7446/Big Bob's Burgers... Yum.

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Big Bob's Burgers... Yum.
Date of Scene: 19 August 2021
Location: Big Belly Burger's
Synopsis: Lunch break at Big Belly seems to be really popular!
Cast of Characters: Xiomara Rojas, Bando George, Madison Evans, Billy Batson, Virgil Hawkins




Xiomara Rojas has posed:
No matter the time of day, there was nothing wrong with one of Big Bob's Burgers. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, it really didn't matter, all that fast food loving grease, with a side of fries, who could pass that up? Officially, Xiomara didn't need to eat, but she was a growing teenager and burgers were pretty darn perfect.

Sitting /on/ one of the booths, because they are not designed for someone of her size, she is patiently waiting for her Double Cheese Bob Burger and large fries, in her hand is her large coke... even though in her hand it looks more like a small.

Bando George has posed:
    Fwump. Bando's teleportation is never noisy, really, though it is audible. It's lunch hour and he got a tip from a little old lady he helped with her air conditioner yesterday! Huzzah! His powers drop him perfectly in the middle of the small establishment, causing a slight jump from some who were nearby.

    Though he's not been at the school long, his rather loud personality and lack of shyness in most smaller social situations has meant that he's no lack of people who know his name, even if he can't always remember everyone elses. "Eric!" he declares. Yes, the day shift at Big Belly's is definitely a group he's familiar with. "Can I get a double stack big belly and fries! And a milkshake. Oh, and a large coke...err, Dr. Pepper coke. Not Coca-cola coke."

    "Sure thing, Bando," Eric answers, and soon he's rung up. Bando bounces on his toes, glancing around, and he spots Xiomara sitting up on the booth. "Whoa! Hey, I've seen you!" he announces, quickly changing to 'introduction mode'. He walks to her with the casual demeanor as if they've been friends for years, "I don't know your name, but I've seen you in the halls. You're really tall," he comments on the obvious. "I'm Bando. Bando George!" He shoves his hand out to shake, seeming unintimidated by her physique, hairstyle, or wardrobe. As if he's never met an enemy.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
That was an impressive entrance, and it only got the napkin holder picked up, not thrown at him. Xiomara did an excellent job of controlling herself, she's earned herself some kind of reward. She'd worry about that later because no sooner had she set the napkin holder back on the table, then the guy who just popped in was screaming his order and walking her way.

In the back of her mind were all the non-quip, blunt, possibly rude things she would normally say, but this guy earned at least a moment of semi-nice to determine if she liked him or not.

"Really," she snorts. "I'm tall... ya just gotta state that for the record?" One brow lifts as she asks that, then she remembers she's being nice. "Right... I'm Xiomara, call me Xio. Yeah, I'm tall, and getting taller, I'm also heavy and like to punch things. I seem to remember seeing you at the school, your new, right?"

Bando George has posed:
    There is a sheepish grin as she calls out that he felt the need to announce her height. "Sorry, I sometimes just say stuff," he says, as if that is his full defense of his comment. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. I'm just like...average tall," he pulls back his hand when she doesn't take it, and gauges his own height, as if there was some invisible ruler he was testing himself against.

    "Yeah I'm new," he confesses. "Just started like, last minute before the start of the school year. Managed to convince my parents this place was the most awesome school around for people with powers." He gives a smug 'yeah I did that' grin with the claim. "Why do you like punching things?" he asks. "You aren't going to punch me, right? Are you a boxer? Wait, do we have boxing at the school? I bet you'd be awesome at it. You could be a national champion or something!" Her illustrious exploits are already sealed apparently with that simple statement, a big grin of pride for her across his face.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
It wasn't that she wanted to be entirely rude, it was more that Xiomara wasn't a hand shaking kind of person. She doesn't do the warm fuzziness of touching until she actually know someone better. To make up for the lack of a shake, she gestures to the booth across from her.

"Go a head and have a seat," she offers, then sets her soda on the table. "Sorry bout the no shaking, just not a warm fuzzy person. As for punching," she grins rather broadly. "I like to do it because I can, and I'm good at it, and it makes me money. I don't know if the school does boxing or not, but I can't compete with humans. The last human I punched spend two months in the hospital, so... that's right out, though I will tell you, that a-hole deserved it. It's not my fault that he went through the brick wall, that was totally on him."

A wink is offered his way at that last part, then she watches Eric bring out her order, and Bando's at the same time. Odd how that worked, but she doesn't seem to care. A fry from her own food is taken and devoured before she speaks again.

"No, I ain't gonna punch ya less ya piss me off."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando seems largely unaffected by the decline to the shake. "That's okay," he says, grabbing his tray. He bows his head without a word, and takes several seconds to quietly bless his food. The quietest he's been since walking in.

    When he's done, he lifts his head again. "So the hospital? Wow, he musta done something pretty intense to earn that kind of attack," he supposes aloud. He grabs the burger with both hands and takes a nice big bite, gushing condiments onto his hands, and chews contendedly. "I guesh ash a mutant, jere'sh shtuff shat not fair if we compete," he agrees as he speaks around his bite, having no concept in his mind that her powers may come from another source. He swallows, and wipes mustard from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Like, can you imagine if I was in the hundred meter dash? That' be crazy unfair. Though I guess I teleport, if I just ran it wouldn't be unfair. But you get what I mean."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara sits there just staring at him as he goes quiet to do something, she has no clue what that is, or why he's doing it, but he went quiet so she stays quiet munching on her fries.

"Nah, I'm not a mutant," she answers, once he starts talking again and implies it. "I'm Czarnian." This is said like he should just know.

"I got super strength, invulnerable to attacks, regenerate, can smell you from a mile away, if I want to... you know, generally not mutant, more alien." She takes a bite of her burger and just savors it, chewing and enjoying the flavors even though not a single bite is needed. Once she's washed it down with a drink of coke, a real coke, not that fake stuff, she sets the burger back down.

"You're the first teleporter I've ever met, what's it like to... you know... just be some place else like that?"

Bando George has posed:
    The concept takes a moment to process. "Alien. Whoa. Wait..." still holding his burger, he lifts his arm to sniff his arm pit. Yes. He put on deodorent. "I don't stink, do I?" he asks, looking mildly worried. He showered! He's clean! "Teleporting, right, well, I dunno, it's actually not too disorienting for some reason. Imagine like..."

    He puts down his burger, and grabs the mayo and ketchup from the table. He squirts out some of each, and uses a fry to mix it together. "Like, see how this all swirls?" he comments. "The whole world looks like that for just a split second. Like a disco cut in a movie or something." But it's not weird, because I already know what it looks like where I'm going...Usually. Sometimes I mess it up. And I can teleport other things, which is super handy when doing superhero stuff." Yeah, just like that, he's claiming to be a superhero.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara laughs rather hard when he sniffs himself, she was totally not expecting that.

"Gods, you don't smell bad," she laughs, shaking her head a little. "You smell fine, that was... so classic. Do it again."

Now she watches his demonstration, not a single part of it making sense really, but a part in the back of her mind seems to grasp it and lock on. She will consider it more indepth later, now that she has the general idea. "So you can teleport people around, and yourself, Mister Superhero? Is that your goal then, to save the world?"

Bando George has posed:
    "Well, yeah," he shrugs. "God gave me a super power. Only reason would be so I could use it to praise him," he says, as if the rationale should be self-explanatory to anyone. "I mean, I can do other stuff besides just be a super hero, but..." he shrugs with a grin. "That's the coolest thing I can think of to do with it, honestly." He sets his jaw. "I know I CAN teleport other people. But sometimes things..."Happen?" Very specific. "Like, sometimes things don't come out of the teleportation the way they went in. I'm usually fine teleporting myself, worst that's happened to me is I changed colors for a few minutes. But there was this spider? It was like, made out of string suddenly when I teleported it. Crazy, right? It seemed to be fine. But I would never be able to forgive myself if I teleported someone and their guts were inside out or something. So I usually stick to inanimate objects. Or me."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Well that decided that, she was not going anywhere teleporty with Bando, nope she would stick walking and her motorcycle.

"Okay, noted..." Xiomara then comments, whoaing softly to herself. "I think you should stick to inanimate objects as well. I mean I could probably regenerate, but um... most can't."

Another bite of the burger while she mills over this God thing. Humans on this planet really seemed attached to the invisible entity in the sky, but she's never known someone who actually believed this God gave them their powers. This was another new thing.

"I gotta ask," she finally says, once the bite is swallowed. "If this God gave you your powers, how do you explain someone like me, or other aliens? I don't know much about the Christian God, or any god for that matter."

Bando George has posed:
    "Yeah," he agrees. He takes a bite out of the stirring fry, and then grabs a few more. Yes, ketchup and mayo, a truly refined palette. His brow quirks curiously. "How do I explain you?" he asks, as if he doesn't know what to explain. "God made the whole universe," he answers. "It's not like he's limited to making one race. If I made a universe that's as big as...well, the universe, I'd probably fill it up with lots of races, too! Wouldn't you? God made everything for his glory," he explains, quickly shifting into a rather theological gear. Something seems to come over him. His haphazard unfocused nature suddenly becomes like a laser on the topic. It's clear that this is a pretty important thing to him.

    "Everything is made for his glory, which means all of the things in the universe are made to point to him and how frickin' awesome he is. Whether it be a little ant or some super giant space alien whale or something. If that's a thing, maybe you know. And everything in this universe falls short of his awesomeness, meaning no matter how big and strong someone is, or powerful, or smart, or whatever, there's still a need for something greater. Something beyond us. And that's who he is." Is he evangelizing? It's possible.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara sits there listening, staring at him while she holds a fry in her hand. She's not certain how he got to preaching, but that is what he was doing, which really just told her how strong is faith in the invisible entity was. Now, at this point in time she knew she had two choices. One, go along with it, let him believe whatever it was he believed but make it understood that was his belief, not hers. Or two, squish that believe so hard beneath the heel of her boot that there might even be some blood.

The fry finally goes into her mouth to be chewed while she debates over which of the choices she is going to make. Not everything had to be punched, physically or metaphorically, and maybe it was alright for this new kid to believe what he believed.

"Huh," she finally says with a slightly raised brow and a nod. "Okay, so you believe the Christian God made the whole universe, does that mean you won't be taking any science classes that teach about evolution?" Close, she was so dang close, she still didn't exactly punch him, it was just another question toward understanding his religion, right?

Bando George has posed:
    "Why not?" Bando asks, as if it's a bizarre question. "So, my Dad asked me a question once," he says, "Like, two years ago. He said "If everything you believe to be true turned out to be wrong, would you want to know?" He takes up his burger, giving it another munch. "Whish ish a bit of a shcary queshon," he confesses before swallowing. "I mean, if God was fake, it'd mean I have to rethink the whole way I approach the world. So I had to really think about it. And I figured in the end: Everybody thinks their right. I'd rather find out if I'm wrong, and then change to /actually/ be right than just believe I am. After that, I got a lot less nervous about stuff like that. Take it all in, run it through the gambit to test ideas to see if they check out. If they don't end up internally like, messed up to begin with, they get to be stuck in the 'possible' category, and then they can get put against reality and see how they stack up."

    "So you said you don't know much about any gods," he turns the question back. "Do you think about that a lot? Or try to figure it out a lot?"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Almost instantly her head shakes in the no direction.

"Not even a little," she admits. "Don't get me wrong, I read the Bible, and my first question was this... God created Adam, then he created Eve. Alright, we're good. Adam and Eve had Caine and Abel... where did their wives come from?"

A drink of her soda is taken, then she flags the guy down to get another soda before continuing. "I believe in evolution, because it was proven. The Big Bag, BAM," she smacks the table, not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make a nice effective bang. "The universe was born. Now... if you want to believe that some God did that, the Big Bang, okay... I can accept that, but it still doesn't tell me where the heck Caine and Abel got their wives."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando shrugs. "Incest, gross, huh?" he says with something between a wince and a smirk. "Whether evolution or spoken creation, it's gotta happen the same way. And I guess for pretty much every race that reproduces through sex. If you got a change that suddenly makes something different enough that it can't reproduce with the species it came from, the only way for that change to keep going is incest with brothers and sisters. Kinda weird, right?"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara blinks slowly, very slowly.

"Um...." She just stares for a moment then her entire body shudders. "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew... no, nope, not believing in that, sorry, not gonna happen. Check please." She shudders again and makes a 'blech' face then had to take a bite of the burger to stop herself from saying anything else about that.

Chewing, lots of chewing, she takes her own sweet time. Swallowing she says, completely out of the blue, "What's your favorite class at school." because no way is she going back to hearing how the Christian God made his people through incest.

Bando George has posed:
    The image of the big hard core woman shuddering at the idea makes her shudder, and that makes Bando grin, clearly amused that someone so rough and tough has something to be squeamish over. "Sorry!" he laughs. "You're stuck with the same problem with evolution. Anyway, um, I dunno, I guess I like being active, so P.E. is fun. Anything where I don't have to sit still a long time is going to be higher on my list," he admits. "What about you?" He takes another bit of his burger, seeming not at all concerned with the grossness of the previous subject.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Now he's getting stared at by those bright red eyes.

"Actually, evolution created many at once," she corrects, but then she just accepts the new soda and adjusts herself on the back of the booth bench.

"I like a lot of the classes actually, fills in the gaps from my home schooling and learning off the streets." She picks up fry and runs it through the ketchup. "P.E. though, no challenge for me, so I guess that's why I like everything else. Basketball," she reaches up and touches the ceiling. "Football?" That makes her laugh, "Think they'd let me on the football team?" She snerks. "What about track and field, eh... sorry, naturally faster than humans. Not a single sport I can do, it's really depressing because I'm so dang good at all of them."

Madison Evans has posed:
    The door is shoved open with a jingling of bells by a whirlwind of energy and activity - Madison Evans. "I - am - STARVING!" the teen comments to no one at all, as she glances around for an empty table. There's one - but it still covered with a plethora of abandoned dishes and what seems to be an entire spilled milk shake. What a mess. "...oh. Yuck. Ummm.... //shoot//."
    "Sorry!" One of the waitresses exclaims as she roller skates passed Maddie with a platter of food. "We'll get that cleared up for you soon, Miss!"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara can't help but look toward the door. Bando's entrance was spectacular in the teleport in way, where as this teen's entrance was more of a high energy, WTF entrance. Thankfully however, the napkin container was not picked up to be thrown. Staring at the teen, Xio considered the situation, then looked across the table at Bando, then back to the teen. Fuuu....

Scooting down the back of the booth bench she's been sitting on, since the booth are not large enough for her, she calls over, "Hey, hyper... come sit over here!" She's seen the girl at school, so that's the only reason she's getting a seat.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando shrugs in response to the counter claim, looking unphased by the perspective, and simultaneously looking to the door as Xio does. "You know her?" he asks, sitting across from Xio. He gives a sympathetic wave, though he can't claim to know Madison. "Hi Xio's friend," he announces his greeting. "Wait, your name is Hyper? I already approve."

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison blinks - then beams brightly. "Yup! Hyper! That's me!" she declares as she practically bounces her way over to their table - sitting beside Bando. Because, let's face it, sitting by someone who's sitting on top of the back of the bench would feel weird. "Thanks for inviting me over, buddy!" she declares in the chummiest of voices.
    Looking towards Bando she adds, "I'm also Maddie, by the way. Or Madison. Or Mads. I mean, I'm not picky, basically, don't mind me..." She leans over - across Bando's form - to snag one of the menus which she flips over. "I'm staaaaarving. I want like a mound of fries about this..." she holds her hands up to illustrate a ridiculous amount of fries, "big."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara shakes her head as she says to Bando, "Nah, she's just another student without a seat." before Madison reaches the table, then smirks slightly at just how hyperactive this Madison, Maddie, Mads was. This may have been a mistake, a really huge mistake.

"Madison, Maddie, Mads," she says this, slowly, not sure which she wants to use, if any. "I'm Xiomara," is then tacked on there. Maybe if she just went back to the previous topic with Bando, yeah... that would do it.

"So Bando, is there one particular sport you like over the others?"

Bando George has posed:
    "Bando," comes the boy's introduction. "And they have pretty epic fries," he agrees, scooting now on his side to make room for Madison. He turns his tray around so that his own fries are closer to her, with a pile of ketchup that's been mixed with mayo next to them. "You can have some of mine while you wait if you want," he offers, grabbing his half remaining burger. He glances back to Xio, "I dunno," he admits. "Always been a fan of dodge ball, does that count as a sport?" He takes a bite, and adds to Madison, "We've moved from talking about super heros to God and now we're on favorite classes and sports," as if she needed the history of the conversation for contextual purposes.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh! I love dodgeball!" Madison agrees - flashing Bando a bright smile as she claims one of his fries, happily dipping it in the ketchup/mayo combo. "O.M.G. so goooood..." Yes. She says the letters.
    "I like science class. At least, I like it here. I mean- well, I wish Dr. Pym was teaching it - I got to know him over the summer and I'm soooooo bummed he's on a sabbatical, but I'm sure he'll come bac- Oh hey," Madison turns to a passing waitress, "Can I get the teriyaki pinepple cheese burger thing - with extra fries? And a chocolate shake. Actually - chocolate strawberry? Thanks so much!"
    She turns back to the pair with her beaming brightly as she adds, "So - Bando and Xiomara, huh? Nice to meet you both!"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Two other students in one day, actually talking to them, being social... that was tough for Xiomara. Bando had made an impressive entrance that got her attention, so she'd decided to try nice and invited him to join her. This little bundle of energy known as Madison, Maddie or Mads, dang it she needed to decide, this was a whole new level of... something.

"Just use Xio," she says, which makes her decide right there, "Okay Mads? Thanks. Yes, dodgeball is a sport, I mean I think it is. I'd play with you, but you'd do some fancy fast stuff, and I'd be forced to imbed the ball in a wall and then I'd get in trouble with Ms MacIntyre."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando's energy level seems to raise with Madison's. Danger, catalyst! "Oh, man, I'd love to do a class with Dr. Pym, though he might experiment on me, I'm pretty sure my power somehow deals with the quantum realm. I wonder if I volunteered if I'd get extra credit." Yes, volunteering for a super scientist's experiments is a good idea. Extra credit! "Oh yeah, Xio has super strength. That'd be crazy to see the dodge ball just crush right into the cinderblocks," he adds. "Would need to get one of those slow motion cameras for full social media upload value."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Wouldn't the ball just be... like... more likely to pop, rather than to imbed itself in the wall?" Madison asks in a baffled tone. "I mean. Not that I want to get hit by a ball thrown with enough force to pop it! Yeesh!" Her eyes go wide at the thought - as she nibbles on more fries.
    "I don't think Ms. MacIntyre would let Dr. Pym expierment on students. I mean- that sounds like a bad presidence to set, you know? But he's great at helping students do their own research! I got to study his ants!"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara takes another bite of her burger, adding a couple fries for the bull mouth full and starts chewing. They were feeding off each other, was it possible that they were going to reach some sort apex and explode with this hyper energy? That would be worth seeing, so long as she could survive the build up.

"Super strength, invulnerability, enhanced senses, regeneration, the average rubber dodgeball would pop just coming in contact with me," she offers once the bite was swallowed.

"Ms MacIntyre wouldn't let Pym do anything to you, like Mads here said. Great woman, our Head Mistress, one of the only people on this planet I have never once wanted to punch." She says this like that is all the more praise needed. "Would you do like to see me imbed a canon ball into the side of something? That's my version of dodgeball. Move it or lose it."

Bando George has posed:
    "Wait," Bando knits his bro, "You want to punch me?" he asks, unaware that he had drawn such an ire already. He looks apologetic more than afraid. "But yes, though I don't know where we'd get a cannon ball. He takes the final bite of his burger, shoving it in his mouth, and then grabs a napkin from the dispenser for his face, and wipes his hands as well.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "That," Maddie replies. "That, but me. I mean - we just met. Do you wanna punch me already?" she asks - blinking at Xiomara, and smiling with the utmost innocence. "L'il ol' innocent me? I mean - I'm harmless, mostly. Mostly harmless! Like Earth!" She giggles at that geek reference, before eating another of Bando's fries. Madison's food better arrive fast before she eats all of it.
    "You know, what we gotta do is talk to those folks who do the historical reinactments. They know how to get cannonballs. But please don't throw any at me!"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Again Xiomara is forced to just stare at Bando for a moment. She's been being nice, that was on the contract to attend the school... be nice.

"No, I don't want to punch you, Bando.. yet, I mean you haven't done anything to warrant it." Reaching up she runs her fingerless gloved hand through her hair. "I was just thinking it might be cool to see how far I could imbed a cannon ball in something, that's all... no ire for you."

Those red eyes shift to Madison, "I don't wanna punch either of you, yet... I mean punching is my go to, it's what I do, but neither of you have made me reach that point. I could get a cannon ball, it's not that difficult, really I could make one, just need the metal."

Now she looks between then slowly. "I'm being nice, right?" She's genuinely asking, cause she thought she was.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando glances sideways at Madison, turning his head. "Um, Earth isn't harmless. Do you know how many weird creatures can kill you on this planet? There's a tree that literally will murder you if you stand under it in the rain. Read it on wikipedia," he gives a serious nod, seeming completely happy to let Madison continue to devour his fries. He seems to be done with them.

    "Oh, no no," Bando attempts to diffuse the line of thinking that Xio presents. "I didn't get that vibe don't worry, you seem pretty nice so far," he encourages her. "You just said," he glances at Madison, hoping that they both got the same message, and back to Xio. "You said the principal was one of the few people on the planet you haven't wanted to punch. But that's good! Like, if we're both still in that category, right?" Again he glances to Madison. Please back him up?

Madison Evans has posed:
    "You, sir, have to read some books by the Late Great Douglas Adams," Madison remarks with the utmost solemnity and sadness in her voice. How can anyone //not// know this stuff already? Geeze. "And then you can read Terry Pratchett. And Neil Gaiman. And- ... ahem. There's a lot of good authors."
    She shoves annother fry in her mouth, perhaps to stop herself from going on a tangent about the world's greatest authors - and then finds herself faced with Xiomara's concerns about her behavior. "Oh, no, youf bee' 'eal 'ife!" She hastens to swallow before trying again. "Sorry. You've been real nice! 'cept for that bit about wanting to, you know, punch everyone which - I mean, I want to punch people sometimes, too, so wanting to punch people isn't so bad a thing so long as you don't actually, you know, punch anyone. Who doesn't deserve it. Like - A. LOT."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara ooohs with a large nod. "I got it! Okay, bad wording... I always want to punch things that deserve it. Need ta state that right off."

She pauses there for a fry, but keeps talking while chewing, "Now ya gotta understand, it's my nature, like in ways I can't even explain. Being Czarnian, it's what they are... so I'm always fightin that." She nods to this, swallowing. "So, usually when someone gets all authority on me, I want to punch them. I ain't never wanted to punch Ms. MacIntyre, that's what I meant. All that make sense?"

She looks between the two of them. "It's in my contract, gotta be nice and no collateral damage." Now the last bite of her burger is taken, and even cold... it's wonderful.

Bando George has posed:
    "I don't have time to read more. Maybe I'll get the audio book," Bando suggests to Madison. "So like you have a contract witht he school? To be nice? Bein' nice is easy, you just think of cool things you can do to make other people happy, and you do'em," he says. Though his generally cheery demeanor might suggest that he'd have trouble being mean. He glances around. "Oh crap, what time is it?" he asks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Oh man, I'm fifteen minutes late for class! I wasn't even looking. Okay okay, um. Good to meet you guys. Madison, I bestow upon you the rest of these delicious fries," he grabs one. "Except this one." He pops it in his mouth, "Peace!"

    Fwump. With a sudden sucking into non-existence, he's gone. Madison close enough that the feel of the air rushing to fill the place he left might be tangible.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "So if I were to get all 'RESPECT MY AUTHORITEH!' like Cartman - you'd want to punch me?" Madison asks, giggling in amusement before asking, "Wait - what's a Czarnian?"
    It's just as she's asking this that her own food arrives - right as Bando is disappearing. "Oh, hey, thanks for the- ...wait. WAIT. Did he pay already? Did he stick us with his fries AND his bill? Awww man my mom's gonna kill me if she thinks I ordered two burgers..."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara starts laughing, a loud, booming, boisterous laughing. The idea of sticking them with the bill upset hyper, and for some reason that amused Xio a lot.

"Nah, he paid," she offers between chortles, shaking her head a little. "Czarnian, alien, not from this planet... I was thrown at this planet like 18 years ago, landed in some field... no big deal, but I have a deal with Ms MacIntyre at the school, cause I need an education and a place to live."

She pops another dry in her mouth as she adds, "Yeah, don't... authority it earned."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "See - that's the whole thing! Cartman always yells it. And no one ever respects his 'authoriteh' - because he's just some stupid bully of a kid. Who isn't even that good at being a bully. It's a joke - in a show." She grins at Xiomara before starting in on her food - more relaxed now that she knows she wasn't inadvertantly left with a bill.
    After taking a bite of her burger, she mumbles something that might be 'O.M.G., this is good,' before she swallows her first bite. "Well. Welcome to Earth, I guess! Umm. Do you like it on Earth?" she asks curiously. "What is like where you came from? Oh - do you want some of this shake?" she nods her head towards the chocolate shake that came with her food, before taking into her steaming hot fries. Oooo - freshly fried!

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Continuing to nibble at her fries, Xiomara is sad to see Bando leave... because he was a buffer against the cheerful hyper Madison.

"Uh... I was baby when I landed," she states, shoving another fry in her mouth. "Got picked up by a human couple, but I like Earth well enough. No idea what's it like where I'm supposed to be from, don't even know why I got thrown at Earth."

Another fry is picked up, then she dips it in the shake because she's seen people do that, and pops it in her mouth. It's there maybe three seconds before she spits it out, "Gah! Why would anyone like that?!"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh. I guess - that must be real confusing, huh?" Madison asks - her tone sympathetic and even concerned. "Well. But you got a good family at least - that's nice! And that they let you go to Happy Harbor - I mean, I was real mad with my mom made us move out there but- actually, I really like it here. I just miss my friends is all, you know?"
    She takes another bite of her fries - then starts to giggle at Xiomara's reaction to the fry-and-shake combo. "Some people like the salty-sweet thing. You know? Sweet-and-savory. I dunno. I prefer the fries with ketchup myself."
    Madison sits across from Xiomara at a booth in a rather busy lunch-hour burger joint. Xiomara's food is largely consumed, but a fresh, steaming pile of fries and a burger sit in front of Maddie, along with a milk shake. Xiomara also happens to be sitting on the back of the booth's bench seating, rather than in the seat properly.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara blehs a few more times over that shake and fry combo. She doesn't even need to eat, so why torment herself with /that/ hideousness. A tiny little shake of her head and her red eyes land on Madison.

"Don't do that," she warns in a serious, deep tone. "Don't be all pity and crap... don't even think it, for a single minute... that'll make me punch you through the wall."

She looks out the window for a moment, counting down from ten to keep the cool, have to be nice, it's in the contract. "Sorry, I don't do pity, I don't need it. I'm fine, I don't need all that emotional stuff."

She looks back to Madison, one snort before her tone changes back to normal, well normal for her is still kinda gruff, but still. "So go visit your friends?"

Billy Batson has posed:
Shazam comes flying down the street. He pretends to steal a girl's cap and hands it back with a grin. He wafts up the the door of Big Belly and opens it for some people entering and even charges a phone. He lands finally and walks along to wait in line for a burger, doing a little dance (https://tenor.com/view/shazam-dc-comics-captain-marvel-gif-13689717). Insisting he waits his turn (there's only two people ahead anyway). He gives Madison a chin nod and wink.

Wait. Shazam. Doesn't. Know. Madison.

Idiot.

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison blinks in surprise at that reaction. "Ummm. Pity and sympathy aren't the same thing, though?" the girl offers with uncertainty. "I mean, when you pity someone - you're looking down on them. And that's bad. Inflated sense of self-worth and all that. Yeah? Sympathy is just- well. Umm... being able to put yourself in someone else's shoes and empathize with their struggles. I'm just- all I'm saying is that must be hard, you know? For you. For them. And being able to empathize is like- honestly, it's one of the most important things, you know? If you're going to care about other people in society. It's a societal good! ...that's all."
    She continues to watch Xiomara with a degree of bafflement, uncertainty, and concern. Was she saying the wrong things, somehow? Was she not making sense?
    The guy in the bright red costume dancing away catches her eye, and she glances over, blinks in confusion, then looks over to Xiomara. He must have been nodding to her. "You know him?"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Taking a few more minutes to try and collect herself, Xiomara listens to Madison explaining and it makes some sense. She over reacted, she does that, it's a defense mechanism and sometimes it back fires. Her go to is punch it, rather than deal with emotional stuff... but she was working on that, and the fact that she realized she over reacted, well... that was a good thing.

About to respond, some moron in a bright suit comes flying in, dancing around, and that distracted the heck out of her. Bright red eyes look toward the character as he's putting on his show and she blinks once.

"I've got no clue what that is," she states loud enough that he might hear her, but she doesn't seem to care about that. "He seems to know you, or that wink is just creeper material. Need me to punch him?" Yep, the offer was sincere. "Uh... as for the other thing," back to it Xio. "I over reacted... so... my bad."

Billy Batson has posed:
:stands very still. Till the person standing behind him ahuhs loudly and he moves up to give his order. He waves a hand in front of his face, as though an insect was bothering him. Is that the best he can do? Oh heck. The order s slapped together and on a tray very fast. He is a superhero. He might need to save the world. Payment is refused. You mean he can get free food as Shazam?! He wished he knew this before having Ramen for three days in a row. He does insist on paying for it. He gets a table before he realizes what he's doing and in sight of Madison and Xiomara. He keeps his head down and eats quietly.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Ummm... Winking at me?" Madison asks, shifting uneasily in her seat. She looks down at her food and starts digging, trying to ignore the strange man. Why would the guy- "May'e 'e lifes my thirt?" she mumbles with her mouth full, gesturing at her shirt. Today it says 'The ewoks have the Policebox' - and shows a bunch if ewoks carrying off a big blue box. Could be a Star Wars fan. Or a Doctor Who fan. Or both.
    After swallowing her food she adds, "Oh, umm - yeah. It's fine. No worry. I mean, everyone over reacts sometimes. And it's not like you smashed a burger into my face or nothing." She giggles at that idea. Who would DO something like that?

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara would never waste food like that, besides her fist was much better for... right, don't think about punching. Shifting slightly, she leans a little to the side to look toward bright and flashy.

"Hey, sparkly... you got a name?" She asks, because she's clueless as to what hero this might be. She's supposed to be working on that part of herself as well, less punch it into the wall causing collateral damage, and more heroic without the destruction. "I'm Xiomara, call me Xio." Sometimes it pays to offer a name when asking for one.

Billy Batson has posed:
Shazam pauses in shoveling it in. This is his first decent meal in a few days, not counting a cheese steak. He knocked down a building for Damage Control and the crew were nice enough to ask him out for a beer. When he explained he hadn't any money and was broke they passed a hat around.

He swallows and then says wit a flourish of lightning from his hands that earned hm the nick name 'Sparkle Fingers' he says, "Shazam," in a conversational tone. He goes back to eating, sparing a furtive glance when he's sure they';re done looking.

Nope. Not done looking.

Madison Evans has posed:
    Don't laugh at someone's superhero name. Don't laugh at someone's superhero name. Don't laugh at- "So. Can I be 'Kapow!'?" Madison asks before letting out a giggle.
    Damnit. You laughed at his superhero name. Maddie... don't be a meanie.
    To cover for her gaff, she dives back into her food, picking up her burger to take a big bite, teriyaki sauce dripping down her arms messily. Man, the best burgers Make A Mess.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara slides off the back of the booth bench, stretching her long legs. She'd been sitting for a while, and so needed that.

"Shazam," she repeats with a nod. "He's actually kinda got a cool hero name there Mads," she nudges Madison with her hand, maybe a little too hard but it wasn't intention, sometimes she just forget that she has to tone it down. So Madison gets nudges sideways and into the wall, Xio's bad.

"Oh sheets, sorry, you alright?" She immediately looks concerned, cause she may have accidently broke Madison.

Billy Batson has posed:
Shazam doesn't know Xiomara. He does know, and likes Mads. His agitation causes lightning to fire from around his eyes charring a french fry he eats anyway. Ugh. "Hey, is she all right," he had a friend already get injured on his watch as Sazam. He didn't want it to happen again. M... miss are you all right?" He gets up, food forgotten and starts to walk over to Madison and Xiomara.

Madison Evans has posed:
    It helps that Bando had been sitting closer to the wall - leaving Madison a full one-person-width from the wall when she gets accidentally shoved by Xiomara. Still - the seats are surprisingly smooth, perhaps to help people slide in and out, so she slides over to crunch into the wall a wince "I- ow. No, I'm... good," she answers, trying to flash Xiomara a smile.
    Ooof. That'll bruise.
    "Nothing's broken," she promises. She thinks. Still - she does rub gently at the shoulder that collided with the wall, taking a deep breath in, and letting it out slowly, as she concentrates on that power inside her that she thinks of as 'The Force.' She focuses it on getting the bruising to subside, along with the pain... and it does start to have an affect.
    "Yeah. Completely fine." Mostly.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
There is still a slightly freaked out look on Xiomara's face as she says, "Are you sure? I didn't mean to nudge ya that hard, I keep..." she looks at Shazam as he starts to come over.

"Seriously hero? It was a nudge," she comments, wondering why he feels the need to come over but hey, he's a hero, and maybe she's a big mean bully or something so he's gotta make sure.

She looks back to Madison, "I forget sometimes, sorry."

Billy Batson has posed:
Shazam narrows his eyes a little. "You should be careful with your strength. People are fragile Xiomara. Are you sure you're okay... miss? Not trying to lay blame here. Stuff happens. If you need to go to the school nurse or an urgent care it's a quick trip. I'd be glad to fly you over and stay with till you get checked out." He tries to side step Crush to have a better look at Madison. "Can you move your fingers all right? Wait, that might not be the thing to do. So sorry. I don't know a lot about girl anatomy."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh. My. GOD, you sound like Billy!" Madison complains. "Girl arms and boy arms work the same way, you know!" Madison is seated in a booth - currently seated up against the wall - though her half-eaten burger and fries are one space over. Instead, an almost empty plate of fries sits in front of her. She's rubbing at her left arm, which recently collided with the wall, while Xiomara and Shazam hover over her. "I'm fine though - honest. No harm done. See?" She lifts her left arm up, wiggling her fingers and rotating her shoulder - which only causes a brief wince. Her right hand clamps back into place once she lowers her arm again, so she can concentrate some more on getting her abilities to heal the damage that was done by that shove. It takes a //lot// of concentration.
    Oh well. This is good practice. Right?

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Not even ten minutes ago Xiomara was explaining to Madison about how she has issues with authority figures and here comes Shazam waving around his... attitude.

"Listen 'zam," she states with an edge of anger, inserting herself in away to block the shiny man from getting anywhere near Madison. "I know my strength, I know I messed up and... I apologized, how bout you go shove your nose in someone elses business, or better yet, how bout ya just puck off."

There is a flash to her bright red eyes before she does her darndest not to lose her sheet all over the hero, then she looks back to Madison because she's not pissed at her. "Want me ta take you to the nurse, an Urgent care and whose Billy, cause clear dude needs help if he don't realize the parts are all the same until ya get to very specific areas."

Billy Batson has posed:
Shazam squints. "Listen, I've been nothing but polite. I never said you messed anything up." De-escalate, Solomon is saying out of the side of his mouth. He's trying. The best he come up with is, "I'm not going anywhere. Please don't shove. I just want a look at her..." With that he takes a small hop and keeps going till he's a few feet off the floor and able to see Madison. "Hey. I'll offer this one more time. I can run you to an Urgent Care and even run you back here." He gives his best superhero smile. He used to charge for selfies. He had practice.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
The front door of the diner dings when Virgil walks in with his blue backpack slung over one shoulder. He wears a loose fitting sweatshirt that hangs over his waist and heavy brown cargo pants that bunch up around his sneakers. His head twists around as he steps deeper in before spotting Mads. He smiles brightly at her, lifting his hand up to cock it back and forth in a wave... before his eyes flicker back and forth between Shazam and the girls like their dialogue is a tennis match.

"Hey, Captain Clueless," he calls out. "The girls said they're fine. Hints are free, you should take one!" He's wearing a grin that's somehow even more sarcastic than his words.

Madison Evans has posed:
    As they both keep pressing in - Madison feels an almost overwhelming urge to hide under the table like a small child. "I said I was fine!" she insists - before trying things a differnt way. She lets go of her arm to wave her hand through the air with an open hand, remarking while trying to concentrate on that power within her, "I'm just fine. Move along."
    Unfortunately, the Jedi Mind Trick never works for her - and never will. That's not going to prevent her from trying, however.
    "...seriously, though. I'm good. Can we just- ...drop it? My fries are getting cold. Yeah?"
    Then with a sudden giggle she adds, "Oh my God, could you imagine if someone actually, like, used the name 'Captain Clueless' as their superhero name?"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Line... there is a single line in Xiomara's mind, and Shazam is standing right on it, his toes might even be slightly over that line. Rolling her neck there is an audible crack as she tries very hard not to grab the floating moron by the ankle and turn him into a shot-put.

"Sure Mads," she manages to bite out, reminding herself that she's supposed to be nice, and even though this brightly dressed mother clucker isn't a student, Madison is so... she keeps trying. "If floaty boy backs off and leaves you alone, since you're fine, got no problem with dropping it. Want another shake?"

Now there is another voice heard and he offers up a new name, "Captain Clueless... yeah, that's good. I like that one, thanks."

Billy Batson has posed:
Shazam's look is hard to read. There are a couple sparks around his emblem. He floats backwards and away, one hand held with its fingers to emphasize his words. "I only tried to help. I was only polite. I didn't call anyone names... have a nice d... you know what? Screw this." Like that there is a red blur as he flies out of the restaurant, only slowing down to avoid having to pay for a door. He closes his eyes a moment and... when he opens them he sees the curve of Earth below him, blue and white. In the near vacuum he lets out a silent scream of anger and briefly a new star appears in broad daylight.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
Virgil looks nervous when Shazam looks like he's about to power up in some way fierce, but Shazam is gone in a flash, leaving Virgil's clothes whipping in the wind of him passing, the boys head only managing to follow Shazam on his way out thanks to the fact that he pauses at the door. He shakes his shirt back into position and steps almost cautiously over to the table Shazam was just at.

"That was intense," he says, looking out the large windows to the people staring up at the sky in the street, "are you guys okay?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "I'm completely fine! Honest!" Other than the fact the people were starting to damage her cool. "I'm pretty sure it's just going to be a bruise and that guy was just- I don't know. He was kinda weird. Like, I don't want to be rude, or weird, or anything but- ugh. I don't know if girls work the same? //It's an arm,//" Madison lets out a huff of frustrated air, before looking back to Xiomara.
    "Billy's just- he's another guy from school. I mean," she nods to Virgil, "He's met him. He's a nice guy, really, he just- there was this thing the other day where Irie wasn't feeling very good and he started talking about how girl's bodies aren't the same as boys or something - it was just a little weird. And awkward. Like he was trying to be nice, you know? But just... missed the mark somehow. I dunno. He'll figure it out, I'm sure."
    She starts scooting back into her place so she can dig into her food again as she adds, "Still got plenty of shake though - see?" She lifts her chocolate-strawberry shake for a deep gulp.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Xiomara can't sit down just yet, there's this built up something in her body over all this, so she does this little pace move away from the table then back again.

"And people say I got anger issues," she comments, looking to Madison. "I mean, I don't know ho that guy was, and Mads said she didn't know him, so we're just supposed to guess he's okay?" She paces away from the table and back again. "I didn't want him messin with you, Mads. I mean I messed up, I know that, I apologized, you said you were fine..." she paces away and back again.

"I didn't mean to tick him off like that, but he was starting to push at my control and that's just never a good thing," she looks right at Virgil with her bright red eyes. "Yo, another person I don't know. I'm Xiomara, call me Xio... you know that guy?" She points out that window.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
"No, but I've met Billy," he answers Xiomara. "Xio. Nice to meet you. Names Virgil," he says with a smile, offering his hand out toward her for a shake. "I've definitely not met that guy," he says with another worried glance to the door.

"Is that Billy's older brother or something?" he asks Mads. "Mind if I join you guys? I'm starving, could really use a recharge!"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, he probably has nothing to do with Billy at all," Madison replies - as she silently repeats the boy's name in her head. Virgil,, Virgil, Virgil. It's rude to forget names, Mads!
    "I don't mind at all! I mean, I love company. All the company," she encourages with a grin. "And - I mean - I know you're still getting to know everyone and the school and the area and everything so... Yeah. Of course. Join us!" Her mood restores quickly, it seems.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
One more pace away and then back to the table, and Xiomara is calm... ish. Madison being herself like someone flipped a switch actually made her blink and half grin, not snarl, a grin. "Huh..." she mutters more to herself. Then picks up her drink off the table.

"I gotta get back ta the school, have a class in about twenty minutes... yes, I'm a student," the looks she give them both is something a kin to 'say something about it, I dare you' and then its gone. "Maybe we'll have some classes together, who knows. Nice meetin ya both, stay safe... and Mads, really sorry about introducing you to the wall like that."

Billy Batson has posed:
Off in the distance a peal of thunder. Back on Earth Billy Batson stands down the block from Big Belly Burger. He wanted to go in. He made a sincere effort and he stopped here by a hydrant to tie his sneaker. He still didn't get his dinner. He's still hungry. He still has money from the construction job in his pocket. Shazam... creeped out his teenage friends and his adult friends just dismissed Billy. He was both. He was neither. He fit in nowhere. Billy Batson turns and walks back the way he came, throwing his hood over his head.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
Virgil settles comfortably into a seat next to Madison and lifts up his arm to wave broadly back and forth to Xio. "Take care! See you between classes," he says.

Fortunately Virgil isn't a mind reader, so he has no idea Mads accidentally called him Billy. As Xio makes her way out he shifts slightly in his seat to refocus toward Mads. "Glad to run into you around here for sure! Are the shakes good?" He doesn't notice Billy moping off into the distance, and apparently was distracted by something enough to forget about ordering food entirely.

Madison Evans has posed:
    With her back to the door - Madison is completely unaware of Billy's presence as she smiles at Virgil. "Oh, umm - the shakes are alright. I mean, they're no Mootant Milkshakes - but who is, you know?" She picks up her milkshake for a second sip before digging back into her burger. Hastily chewing and swallowing she adds, "How are you settling in, anyways? I mean - finding your way around alright? Is there - umm - anything you miss from back home you've been looking for?" she asks curiously, as she lifts one messy, greasy hand to wave goodbye to Xiomara.
    She doesn't realize it - but when she grabbed her left shoulder? She gotta a big, greasy, teriyaki handprint on her shirt.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
"Whoah!" He says, leaning on to the table to get a look at Madison's shoulder. "Your shoulder might only get bruised but you should go to jail! That's a limited addition crossover right there!" He doesn't think about boundaries enough to stop himself from grabbing a wad of napkins and--gently enough not to hurt her--trying to dab up the teriyaki sauce off of her shoulder. About a moment into it he realizes what he's doing and backs off with a big, awkward smile. "Ah... sorry," he says, the napkin going limp in his hand with comedic timing.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Uh... Wha- OH NO!" Madison looks horrified when she sees the smear on her shirt. "Oh, man oh man - I hope mom can get that out! Darn it!"
    She sinks down into her seat a little with a frown. "Well. That ruined my day more than my bruised shoulder. I //like// this shirt. I got it, you know, at one of those art festivals back West, in California. From a small, local screen printer - man. I don't remember who, either..." She lets out a heavy sigh.
    "Well. Maybe - if the stain doesn't come out - we can cut off the sleeves and make it like a tank-tee?"

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
"I've only seen those shirts online before. I can't believe you really snagged an original!" he looks a bit more over the stain, fretting about it but at least keeping his hands to himself. "I'm sure she can, it doesn't look too bad and I think I got most of it up." He moves back to sit more comfortably, all but kicking his feet up on to the table. "Make it a tank tee?"

Virgil's eyes flicker up and down Madison's torso to picture the outfit on her and his cheeks turn to a more ruddy brown color, blushing like red velvet coffee. "Y-yeah, you'd look amazing in that." he says while rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and shifting awkwardly in his seat. "Anyway, it's not like the fun part of the design is on the sleeves.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Well, Marisha Ray always says 'Sleeves are bullshit.'" Because of //course// Madison knows about Critical Role. She grins at Virgil - apparently determined not to let her depression and frustration keep her down. "Yeah. We'll fix it up - one way or another. Anyways. You want to order food - or just mooch all my fries off me?" she asks with an amused smile - not seeming to mind if he did snag a few of them.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
"Who's Marisha Ray?" Virgil apparently doesn't know much at all about tabletop. He gets distracted by the comment regarding food. There's a looooooooong look at the counter and then back at her fries. "It's okay, I'm not hungry!" he says, before his stomach calls him a liar. 'Grrooowwwwwaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggllll....' he grabs his guts while his cheeks turn umber again. "Well, maybe a fry or two? Little rocky on the whole 'cash' department," he says with his signature apologetic grin, eyeballing her fries.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Look - if I eat this many calories by myself - my mother will //kill// me. I tell her I was splitting it with another stupid - I might live to see another day," Madison remarks in dry amusement. Gesturing to a waiter she calls, "Oh, hey, can I get an extra plate? And an extra cup? O.M.G., you're the beeeeest, thanks!" The way Madison beams, you half expect a :D emoji to pop up right next to her. Or on her features like a mask.
    "Oh, so Marisha Ray - she's a voice actor from LA, right? And she and a bunch of her friends play Dungeons and Dragons online for everyone to watch, doing all sorts of fun accents and everything - they're sooooo funny!" she explains, before adding, "Thanks!" again as the plate and cup are brought. She nudges a bunch of fries onto the second plate, and cuts off a chunk of burger she hasn't chewed on yet, and even pours some of her chocolate/strawberry shake into the glass. "Okay. Have at!" she invites.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
    "Hey thanks!" he says with a broad smile of his own. He's munching on fries steadily while nodding along to her explanation. "Ohh, you know I've never tried Dungeons and Dragons. It sounds like it could be fun though!" he gets that out between bites, shoveling his face with another handful smothered in ketchup as soon as he's finished talking.
    "What's it called? You said it's online, is it on Twitch?" he asks, whipping his phone out of his pocket in that practiced Gen Z twirl and readying a search bar.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Critical Role, on Twitch and on Youtube! Problem is - it streams from like... 10pm until 1 or 2 am on Thursday nights. One night they went past like... 5am. I used to catch more episodes live when I was in California, but now..." It's impossible.
    "We have a D&D club at school, you know," she remarks. "You should join! The faculty advisor is a Martian," she states simply, before taking another bite of her burger.

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
    "When they said tabletop can take you to different worlds I didn't think they meant literally!" He has Critical Role searched up and followed. "Oof, that's a rough schedule. You'd think they'd at least move it off of a school night," he says, sliding the last of his fries through the last of his ketchup and tossing them into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out while he chews with a starry-eyed smile. "Oh man, I don't know. I've never been very good at like, writing and stuff. I mean.." he leans in conspiratorially. "Sometimes I do like to pretend I'm Green Lantern."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Well. You can pretend to be some version of Green Lantern when you're Role Playing! You don't have to be a good writer to enjoy creating a story with your friends! And besides. You don't have to carry the whole story alone. You're bouncing off each other, yeah? Everyone carries the load! And it's fun!" Madison beams encouragingly before finishing off the last of her half of the burger. She wipes her hands free, then sips at some of her shake. OMG, so gooooood!

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
His brow purses up in the middle while his lower lip presses itself against the top. "I guess maybe I could give it a try. You just gotta promise not to laugh at me!" he grins widely, before a flash of maybe-too-much curiosity streaks over his countenance. "You'll be there?" he asks. "When is it?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Look, if you're laughing //at// people, you're role playing wrong! I laugh //with// people, you know?" Madison replies with an encouraging smile. "I mean. Not that you have to try to be funny. But if you //do// - I'll be right there //with// you," she explains, before telling him the time and place for the club meetings. Because of course she would know that information off the top of her head.
    "I'll bet you have fun. Most people who try it - they have a good time, you know?"

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
    His grin looks right enough to compete with a campfire. "Yeah! Totally, I'll give it a shot!" he says. "So who is the dungeon lord or whatever?" he asks, settling an elbow on the table while turning to face her, leaning in a comfortable and relaxed way. "So do you live here in New York? I heard a lot of kids transfer to HH because of how it is with metas," he asks, engaged and focused. "Do Jedi's count as metahumans?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, umm, Mister J'onzz is one of the GMs. He's the faculty advisor," Madison explains. From Mars, of course. "But all the students - we're encouraged to take turns giving GMing a try. So it'll change up."
    She takes another sip of her shake, then gestures off tothe left as she adds, "I live in Palm Tree apartments, off that way, but my mom just moved here for work. We're from California, actually. And- well. Everyone keeps saying 'Jedi Aren't Real, Madison' - but if they were (well, are), sure they'd be metas!"

Virgil Hawkins has posed:
Virgil's phone rings. "Uh oh." When he answers it she might hear the deep voice on the other end, chastising Virgil--something about cleaning his room, but Madison can't hear super clearly. Virgil sinks deeper into his seat as he listens. "Yes dad, sorry. I'll be right home." He taps the big red button to end the call before giving Madison another one of those apologetic grins. "I gotta bounce before dad blows his fuse," he says. "His veins get so big sometimes I think his head is gonna blow right off! Anyway, I'll see you at D&D, right," he says, shifting to the edge of his seat and tossing his backpack up and over his shoulder.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Yeah - I'll see you at D&D!" Madison calls. She finishes off her shake and wipes her hand before leaving enough money to cover the food - then she leaves as well. Dirty sleeve or not - she does have another class starting. Her free period for the afternoon is over.