9764/A chance meeting between Gwenpool and Storm on the roof of the Freedom Plaza

A chance meeting between Gwenpool and Storm on the roof of the Freedom Plaza
Date of Scene:	22 January 2022
Location:	Roof - Four Freedoms Plaza
Synopsis:	Gwen listens to a drunk Storm complain about his life and then steals his phone.
Cast of Characters:	Johnny Storm, Gwendolyn Poole

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Johnny Storm has posed:
After Gwenpool landed in the chopper he allegedly sent for her Storm strode over dressed in full body zip-up pajammas with a cow print and a cow hood, with a little tail round back; he looked sleepy but waking rapidly. Once the sound of the rotors died down "I don't even know who you are, probably some mistake." he flipped the print out over and looked at the back as if there would be some insight, then he kinda shrugged at Gwen and made an odd little sound like 'Merp.'

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Frowning at Johnny, Gwen points a finger in his face. "I am not a MISTAKE, I am an INTENTIONAL ERROR!" Her face twists into a furious rage, and she stomps on his foot. "Did you bring me here just to try that same line? I've heard it plenty of times before."

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm lurches forward slightly as his foot is tenderized, "Owww." he cried plaintively. "My hoof!" then he put passive palms in the air to quell her rage. "Ok ok steady, steady. You're here, by whatever machination, I do not know. BUT, not important. Hi, my name is Johnny. Can I get you a coke, or sing you a song or something? Do you like poetry, or matchbox cars?"

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Gwendolyn Poole looks at Johnny with a somewhat perplexed expression on her face. "Uhhh...what's going on, dude? You're looking like a secret level on Diablo II, and that ain't a good look for you." She takes a step back and looks around. "Is this one of those hidden camera shows?"

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm stiffened a bit, "Ahhh crap yeah there are cameras all over this place, and mostly my sister and her husband checking them. Gotta keep things PG. I was sleeping, which I usually do at least once a day, and the dude on the intercom told me you were here so I threw this on, belonged to this girl I slept with once." he tilted his head and looked breifly distant. "Weird that she never came back for it."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Is this the one that looked like your friend's girlfriend, or the one with the magical powers who lived on the mmoon?" Gwen looks over Johnny for a moment, considering. "For a handsome guy, you sure had lousy taste in girls. Or sketchy taste." She shrugs, stepping back for a moment. "So if you didn't send the copter for me, who did?"

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm sat down on the helipad and folded his legs. "No a differenter one, but thank you for bringing up the others, also thank you for saying I'm handsome." he took in a long breath and then explained while staring into the middle distance "I think I might be a bad boyfriend. I'm handsome, and the fire thing is great, and I'm famouse, and I race cars and that really does it for some people. But I'm alone -most- of the time and, if I'm honest, I'm .....old now."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
This earns a laugh from Gwenpool. "Well, sure, you used to be young, and then they made so many other characters after you that they had to age you up. I mean, you were like a big brother role-model to Spider-man, and when you're "little brother" is an adult and married and stuff, you really can't quite pull off being an early 20's manchild anymore." Gwen scrunches up her face. " Must have been an off-panel girlfriend, then."

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm rolls with it "Probably." but by the look of his irises hes zooted on something. "You think Webs thinks of me as his big brother? I was always the baby. Even now Sue is still older than me." he explained fatuously. "Don't think I'm not noticing you framing everything haha framing, get it? Like my life is some kind of comic book. Ok? Your already a weird chick, and I can't have a...", he paused searching for it "Moment of clarity? Uchg no, too twelve step. Moment of gestalt? With the fucking march hare, now sit down and talk right."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"The March Hare is someone ENTIRELY different, dude. And not even a hot chick." Gwen walks around Johnny and looks over the helipad. "Sweet view, though." She looks back at Johnny and tilts he rhead. "And yeah, that's what made the dynamic sweet in the early days. Baby of the FF, but still old enough to be a mentor to Spider-man."

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm leaned back until he was laying on his back staring at the sky. "Theres this 18 year old hero girl sending pictures of her boobs to my phone. It feels like I'm ramping down toward a new low. Like I'm on a mid life crisis train to the least rewarding relationship of my life that will ultimately lead to being cancled, and disowned by my family." he modled vaguely in the air with his hands. "Like I can see how it will all unfold, and I can't figure out if I care enough about future me to stop it. I mean I do, but man loneliness is ridiculous."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Awww." Gwen hops over and sits down on Johnny's chest. "Are they nice boobs, at least?" She peers around as if to see where he keeps his phone. "And look, if stealing the one person in the world who would love the Thing didn't get you disowned, I don't know what else will." She looks off into the dstaince for a moment. "If you are worried about being canceled, then you just need to reinvent yourself. That's what I did, and it worked out great."

Johnny Storm has posed:
Storm looked at her from over the brim of his chin, affording as little movement as possible as he starfished gangsterly on the tarmac. "Re-invent myself?"

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Subtly, Gwen leans back as she is talking to the Torch, her hand poking around as if to try to find the phone. "Yeah. Like, I decided to be a mutant, because that would let me join in their club, and I wouldnt be ancelled." Gwen shrugs, and then her probing hand finds paydirt. "Say cheese!" she yells as she whips out the phone and shoves it in Johnny's face, unlocking it. She does a backflip and then starts to skip across the pad as she spis through messages on the phone

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm offers a winning smile for the photo which is likely unflattering given the scenario. "Cheese." he says with muted enthusiasm. "Well I can't do that, everyone knows how I got my powers. Got any other ideas Personperson?" then he bellows, "What the actual fuck is your name?"

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Gwen is busy cycling through Johnny's text messages looking for the topless one. "Where is it," she mutters, before looking up at him again. "You can do that - just wear a aask, and get SUPER focused on one of your powers. What is one thing you can do that would be a power enough for a whole hero?" She goes "AHA": as she finds the topless photo, and nod sin appreciation. "Not bad. 7 out of 10. Would smash with a bit of drink in me." She then proceeds to start manipulating the phone a bit, scrolling through more info.

Johnny Storm has posed:
"Shes straight, but I could probably talk her into a three way." then he flats his palms percussively against the tarmac, "Not the point. You're saying I should dive into my work. Marry my job."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Gwendolyn Poole shakes her head. "Not necesarily. But it's better than chasing girls half your age that throw themselves at you." Gwen continues maniupulating her fingers on the phone. "I can't tell you what you want to do, but focus more on that and less on girls, and you'll be able to find whatever your new you is."

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny Storm points towards the now silent chopper. "That will take you home." he yawned long with a wide mouth like a cat. "Leave the phone," he burbled adorably, "take the canoles." in his best Brooklyn accent.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Sorry, sucker. Gonna have to come find it." Gwenpool tucks the phone into the front of her costume, and then jumps backwards, off the top of the building.

She isn't totally insane, of course - she knew there was a team of window washers a few stories down. But by the time Johnny gets to the edge, she has already gone in a window.

And that, boys and girls, is the totally true story of how Gwenpool got the phone numbers and home addresses of just about every major super hero. CHA-CHING!