8578/Bringing best friends to the Tower!

Bringing best friends to the Tower!
Date of Scene:	07 November 2021
Location:	Main Room - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	Irie brings her best friend Madison out to tour the Tower. Instead she finds a bunch of Titans there and they all get introduced. Eventually everything comes back to Star Wars and they end their evening watching some Empire.
Cast of Characters:	Irie West, Madison Evans, Donna Troy, Caitlin Fairchild, Kaida Connolly, Bart Allen, Terry O'Neil

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Irie West has posed:
Irie has spent enough time over at Madison's place that she felt kind of bad that she hasn't brought her over here to where she lives yet. After checking in with Donna to make sure that it's okay she finally sent out the invitation.

She waits at the front door for when Maddie arrives and when she does she gives her a big hug! "Hi!" she says. "Welcome to the tower. C'mon in!" She grabs her by the hand and leads her inside, and up the elevator until they get into the main room. "This is where just about everything happens in the tower. If we're lucky we'll get to meet some of the other Titans that are here."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod," Madison remarks with excitement (yes, that's all one word - no, she's technically not a speedster). The teen returns her friend's hug, a huge grin across her features, before she tries to sober her expression a little. "I should like, umm, try to play it cool, right? Or- well, I mean- not like a total..." she fumbles for the right word for a moment, before giving up with a shrug of her shoulders.
    She steps into the elevator - dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a T-Shirt that says 'Imperial Academy: Aim for the Star, Miss by a Mile' imposed over the image of a Stormtrooper helmet. Because of //course// she's wearing yet another Star Wars shirt - just how many of these does she have?
    "Umm... who all do you think I might meet?" she asks.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Unbenknownst to Maddie, and possibly to Irie too, the quiet and easy journey from front door across the lobby to the elevator and then up to the Main Room has not been unobserved. Although it's all very low-key and designed to be hidden from visitors, Titans Tower has a rather fearsome amount of security. Because Maddie is accompanied by Irie there's no sign of defense turrets, no knockout gas seeping through vents in the elevator or anything like that, but the Tower's AI has already imaged her from many angles and in multiple spectrums, done facial recognition, searched through public (and several private) databases for all information on her and created a file. A low-level alert has gone out to all Titans that there's a new visitor at the tower, but that's mostly so that they won't wander into the main room without a mask, if they are trying to preserve their identities.

    It's thanks to this low-level alert that Troia is aware that Irie's requested friend visit is happening now, and thus Troia is in the main room waiting for their arrival. Not waiting TOO hard -- she's not going to be standing by the elevator or anything, but she's there on the giant sofa working away on a tablet when the pair arrive. "Hey Irie!" she calls out. "And... Maddie, right? Welcome to Titan's tower. Irie, we're well stocked up if you guys would like snacks or drinks."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin looks over at the sound of the elevator arriving, and flashes a polite smile at Irie and her guest. "There's food in the fridge, Irie, if your guest is hungry," she reminds the speedster, and wiggles fingers at Madison in greeting. "I'm Caitlin. This is Donna," she says, gesturing at the dark-haired princess. "It's nice to finally meet you. Love the shirt, by the way."

Cait's dressed pretty casually, in relatively loose-fitting grey yoga pants and a comfortable, faded pink hoodie. Knitting needles are clicking steadily in her hands and converting a big spool of yarn into a lumpy, somewhat uneven grey ham cozy/scarf/blanket.

Kaida Connolly has posed:
She had thought about a mask. No, not for the secret identity thing. That'd be silly. What? Would she try to claim she was the other talking, six inch tall talking mouse girl? Yeah, not gonna go over. However, now she does have a nicer sword at her hip and a shield on her back. She is running through the walls to get to the main room, flipping and scrambling up spaces that most other Titans can't even imagine, let alone get to.

Then, a red and green rushes across the floor straight for the fridge to slam right into a small lever at the bottom of the door that forces it open. The door swings slowly outward and then a 'Hup!' can be heard as the small red scarf flutters and she lands on a shelf, grabbing a snacky shake and then leaping out. Then, a snacky shake shaker seems to run along the floor of its own volition till it leaps up and lands on the counter. A moment later, a small, dashing and daring figure lands atop the lid, sits down and takes a big gulp from the straw. A swallow of tasty treat follows.

"Hey, Irie and friend!" A small paw like hand waves before another sip is taken.

Irie West has posed:
"Oh hey!" Irie says when she sees that there are people already here. "Maddie, this is Donna, Caitlin, and Kaida," she says gesturing to each in turn. "Everybody this is my bestie, Madison. She's the reason why we started getting board games in the library. I never knew that they could be so much fun! Also, she's a Jedi."

She turns to Madison, asking, "You want to get something to eat? Cait keeps the kitchen well stocked. We've got a few speedsters on the team and you know how much we eat."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen has come by today and while he was first in costume, when the computer alerts him, who there is a civilian and who it is he pauses. Bart tries to keep a secret Id, but with this being Irie's friend and someone she trusts, she is sure to meet Irie's cousin. He will change to civis and come riding up the elevator. He is actually hopeing to talk to Vic or Donna today, but calling ahead that would make to much sense.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
And then, there is a burst of purple-red light, and a Rabbit Hole opens up- a veritable tear in reality, showing a sandy beach and a blue-green ocean beyond. And in comes the Cheshire Cat, trailing some sand and dressed in a hawaiian shirt and swim trunks, a parasol under one arm and a drink cooler under another.

"Aah... nothing like a trip South of the Equator for a bit of warmth in the middle of Autumn to revitalize oneself..."

He stops, noticing that there are New People in the main room.

"Oh... hello. We have visitors!" he says, glancing over at Donna and Irie, in an 'Is this a bad time?' silent glance.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, umm - hi, everyone!" Madison says brightly - bouncing up onto her toes as she waves to greet them. "Oh, thanks, I love this shirt! I mean- well. I love a lot of shirts. But I love this shirt. I'd love a snac- OH EM GEE can you do that glitter thing?!" She was going to try to stay cool, she really was, but suddenly there was a portal, and a Vorpal, and- well. Who //doesn't// like glitter.
    "Oh. Umm, sorry, uhh... you don't have to... Hi, I'm Maddie! Irie's friend! I didn't realize you guys started getting board games. Which ones did you buy?"

Donna Troy has posed:
    "You didn't check your T-Com?" Donna asks Terry, looking mildly amused. She flashes a grin towards Maddie. "We send out alerts when there's a visitor Maddie," she explains. "Some of us have secret identities to preserve. Terry came out of the closet a while back so he's not too worried about it, and I think that's made him lazy."

    She gives a little wave of her hand in Terry's direction. "It's fine," she says. "Just don't cover her in glitter without checking with Irie first.

    "Hey Bart," she says as the speedster arrives, using his civlian name as he's in civies. "Irie has brought a friend from school to visit."

    "If you guys are in a mood for gaming and want video games rather than board games..." she gestures in the direction of the GIANT cinema-sized monitor that dominates one wall. "We can set something up for you. There don't seem to be any imminent emergencies that require the monitors."

Irie West has posed:
"Cuz!" Irie shouts and rushes up to give Bart a hug. "Bart, Terry, this is my bestie Madison. Madison, this is my cousin, Bart, and it looks like you know of Terry already." She turns to everybody, "Maddie knows I'm from the future, so you don't have to try to hide that from her."

"I got them started on Catan and Ticket to Ride. Also recently picked up Horrified, too!" she tells Maddie. "We'll have to do an official board game night and invite you over again."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will hugs Irie back when she rushes over, and says "Oh may need to get a few for my place, in case folks come over. He smells slightly of soap if anyone has enhanced senses. He nods over to Maddie, and says "Hi, Bart, I'm the one you should call if she gets herself in trouble, and needs something resembling an adult if you can't find anyone else." He jokes a bit and waves tot he others "Hey guys, Donna, hope to chat with ya in a bit about something."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry ohs, "Well, then, hello Madison, it's nice to meet you! Give me one second-" Another Rabbit Hole opens, this one into his apartment. He throws the parasol and the cooler in, and then turns to face the gathering, properly. "It's good to meet another friend of Irie's, I am sure you have been offered snacks and drinks. There's plenty. Always. So much food. I swear. But Irie... no. No. Catan. You don't expose friends to Catan. Catan is the killer of friendships. It is a little known fact that the feud between the Montagues and the Capulets started over a game of Catan."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, umm - should I put you in my phone or something?" Madison asks uncertainly. "'cuz I could - not that I've ever run into any trouble Irie couldn't handle! And- umm. Well, I know about the future, though I'm not from the future. I'm from a long time ago, and a galaxy far, far away." No. No she's not, and even //she// doesn't believe that. She's from LA County.
    Turning to Terry, she giggles as she adds, "I think you have Catan confused with Diplomacy. I mean- seriously. Ugh."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Of course Bart," Donna says with a smile. "Something you need to talk about in private? Just let me know when and I'll make the time."

    "Bart makes a pretty good adult," she says to Maddie with a grin. "But if Irie gets in trouble a call to the tower will always get an answer, if only by the Tower's AI... but then we'd all get an alert and come running. Bart /is/ a fast runner though. You can add the number for the Tower as well as Bart's number if you like."

    The talk of board games largely goes over Donna's head. her favorite board game is /petteia/ but generally only board game enthusiasts into the history of gaming ever play that outside of Themyscira. She has heard of Diplomacy though! "We tried to play that once some years back, when the Titans was still pretty new. Nightwing's idea. It didn't go well." She looks side-eyed at Caitlin, challenging her to speak. "I /may/ have been a bit over-enthusiastic back then. I did not wish to be limited by the rules when I felt there were more tactically advantageous ways of attacking Cyborg's country. My suggestions for rule changes were not widely popular."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin's needles land in her lap and she looks skyward for patience, then over at Donna. "You can't arbitrarily declare your forces are all heavy cavalry," she tells Donna with a long-suffering tone. "It didn't work for Hannibal crossing the Alps and it didn't work for Donna trying to take Italy from Victor."

She tries to go back to the task at hand, looks at the hopeless mess of stitches, and with a resigned sound tosses the work aside for a moment. "Board game night was a regular thing around here for a long time," Caitlin explains to the newcomers. "It's a good way to relax and socialize. Plus we're almost never at a loss for at least four players."

Her brow furrows. "Come to think of it, I think that Gar and Vic have a game of Risk that's been on pause for like, four years now."

Irie West has posed:
Irie giggles at Donna, "I would have /loved/ to have seen that game. Maddie has introduced me to a lot of things. Like miniature painting! And then the games that go with the minis. And she's shown me /all sorts/ of movies and TV shows that I never got to watch because I was too busy being a hero with my dad."

"Oh! Maddie. Give me your phone." She takes it and plunks in the number for the Titan emergency line and for Bart's number. "There you go. In case anything happens to me or in case any Sith show up."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over to Irie and says "Oh, so that mean you want to borrow some of my books? I played a bit when I was going to Happy Harbor, and have thought about playing again Rob ran a game recently." He looks over to Donna. "It is just normal stuff, wondered do we have a simulator for flying the jet, and if so, could I get some time in it, and if it has a driving version as well."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry blinks at Irie, and frowns. "That's not how you pronounce it, Irie. 'Sith' are the people from Star Wars. You mean the Sith," he pronounces it 'shee', "The faeries. They're written the same but pronounced differently because Gaelic pronunciation was settled on a dare. In any case, you shouldn't worry too much about the see unless it's the Unseelie... but if /those/ show up, my friendMeggan can help you with those." He grins and looks down at his fur. "I should go and take a shower, I am dragging sand all over."

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison casually tosses her phone - knowing that catching it, for her speedster friend who can basically slow down time, is not a worry. "Oh, yeah, for sure! You never know when the Sith are going to emerge from the shadows!" Madison agrees brightly.
    Her attention shifts next to Terry, and she bursts into giggles, before looking to her friend again with a broad grin. "Right. Sorry. The 'shee.'"
    Looking over to Caitlin and Donna she adds, "Really, if you're going to decide on house rules - it's important to do it //before// the same starts, or everyone can think it's just poor sportsmanship, you know? I mean - there's a few exceptions, like especially if a game is just draaaaaagging on and everyone's looking for a way to end it, but..."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "There was nothing arbitrary about it Cait!" Donna objects. "I stated clearly that I had determined that heavy cavalry was the key to unlocking the plains of Piedmont. Each turn lasts half a year. After eight turns I declared my new armies would henceforth be heavy cavalry. That's four years, plenty of time to start training up heavy cavalry units. It was entirely reasonable, and tactically sensible. It was a limitation of the rules of the game and a modification should have been allowed."

    Donna looks away from Caitlin grumpily, though it's obviously fake grumpiness and she uses it as cover to hide from Caitlin the wink she gives to Irie. "Besides, it was only delaying the inevitable. When I persuaded Hank to attack Naples a few turns later I was able to take northern Italy regardless of those foolish rules."

    Of course an alliance between Donna and Hank had been short-lived - they were both notably /competitive/ players. The pair had quickly fallen into a protacted war that never really got anywhere due to the narrowness of the Italian peninsula, and before long Nightwing, playing as England, swept them both aside with his extensive navies. This is probably the real reason why Donna objects.

    "Absolutely Bart," Donna says with a wide smile. "You want to get checked out on the T-Jet? I'll set you up with the simulator later today and run over all the controls with you. We don't really have a driving simulator aside from a wide range of racing games, but if you're planning to get your license I'd be happy to give you some lessons."

    Donna is a good driver, once you get over the fact that she /appears/ to be reckless and dangerous and realize she's just confident in her reactions. It took Caitlin a while to realize that. Bart as a speedster may be one of the few people on the planet who might actually do rather well with driving lessons from her.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"You'd think so," Caitlin agrees with Madison. "But the way it works out, house rules tend to be something we come up with on the fly." She gestures vaguely with a thumb at a row of large coffee tins each with a strip of masking tape over them, and wads of small bills shoved into each. 'Secret ID', 'Swear Jar', 'Dirty Kitchen', and several others all stand as testimony to the Titan's monetarily punitive policies.

She starts packing up her things into a canvas tote bag that's overflowing with additional bundles of yarn and extra knitting needles. "You're welcome to start with the simulator, Bart," she tells the speedster with a kindly tone. "I don't mind giving some lessons. Once you get forty hours of flight time we can get you a private pilot license. It's good to have more than just a couple people rated on the T-bird."

She pauses, bag on her shoulder. "Just don't go into the hangar and mess with my seat settings," she requests with a tone that looks mostly playful.

Mostly. "Anyway-- I'm off for the evening. I'll see everyone later," she bids the group. "Madison, it was swell to meet you. Irie, bring her around again sometime soon, okay?"

Irie West has posed:
Irie rolls her eyes at Terry. "No, I mean /Sith/. You never know when you're going to run into one." Despite her serious tone, it's obvious that she's kidding by the way she's grinning and giving Madison a surreptitious wink of the eye. "Never heard of the Shee before. I didn't know faeries were called that."

To her cousin she says, "Maddie's got a bunch of books," she says. "Even Star Wars books! They use funky dice though. Even more funky than D&D does." She, then grins at him. "You're gonna learn to fly the T-Jet? Cool! I'm... er... not a big fan of flying. Unless it's in GIRL's rocket ship. Somehow that doesn't bother me."

She shakes her head at Donna. "I don't know the rules about Diplomacy, but that seems very reasonable. Maybe there's another game that takes that into account? She shakes her head. "I'm just getting into the hobby. We never really got into board games back home. Life was just too hectic."

She gives Caitlin a wave, "See you later, Cait. I'll definitely bring her around again. Everybody's getting along great!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over to Irie, and says "Yea, and would suggest you learn it and how to drive. I know neither are skills we may never use, but it is good to know and flying more so, as on the ground, can get around not knowing how to 90% of the time, but if your in a plane, well knowing how to get it back to the ground in one piece is a goof thing. He will head over to the kitchen grabbing a soda "Anyone want anything?" He is still moving at normal speeds. The young man has come a long way over the last few years.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Sith. The Sith. I wouldn't worry /too/ much about them. If they ever show up, I'm sure I can ge the CareBears to come and stare them to death." The cat grins. "I'll need to duck out with Caitlin. I've got sand to get out of my fur and Gar comes home tomorrow- so if I start tonight, I might just actually be ready in time."

It takes a lot of time, okay? "Nice to meet you, Madison. See ya all later!"

And with that, the Cheshire Cat heads for one of the elevators to hit the showers.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Doesn't, like, the glitter get stuck in his fur, too?" Madison stage-whispers - as she waves eagerly to the departing Titans. "Man. I can't believe the //Titans// are inviting me back!" she adds with a quiet squeal. This is another one of those 'Emma's never going to believe me' moments.
    Her attention shifts towards Bart as she adds, "Umm - I'll take anything that qualifies as 'junkfood.' Just don't tell my mom." Her tone is light, and joking. ...but seriously. Don't tell her mom.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Irie understands!" Donna declares with a grin. "Irie gets it. If the rules don't take perfectly reasonable things into account, the rules are at fault and should be changed. I kept telling them this! See, Irie's smart. This is why I buy her too much ice cream.

    She gives Caitlin a wave as Caitlin departs, then leans forwards to say to Bart in a conspiratorial stage-whisper, "Don't listen to her. Mess with her seat settings. Hawkeye checked out on the T-Jet and she's about half Caitlin's size. It's too much fun watching Caitlin get annoyed every time Hawkeye was the last one to fly the jet.

    "Sand! Even worse than glitter. Good luck Vorp." She gives a slight shake of her head as the Cat vanishes after Caitlin. "Maddie, the glitter gets stuck /everywhere/. One time Thor was sneezing glitter for a week. The only reason I haven't banned him from setting off glitter bombs outright is because one time he set off a glitter bomb on the bridge of a Kryptonian battle cruiser when General Zod was trying to invade, and that was funny."

Irie West has posed:
Irie cocks her head at Bart. "I don't know," she says uncertainly. "I mean. I'm only five. I don't think they'd let me be behind the wheel of /anything/. They looked at me funny when I borrowed your rickshaw." She brightens up, "Oh! I could use a snacky shake!"

Irie's eyes go wide at Terry. "Care Bears are /real/?" she asks in mock seriousness. "Wonderland seems like a neat place if they've got them hanging around." When he goes to depart she waves at him, too. "Have a good night!"

Irie's eyes go wide. "He glitterbombed /Zod/?" She bursts out laughing, "Oh! I wish I could have seen that.!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen nods, and will come back with the shake and a couple bags of chips. There are types from around the world, seems Bart likes to keep odd varieties around. He will have a shake for Irie and one for Donna knowing once one is taken another would be wanted. He also brings soda for himself and Maddie "I think we are going with mental age for you and me more than time alive Irie." He smirks "Or else I could not drive either."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Glitter is the best, though! I'd love to see one of the glitter- Wait - you're aging weird too?!" Madison asks, her attention shift from Donna, to Bart abruptly as she pops the top to her soda, and takes a swig. She eyes the various bags of chips, and then picks up one and reads, "Salted egg flavored salmon skin chips." All of those words go together? She shrugs, pulls the bag open, and tentatively nibbles on one. "...hey! These ain't bad!"
    She nibbles on another before adding, "Gosh, Irie, I can't believe you didn't know the Care Bears are real. I guess we'll cut you some slack - since you're five and all." She nudges her friend playfully, then leads in to stage-whisper to her friend, "If there's a flight simulator, do you think I could try it? Or is that like- ...pushing it?"

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna takes the snacky shake from Bart with a bright smile of thanks, and gives a nod of her head. "I'm with Bart on this one. If you're ready, you are ready. The American habit of counting years and deciding that you are ready for something depending on the precise number of years that have passed since your birth is nonsensical. When I first arrived in America I was told I was too young to drink wine. I had been drinking wine all my life, and suddenly I was too young to drink wine and wouldn't be able to handle it for another four years? It made no sense at all. It's true that younger people may not have the experience to know when to /stop/ drinking wine, but how does it make sense to deprive them of the opportunity to learn that experience, thus making them over-eager to consume large quantities when they are finally permitted to do so? Americans make strange rules sometimes."

    A momentary expression of doubt crosses Donna's face, but is quickly wiped away. "We should probably check with Wally before going too far, but Irie if you want to learn to drive I'd be happy to teach you. We might have to do it when Wally's not looking though."

    "I could set um the simulator for to have a go on if you like, Maddie. But to be honest it's not a whole lot of fun. It's really aimed at teaching people how to fly an actual high-tech jet with a lot of controls that need memorizing. If you'd like though we have some flight simulator games on the tower systems. They're pretty impressive to play on a forty-foot screen. Want to give that a go?"

Irie West has posed:
Irie takes her snacky shake and a snack from Bart and cracks them open. She grins at him, "I guess that's true. I suppose I could start learning to drive a car, since I think I'm, what, sixteen or so? I do pretty good in Forza!"

She giggles at Madison, "I didn't know Sith were a thing either until I met a real life Jedi!" She shoulderbumps her friend affectionately "I don't know..." she says about the flight simulator. When Donna explains she just nods along. "Yeah. That. I've been in it once and while it's cool and everything it's really realistic but in the boring kind of way."

"But yeah! You should try out some of the video games on the monitor! Or watch Star Wars on it! It's like being in the theater!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen smirks a bit and is munching some chips that have Spanish writing on the bag, and says "Just know there is a war for the top 3 spots on most of the games that have a high schoor, and Vic, has rigged up a high school ranking on most of the ones that don't." He looks over to Madison and says "I aged different than Irie did, but if you add up the time, other people have been able to interact with me, I would be 7 or 8 I think, and then if you go from my birthday is a totally different number.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh, well, I mean - I've played flight simulator //games// but when else would I get to try a REAL flight simulator and how do I know if I like real flying in a real plane if I don't ever try it I mean my mom say you should try everything once, though honestly, I don't think she's really thought that whole sentence through because that includes stuff like-" Yes, that was one, and only one sentence, and Madison doesn't even finish it, as she cuts herself off abruptly. "Ahem. Anyways. But I'm sure she wouldn't object to me trying out a flight simulator."
    She turns her attention to the huge screen as she adds, "You guys do have a really nice set-up in here, though. I'm not gonna lie."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "If you'd like to try the flight simulator out we can do that at some point Maddie," Donna offers. "Maybe you could come along some time when Bart is taking a lesson, sit in to see how it all works and then take a go yourself. If that's okay with Bart. Maybe Bart can be persuaded to take you along when he graduates to actual flights, too."

    "It is a good set-up here. Sixty-four speaker Dolby Atmos too. Great for movies." Donna raises a questioning eyebrow to Irie. "Maddie a big Star Wars fan? You guys could watch that if you'd prefer that to playing a game. We've got popcorn, I could make some while you get settled into the movie if you like."

Irie West has posed:
Irie scowls a little bit. "I think we'd want to get Maddie's mom's permission before we take her up in the /actual/ T-Jet," she says. Look at her! Actually being /responsible. "But I don't think she'd need it if she's going to go into the simulator. Besides," she says with a grin to her friend, "All Jedi know how to pilot starfighters right?"

At the thought of watching the movie with Maddie here her eyes go wide. "Ooooh, yess! That'd be /awesome/. You'd be able to watch it like it was meant to be seen!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will nod a bit and is standing there a moment, but then is gone the next. Shortly there moments later there is fresh popcorn and other snacks around the table near the couch. He will even have set out some "jedi" robes in roughly Irie, Madison, and Donna's sizes. He is wearing one and has a really nice replica lightsaber in hand "We can set the mood well." He says.

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Well. We didn't tell mom when I went to //outer space,//" Madison points out. "But... yeah. I should ask my mom before going up in a real T-Jet, though that would be A.MAZ.ING," she says - over emphasizing the word.
    She giggles as she suddenly has a robe, and she slips into it, glancing at Irie before she asks, "If I gave you my keys, how much bother would it be to run off and grab my lightsaber? I mean, if it's a bother, don't. It's fine."
    Honestly - she was asking out of curiosity as much as anything else.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna gives Bart's shoulder a squeeze and smiles wide at him. "I should have known better than to offer to make popcorn when you're around, Bart. So much quicker to have you just zoom off and fetch some."

    She looks a the Jedi robes Bart has brought, and grins. "Actually, I've got an idea... one sec." Donna hops over the back of the sofa and makes for the stairs up to the women's dorm corridor at a speed that would be impressive if Irie and Bart weren't around, and returns a few moments later wearing a cloak. It's deep, deep black, and covered with thousands of tiny stars. The stars glimmer with a faint light, as if the fabric were somehow made of space itself. "One hundred percent genuine space robe," she announces. "Used to belong to an actual space pirate. He gave it to me when I was stuck in a pocket universe inside a black hole this one time."

    "Wendy?" Donna calls out to the Tower's AI as she retakes her seat. "Theater mode on, lights down. Play..." she glances over to Maddie and Irie. "Which one of the movies do you want to watch? Call it!"

Irie West has posed:
"Oh neat!" Irie says when Bart comes back with Jedi robes. "I'll put them on when I get back. Gimme your keys, Maddie." When Mads tosses her the keys she's gone and back in no time flat, holding Maddie's personal lightsaber replica, and in her Jedi robes. She takes the lightsaber offered to her, and plops down on the couch.

"Now she's just showing off," she says to Maddie. "But you're the guest. You choose what you want to see!"

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison does indeed obligingly toss Irie her keys. In fact - odds are this is //not// the first time the teen has asked her speedster bestie to run by her apartment to fetch something. "You're the best, Irie!" she remarks effusively, as she slips on her //own// robe instead - and turns on her purple FX lightsaber, giving it a practiced twirl before deactivating it again. She drops onto the couch, leaning back before declaring, "Empire Strikes Back. //Of course//." It's the best of the movies, after all.
    As the opening scrawl starts - she reaches into the bowl for some popcorn, and munches happily. Popcorn and Star Wars in the Titan's Tower. Oh yeeeeah.