7790/Pizza Pizza. Oh yeah, and people!

Pizza Pizza. Oh yeah, and people!
Date of Scene:	11 September 2021
Location:	Giorgio's Pizzeria - St. Martin's Island
Synopsis:	Nia meets Heather and they chat about journalism.
Cast of Characters:	Heather Danielson, Nia Nal

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Heather Danielson has posed:
    Saturday in the Pizzaria. It is the perfect place for Heather to hang out. What with her whole amped up metabolism requiring ten times the calories of a normal person to fuel her regenerative powers, it is a good thing she has plenty of money. She has two empty calzone pans at her table, a third full one halfway eaten before her.

    At the moment, she's wearing a baseball cap.... as if that somehow could hide who she is from anyone who might know her. She is in street clothes however, and not in uniform. Every once in a while she -tries- to get away from the celebrity-superhero life.

Nia Nal has posed:
    Nia looks exhausted. The cub reporter has been working non-stop to try and get her work noticed by people at the Daily Bugle, and she looks like she dozed off at her desk in her clothing. She's wearing a pastel pink skirt and pale grey leggings with flats. A matching blouse and a cute ascot finishes her outfit, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. She stifles a yawn as she makes her way into the pizzeria, glancing about.

    She moves towards the counter. "Mn. The place across from my apartment got shut down. So...hi." Her accent isn't local. West coast? Maybe. She blinks tiredness from her eyes as she looks at the menu. "Soda. With caffeine, please. Hot wings. Ranch. That cool?" The man behind the counter nods, and she fishes out her wallet to pay.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Her own voice sounding distinctly Midwestern, Heather lifts her eyes from the food. The dull roar of her tummy has been sated, so now she can actually be more aware of her surroundings. I mean sure, her ability to eat so much and not gain a bunch of weight makes some people jealous. But she thinks of it as a curse to basically need to be snaking every waking moment, and waking up from sleep with a painful hunger.

    "First timer here I see!" she calls out. "The Calzones are amazing, let me tell you. Best in town." she adds with a smile.

Nia Nal has posed:
    The young woman glances over as she's called out to, and she grins a bit. "Well, I can only eat so much. But I'll try the calzones next time, for sure!" She steps away from the counter as she waits for her order to be ready. She considers where to sit before she finds herself heading over towards the woman who called out to her.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    With the approach of the new stranger, Heather gives a bright and cheery, and far more genuine smile than she does on the pages of the magazines. She reaches up and tips her ballcap upwards so she can see Nia better. "Please, sit down. Join me." she says as she reaches for the big glass of soda she has sitting on the table.

    "Hey Marty, any chance I could get you to rustle up some breadsticks so I can nibble?" she asks the guy behind the counter.

Nia Nal has posed:
    The woman slides down into the offered seat and slips her purse from her shoulder. She also unclips the Daily Bugle badge from her breast pocket and slides it into her purse. "Thanks! I hate eating alone and I still don't really know a lot of people in town." She grins softly.

    Her soda is brought over, and the girl takes a long sip of it before she furrows her brow a bit, staring at her table partner. Heather likely recognizes that 'Where do I know her from?' look.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Glancing at the Planet badge, Heather lifts both blonde brows as she sucks at her drinking straw. "I don't always have the luxury of waiting for someone else to be able to sit with me while I eat." she adds with a shrug, "And I eat a -lot-. I think I spent like a third of any given day stuffing my face."

    But then that look hits her, and she connects it with the press ID. She grins and lifts her hand to take the hat off. "The usual trick is to imagine me in a bathing suit." she suggests. "But then there's the blue bodysuit I wear in the field as a Titan... if that helps." she says, laying her bright red St Louis Cardinals ball cap on the table.

Nia Nal has posed:
    The realisation brings a blush to her cheeks. "Ah. Right. I had a poster of you on my dorm room wall." She realises her admittance, and thankfully her food arrives at that moment. She jams a wing into her mouth instead of her foot, and noms on it as she watches the other. She uses a napkin to clean her lips, after.

    "Heather Danielson, right? Wow. I'm Nia. Nia Nal."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Dorm room huh?" asks Heather before she takes another sip of her drink. Then Martin delivers the breadsticks and she just grins his way. "Thanks." she says sincerely before turning her gaze back to Nia. "So, must've been some of my earlier work. But.. you can't have graduated more than what, a year or two ago?"

    "Anyway. Yeah... nice to meet you Ms. Nal. Couldn't help but notice you work for the Planet." She says as she points a finger-gun at the badge. "Don't suppose I could convince you to come cover some of my charity drives, could I?"

Nia Nal has posed:
    "Yeah, pretty fresh out," she admits. "I went to Brown." She slows down on her food a bit as they talk, the lack of an embarassing reaction helping her cope with her statement. She grins a bit and glances towards her purse, where she put her badge.

    "Huh? Oh! I mean, I'm a cub reporter, so I'd need to pitch it, but...I'm sure I could put something together to get him to agree to letting me do that."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Let's be honest, the way the world is these days, who knows who likes to look at girls in bikinis? Heather doesn't judge. She just appreciates the appreciation. Okay, that's a mouthful. Either way, she doesn't really react either way.

    She follows the gaze and then laughs, "Brand new to the scene huh?" she asks. "And him who?" a pause and her eyes flicker skywards, "I think my next thing is chaperoning a group of Girl Scouts who couldn't afford to go to scout camp... and taking them camping myself."

Nia Nal has posed:
    "Oh, my editor," she says as she waves it off. "He said he was impressed by me Memorial Day article, though, so...I can probably swing it. What kind of charities?," she asks. "Also, Nia. Please."

    She keeps working on her hot wings, eating slowly as she talks with the other woman.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    And now, Heather can fully understand the priorities of needing to eat while one talks. That is like... every day for her. But then she nods at the comment about the editor. "That makes sense. Sorry, I'm not much of a writer or whatnot."

    She leans back in her seat, the I <3 Baby Yoda shirt becoming more visible. "Like I said, for now it's Girl Scouts. But I also do food drives for the homeless, I am actually a Big Sister for three girls who are wards of the state. I try to stay involved as much as I can. Daddy always told me that no matter what I was doing, I should make it a part of my day to make someone else's day a bit easier. So I try to do that as best I Can."

Nia Nal has posed:
    "I'm always happy to help promote the Girl Scouts, especially after the trans announcements." She sips her soda some more. "Cute shirt, by the way." Nia smiles softly, and tucks a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "That's admirable, really. I...try to help people, when I can. But the big city is kind of scary, honestly. I grew up in a really small town."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Yeah. I wasn't a total small town girl, but Metropolis is a lot bigger than St Louis, or the suburb I grew up in." offers Heather. "And yeah, I think people should totally be able to decide for themselves whom and what they want to be. Others should respect that and just not criticize."

Nia Nal has posed:
    She smiles softly at that and nods, glancing down into her glass. "...Well, I agree." She clears her throat and finishes another wing before she says anything else. "So, any new shoots or anything coming up?," the woman asks curiously, glancing back up from her meal.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Not that I am retired or anything but.. being a Titan takes up a large part of my time." says Heather. She reaches for a breadstick and takes a bite. She chews thoughtfully and shakes her head, "I mean, I have offers from some of the more.. lecherous publications... not plannin' any of that though. Nope."

    She shakes her head and gestures with her half-breadstick, "Though SI did invite me back for next February's issue."

Nia Nal has posed:
    Nia nods to that, her cheeks coloring a hint. "Probably for the best. Nothing at all against women who do that, but..." She trails off and shakes her head, waving the subject off before she blushes even further. "Are you going to do it?," she asks, curiously.

    Nia finishes her food and sits back a bit.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "The SI part? ...Most likely. Yes. The rest? Heck no." says Heather as she wrinkles up her nose. But she shrugs, totally not shy about stuff. I mean who could do what she does and -be- shy?

    But she grins, "So, I wonder what it would do for a Cub reporter if a Titan asked the Planet to assign that cub as the official reporter of the Titans." she says, trying to divert attention from her.. sorta.

Nia Nal has posed:
    She opens and closes her mouth, stunned for a moment. "I...what? Why would...you do that?" Her mouth is dry, suddenly, and she picks up her soda to drain it to try and get some moisture back in her mouth. "I mean, I'd be honored and it would be -incredible-, but..."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "I mean, I might be talked into it." Heather offers as she puts down her breadstick.. wipes her hand off on a napkin, and then reaches for her phone. Picking it up, she opens her Daily Planet app. "Nall you said?" She asks with a grin as she starts a search for anything with Nia's name on the byline.

Nia Nal has posed:
    She nods to that. "Yes. Nia. Nia Nal..." There are almost a year's worth of minor articles from the young woman. No cover stories. Everything she writes, however, is passionate, and she's drawn a bit of criticism due to how often she gets involved, and also from being a public trans woman, which is mentioned in an article. Death threats have apparently happened.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    At first, Heather just looks curious. She's not a speed reader. But she is good at skimming stuff. The trans thing makes more sense to her and she nods, "Okay then." she says, the poster on the wall thing seeming to fit better now. In her mind's eye, this girl was just not living her truth, and was in the closet and maybe trying to prove that she was a straight guy. Again, no judgement, merely approval that she finally found her own truth.

    And then she narrows her eyes and tilts her head, "So how the hell is anyone's truth anyone's business but their own?" She asks as she glances up, "Seriously? Death threats?" she asks.