6806/Monday morning in the park

Monday morning in the park
Date of Scene:	05 July 2021
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	Three girls and a guy bump into one another at the park. Oh, and a dog stole a Jedi Academy backpack. Hijinks ensued!
Cast of Characters:	Heather Danielson, Michael Erickson, Naria Shepard, Madison Evans

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Heather Danielson has posed:
    Most Mondays, Central Park is less eventful as other days. What with people staggering to work after a long weekend and everyone is running a bit late. Being that this is the day after the whole Independence Day celebration which left many people calling in sick on Monday. Hangovers and food comas are one thing.

    HEather likes the park. She also is a morning person. Yes, that dangerous and annoying breed of human.. the MORNING PERSON. She finds herself in the park during the early hours, clad in spandex shorts and a midriff baring tank top. She has earbuds in and music playing to help keep her pace up. But more importantly, she had something like a six thousand calorie breakfast already so she won't need a snack for at least an hour. But her running shoes cuff softly in the sparsely populated park.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Like pillbugs fleeing a garden stone lifted to the sun, the runners have been up since five at least - and like Heather, Michael is out treading the lawns and footpaths. Dark blue tracksuit, no music, no flashbulbs, no wine, he's haunted by something he cannot defin--no, no, that's not it. But in said tracksuit he is an inexorable force, well-tuned and with a constant pace as he moves along, a freight train in Adidas striping. Livery for the Overachiever Line.

    But it's a beautiful place to make the run, even if he doesn't seem to see much but the way ahead; emerging from around a copse of trees he is moving in Heather's direction now, soon to enter her vicinity. Perhaps, even, there might be eye contact. Gasp.

Naria Shepard has posed:
A morning person wasn't normally Rave's thing, late night clubbing and performances didn't make for an early start... ans yet here she was.

Of course, wrapped in her own deep blue shorts and midriff baring tank off-setting glowing neon hair...but she wasn't running.

Instead, the bluenette girl was lazily sitting against a park bench, a disposable cup of hot chocolate in her hand while she reclined.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Given how difficult it is for Heather to get her pulse rate up. Well, to keep it up that is... she is pushing herself a bit. It's less of a jog, and more of a controlled sprint that she is doing at this time. Arms and legs pumping. What? It takes work to maintain her shape. Especially if she wants to keep modeling -and- being a Titan.

    Yes, she does both still.. and is not exactly able to keep her identity a secret. I mean come on, when you get shot on camera during a high profile Sports Illustrated shoot... and then get back up a few seconds later, nobody will let you just put on a mask and pretend that you are anything other than you are.

    Despite that, she tries to live a semi-normal life. But that's when the impending head-on collision dawns in her eyes, and she swerves to avoid it,... which has her jumping and stepping up onto Rave's bench before striding up over the back to land and stop. She didn't run -over- Rave so much as right beside... and that was to avoid smooshing into Michael there.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    For Michael the run is an extension of function, of survival - not, of course, that this would be known to people, but he certainly leans into it with that energy. But as oblivious as he seems, he is not; and, when Heather diverts herself to avoid what appears to be an immediate collision, he does the same. Slowing immediately, he brakes to the far side of the path, jogging up to stop and stand by the trunk of one of the park's many old trees. The stony expression doesn't change, even with exertion, but the baritone voice that escapes his lips is at least apologetic.

    "Ah, jeez." The epitome of eloquence. "I'm sorry about that! Was on the other side of the world."

Naria Shepard has posed:
Rave herself was a metahuman, a vigilante...and she was outed for what she was. Glowing hair and irises did make the whole 'hidden in plain sight' thing tricky.

A sudden shift on the spot, eyes closed while she drinks from her drink...only to open and the last second as she nearly finds herself flattened by some blonde model.

The others swerving to avoid the head-on between the two of them meant Heather was nearly in her lap or close to it...but a flash of light and a streak of fading, glowing neon and she was standing behind the bench, drink spattering on her arm.

"Ah crap..."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Having parkoured (badly) her way up and over the bench... see, it's bad because she didn't yell PARKOUR.. as we all know is requires for proper parkour. At least if you ask Harry Dresden.. oh skip it. That's not the point. Anyway, Heather comes down behind the bench to see Rave there already.. and she does a doubletake, actually tripping over her own two feet as she does so. She flops down on her butt and says, "Weren't you just.." and she points to the bench before she shakes her head, "You know. You'd think being on a team with a Flash might prepare me for things like this." she mutters as she starts to get back to her feet.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    It's Michael's turn to do a double-take as well as Rave blips into existence in a totally different location than she was. "I...uh," he starts, then his moment of brow-lifting surprise fades and his resting-grim-face nature returns. "Sorry to you too, there, miss," he offers to the blue-haired woman. "Would you like me to run over and get you another?" Because the drink, you see. She spilled it. While teleporting.

    This town.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"You know the Flash? That's awesome! I met him once but it was super brief and-" the statement cuts off, a surge of energy behind her words that was clearly more than a sugar rush. A look towards Michael with his apology, the bluenette blinks, shaking her arm and shrugging her bared shoulders. "I mean, if you're offering..."

Back to Heather and then Mike again she gestures to herself. "I'm Rave...and yeah, that's kinda my thing too. Being fast...plus the glowy thing."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Getting to her feet, brushing off her backside.. Heather shakes her head with a shrug, "Actually. two flash types. I'm Heather, also called Knockout of the Titans. Just kinda... well no sense putting on a mask when the whole world seems to know who I am already, y'know? I mean I don't have technicolor hair but I tend to stand out in a crowd all the same." She adds with a shrug.

    And when Michael offers to get a new drink, she smiles warmly. "Oh my. Gentlemen -do- still exist. Who'd'a thunk?" she asks in her readily identifiable midwestern accent.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    These further revelations bring the man's heavy brows to lift once more, but to his credit he doesnt geek out. "Well, hello to you both," he says with a nod. He, apparently, is a local. "Lemme just get that for ya, all right?" And then he's off, across the lawn like the freight train he is. Not superhero chug, mind, but the boy sure loves to run.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Knockout? Nice! That's a good one, I dig it." Rave reaches down, trying to dig into the small pockets of her shorts and retrieving her phone. A quick shift, she turns and extends her arms with a quick smile for what could only be a 'Selfie'.

Quick snap and the phone was gone, replaced in the pocket before she folded her arms lazily under her bust.

"I guess so. A fresh hot chocolate with a splash of vanilla would go ways to convincing me."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Watching the guy take off, Heather shrugs her shoulders and actually managed to get a smile on for the selfie. "You want me to try to talk to some of the Flash types.. flashers just sounds weird... so yeah Flash types, to see if they'd wanna meetcha and hang out? Maybe take a whole superspeed pub crawl, but with food, not beer?" she asks Rave.

    And then she turns to watch Michael run off before she grins and murmurs just to Rave, "Always nice to see'em from behind now and then, huh?" she asks as she indicates the running Michael.

Madison Evans has posed:
    A dog runs by with a backpack in his jaws, tail wagging excitedly like he's having the time of his life. He zigzags around the path for a little bit, sniffing at things, then disappears into a dense patch of trees and bushes.
    A short time later, a girl comes huffing into view, huffing tired, and spinning full circle. She lets out a frustrated sigh as her gaze lands on Heather and Rave. "Have- have you seen a dog? About this tall - black and brown? ...maybe with a Jedi Academy backpack in his mouth?"

Naria Shepard has posed:
Odds are, Rave's pic was going to be up on her social media within moments, adding to those who followed music or heroics.

Either way, there was a little chuckle and a nod from the girl with the glowing blue hair. "It has its moments."

With appraisals of both done she does turn back to the other woman, a little tilt of her head. "I mean...hanging out with other speedsters would be awesome. I'm not a 'Flash' so much as a living laser beam but..." she begins, only to look up with the arrival of the new girl.

"A lost dog carrying a backpack?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "I mean, most backbacks go on backs, not in teeth. So yeah.. that-a-way." says Heather as she gestures off towards the trees. "I mean, it might've gotten away with it if it weren't for us darned kids, eh?" she asks with a chuckle. She steps over to the back of the bench and then walks around the front of it before lifting one foot to place her shoe on the bench seat. She checks her laces, which got a bit loose in her almost-crash-landing and adds, "Jedi Academy? So, like old school legends, none of that new junk?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "EU forever!" Madison declares brightly, pumping her fist in the air. "That's why I gotta get it back!" she exclaims. "That, and because it has my stuff."
    Towards Rave she adds, "Cool hair!" before she dives into the bushes.
    "Bear! Com'on Bear. Com'ere, Bearbear. You //will// put down my backpack," she says in a similar tone of voice to 'these aren't the droids you're looking for.' "Good pup- OH COME ON!"
    The dog bursts back out onto the path - crouching down and wagging his tail excitedly. It's clear he thinks this is a fun and exciting game of keep-away, and he intends to keep playing!

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Presently a tracksuited figure comes back into frame, chugging with speed and purpose across the park lawn. It is Michael, of course, with new cup in hand as he makes over the field and into the shade of trees where the women linger. "Hey," he calls as he comes into proximity, "Got it. Here, sorry to keep ya waiting." A nod to the newcomer as he holds the cup out to Rave expectantly.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Don't think I've seen that one-" Rave begins, a tilt of her head before she turns towards Michael. "Oh awesome! You actually went and got some."

She reaches out, clearly intending to take the drink and flashing Madison a grin at the compliment of her hair only to offer a soft giggle at the sudden pup making it's escape.

"Do you uh...want a hand there catching him?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Good man. Never keep a girl waiting." offers Heather as she checks her other shoe. Then she spies the dog and grins as she moves over to try to help. But her version involves a side trip to a hot dog cart. She buys a frank and heads off towards the doggo. "Here boy. Doggie want a sausage?" she asks as she waves the hot dog, sans bun towards the dog.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "I... I'm sure I can get it," Madison replies - flashing a smile that she hopes looks confident (it doesn't, entirely). She holds out one hand towards the bag - a look of concentration on her features - and the bag starts to lift, and pull towards her... Of course, this only ellicits a tug-of-war response from the dog who leans back from the pull, shaking his head eagerly and getting Madison no where. It seems whatever she's doing isn't quite strong enough, from the frustrated look that grows on her features.
    Heather's approach, however, works like a charm. HOT DOG?! Bear drops the backpack abruptly, which flies to Madison's hands as the dog trots over to Heather with a wagging tail.
    "Uhh... thanks," Madison says with a little embarrassment as she hugs the backpack to her chest.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Yeah I try not to lie to people," he says with his brows arched, that voice now a bit flat - offended? Just generally aloof? Who knows. But the cocoa is handed over, and it's...surprisingly exactly what she had before. "Saw what they wrote on the side of your old one," he points out. Which is entirely possible, if one has sharp eyes and a good sense of perception. "Anyway, there you go. My apologies again."

    He's about to say more, but o-ho, there is doggie bribery afoot. "Huh," he murmurs to himself as he looks down the way, watching the other two women carrying out their reclaimation operation with the dog that is hot (and the dog that is hungry.)

Naria Shepard has posed:
The hotdogs were handy and crafty, but the little display of telekinesis? That gets a reaction from Rave. Michael's comment earns a nod, a smile of thanks before she suddenly disappears...in a little flash of light only to reappear next to Madison with a grin. "Okay, that was pretty cool!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Of course, Heather didn't notice the TK. She was so focused on CUTE DOGGO! She is down on one knee, feeding the hot dog to Bear, and leaning in to offer scritches and soft words of encouragement. What? She's a dog person. Dogs love her and she loves them right back.

    She doesn't even object when Bear decides to see what her WHOLE face tastes like.

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison lets out a //squeak// as Rave is abruptly beside her. "Whoa! ...okay. //That// was cool," she counters, still hugging her backpack to her chest. Then she tries to strike a dramatic pose - dropping both hands to her hips, and puffing her chest out slightly. "What did you expect? I go to the //Jedi Academy//. Duh."
    She lets out a sigh as she complains, "But the mind tricks never work. Even on a dog! So unfair."

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Left alone for the moment, Michael leans against the nearest tree - watching the women interact with the dog, arms crossed over his chest. Not every day you see a bunch of Powers play with animals, after all. Like everyday folks.

Naria Shepard has posed:
A little shift, a little sip of her drink, Rave looks back from Madison's dramatic pose, over to Michael himself watching the group.

A smile on her lips, she opens her mouth to say more when her phone in the pocket of her hotpants.

Lifting the device, there's a soft 'mmmpf' of displeasure. "I gotta go do a thing across town. But it was nice to meet you coffee guy, Jedi Girl and Knockout! I'll catch next time!"

With a little finger salute and a wink, the bluenette vanishes in a streak of blue light racing across the city.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Jedi girl?" asks Heather as she looks up from getting doggo tongue-bath on her face, "What? You got a lightsaber or some such?" she asks with a grin.

    Her hands are scritching away happily at Bear's flank and neck, and she stays down there at his level to just enjoy the pure love that is a doggo's love.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Umm... Bye!" Madison calls after the blue-haired woman. "...wow she's fast." She slides her backpack onto her back, then flashes a smile at Heather. "Oh, umm, no yet. But Spidey said he might help me build one! He says I have to learn sword fighting first, though, which... you know. Makes sense. Lightsabers //are// very dangerous. But the lightsaber is the weapon of a Jedi, so I will need one," she remarks confidently.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Huh. Well, that's a thing. Rave's luminous departure is the primary subject of Michael's attention in the moment, but once she's gone and he has a moment of Thoughtful Rumination(tm) upon how a human body can convert into energy and flash away as she does, he decides to do the polite thing and starts stretching in preparation for his own departure. Strange dudes just hanging around ladies trying to do their own thing is bad, bad news, regardless if they're supers.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    And then there's Heather. She glances over towards Michael and says, "Isn't this the most awesomest dog ever?!" she exclaims. "It was real nice of you to go get her a refill on her drink too by the way." And then she stands up and holds a hand his way, "Name's Heather." she says. Though she assumes he knows that already. "And this is the Jedi Padawan...." A pause.. and she looks to Madison, lifting her brows.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, umm, Madison," the girl quickly supplies. "Jedi Padawan Madison Evans! Well. Though, technically not a Padawan, I guess, 'cuz a Padawan needs a Master, and... I don't have one," she admits with a sigh. Looking between the two she asks curiously, "I... don't suppose either of you know any other Jedi?" There's not much hope in the question.
    ...she's looked. As far as she can tell, she's the only one who can use the Force on the //planet//.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Well I am not really one for science fiction," says Michael as Madison queries, reaching to shake Heather's hand. Firm grip, no softening for patriarchal whims or anything. "I mean no reason to worry about Star Wars when we got em showing up on our doorstep for real, right? And, you know." He nods to Heather. "Real life superhumans and all. I'm Mike. Nice to meet you both." Big smile this time around. No frowning.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well Madison.." says Heather as she nods to Michael, "This is Mike.. a nice guy it seems." That said, she turns and walks Bear over to Madison. "Nice t'meetcha Madison. There's nothing wrong with learning for yourself. But.. something tells me there's more to it than.. Jedi. If you want, I could sit and talk with you about it sometime."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Hi Mike!" Madison says brightly. "And Heather. And...whatcha mean, more to it than just... Jedi? Like Jedi's a //just//! It's a big responsibility, you know, being the planet's only Force user," she says brightly - before reaching down to pat Bear on the back.
    "Who's a naughty dog - huh? You're a lot of trouble, mister. You know that?"

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "I'm a nice guy who's also thirty years old," says Michael, smiling to each in turn. "So if you ladies will excuse me, I'm gonna take off before someone decides I'm /not/ being a nice guy talking to two women as young as yourselves. Have yourselves a good morning and take care." A final nod before he's off, pushing off one one foot and moving his ancient bones (relative to them, at least) back down the path with that freight-train energy. And so does the routine continue.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Snorting, Heather shakes her head, "Like I am worried about someone trying to take advantage. I'm a Titan and Madison here is a Jedi." That said, Heather reaches Madison and moves to stand beside her in solidarity. But she can't keep a straight face for long, and lifts a hand to wave while giggling, "Seeya 'round Mike!" she calls out.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Byyyyyye!" Madison calls brightly, before turning her attention back towards Heather. "Whoa. A Titan. Like //the// Titans?" she asks. "That's cool! I'm just- well, a high school kid. And my mom says I am not allowed to be a super hero yet. But Spidey says that people with powers have an obligation to use it to help others," she remarks brightly.
    "...mine just aren't trained enough to do any good. I can't even lift a car yet," she says, as if that's the standard by which things are judged. "I keep telling myself that 'Size matters not,' but, well..."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, Yoda -was- very wise. But you know what else he said? Do or do not. He also told Luke, if you recall, that training took time. You can't expect to become a great Jedi Knight in a week, a month, or even a year." She smiles though and nods, "Yeah, The Titans. They were nice and took me in when I needed them to. You see, I graduated High School last year myself. So it's not like I'm some total grownup. I'm gonna turn nineteen in a month so..." she shrugs, "Tell me about when you first learned you could use the force?" She asks.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "It has only been a few months," Madison admits. "See - my friends and I, we were just hanging out at home, right? We were role playing - you know about role playing games, right? Using the old West End Games d6 system, and I said my charater held out her hand and her datapad flew into her hand - and then my tablet flew into my hand," she explains.
    So. Obviously a Jedi, //duh//.
    "You shouldda seen the //looks// on everyone's //faces//!" she exclaims, letting out a laugh.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Nodding her head slowly, Heather doesn't want to disappoint the girl. But she's been around the block a few times herself. "Okay." she says, "Yes. I know about those games. It's amazing how when a girl says she wants to play, the boys lose their collective shit, huh?" she asks before shaking her head.

    She smiles warmly and adds, "So Madison. Which do -you- think is more likely? That you are a member of a group of special people from a fictional story set a long time ago in another galaxy?" And she pauses before adding, "Or that maybe you are one of those mutants that evolved extraordinary powers? I hear they have their own academy too!" she adds.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, Aiden and Cam were always cool about it. Because they're not //dicks//," Madison remarks. "And - well. Cam's more gender fluid these days anyways. But he... //they're// usually more masculine, so whatever." She gives a shrug of her shoulders. Gender is confusing, and stupid.
    She gives Heather an uncertain look. It's not like her mother hasn't tried pointing some of this stuff out to her, too. "Yeah, but then how some all of my powers are the same as Jedi powers? Like being able to move things with my mind, or make really impossible shots like Luke did in the Death Star trench, or even heal people like Rey did in the last movie?" she points out. "I mean. ...it's awful coincidental, you know? Maybe George Lucas just knew some people who were Jedi //here on Earth// when he made his movie."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, from what I understand.. some powers, especially when they are psionic.. or basically based in the brain.. can be shaped by the user's views and beliefs. If you -believe- your power works that way, then that's how it works." offers Heather. The blonde showing some brains at least. To a degree.

    But then she grins and shakes her head, "What does it matter what you call it, huh? Jedi it is! Though..." A pause before she adds, "A real lightsaber might be beyond even -our- current level of science."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Well... I hope not. Like I said - Spidey's gonna try to help me figure it out. And I plan to talk to Doctor Pym about it, too. He's really smart, and he helped me win the school's science fair this week. I figure - I mean. I could get a head start on my //next// science fair project, make a real lightsaber, and win again next year, //for sure//," she declares with excitement. "Lightsabers are way cooler than Ants of Unusual Size."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Biting her lip, Heather nods her head, "But.. if you plan to carry it and use it to be a superhero, are you sure you want it publicly known that you invented it?" she asks, "I mean, I assume you're going to put on a mask to protect your friends and family, right?" she asks.

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison opens her mouth. Then closes her mouth, looking striken. Then opens her mouth again. "People would go after my mom? You think so? And- and my little brother and sisters? I mean, they're just little kids!"
    She lets out a heavy sigh. "Awww... man."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Evil people will do evil things. Would a -Sith- go after them?" she asks. "Do you want a Sith to come for them?"

She asks this and then smiles, "I am -sure- that Mister Pym, or Spider-Man could help you come up with something equally awesome. Maybe a repulsorlift vehicle?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "They would," Madison admits with disappointment - and a bit of horror. Sure, she'd understood that fighting evil would put her in danger. ...but her family? //Damnit//.
    She grins at the thought of repulsorlift vehicles. "My mom does //not// want me on a speeder bike. She won't even let me get my driver's license yet."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "I didn't say you'd drive it. I tell you what... I'm damned near impervious to long lasting harm. What if I offered to show up and do the celebrity test drive for you?" asks Heather with a grin.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Sure!" Madison says brightly. "Assuming we can get one made. But that still doesn't solve the problem of how I'm going to get a lightsaber made, which - com'on. //Needs// to happen," she insists eagerly.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, I am not a tech guru. I just heal stupid fast, and lift heavy things. Oh, and I do PR for the Titans too because... " she shrugs, "I guess being a model kinda shoehorned me into that role. But still, I am -sure- that you'll have someone help you make it work. I would just be really REALLY careful. If you can get a -real- lightsaber, that could kill people without you even meaning to."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Well. That's why Spidey wants me to train with a wooden sword - yeah?" Madison points out. Then she adds quietly, and far more seriously, "I don't want to kill anyone, really. I mean... Jedi should protect. Not..." She trails off into silence for a moment, then gives a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm not a killer," she concludes simply.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Nodding her head, Heather says, "It's not like a sword. It has no weight, and you could hurt folks seriously by total accident. Are you -sure- that you want the responsibility of owning such a weapon? Maybe Spidey could make something -similar- that is locked into something like a stun setting?" she asks. "And believe me, I am proud of you for not wanting to kill. Nobody -should- ever want to kill. Remember Yoda's advice.. a Jedi uses the force for knowledge and defense."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "I always thought the idea of stun sabers was kind've dumb. I mean, that's not what they were supposed to do - in the early source material, yeah?" Madison points out. But there's hesitency in her expression, and in her words as she speaks. "...but I'd really rather stun people than chop their arms off or whatever," she points out quietly. "It's not like we have Star Wars prosthetics just lying around..."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Right. So maybe you could get one and only use it in emergencies. Maybe get a stun blaster?" asks Heather, "Or a stun baton? I know I saw one of those in a sourcebook somewhere. Maybe it was one of those Cracken books." she offers with a shrug, "Either way, I'm sure you could find ways to do what you are destined to do without turning to the dark side."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, I'm not turning to the dark side!" Madison says hastily. "No force chokes, no force lightning, none of that stuff," she insists almost desperately. "I mean - gosh. Can you imagine how much damage a Sith could do around here? Even worse if that Sith is //me,//" a shudder runs through the girl at the mere thought.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Remember, when you -are- force sensitive, you don't need to use evil powers to get dark side points." offers Heather. She tries to keep it in theme for the girl. "Anything you do badly, could put you on the road to the dark side. And.." she does her best Yoda impression, "Forever shall it dominate your destiny."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Well, it's not going to happen," Madison says pointedly. "Because I don't let myself be ruled by my emotions. I mean- usually. I mean, I figure it's okay having emotions - because people. Duh. It's when you //act// because of your emotions that it's a problem," she explains. "Don't you think? It can be hard to separate action and emotion, though," she complains with a sigh. "But the path of the Jedi isn't meant to be easy!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "You do Jedi. I'll do the emotion. My powers came from some fucked up combination of failed super soldier serums. So.. no force in -my- future. But.." And she grins as she steps over and plucks the bench off the ground.. the seven hundred pound stone bench.. like it was a paperweight. "This does help me get over not having the force."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Man, that is //cool//!" Madison says with excitement. "...the most I managed to life was my friend's fish tank," she admits. "And she wasn't very happy with me for that. I, umm, probably should have picked something else to practice on - admittedly. But I didn't drop it! It was //fine//!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "The only issue with this.." mutters Heather as she sets down the bench, "Is that the human body was not meant to be that strong. When I push my muscles, I basically shred'em painfully, and heal it almost instantly. Pain these days has just become ... well.. similar to annoyance. Tolerable, and not as bad as you might expect if you just put it out of your mind."

    That said, she steps back over, "So, if you do get a lightsaber, let's test it on me, eh? Not like arm lopping, but just cutting and such."

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison looks a little dubious. "Whatcha mean - //test// it on you?" she asks. "I mean, I figure we test it on a piece of butchered meat or something - to see what it does. And it's not like we could spar, unless we make two lightsabers. And really - sparring with lightsabers is supposed to be pretty dangerous, especially if you don't have the Force, too..." She frowns and lets out a sigh. "Lightsabers are real problematic, aren't they?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Sadly, yes. They are cool in concept, but in practice... they might be more trouble than they are worth. Think of this.. what would happen if a bad guy stole yours and used it himself?" asks Heather. "How would -you- feel?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Like - to kill people?" Madison asks in a quiet voice that probably gives the only answer she needs to give. That's a pretty gut-wrenching thought. "...maybe there's a way to make it so it doesn't work for other people?" she asks uncertainly. "A thumb print lock! Something like that. Yeah?" she suggests.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Now you're thinking. Safety is more important than anything else, right?" asks Heather. "I mean come on... the whole point of this is to help people, right?" she asks as she reaches to drape an arm about Madison's shoulders, and the other hand reaches down to scritch Bear.

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison nods her head immediately. "Yeah. I want to help. I don't want to get anyone hurt. Jedi are supposed to //defend//," she insists, as she leans up against the older girl - not seeming to mind the familiarity in the least - while Bear turns around to snuffle and lick at that hand - maybe looking for more hot dogs. What dog doesn't want more hot dogs?
    "Lots of super heroes have a lot of dangerous weapons, though. Don't they?"

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    "Some do, yes. Some -are- dangerous weapons. Control and safety are important. Even more important than learning how to use them to destroy. I mean... I can lift nine tons. Almost ten. Imagine how much harm I could do if I chose to. That's why it is so important that I Choose to exercise restraint and control."

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    "That's probably more than Doctor Pym's ants could do, huh? Ten tons. I mean, they're pretty strong - but they have restraint, too, I mean - some of those ants lifted me up and put me on their back for a ride. But when I measured their bite strength? Stronger than a great white! They couldda taken my leg //off//! ..but they didn't." That still amazes Madison - from the look on her features. "I didn't know ants were //that// strong. I mean - they're ants!"
    Really really big ants, apparently.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Giving a grin, Heather says, "Think of why they named the spell Ant Haul in Pathfinder." she states. "Ants are stupid strong. But I can lift a city bus. Imagine how much control Superman must have. It's a lot harder to -not- use your strength than it is to use it. Trust me."

    And then she laughs and says, "If I am hungry, I am -sure- Bear there is. Let me treat you two to lunch?" she asks as she gestures towards the hot dog cart down the way.

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    "The biggest ant - Henrietta - she broke the pressure gauge!" Madison exclaims. "...wanna see the picture?" she asks - pulling out her phone, and unlocking it to show a picture of Madison sitting on an ant the size of a pony. It's... well, it's ridiculous.
    "I wouldn't mind a hot dog. And Bear here - he belongs to my mom's friend. I'll have to bring him back, eventually. I'm sure he'd love another hot dog... Huh, Bear?" she asks - reaching out to pat the dog again.

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    Laughing, Heather turns and wanders off that-a-way. I mean sure, she's catching eyes in her skimpy workout clothes. But that's kinda her lot in life of late. Not many guys who first see her in person, do so without having seen her posted on the walls of garages, or in lockers. It gets to be annoying at times too.

    But she bounces up to the vendor and holds out her debit card. It was in a little mini-fannypack she keeps on one wrist. "Two for my new friend Madison. Two for Bear. That's bear, isn't he adorable?!" she exclaims as she indicates the dog. "You can hold off on the buns for him. And half a dozen for me please. With everything." A pause, "Oh, and three waters please."

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    "You can eat //six// hot dogs?" Madison asks - sounding awed before she adds hastily, "One's fine for me, really. My mom gets real upset with me if I eat too much," she makes a face, "'junk food.' Hey, did you ever read the Shel Silversteen poem about the hot dog with everything?" she asks - grinning broadly. "That man could write a poem. You know?" She happily accepts and juggles the three hot dogs for her and Bear, along with the two waters, as Heather gets her own food - then she starts leading the way back to the bench - with Bear dancing eagerly along.
    HOT DOGS HOT DOGS HOT DOGS!
    Once she's settled onto the bench, she tears off little chunks and tosses them for the dog to dart after excitedly.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Six? This is just a snack. Part of my problem with my powers. Just having them means I need to fuel them. And I can't heal if I don't have enough calories and proteins to make the new tissue grow." offers Heather. But she pays happily and takes a plate of hot dogs over to where Bear and Madison sit. "Maybe I should've asked for chili dog toppings for Bear to gorge on." she thinks aloud.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Nah - Bear's happy with this. //Look// at him," Madison points out - beaming at the dog as he bounds after the food she continues to toss between bites. "Spidey and Squirel Girl both ate a lot too," she muses thoughtfully. "But I guess - well. They're been practicing and exercising more than I do. I gues that's... well. A habit I've got to learn."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "If you are serious about exercise, I could work with you. Before I got these powers, I still had to work out a lot to do modeling. I mean... everyone wants a flat tummy, and it's not easy to get one without work, right?" she asks. "Especially if you like hot dogs."

    That said, she reaches over, pinches off a piece of hot dog for bear, and tosses it up to let him catch it in the air. "He is good." she remarks.

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    "When he isn't stealing my backpack!" Madison quips. She smiles at Heather as she adds, "I'd like some help training and exercising - sure. I mean, Spidey offered, too. I was like 'but aren't you awful busy?' But he said he if helps train more people who want to help, you know, stop the bad stuff from happening... Then it's less work for him in the //long// term, even if it is more work now," sne points out, before taking another bite of her hot dog.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Sure, and I've met Spidey. He seems cool. But..." Heather shrugs, "No offense to him, but he's a guy. He'll never understand the different muscles us girls use to get different results. If you know what I mean." she adds, "But he'll probably be good enough. No harm in having two workout partners, eh?" she adds with a wink as she takes a large bite and begins chewing like a chipmunk, with full cheeks.

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    "Are they different?" Madison asks with puzzlement - and curiousity. "I mean. I thought human anatomy was pretty much the same except for, umm, a few... key... bits." Is she blushing? Yes. She's blushing - and she takes a big bite of her hotdog to cover for it.
    After she swallows, she pulls out her phone - which has the image of a 'game' called 'Spider's Web' on the desk top. The 'game,' of course, is a cover for Spider-man's 'Spider-comm' system.
    "Should I, umm, put your number in my address book or something...?" she asks, offering the phone, and waitins curiously to see if the other woman would recognize the app.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Chuckling, Heather shakes her head, "Oh my. Yes, there -are- differences. From the bone structure to how one angles things. I mean... for one thing, pectoral muscles work a bit differently for us. Especially since we have pesky bulges on the fronts of ours. Also, our hips are differently shaped than a man's, and the same leg workout won't be exactly the same for us."

    It seems that she doesn't recognize the app. She has a Titans comm herself. Never needed to ask Spidey for digits. But she whips out her own super modern Starkphone and says, "Hasselhoff. Please share my number with the nearest phone." Yes, she named her variation of Ciri.. Hasselhoff. And the weirdest part is.. it's his voice that says, "On it Heather."

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    Madison starts to giggle - as she waits for the information to show up on her phone. She makes sure it's saved properly before she asks, "So - did you ever see him in Jekyll and Hyde?" There's an amused grin on her features - before she shoves the last of her hot dog in her mouth, and chases that with some of her water. Mmmmm. That was good.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Let's be honest, I have seen EVERYTHING he has done. Good and bad." offers Heather. "When he was younger.. hubba hubba." she states before she shrugs and puts away her phone. The ringtone? Of course, Knight Rider's themesong. Text tone? The kitt redeye back and forth sound.

    Either way, she scarfs down another hot dog. It really makes other women jealous that she can eat like three frat boys and not get fat. It annoys her that she -needs- to. If she wasn't rich, she couldn't afford it.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "He ruined the Confrontation song," Madison remarks mournfully. "I mean, in his defense - it's a hard song. But... //ruined// it." She shakes her head, and takes another drink of her water - then holds out the other cup for Bear to lap from. "Who's a good little monster? You are. You furry little beast," she sing-songs at the dog.