7141/Stereotypes: Fact or Fiction

Stereotypes: Fact or Fiction
Date of Scene:	30 July 2021
Location:	Queens Giant Garden
Synopsis:	A random encounter has a few people talking about stereotypes, and then one seems to be verified about New York politeness.
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Jessica Jones, Helena Shepherd, Blake Riviere

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June Connor has posed:
    It's pretty hot, not that it keeps people in NYC from having to do their business, walk to and from their respective locations, but it does mean that those who want to visit the park mostly keep to the shady areas. Which makes the Queen's Giant a pretty good place to be visiting. The trees create a canopy for relieving the hard sunlight, the oldest tree in New York presiding over the wooded area. It's a good place to get away on a hot day because there are less people here, and a good place for June to count her...winnings from a hard evening of work. She sits at the edge of the koi pond, a loose brown tank top with some indie band hanging off her scrawny frame, revealing several tattoos underneath it, and cut off blue jean shorts that are only visible because her knees are drawn up as she thumbs through an arrangement of bills in her hands. Of course, one most notable tattoo is that of a red handprint on her left shoulder, scarlet ink like blood.

Jessica Jones has posed:
It's hot, so for once, Jessica isn't wearing her leather jacket, only keeping to the black tank top. She is sitting in the shade, by the koi pond, sipping from a starbucks cup that doesn't seem to hold any hot beverage, considering how readily she sips from it. Her eyes are set on the koi in the pond, and she doesn't seem to be entirely there, as if she's lost in thoughts.

But after a few moments, she looks around her surrounding, spotting June and quipping at her, "holding bills out like this is a recepie for theft. You're essentially asking for it..." and if that wasn't enough, she also has to comment, "that a tattoo, or did someone slap you silly?"

Helena Shepherd has posed:
Even amidst a crowd of people, Helena kind of stands out. It's not her mousy unkempt hair or basic white girl next door looks... it is the lab coat. Sure there may be medical professionals that go out in scrubs, but likely not many choose to leave with a lab coat on where she wears it as though it is part of her. Even though it's hot, and she's tugging at her bluse like it is sticky... and probably is. She stops as she sees the other two women making slightly more of a scene than others who might be in the area and tips her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, just watching for now.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Classic, beautiful and quiet...the perfect place to relax for Blake Riviere. Of course, she was hardly a stranger to spending her time in night clubs and populated places when seeking a meal, but requiring a little blood didn't get rid of one's enjoyment of a little nature.

The idea of a Vampiress out enjoying the sun is probably a little strange, but Blake wasn't exactly a typical blood-sucker. Wrapped in a deep red tank top and a short black skirt with her hair tied tight behind her head, a lazy pace through the garden had her drawing the the peace of the pond right in time to catch Jessica's comment.

"That would be so braizen, no?" she speaks up, French tones hanging on her words.

June Connor has posed:
    June doesn't look at Jessica in response at first, still thumbing through, and she winces, as if trying not to lose count from being spoken to. She pauses, backs up a few bills. "Dammit." Yep, lost count.

    Her eyes shift to look at the interrupter. "Yeah, pretty braizen," she agrees with Blake, "But if you can take'm, you can give it your best shot, out here in the woods, nobody even see you, right?" she challenges, and waggles the stack of bills. But she stays casually seated in the grass. Who carries that much cash these days, anyway? She spots Helena as well. "Even a doctor here that you can get patched up by afterward," she says with a malicious grin.

Helena Shepherd has posed:
Tilting her head to one side, Helena responds, "Not that kind of doctor." She shrugs, "But I'll do in a pinch. Just don't kill each other." She stretches, looking around the park, then at each woman in turn. "Dont worry, short of that... I won't interfere." Her contralto is quiet, but near toneless beyond it's rather melodic elements. She counds... almost robotic in her current response and her expression is entirely blaise.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Excuse me, but who..." Jessica offers at Blake's interjection, offering little else, the knowing would complete the sentence on their own without help. She smirks at June agrees on the other hand, "...suit yourself, still dumb to be holding out bills in the open. It's just asking to be robbed." Another sip and she leans back on the bench, "...the fish have it easy..."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"A curious spectator I suppose," Blake shrugs to Jessica's unfinished question that was indeed mentally completed, but June's response is what truely brings a light laugh to her lips and a light shake of her head. "And here I thought people coming to a place like this were seeking peace and relaxation..."

Lazily turning her gaze to the fish, although a light quirk of her brow suggests she doesn't quite seem to get the comment on the ease of fish existance.

June Connor has posed:
    June grins again, one of those 'I know something you don't' kind of grins at Jessica's response. It's not like she earned these honestly. "Nah," she tells Blake, "It's New York, nobody's got nothin' to say to each other if it's not snarky." She starts counting again, thumbing through the bills, and pauses. She looks at Jessica carefully, and chews on her lower lip. "Do I know you?" she asks. Of course, last time she had her tattoos covered by makeup, and had her hair bleached blonde, not to mention there were fewer piercings that were adorned when she was hanging on the arm of the older guy at the charity event.

Helena Shepherd has posed:
"The world is a dangerous place," respons Helena, seemingly to Blake by tone and orientation. She looks down a little, asking Jessica "Is this seat taken?" as she stands close to the bench but remains outside of what could be considered a rude sphere of space around the other woman. "Peace and relaxation. Well, I suppose. More like introspection and seeking direction. But this is just a pit stop for me anyway." She looks to June, "So... New York lives up to its reputation, then? Fascinating... I was sure that was a sterotype like we Southerners all being barefoot and primitive."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"She has that right," Jessica notes to Blake, before shaking her head at June, "I doubt it, but if all your friends have matching tattoos like that, maybe you will...sooner or later," Jessica offers flippantly, and goes back to sipping from her starbucks cup. At least it doesn't seem like Jessica recognizes June as the hot blonde getting in trouble with a rich asshole.

"Feel free," Jessica offers to Helena to sit by her side, though if Helena does sit close to Jessica she might sense the strong smell of alcohol from Jessica's immediate vicinity, quesitonable whether from Jessica herself or that Starbucks in her hand.

"Hey, peace and relaxation is what I'm all about."

Blake Riviere has posed:
June and Helena's exchange earns a light laugh, a lazy wave of her hand before she gestures to herself. "Believe me, there are enough stereotypes to go around," she offers in her accented words.

No seat of her own, Blake lazily lowers herself to the grass, legs together and resting lounging on her side by the water.

Jess? She earns another little quiet giggle from her words. "Oh yes, it practically radiates from you."

June Connor has posed:
    When Jessica comments on her tattoo, it clicks for June. "Oh shit. You're..." nope, she can't say that out loud in case Jessica really doesn't remember. She looks almost like she's going to laugh as she realizes the situation. She just points at Jessica a few times, and shakes her head. "Shit," she gives a passive waggle of her eyebrows with no particular target.

     She gets to her feet, dusting the grass off her rear, and stuffs the wad of money in her front pocket. "Stereotypes come from somewhere," she says to Helena with a shrug. "People hate that half the time stereotypes are right. Other half they are just used to fuck people over because of the first half."

Helena Shepherd has posed:
Indeed, Helena does sit herself beside Jessica. Probably close enough to smell the alchohol, though she makes no outward indicator of it and she doesn't sit close enough to make things uncomfortable, either, as though she is keeping an intentional distance between herself and everyone else. Her own accent is as bland as her tone, and to one degree or another her appearance. The latter, however, is more to her not brushing her hair and using the bare minimum of makeup than any lack of beauty. "Stereotypes are first impressions based on small, unscientific, sample sizes applied to much larger groups that have plenty of individual members who never fit them," she responds to June as she raises her eyes to the other woman before they are obscured by the light of scintillating over the lenses of her glasses. "Fucking with people is all they are good for."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Something funny to you...?" Jessica asks June, "do I amuse you?" Another sip of her cup, eyes not shifting from June, studying her very closely. "You seem familiar," she finally remarks, without adding anything else.

"Fucking with people get people fucked," Jessica offers some of her unfathomably deep wisdom, no doubts the Sages of Kun-Lun would be proud.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Sure enough, the exchange between Jess and June does hold her gaze for a few moments before she turns back towards it's Helena's comment is the one she actually responds to.

"I mean, I would tend to agree. There are vastly different people out there. That is half the fun of it all."

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, do I?" June asks, seeming to be actually amused by Jessica's subtle recognition. Screw it, maybe this could end up in her favor. "I might've been blonde," she offers as a hint. The lady didn't seem to mind going toe to toe with Elektra, so she can't be all that bad.

    "Somebody told me first impressions were usually right." She shrugs, having no actual source to quote. She begins casually walking from the opposite side of the pond around toward where the others are. "I guess that makes me mostly an asshole," she shrugs.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I knew it!" Jessica snaps all of a sudden, before downing the rest of her Starbucks, squishing the cup to no end and tossing it into a nearby trash can, hey, she's a good shot! Getting up, Jessica looks up and down June, before scoffing, "not even of age yet," and just like that she starts stomping away, "that FUCKING BITCH!" Yes, she remembers completely, and she has a big issue with someone being used the way June was. That's it, she doesn't even bother to linger and say anything else, she has a very important date, and a certain Ms. Natchios is about to regret not being on vacation in Greece or something today.

Blake Riviere has posed:
The outburst is...surprising, enough to have Blake rolling onto her behind and watching the P.I. storm off with plenty of wrath about her.

Huh.

More would be said, but a soft tune from the small purse she'd carried with her had the vampiress retrieving her phone. Mystic abilities or not, modern technology was great.

"Oh, it seems I have a date myself, hopefully one more pleasent than the one I expect she is headed to..." Blake offers, raising a pointing hand toward the parting Jessica before returning her gaze to the other women.

Climbing to her feet and offering a light nod, the raven-haired woman makes to depart the garden with a lazy wave. "Enjoy you rest and relaxation!"

June Connor has posed:
    As Jessica storms off, and Blake heads out as well, June gives a sardonic grin. "Told you, we're all assholes here in New York," she says to Helena. "Looks like I just made a new mess. That'll be my cue to bug out as well." She gives a mock salute to Helena. "On to the next tragedy."

Helena Shepherd has posed:
Smirking, just the faintest hint of an expression, Helena responds "All people are assholes. New York can not possibly have a moonopoly on that." She fans herself by tugging at her blouse again, yet makes no move to take off her lab coat. "Mmmph. I should get back on the road myself."