7513/Is Coriander spicy

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Is Coriander spicy
Date of Scene: 24 August 2021
Location: A secluded, spotless beach.
Synopsis: Notes on how to deal with the lecherous are exchanged. Friendship blossoms over shared interests in teeny wisps of cloth.
Cast of Characters: Koriand'r, Beatriz da Costa




Koriand'r has posed:
A private beach in Malibu, at dusk. Koriand'r had been invited to this party by the wealthy benefactor throwing it -- and told (repeatedly) that this would be a party on a beach, so dress appropriately. Koriand'r has dressed appropriately, in a rather tame bikini. Not string, not even thong, just a regular old bikini she probably has half a dozen of laying around her room at Titan Tower.

By this point she has mingled with most of the guests, she has paused for pictures with many, many men (and some women) and has finally found a few minutes to get away by herself. She carries a drink which she occasionally sips as she walks along the pristine private beach, watching the lights of a boat off in the distance as it passes by.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
In contrast Beatriz, invited to the same party, given the same dress instructions, dressed as she would in her native Brazil. As she did, in fact.

In a one-piece.

Technically.

Never mind that it's a one-piece that shows more skin than most bikinis, it's a one-piece.

Never mind that it's basically a thong paired with a slingshot and is mostly made of string. It's a one-piece.

And she, too, has mingled, though, not being as exotic as the pretty princess from outer space, she only got a few photos taken with (almost, but not quite exclusively) men. And in her case 'mingling' has meant a lot of hooting, hollering, laughing, dancing, and generally living her life to the fullest.

Which is why it's a bit odd to find her out on the beach by herself when Koriand'r takes her little walk.

Koriand'r has posed:
The alien princess had glanced more than once at the Brazilian woman, enjoying the suit she wore likely. She does seem a bit surprised to find the woman outside, alone. "It seems we've gotten away from the pack."

She takes a sip of her drink, and closes the distance between herself and Beatriz, "For the moment at least. I am sure there are a few more guys in there who want to make another pass at 'accidentally' bumping into me." She says this lightly. The machinations of men on Earth seem to amuse her more than anything else.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
An exasperated sigh meets that, followed by accented commentary. "I know, right? Accidentally brushing up against. Accidentally lowering their hand when taking a picture with you." She rolls her eyes. "At least when I did that pictures-on-the-beach thing for a living when they did that I would steal their cameras and sell them for extra money."

She grins at the memory.

"I could run very fast and knew the neighbourhoods better."

Bea gets up from the sand where she'd been sitting, dusts herself off. "You're the Titan, Koriand'r right? The one who stole my schtick of burning things?" Light humour in the voice. And what little can be seen of the eyes in the darkness show them sparkling with amusement. "How did you get dragged to this horrible affair? I have business reasons."

Koriand'r has posed:
"I am, yes. And I don't know that I stole your ability. Can't you blame Johnny Flame instead?" She asks, grinning just a little bit. She then brushes some hair back behind her ear, "You used to pose with tourists for money? I am sorry, your face is familiar and I know your name is Beatriz, but I am very ignorant of your life before you started showing up on the pages of magazines."

The second question gets a bit of a grimace, "So...the man who threw this event is a big donor to a charity that I have done some work with. I wanted to see about getting more money. He wanted to grease his palm with the curve of my hip. I do not usually care about such things but...the men tonight have seemed very entitled. And some of the women." She then takes another quick sip of her drink, perhaps to cover for her glancing over the swimsuit as Bea dusts herself off.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"It's the money. Rich men think they are entitled everything because they're 'self-made' aside from the 'massive inheritance' that 'Daddy' gave them."

Bea nods then, "But yes, when I was young I made easy money selling myself. I let fat men from America take pictures with me. Ten bucks for just being in the frame. Twenty if they wanted me to act like their girlfriend. Each picture. I made lots of money (to me then) that way, and if they tried to act like paying twenty let them lay their hands on ..." She makes a wry face. "You know. Well, I had a boyfriend accomplice who would trip them up while chasing me after I ripped their cameras out of their hands and made a run for it. I could sell those cameras for enough money to almost make up for being touched like that."

Beat.

"Almost. Got out of the business afterward, though. Modeling was just as handsy and frustrating, but paid a lot more."

Koriand'r has posed:
"Good for you!" Koriand'r says after she hears that story. "Nobody should feel the right to touch anyone else without their permission." She seems somewhat passionate about this, and adds, "Perhaps the next time a man takes a selfie of me and tries that I will take his phone and call whoever is listed as 'mom' in it and tell them what they have done!" There is a bit of a devilish smile on her face as she contemplates that.

After a moment or two, she seems to realize something, and says, "Sorry if I'm interrupting your time alone. I did not mean to disturb you, but also I don't wish to leave the party just yet. At least not without a nice check for the charity," she adds with a wry smile.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"Oh, it's OK. Just took some time out from the obnoxious people. You're not one of them." Bea waves lazily in dismissal. "I mean as much as some people would call me rich myself, I'm not that kind of rich. First, I'm, like, not even a hundredth of their range. Second, I actually *did* work myself into what I have."

The image of grabbing people's phones to call "Mom" puts a flash in Bea's eyes. "Yes, that's a good technique! Or call up whichever woman is on speed dial--usually their current girlfriend(s). Or if they're married, call up a woman that has the same name. And I can make them back off while I do it!"

Bea illustrates by shooting a jet of green flame from a finger, lighting up her face and her now very evil expression.

"That is GENIUS, Koriand'r! I'm going to start doing exactly that!"

Because this couldn't backfire in any way at all, right?

"So ... what do you do when you're not off saving the world? Do you have a business? A hobby? Do you ... I don't know ... fly off into space and stare at the sun telling it to do its worst?"

Koriand'r has posed:
"I lay around in a bikini and catch as much sun as I can during the summer. In the winter I cuddle up under a blanket and try not to freeze to death...or just visit a sunnier place to keep me warm. This seems to get me a lot of admirerers, who then want to talk with me or take me places. So, I go with them." Koriand'r seems a bit...free in that regard. "I also enjoy saving the world, and occasionally some really trashy tv and a bottle of mustard."

She grins and then asks, "And what about yourself? If you want I can take you to space if you'd like to yell at the sun directly. But I don't think it will change it's behavior."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"Yeah, that would be ... bad." Bea laughs at the image. "I need air to flame on. And, you know. Breathe. So I'd need to be in a space suit. But if the sun did something that pissed me off, I'd burn the suit off of me. And then you know, flame off. And dead."

She laughs at the mental image, however.

"I wish I could afford that lifestyle of yours. It sounds pretty nice. Well, except the shivering against cold thing. I solve that for myself. But I'm too ..."

Bea frowns a bit trying to think of the right word.

"... crazy. That's probably what people would say. I like doing things and always new things. So I need money. Which makes me do business to get it. Which makes me ..."

She just makes a circle next to her temple with a finger.

"Little secret: when I save the world I do it usually because it's fun."

Koriand'r has posed:
Koriand'r lets out a giggle, and says, "I do it for fun too sometimes...but...yes my lifestyle is relatively...sparse. I get sent all sorts of cute clothes to wear, and people like giving me candy so..." she shrugs, and then it seems she realizes the time. She leans in, places her lips on Beatriz's cheek in a quick goodbye as she says, "I am needed back inside for a picture with the host, and my best chance to butter him up to give us a large check." She then adds, "Look me up sometime. We can lounge somewhere. Under heat lamps, or the sun, or whatever you might want." She then pulls away and starts to head back up the beach, "You look amazing in that swimsuit by the way," she calls over her shoulder.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"Probably the best time, yes, when things are winding down a bit and you can make him think a large cheque will keep you after the party's over and now I feel filthy for even thinking that way." Bea snorts. "See? It rubs off on you if you're with them for too long. That's why I need these breaks."

She looks down at her swimsuit then, as if seeing it for the first time. "This thing? One of my beachwear designs from, like, five years ago, but I like it so to Hell with fashion..." She looks around hastily. "...don't tell anybody I said that!..." She winks. "...I like it so I'm wearing it. You should drop by my studio in Happy Harbour sometime. I have a pretty extensive beachwear line that you'd fill out nicely as well."

And with that, as Kor walks away, Bea settles into the sand once more to just stare at the stars and the glittering lights of boats at sea.