9369/Would you like to Super Size Your Order

Would you like to Super Size Your Order
Date of Scene:	30 December 2021
Location:	Planet Herowood - Avenue of Tomorrow
Synopsis:	Leslie works yet another terrible food service job. But maybe, just maybe, she'll consider a life of detective-ing! If she can just figure out which Madrox to ask about the job in the future.
Cast of Characters:	Leslie Willis, Jamie Madrox

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Leslie Willis has posed:
They say hell is other people, but today, our intrepid protagonist Leslie Willis is pretty sure hell is a kitschy chain restaurant job you are court ordered to attend. Well, not court ordered to attend the specific job, but she needs _a_ job, and after an unfortunate end to her carhop Roller Derby career at Mel's Roadside Diner (Home of the B-52 Stratofortress Milkshake Challenge: It'll Carpet Bomb your Tastebuds!) she's had to find a new gig to continue her path to redemption and repayment to society.

But hey, at least she got to ditch the roller skates.

Of course, she's had to trade them in for a knockoff heroic costume. Which is why she's now working her section in a Legally Distinct Homage to Supergirl's costume, with the Planet Herowood logo on her chest.

Of course, the real Maid of Might... she totally uses that name, right? Well, she's got a far sunnier dispositon, and probably wouldn't be quite so scowly about the whole experience.

But it's fine. It's going fine. No one's going to zoom in on their family souvenir pictures to see 'Supergirl' has a gleam of a trapped animal in her eyes as she poses for it.

Besides, it's a family restaurant, every order is like two combo meals and a kids meal with a cheap plastic toy.

It's fine. It's going to be fine. Nothing could go wrong. This is Leslie's mantra as she buses the last table in her section, pausing with her hands on her hips, surveying her domain... which is to say, she's scoping out the empty set of tables, and the angry vein in her forehead is subsiding. She's only a 6/10 on the 'Likely to suck up the local power grid and start putting the boots to people'.

What, is there going to be some sort of sudden rush of giant orders? Pfft, like that'd happen.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Twelve Superspecials, six Wondernuggets, eighteen BoosterCheeze Sticks, and six SHAZAM slushies, please!"

This is the order that Leslie overhears as she makes her way back from bussing the table. Because karma isn't a bitch, she's a mirror.

It might help to explain that Jamie Madrox isn't the... only... Jamie... Madrox in the building. At the moment, one of them is ordering, while another three are chatting up people all over the place, and two more are arguing over... something they probably agree on, frankly.

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie seems to take things pretty well. At least until her mind rewinds and replays that order... and she realizes that was one voice and she has _not_ somehow developed super hearing from her knockoff costume, and been listening to every order in the restaurant at once.

It's once that sinks in that her eyes widen, her mouth falls open, and she just sort of stares vacantly, "I... what the... you... I... _goddamnit!_"

Fists ball at her sides, and she groans... grits her teeth... well, hey, she hasn't got to _cook_ it at least. But still... she's going to need a forklift. And...

Her mouth falls open further somehow.

"Goddamn! Are you all brothers? I've never seen identical... one... five... six? Well, I mean, I guess Sextuplets isn't like... _impossible_... goddamn! I gotta get you guys on my podcast!"

Jamie Madrox has posed:
At least half of the Madri turn to see Leslie's flailing, and they're _all_ amused. This is probably a group of them sans Jamie Prime, because he'd probably not spend that much money on a meal for his dupes when he can just reabsorb them and eat for one.

Still.

"You got a podcast?" one of them asks, coming over. The other two follow.

"What kinda podcast?"

"It's not true crime, is it?"

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie's all about growing that social media following, so a group of identical potential subscribers isn't going to make her run for the hills. No matter how much like Children of the Corn she thinks it is... well, kind of thinks, it's not like she's actually seen the movie.

She scowls, "Hey! My criminal record is like... just a big misunderstanding! I thought that museum was open! Knockout told me she just broke the door down because 'Earth doors pale compared to the glory of Apokolips!' or something!"

She clears her throat, "I mean... uhh... it's like... about whatever."

She frowns thoughtfully, hips cocking, arms crossing, "So like, are you guys gonna sit at one long table? I'm not going to remember who orders what, so that's gonna be on you to like, sort out or whatever."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Uh huh," Madrox-2 says, snickering. "Sure she did. Oh wait, wait, I know, you're uh," he snaps his fingers. "Dammit, I got your name on the tip of my tongue!"

"The BZZZZZZT chick!" says Madrox-3, doing a little _bzzzt_ seizure-mimicking of his own. "Don't you get caught by Superman every other weekend?" He squints at her.

"Hey, be nice to her," Madrox-4 says, shoving M-3. "She's working. I'm sorry. They're assholes." He smiles at Leslie. "We're all having the same thing, so don't worry about it."

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie rolls her eyes, "It is not every other weekend! I haven't done anything major in like... FOREVER! You'll see though! You'll ALL SEE! I'm gonna put on the biggest, bitchin'est crime spr- ....CONCERT TOUR! Yeah! Or uhh... not concert like..."

She gestures a touch wildly, arms flailing, "Like, whatever it is when someone just talks! But not stand-up. Or motivational speaking. Like a book tour! But without a book because I'm not a nerd!"

She shakes her head and eyes Madrox-4, clearly the best Madrox. "I mean, whatever, like... this is a lot of _really_ bad food for you all to be eating... but hey, it's not my job to like, provide nutritional info or whatever. Maybe seventeen pounds of salt is the secret amount of salt that makes it a good thing! I'll have the appetizers out in like... I dunno, five?"

Her eyes sweep back towards the kitchen door skeptically... sure, yeah, it's one of those swinging double door setups, she can totally fit the appetizers through that. It'll be fine!

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Madrox-2 and -3 roll their eyes, but Madrox-4 shrugs at Leslie with a roll of his eyes of his own; though it's the opposite. "That sounds pretty good to us," he tells her with a grin. "We're gonna take that table over there," he says, pointing to a longer one.

The other three Madri are already descending upon the table, while the other two head that way. Madrox-4 snaps his figners. "Leslie, right?"

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie finger-guns and nods, "Yeah! Totally!" She points to the tiny nametag on her top, "See? Leslie! Totally not Livewire, that's uhhh... like... definitely a thing that is behind me! I have been successfully reformed by the criminal justice system and am a low risk to re-offend!"

More totally sincere finger-gunning commences, before she's darting into the back.

And it's not even all _that_ long before there's a rattling, almost rumbling sound and the double doors swing back open... there's no way ol' Noodle Arm Leslie is carrying multiple platters of food. That's what the serving cart is for! Work smarter, not harder kids!

Jamie Madrox has posed:
By the time she makes it back to the table, the whole six of them are all sitting down. It's impossible to tell which is which, really, because they really are all identical --and they _dress_ the same, which is the truly infuriating part.

The one at the end of the table _must_ be Madrox-4, though, because he waves at her and stands up to help relieve her of a bunch of the plates, passing them down and around the table so everyone can get their food.

"Thank you, Leslie." In unison. It's disconcerting.

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie hauls and pushes and generally strains with the cart with all the mighty strength of... a girl who _didn't_ land on the 'super strength' winning lottery spot when she got her powers.

Unloading the food goes remarkably smoothly, why, she even manages some not entirely feigned smiles once they're helping out!

And she doesn't go running out the door when they turn and echo in unison.

She _does_ recoil in exaggerated fashion, "Ah! Jesus! You can take five percent off my tip if you NEVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Always tip your server," comes from the group, again in unison. This time clearly on purpose to troll her a little bit.

Some of them start eating immediately while others are still talking. Evidently they don't need to do everything at once.

That one Madrox --4!-- that helped turns to look at her and asks, "So have you ever thought about _not_ leading a life of crime?"

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie shrugs helplessly and sighs, "I mean, it's not like I _plan_ to... crime it up. It just sort of happens! It's like... I get a little too much juice and then I'm all 'Oh man, I should totally rob that bank!' or whatever! I mean, like, crime just kinda _happens_ around me, it's not like I'm planning it!"

What? Shouting about planning a crime spree? No, that didn't happen a minute ago.

She shrugs and gestures down her body, "Besides, this _is_ me trying not to do crime, and instead I have to dress up in this and like... wait tables, and smile, and we have to _sing_ for people's _birthdays_ and yet _I_ go to jail if I try to absorb the electrical output of a hydroelectric dam and use it to tear a hole in reality to expose the terrifying eldritch monsters that surround us all the time! And you can't tell me they don't, I mean, that stretchy dude fell out of a hole in the sky fighting them and then suddenly the media's all 'Yep, that just happens now. It's fine.'"

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"I get that," Madrox-4 says, though does he really? Does he? (A little. More than one of the Madri has become or seen fit to try their hand at crime. It's not a new concept for them at all.)

He picks up one of his Wondernuggets and pops it in his mouth. "Well, I mean," he pulls out a card with his free hand. "If you ever need anything." He holds the card out. X-Factor Investigations. Natch.

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie perks her eyebrows, takes the card, and slides it somewhere secure in that Supergirl costume, bobbing her head and grinning, "Sure, sure! And hey, maybe I can help you out! Be all... detective-y! Crack the case or whatever!"

She nods solemnly. Because social media savvy and electric powers are all a good gumshoe needs, surely! Like, that and a long coat, and maybe one of those desk lamps on an arm so you can sit in moody lighting and complain about dames?

She's sure she can figure it out.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Sure," Madrox-4 says, a little more reservedly, but still in good spirits. "I'm sure we can work out something like that," he admits, popping a nugget into his mouth. "Maybe do some good instead of some crime."

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie taps her chin thoughtfully and hums, "I mean, like, it worked for Harley Quinn, right? We'll see... maybe my problem _is_ branding."