terry slightly as he reaches over to grab the laminated late night menu. He sets the menu down in front of Terry. "Probably of the stick variety though."

He slides back slightly but remaining close enough to rest his arms on the table. No need to have to speak loudly after all. "Well, after we split up after the meal last time, I ended up having a conversation with a couple people, conveniently enough about that ghost problem I was having."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I think I'm going to pass on the sticks. Not my favorite unless they're home-made, you know?" the redhead peers at the night menu, but doesn't seem terribly invested in food at the moment. His green eyes focus on his musician friend and adds, "If one of them was a tiny medium with a high-pitched voice and a lot of charisma, run away. I have heard she doesn't have the best of luck with ghosts."

Frumming his fingers on the table, he tilts his head. "So what about these group of people? Are they coming on board the ghostbusting team, so to speak? I imagine they might be friends or acquaintances of yours?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"I get that." Mike replies to the dismissal of the fish sticks, "More control on how they're prepped. You know what goes into them..." Hearing the description, Mike arcs a brow. "Hmm... no. She was shorter than me but definitely not tiny." He slides a hand off the table, reaching into his pocket.

"They did offer to help, and bring some others in. Turns out the ghost approached her first for help. And she turned him down. Kind of confirms that the demon was WITH him instead of just one piggybacking off the other. Also said that demon was likely low level with how little the ghost was offering in terms of payment."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"He was certainly one of the lower level ones. I fought one that was a little higher up on the corporate scale, and he used actual hellfire at me. So I opened a Rabbit Hole that led under the Pacific Ocean on top of him."

He chuckles at the memory, "I don't think he was quite prepared. But at the end of the day he got off easy. There was a scandinavian woman with a sword made out of chaos that tore through the other demons like a cat through toilet paper rolls. I was gentle by comparison..."

"But enough about me. So the ghost approached /her/ first and then went for a demon..." Terry purses his lips for a few seconds, and then he asks, "So one of the parties involved is a demon. Ness. Succubus? Or Demon Sorceress? Or Insurance Saleswoman?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The mention of the sword gets a couple of blinks. "Any chance the swordswoman was named Illyana?" Mike asks, cracking a slight smile as he lips up his drink for a sip. He listens to the consideration to what the woman might be and gives a point to second one. The glass lowers as he swallows. "I was thinking demon but hearing those possibilities now my money's on succubus. She was uh... descriptive. And apparently a fan."

Mike's other hand pulls out a card and a slip of paper. He puts the paper back into his pocket and looks to the card. "And I think the guy is the boyfriend." He shows Terry the business card stating 'Catman and SO' on it.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry takes the card, "No, it definitely wasn't Illyana- she's Slavic, not Scandinavian... this lady would have made Illyana look positively /tanned/ by comparison." He glances up at Mike, and a smirk crosses his face. "Why am I absolutely not surprised you know her? A-nyways..."

He glances down at the business car, and an eyebrow goes up.

"Catman. And S.O.. Who may be a succubus." He glances up at Mike. "Mike, is Catman and his demoness girlfriend inviting you to a threesome or are they offering to help with the ghost thing? I'm getting mixed signals here," he says, teasing Mike before he orders some fries and a soda. He's definitely splurging.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike is suspiciously quiet.

Extremly quiet.

Lips purse in thought as he plays the ENTIRE conversation back in his head.

Brows raise and the lips lower as he tilts his head with a shrug. He scratches the side of his head, glancing to the table. "It was a very odd conversation when she spoke. But Catman was focused on the ghost and demon thing and was talking about setting up a crew to deal with this. So, going with them offering their services to boost security a bit."

He lifts up the glass, lifting it towards his lips. He pauses, lowering the glass slightly, tilting it towards Terry in indication. "So you know. I'm... very glad it's you asking that question and not Superboy."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh please. He's the son of the boy scout. He'd never ask that question. I don't think he even knows what it would mean!" Terry says with a good-natured chuckle. Reading up on Mike's body language, he decides a little more ribbing is in order. "I am beginning to take it personally, though- you haven't taken me up on my offer, but you are canoodling with a demoness and a known mercenary? Dilly-dallying with the cat-wannabe when you can have the real thing?"

When his soda arrives, he decides he's teased enough and grows more serious. "Okay, so we've got an offer from Catman and a demoness to help. She's a fan, and he's in... so you'd be pretty crazy not to take that addition to the arsenal. So... when do we have our first team meeting?" He takes a sip of his soda.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"He's also a fan." Mike admits. "But I haven't done anything with them." Mike brings the glass back to his lips as he slowly. DEFIANTLY drinks his beer slowly. The glass lowers as Terry seems accepting of the proposed addition. "Wanted to check with you first. Make sure there wouldn't be any potential problems with the difference in..." He pauses, looking for the right word, "...beliefs. But yeah. Probably a good idea of pulling some in where the team thing would actually be their day job."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"-Yet," Terry adds, because it wouldn't be Terry otherwise. He mirrors the sipping of the beer with his own soda, and then leans back.

"My best friend is Harley Quinn, you know. I'm not going to stop someone from doing the righ thing, even if they tend to do the wrong thing at other times. I figure that in this, we're all together united on a common goal. Besides," he sets down his drink and grins, "You've got to give respect to someone who can pull off a yellow outfit without looking like Tweety."

A buzzing sound catches his attention and he pulls his phone out of his jeans, and hms. "Mom. She's doing the parent thing. I promised her I'd take the night before and the day off so we could do family stuff."

He smiles, "So now that you've established I'm cool with the gang, is the next step to do a huddle?" he starts sipping his soda with the intent to finish it. He'll bring the fries with him, obviously.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's eyes narrow at the addition but he holds back a response while Terry cites a friendship with Harley Quinn. The outfit mention does however cause for a relaxing of the features. A nod is given. "He did pull it off." He admits, "Concert tee was a nice touch. Nothing Tweety about it at all."

When Terry's phone buzzes, Mike quiets down, using the time to drink some more of his beer. It ends up getting finished. "Well, will have to talk to Wade but- yes." The empty glass is set down upon the coaster. Fated to be ignored until the server comes to collect it. "Go enjoy your family."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"He did pull it off? But I thought you said you /hadn't/ done anything!" the redhead grins, looking positively impish. Gathering his fries into a box and depositing a twenty on the table, he adds, "Just kidding. But contact me after tomorrow and we can all get together and hash out a plan. It'll be good to be on the same page."

He stands up and, being who he is, he briefly reaches over to touch Mike's hand. "Or maybe you can come over for dinner. Mom always makes too much and April and Harley might come by. You shouldn't be alone while that Ghost is out for you... and Harl and I battled an army of demonic possessed dolls once, so we're qualified. If you come by, maybe she'll tell you the story."

Grabbing up his satchel, he says, "IF you don't come by, watch your back, Mike. And call me if you see even the slightest hint of ectoplasm coming your way." Who you gonna call? Terry O'Neil!

Or something like that.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike gives a slight smile as Terry touches his hand. "I share a condo and I'll be at a cookout at Happy Harbor tomorrow with some friends. Plus I haven't done any concerts or spells today so I have a lot more energy to work with. Should be fine until we get together."

He glances to the satchel as its lifted up before looking to the redhead. "I'll do my best, Terry."