715/Massacre at the Met! Mixed-Up Pickles Involved! (Film at 11)

Massacre at the Met! Mixed-Up Pickles Involved! (Film at 11)
Date of Scene:	23 March 2020
Location:	Metropolitan Museum of Art
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Billy Batson, Beatriz da Costa, Bette Kane, Kyani Kohanna

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Billy Batson has posed:
The Met is not very crowded on a rainy afternoon. Billy Batson trudges about, notebook and pencil in hand. "Stupid school assignment. Stupid Freddy won't come with. He's probably looking at pictures of Ms. Fire and making kissy faces at them. Anyway, let me go over my notes on this doggone artwork."

Billy still has the teenager's ability to ignore anything not concerning him immediately. He doesn't notice the little man darting about and around people, whispering furtively, "Mc Gurk? Mc Gurk? Goddamit where ya hidin'" Billy collides with the little man and immediately apologizes, "Sorry... sir! I'm taking notes and..." Butthe little man rushes by still calling softly, " Mc Gurk?"

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    As a visual artist herself, albeit using the canvas of cloth on human bodies, Bea finds herself drawn frequently to art galleries and museums for inspiration. The Met is a bit stodgy a venue, but its hall of portraiture does have lots of very good reference on fashion over the ages if you know how to look at it. So she's there with her sketchbook and a set of pencil crayons with a bewildering count of colours, pausing every so often to jot down her inspirations as they leap out at her from the paintings.
    Oddly her designs that are coming out don't often seem to relate to the painting she's looking at.
    The little man comes rushing by, asking for his 'Mack Gurk', running into Bea while she's crouching to sketch, knocking her sketchbook to the floor.
    "Hey!" she protests, but is ignored. She sighs, picks up the book, and continues sketching, muttering dour things to herself.

Bette Kane has posed:
Why her? Bette is powering through to graduation day, and today has thrown her to the winds and sent her around to try and wrap up work in a class that she's ONLY taking because they told her that she JUST HAD TO TAKE. So there she is, her own note...what. No. She's using her phone to take notes, and seems absorbed in sorting out exactly what she's doing as part of her work.

QWith her attention down on her phone she doesn't see the incoming man until she smacks into him and goes down near where Beatriz had a very similar experience.

Billy Batson has posed:
There's a commotion, then screams then a stampede from an adjacent gallery as people begin running. Heavy footsteps follow and a 12 foot tall statue of a man in a toga comes into view, driving the people before him. Bea da Costa looks up from her pad in time to get knocked down, pencils flying akimbo. Others fall as well.

Billy finds a safe spot behind a statue until he sees others, in particular Ms. da Costa's plight he yells "Shazam" and the lightning answers. Shazam streaks from the suddenly too small niche to grab Bea and fly right back to the niche, which is too small.

"Sahazam!" Billy is back... holding Bea across his chest... with difficulty.

Kyani Kohanna has posed:
    The Met is one of the more upscale places to deliver to, granted there isn't a lot they do deliver here, but when Mack does, Kyani is the one to do it. Appearing suddenly, out of one fo the buidlings, Kyani stretches out and yawns. He is about to run again but his stomach growls loudly to a point a few people passing by gives him a funny look. "Ha, ha, ha." he laughs as he looks around. "Yeah now truck vendors aroumd." he mumbles.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    Well ... that's not something you see every day. A statue. Moving. It takes a while to register, so unused to the weirdness that is the heroic lifestyle is she after a few years of inactivity, that she just stares.
    Then the thunder.
    Then she's being dragged off and out of the way faster than her mind can keep up with.
    Then she's lying on top of Billy who's struggling to deal with her weight.
    Then her pencils get crushed under the weight of the statue, right where she'd only recently been sprawled on the floor.
    "Thank you ..." She turns to see her benefactor and freezes a moment. "Uh ... Billy?"

Bette Kane has posed:
12 foot tall statues are something of an unusual event. Bette's mouth drops open and her eyes widen as she takes a moment to try and grasp just what is happening as she scrambles to her feet. It doesn't take her long before she's moving away from the statue the same as everyone else is.

At a very normal speed, in fact. She's dressed in her civvies, and didn't come prepared, which probably would get her mark downs in the super hero test if anyone who knew who she was happened to be near by. Thankfully, no one she knows seems to see her failure as she scrambles for an alcove to hide in.

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson struggles with Bea on top of him, "Could you... you know, lightning. If I called it it'd hit you right in the a... hahahaha. Hey watch out for the sprinklers. If you, you know, whoosh?

The statue walks up to the little man as the gallery empties out, except for the few heroes remaining. "Mc Gurk ya mook! Where ya been? Wha... you met some friends? Bring 'em along. The more the merrier. I wonder where that dope, Superman got to..." Billy starts struggling to get out from under Bea. "Why that little... mutter mutter mumble... why does everyone look for flipping Superman. Shazam just saved y... can you let me up please?"

Kyani Kohanna has posed:
    Kyani is hungry damn'it. "Where are the food vendors, I know these damn people eat." he says and again a few glares this time. He shrugs and begins walking down the steps. Then he hears all the commotions, and he sees a statue. Quirking a brow and he begins moving towards the statue and he rubs the back o fhis head. "Seriously, first the Statue of Liberty and now this." he sighs. Rubbing his face he looks around trying to see who's the call of this.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    Bea struggles clear of Billy and gives him room to Shazam. Her eyes are already taking in the scene and analyzing. One strange woman aside, the civilians are out. There's that irritating, rude short man from earlier. There's a classical statue he's talking to that's moving around. This will be over before the kid has to get involved.
    And she won't even have to flame out.
    "HEY YOU!" she shouts at the statue. "YOUR ANKLE'S ON FIRE!"
    It's not, of course. It can't. Stone doesn't burn. But it sure melts when ultra-hot green plasma pours out of her imperiously pointed finger and spills over said ankle.
    Except ... no, it doesn't melt. It shatters as superheated air pockets in some flaws rapidly expand, bringing the statue crashing to the ground.
    She smugly dusts her hands off, turning to Billy, starting to say, "Mission accom..." when a bronze modern statue that looks rather like a collection of bailing wire tied to sticks grabs her from behind and wraps her, starting to squeeze.

Bette Kane has posed:
"What.." Bette's head pops out from the little alcove she tucked herself into, careful to not knock down the nice stone bust tucked in there. Which only goes about two seconds without calamity when she jerks back in surprise at the exploding ankle, and crashing statue. The bust gets knocked down, and shatters, and then Bette is scrambling out of her spot.

She's heading for the little guy right up until she gets tackled by a headless Greek statue that came out of one of the other rooms, sending them both crashing to the ground. This one is at least only slightly larger then your average person.

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson glares at the little man and yells, "Shazam!" Nothing happens. "C'mon, did I stutter! SHA-ZAM!"

The little man tsks and wags a finger. "Uh-uh-uh li'l Superman clone. I caught your act. Today's forecast: clear and sunny!" He turns to Bea and says to the statue, "Hey, Gambino! Behave wit'that Latin bombshell. I hate violence! Cuddling is okay." He produces a stogie from his suit and lights up.

Kyani Kohanna has posed:
    Kyani moves through the throngs of people and moving in closer to where the statue is and whoever is controlling it. He is slowly taking in the scene, not wanitng to rush in, he narrows his eyes a little bit. "What's going on?" he calls out towards the statue not worried if it sees him. "What are yoou doing here?" he asks simply.

Billy Batson has posed:
The little man sneers, puffing smoke from a self lighting cigar it seems. "Leave me explain. Mr. Mix-Yes-Spit-Lick here or Myx if ya prefer. I'm a fifth dimensional being, who usually mess with Superman. Can't find him this time. You can hurt me, It'd be like me trying to capture you by drawing a circle 'round your tootsies. I can do nearly anything I can think of. But... I'm a betting man. If you can get me to write my name or say it backwards, I will depart."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    Bea groans as she hears the description. "Oh, that asshole!" she grunts, trying to struggle free of her abstract statue octopus thing. "This guy is a complete idiot! He thinks he can do anything, but he can't!"
    Stubbornly she refuses to turn into flame. NOT ANOTHER OUTFIT! NOT TODAY! Plus she has her sketch pad with her!
    "WOULD YOU GET OFF ME YOU HUNK OF METAL CRAP!?"
    With that ill-tempered burst flames lance out of her eyes and start slicing off statue tendrils one at a time.

Bette Kane has posed:
Being landed on by a statue, no matter how normal sized it might be, is like being landed on by a ton of bricks.

Get it?

Bette has the wind, and possibly the sense, knocked out of her for a few moments. But when she gets enough breath she wheezes out, "What is your name backwards....?"

Billy Batson has posed:
Billy Batson says angrily, "We can't even spell your crazy name. The wager isn't fair. That lady getting groped by the torso is right!"

That does take Myx a little aback. "Never say I am unfair. Here ya go kiddies. Some remedial edu-ma-cayshun." He gestures and dunce caps appear on everyone's heads. He makes another gesture and fiery letters appear above his head: Mxyzptlk! "There! Ya big dummies."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    "The reason he gives that challenge is that he's abnormal!" Bea snarls, struggling with her abstract bronze octopus. "He doesn't realize normal people can say their own names forward and backward!" She grunts a bit as her octopus clocks her in the jaw, causing her temper to flare and hands to melt the statue further as she extricates herself. "Beatriz da Costa! Atsoc ad Zirtaeb! It's easy! Go ahead, everybody. Show him how easy it is for you to say your name forward and backward. HE CAN'T! Because he's incompetent. He has a brain defect, which is why his people send him down here instead of letting him hang out with them!"
    The grabby statue finally gets melted into uselessness, unable to grab her anymore.
    The pool of molten bronze, however, does trigger the sprinklers...

Kyani Kohanna has posed:
    Kyani listens with his hands in his pockets and he's canted to the side a little, "So we have to get you to write your name backwards." he says as he looks Myx. Looking to Bea, he shakes hsi head and then to Bette and Billy. "You guys doing alright?" he asks concern is etched on his face. He's never heard of this guy that's talking to them but if he's gone up against Superman, this isn't going to be easy. Taking out a pen and paper and spells out the name. He thinks on this for a moment.

    When Bea escapes, he nods his head, "Kyani Kohanna, backwards it's Annahok, Inayk." he says looking to the little guy.

Bette Kane has posed:
"Oh..." Bette does her best to get out from under the statue, but reality is, she's just human. An athletic human, but just human. So there's a lot of flailing and grabbing at the floor with her fingertips that gets her no where.

But the name thing? She stops her struggling to chime in, "Bette Kane is Enak Etteb backwards."

Billy Batson has posed:
"Not going to work," he takes a another puff. "I can say it either way, I choose not to. You are supposed to make m..." His reply is cut off as Billy, his face red with anger gives him a sharp kick right in the... hyperspheres? With a bwah, the little man falls backward, drops his cigar and lands behind the flaming letters. "You stupid brat! That was a Cuban! You can't hurt me. Imma turn you into... into... aww crap." He is looking at his name, in fire... from behind.

Billy has a pretty chilling expression for someone so young and innocent. "Don't. Call. Me. Super. MAN! Oh bye the way... you can see your name backwards in the copper pool (yikes hot) and the water pools so you are SCREWED." He stops on the cigar.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    Bea just huddles, wet, under the sprinkler she activated, before looking up at Mixed-Up-Pickles. "Let's test that 'can't be hurt' thing," she snarls, shortly before flame launches from her eyes. And open mouth. And hands. Five beams of intensely hot plasma converging on the diminutive dimwit in the blink of an eye.

Bette Kane has posed:
"I'm okay!" Bette calls, a bit belatedly to Kyani's question about if she is alright. When Bea goes bright as hell, she ducks her head and tries to shield her eyes from the glare.

Without looking up she calls out, "Is he gone?!" Please be gone...

Billy Batson has posed:
Myx glares all around. "You... I will be back and I will have my revenge! Hahahahahaha, kidding. You got me fair and square and... I got better things ta do. N hard feelings. He gestures and the statues are restored (even Gambino). The soprinklers are off.

Myx folds himself in a way that hurts the eyes and is gone.

Billy goes over to Fire and holds out his jacket for her. "Here Ms. da Costa he didn't repair your... I mean your top is still..." He trails off and looks in a neutral direction from the very wet Brasilean woman. and is blushing furiously.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
    "Thanks," Bea says, covering up not for her own benefit but for Billy's. People have seen more of her than this in photo shoots and on the catwalk. "I really hate that guy," she adds. "Back in my JL days, reading about him gave me hives. Little smartass."
    She goes across and gazes mournfully at her sodden sketchbook. "Oh well, I'll just start over again. I'd only got a half-dozen designs deep."

Kyani Kohanna has posed:
    Kyani walks over to the others, checking ot make sure everyone is ok. He sighs a little bit having seen what has happened. "Well that was different." Kyani walks over to Bea and gives her his jacket, "Here you can use this for now if you like." he tells her.