9154/Singing with the Radio Star

Singing with the Radio Star
Date of Scene:	18 December 2021
Location:	Radio City Music Hall
Synopsis:	Christmas-time at the Radio City Music Hall.
Cast of Characters:	Singularity, Nikolas Kamarov, Michael Hannigan, Clint Barton, Dane Whitman

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Singularity has posed:
Radio City Music Hall is currently lit up by the large Christmas Tree that headlines Rockefeller Center. And tonight, here has Singularity humming. She's floating along in the rooftops as music would be played, humming happily. Moving to flicker through, dancing across the ceiling while listening to the performers, the recorders.. Fizzling and popping while she would dart along to get the best views!

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Niko is not normally a fan of such performances. It's not that he doesn't enjoy the music or the dance. It's just....too many people. It's like being an unsocialized dog, expecting someone to snap at you, even though it rarely happens. Always on alert.

    Unfortunately, he wasn't given a choice, given that one of his superiors tapped him for the prestige of having a metahuman bodyguard to impress his new "girlfriend" along with tickets to the show.

    So, here he is, dressed in a nice suit and tie, a dark overcoat worn with a cashmere scarf that hangs over his neck loosely, the coat undon in the heat of the interior. But more than enough to hide the pistol in the shoulder holster for most people.

    He doesn't actually need it, but again, it's expected of a bodyguard.

    Also expected of a bodyguard is to pay attention to their surroundings, therefore he's looking up at the moment, squinting at the shimmering blue girl who appears to be dancing and darting along the ceiling. He'd wonder about the alcohol he'd been drinking...except they didn't let him have any, which has him slightly grumpier than normal.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
While a performer in his own right, Nick is not one of the ones performing tonight. As Nick Drago he's already done his fair share of participating with festivities by releasing a charity album, fundraiser parties, and singing at the treelighting at Rockefeller. (Where people got much more lovey dovey than is considered normal...) And as Mike he's done the food drive and food kitchen stuff. Honestly, if there was a quota, he likely met it under both aliases.

So tonight, it's definitely a night off for him. He was bored, and It just so happens the Studio had a spare guest ticket to the show tonight. So here he is, hair pulled back and dressed up witha red dress shirt that just pops in contrast to the black of the suit jacket he wears. Being the tickets are associated with Shaw Studios, he's here under the name that he uses most commonly with it. Nick Drago. Even the free tickets aren't really free. As such he ends up seated reasonably close to Nikolas's charge. But no worries. It's just a harmless young rockstar. No worries at all.

Honest!

None.

Clint Barton has posed:
So this is one of those times where Clint is....well, bored.

No missions from SHIELD, no Avenging to be done. So what do you do when nobody and nothing suspects you to be extraordinary? You try being ordinary for size. So he's here tonight, listening to the music being played by others, no bow on him, no guns, no weapons...just being himself. Sadly though, he wasn't too big of a music fan.

He got these on free tickets.

So, Clint is watching and waiting, even if his hearing aids have been turned off, leaving him in near deadly silence as he crosses his arms and stares into the vastness, just enjoying the peace and the quiet...and the occasional bumping of shoulders.

Singularity has posed:
The blue starry-bodied girl is dancing. Leaping and spinning in her own ballet while spiraling through the air. Singularity is aloft with giddiness. She would chime, "Tis the season to be jolly! while mirthfully leaping towards a pillar up in the air while she would perform to some of the music going on. She would leap up to it, then flicker as she would hit the edge of it, teleporting through it and then doing the same with the next in line, until she had made a full circuit.
    Then the music finishes, and Singularity is going to teleport back down to the ground as she would look about starry eyed. "This is the best time of year! Everyone is so happy and cheerful!" While moving to bounce up and down a few times.

Then for whatever reason she notices Clint and would flicker and appear next to him, a look of concern in her eyes. "Is everything okay?"

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Niko's patron tonight that he's guarding, does notice when Singularity...well, appears. <<"What is this? Who is this? An Avenger?!? She is little girl....">> Niko leans over the balcony slightly to look. Looks at his patron. Shrugs?

    <<"Go see!">> the patron promptly orders. <<"Things must be safe for my sweetie tonight!">> Said sweetie giggles, leaning forward to where she's almost falling out of her dress as she leans into the older man.

    Niko resists the urge to roll his eyes, then turns around, nodding to the other more normal guards by the door as he heads out, then walks over to the stairway, before vaulting over the bannister, plummeting to the ground floor as he lands easily, then moves to where he can get a better idea of what's going on.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick doesn't have hearing aids to turn down, nor would he feel inclined to. From his own seat he's leaned back, one hand acting as a place for him to rest his chin upon. His other hand is curled, wrist resting upon his lap as the fingers on that side tap in rhythm to the piano's part. Well, half of the piano's part. Only one hand is available at the moment to play the invisible keys before him.

As the music isn't meriting complete visual attention, his eyes do wander in the slightest, coming across a glimpse of a familiar face. The fingers slow to a stop as Mr. Drago gives a more focused look towards Clint. Whe- OH. That piano thing over a-

Huh. Small world. When Singularity appears right next to him with no warning, his brows lift. What in th-?

Clint Barton has posed:
Beautiful, perfect silence.

Every now and again he feels the vibrations of someone moving closeby. But thats the thing, a -person-. He has Nikolas relatively pegged and identified largely as a potential target, but thats largely old training talking more than a hunch, but what he was -not- expecting was a freaking walking pocket dimension walking over to him and checking to see if he was alright.

He jumps in a startle for a moment, because he's seen a lot...but this one was pretty new.

He reaches up and touches his ear, or rather the device in his ear, and he switches it on. "Oh hi." He tells Singularity with a little bit of a wave. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you were saying. Could you repeat the question?"

He notices Nick, but he has his hands a little bit full with Singulairty, it would appear.

Singularity has posed:
Singularity would float over in front of Clint Barton, the star-made pocket universe watching him and would sing, "Are you okay?" The words simple and cheerful, but also concerned. Her hovering in front of Clint and then maneuver her head, "Making sure. You seem sad. If sad then everything is not okay." Singularity's words would chime with light resolve as she would hover.

Then suddenly Singularity is porting herself over next to Nick, chiming, "Hello!" and giving a wave over and then turn her attention over to Niko as he would fall.. Then she would rapidly move to teleport over underneath him, ready to catch him from his tumble in a quick poink!

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Niko slows, pausing as he sees Singularity at...play? She doesn't appear to be a threat...though he's not familiar with her either. Perhaps a friend of...Barton. That's who it is. Well. Avengers seem to have the weirdest friends. It's almost charming how strange they are.

    Then again, he had a friend who turned into a giant bear man with a chain gun. He's probably not the best at judging strangeness.

    The other boy, he doesn't know...he's not really a music person, or at least not the sort that Nick plays.

    For the moment he pauses, lurking, just.....studying Singularity primarily, though keeping the other two in his peripheral vision. "...prekrasnyy." he murmurs.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Ok so there's some type of teleporter talking to Clint and she also appears to be a floater. That those around Clint aren't giving this much consideration is testament to the 'seen it all' attitude of New Yorkers and the 'Try not to look like a tourist' mantra of the non-New Yorkers. Due to his distance from the pair, he doesn't quite hear what's being said. But body language and a career that involves wearing earplugs from time to time does help a little. Seems like a basic introduction and being there was fiddling with something to the side of his head, Nick assumes Clint to be wearing an earbud or earplug and for some reason he couldn't hear whatever was said earlier to him. It's in the middle of the concert so he highly doubts the man was on the phone. Hmm. Probably earplugs. Seems that guy really values his hearing if he's thinking the volume levels in this concert is already too high to deal with unaided.

Singularity's sudden disappearance is surprising but upon her appearing right next to him to speak. Nick ends up sliding back, hitting the backing of the seat as he turns his head to look to her. Oh for cry- two nights in a row with the suddenly appearing glowing women! But at least this time around he didn't launch himself out of the seat.

His mouth opens, allowing for the performer to do his best impersonation of a fish as he boots up a response. "-Hi." And like that, she's gone again. Turning his head, he leans forward to look back over towards Clint to see if she returned to the Avenger. "What the hell was that?" He mouths, not really expecting a response.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint clears his throat for a moment. "Well I like to take time to myself. I wouldn't say sad, more like...I don't know, contemplative?" Clint suggests to the walking universe, then she seems to port over to Nick and question him and Clint is just kinda wondering what in the actual hell just happened? Doesn't this stuff normally happen to people like Dr. Strange or Scarlet Witch or other people who tamper with the fabric of reality or something like that?

Wait....Clint can make a cosmic arrow out of this, he just knows it. That should help him stay in the big leagues!

Nah, asking someone for weird universe material is probably wrong. Though his eyes seem to turn to look upon Nikolas Kamarov a moment, and his eyes narrow. It seems Clint is somewhat aware. Though his major attention shifts to Nick, making sure he was doing okay, and he just lifts his arms in a shrug.

Singularity has posed:
Everything seems all right! Singularity would smile, "Good. Thinking is good." Then there would be another flicker as she would move over to if she could teleport over to Nick, and then would move tug him along, going to try and lead him towards Clint, "Please?" As she would go to pop over and then do the same routine over with Nikolas to get all four of them together.

Then there would be whether or not they had all come forwards and there would be a plink as Singularity would teleport back over beside Clint. "What has you so thinking?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Seeing the shrug, Nick gives a bit of a half smile, mirroring the shrug. Just another evening in New Yo-AUGH! Nick shifts back in his seat as Singularity appears in front of him to try and encourage him to move. While 'Please?' isn't a descriptive enough sentence, the general context of her poofing back and forth between multiple locations seems reasoning enough to assume she's not wanting to keep jumping around. "...Ok fine." He allows, getting up from his seat to make his way down to where Clint is. He's not quite sure what Singularity is, but at least he knows of the Avenger.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
Niko keeps turning her head, back and forth as Singularity pops around, like he was watching a tennis match or something. It's...fascinating. He's never seen an energy signature quite like her before, it's almost overwhelming, in fact.

    BEfore he knows it, he's stepping a bit closer to the group, enough that he's standing out a bit more, raising a brow as she bounces around. "She is energetic." he says, a faint hint of a Russian accent in his rough voice.

Dane Whitman has posed:
The man in black is late.

He appreciates a good symphony, it's one of the few ways he's found to really unwind. Dane tries not to be highstrung, but it's not like he has a say in the matter. At least he doesn't see that he does, anyway. He's under orders to relax, and so here he is.

Discretely entering by the main entrance, he quietly steps down the aisle, dark eyes lined with insomnia scan for empty seats. He would soon enough either find such or at least a welcoming place to stand.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Thinking is pretty good. You don't think and you'll probably gonna get killed." Clint tells Singularity with a bit of grim humor touching his voice, though he watches her move over to Nick, and he seems to be catching on to what she's doing. Is she guiding peple over to him? "Eh, just enjoying the peace and quiet. Life is crazy, you know? Nothing to be worried about. So uh...do you have a name, or should I just call you 'teleport girl'?"

Hero names are weird.

Though Niko and Nick are both coming down over to him it would appear, and he's rubbing the back of his neck. "Gee, you guys know how to make a guy feel special."

Singularity has posed:
With everyone coming together the floating blue girl seems even happier. Her form would start to glow a little more, her material sparkling and flashing before she would tone it down. But it's still a very emotionally reactive vibe of 'smile-joy' radiating off her in almost a sensation pinging along. She would hover and look amongst the men. A glowing feminine-shaped blue lifeform might very well be easy to notice.

"Hello! And who are each of you? I am Singularity." She would hover, but standing completely 'even' as if she were simply up another foot or so above the ground rather than the slight dips that someone flying might.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
    Niko tilts his head, raising a silvery brow. "Singularity. Definitely singular." he says, rubbing the back of his neck idly as he eyes the others, then gruffly says. "Niko. You can call me Niko." What the hell. It's not like this is a threatening situation nor is he particularly under cover. Or probably known to any of these people even if he was.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Having the furthest to go, Nick is the last of the trio to join forces. But he at least had enough good timing to hear Nikolas's observation. "Energetic is one way of putting it." Nick agrees, looking over to the blond. "Evening Clint." Nick greets, "It's been awhile. Is sh-"

Nick pauses as Singularity starts to ask who they are. Ok so, she's not a friend of Clint's, so what caused her to pick out the three of them from the whole audience?

He glances over towards Niko as he introduces himself. "Nick." He offers up for his own name. Best keep it simple and just stick with what he's going by right now.

Dane Whitman has posed:
The somewhat dour man in the suit and turtleneck eventually makes his way up to one of the overhead areas where he takes a position at the rails. He greatly prefers such to anything up close. You can appreciate the coordination involved to create such a sound when you witness the flow of movement in tandem throughout.

This is an aspect that he as a swordsman admires.

Dane Whitman rests an elbow on the banister as he settles in for the show. Perhaps eventually catching sight of the small group gathering as he would at least recognize Clint, if noone else. The floating entity would earn an arching of his brow as well.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint looks at Singularity for a moment and he tilts his head. "Singularity...yeah, that makes sense. So are you human with a metahuman ability, or are you something else entirely?" Clint asks of Singularity, and Niko seems to get a nod. Though before Clint can say his own name, Nick Drago seems to say it for him!

"Hey Nick." Clint greets with a little bit of a wave, before he's looking at Dane. Well, might as well invite him too. A little wave is what may summon the Black Knight towards their location.

Singularity has posed:
Singularity would get to tell someone about herself! Singularity would have experience at forming this into words, "I am a galaxy. Stars. Dimensions. Space." Her body glowing over, on it the stars shifting to a spiral of galaxies, flashing along from the milky way out to show the entire universe, her form reflective like a planetarium, before the stars would recede back to herself.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
"Is very pretty." Niko says, dryly. "Is small planet to be on, when you are a galaxy." He tilts his head, nodding to the other men as the introduce themselves, then glances to Dane as he's beckoned closer. "You are at least center of the party." he notes to Singularity with dry amusement.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Greetings pretty standard, Nick has a smile upon his face as he listens to Singularity make her interesting introduction. Man, Hank would probably love this. Seeing Clint nod to someone, Nick's glance follows his in time to see the guy from the run in at the studio. The smile fades.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane hrms to himself as he notes the spectacle underway in their corner of the amphitheatre, the arched brow staying high as he's invited over. Best not stay a stranger for this, he privately reckons.

The sword wielding suit will relocate over to their neck of things with arms loosely folded. He purses his lips in consideration, then upon approach relaxes as he introduces,"Hello Clint, wes hal."

He then recognizes Drago in turn, the lowered brows scrunching just a touch. He doesn't mention anything about it however as it's normally best to let sleeping dogs lie.

He does however broach the obvious,"A living orrery, How interesting."

Singularity has posed:
There's a low trill over from Singularity, even as her eyes would flash, "Forgive me, must go." She would look at the group apologetically to each in turn at whatever it was she had felt, and then her form would flicker, fade, and plink as she would teleport away in a star of blue.