8061/Addled by Adders

Addled by Adders
Date of Scene:	30 September 2021
Location:	Shadowcrest Manor - Bristol Township
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Zatanna Zatara, Hyperion

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Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna has tied the bed into knots with her tossing and turning. Her dreams are inhabited by snakes coming out from under her pillows, nesting in her lingerie drawer. Her eyes spring open when she dreams she opens a book to find a viper coiled in it and it raises its head to bite her. It is the third night in a row that the dreams have woken her. Fussing at herself for being so easily spooked by a dream, she lifts her pillows to plump them up again and sneak a look.

IN the morning, she wakes groggy from the restless night and shrieks aloud when she reaches her foot out of the bed expecting a soft fluffy rug, only to grind a freshly shed snake skin under her foot. After recovering, she picks it up and takes it to the kitchen to dispose of. Over coffee she decides that the house needs housecleaning, the type that may need an extra hand. Unwilling to call on the Bats, an unusual name occurs to her as she is sipping her coffee. Hyperion.

The interdimensional house won't freak him out nor will snakes.

Using the magic of her cell phone she gives him a call.

Hyperion has posed:
    Cellphones are a magic that Hyperion at least understands. He -was- working when the phone rang... yeah, he's one of that insufferably annoying breed... the weirdos of the world... Morning People.

    "Milton." comes his resonant voice. The Caller ID read Z.. and he just tilts his head as he listens and he adds, "Is everything okay?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Not really," she admits. "Don't you have caller ID? Does my number come up as Milton? This is Zatanna, by the way. "How are you for time? I'm having a domestic pest problem that I need a hand with, if you wouldn't mind helping. How do you feel about snakes?"

Hyperion has posed:
    A pause, and Mark... Hyperion.. whatever.. he laughs softly and says, "I am Milton. I was answering with my name to make it sound professional. I guess I failed at that."

    And then his voice gets less joking as you describe having a pest problem. A pest problem for someone with the magical chops that Zatanna has... "I've got plenty of time. Where do you need me?" He pauses just a moment, "Wait..." There's a whooshing sound before he adds, "Okay. Just in case you had a plan of something like a poof effect, I am dressed for work now."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zee makes a face and waves her hand as if he could see her. "No, sorry, sorry, it's me. Not you. I had a rough night. Are you available after work, /Miiiilton/? Why is that making me laugh? I thought it was Mark. I can portal you over if you'd like."

Hyperion has posed:
    "It is Mark. Mark Milton." Hyperion says in mock exasperation. "My work is more of a deadline thing, not a clock punching thing. So, as long as I get it done by tomorrow afternoon I'm good. So sure.. pop me on over."

    "I'm re..." and then he finishes the word pretty much as he appears, "ady..."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna makes an apologetic moue and hands him a cup of coffee. "Do you drink coffee, Mark or is it too much considering your abilities?" They stand in a very modern kitchen of stainless steel cabinets and wood trim to warm it up with a few odd features like a full brick bread oven in one wall with a stack of wood nearby, as well as a rotisserie oven fit to roast twenty birds at a time. Other rooms can be seen through the kitchen door.

Hyperion has posed:
    "I drink coffee.. more to fit in than to benefit from any effects that caffeine might have. You might call me... energized already." he admits with a smile as he reached out to take the cup from her.

    But his eyes widen as he turns his head about, "This.. place is huge." he remarks.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Between sips of coffee she explains. "It's why I asked," she says with a brief smile. "I think I'm having a pest problem. Recently an enemy of my father's paid me a call. They call him the Viper. A real creepy looking fellow, he waylaid me as I left the theatre here in Gotham and nearly had me, Mark. He's in jail waiting trial. But if it is him behind this, then he's paying someone that can get through the wards to put snakes in the house. I hate the things and need morale support. Dinah Lance saved my bacon when he used a venom on me that made me mute. If I can't speak, I can't do magic."