9803/Dames and Defenstration

Dames and Defenstration
Date of Scene:	24 January 2022
Location:	Hole in the Ground Bar
Synopsis:	M encounters Carol Danvers. M is gonna M
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Carol Danvers

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
The Hole in the Ground is a unique type of dive bar. Unique over in the fact that as one would go in there would be a five foot hole right in front of the door. Making the 'dive' all too literal. The door itself was also questionbly placed, being various layered strips of clear plastic up on the wall with various molds of forehead sput against it. There was a joke - three men walk into a bar. The fourth ducks. Which this place seemed to fit the bill of.
    Monet St. Croix could only wonder why she was here. Glaring over at a jukebox which was playing the refrain of 'Can't live with 'em/can't live without 'em' while attempting to not feel more miserable than she already was at waiting here for someone for something that could have been handled on the phone or by telepathy.

Carol Danvers has posed:
This is the kind of place Carol likes. Out of the way and full of people who don't care who she is, or even know in most cases. She nurses a short glass of amber liquid in one of the booths, sprawled against the corner with her arm dangling over the back of the bench seat. On the table is an old magazine, pages faded and curled, that she occasionally reaches out to flip through when she's not taking a sip of her drink.

"Can't live with 'em," she mutters to herself, half-singing along with the jukebox - already in the bag, it seems, "Can't live without 'em."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And you hope that something better comes along.. ALongg.. Monet can only turn over and glance at the woman slunk in her chair. Hrn. Interesting. Monet would go to casually then walk over towards the table and sit next to Carol, "Tell me, Colonel Danvers, what brings you here?" Oh yes, someone recognized her. And they didn't seem the type that would want to fangirl over her either.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol is so used to the fangirls and fanboys and fantheys at this point she's almost performing the action by rote before she realises it. She reaches into the pocket of her jacket, producing a small enamel pin that depicts the star most common on her uniform. She holds it out, sliding it across the table towards Monet without looking up from her magazine.

"I appreciate that a lot. It's nice to meet fans." For what it's worth, she doesn't sound disingenuous when she says it. Just tired.

Her eyes flick up towards Monet, and rather than take her hand off the pin on the table she slides it back towards her and quirks an eyebrow.

"It's my local. Just enjoying a nightcap. Can I ask who's asking?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "You look like you were just runover by a semi truck and you smell like one of the hobos in a back alley. And /I/ am Monet Yvette Clarisse Maria Therese St. Croix. And even with all that youa re still a slight step up from the normal clientelle of this location. So I must wonder whatever miserable state has brought you here, given I presume with your physiology your capacity for alcohol tolerance is well beyond the capabilities of this establishment to contract."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I know for a fact I don't smell, Ms. St. Croix," Carol answers, pointing a lazy finger in Monet's direction while looking down at the magazine, "Though maybe I'll give you that I look like shit. I spent the evening in a ... fight."

She thinks back to the mud wrestling. The bar. She hakes her head, breathing a sigh and taking another long sip of her drink.

"Tolerance is one thing. But it always gets there in the end. What about you? This doesn't look like a bar for someone with more names than appendages."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would let out a sigh, "Unfortunately I must -lower- myself to locales such as this on occasion for greater necessities. So what has you in such a state of misery that you have come to I presume get yourself sufficiently inebrated to wash away your troubles, if that sit he vernacular.. But somewhere I'm reasonably sure does not have sufficiently strong alcohol to allow you to do it. Or are you one of -those- that likes the taste of it?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Believe me, they have enough," Carol answers, shaking her head and polishing off the glass. She looks over Monet's shoulder, waving a finger through the air to the barkeep who sets about pouring her another round.

"And like I said; fighting. I'm unwinding. This is my zen time."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "On your expense account? I don't thinkt hat it would go that far. Unless it would hold up to several thousand dollars of drinking on a single night. Or do you not go for that much?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I'm curious why it interests you so much. Is one of those necessities that brings you here the need to figure out why people do what they do?" Carol waits for her drink to arrive, drumming he fingers on the table, "Are you a psychologist? Psychiatrist?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shake her head, "No, I am -neither- of thsoe horrible things. I merely am afraid that if Ido not keep myself distracted then I risk having a fuzzy ursine go onstage and start telling what passes as jokes."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Huh," Carol muses to herself, quietly thanking the bartender as her drink is delivered to her and she takes another sip of it, "Well, can't argue with that. Here's to distractions."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to dip her head over while fter a moment and go to put down some money to cover the drink. "Sparkling water." She would note to the bartender, "If it is not carbonated I wil lbe having words."

Carol Danvers has posed:
In the meantime, Carol simply sits back and enjoys her drank. Watching the peculiar woman move around like she owns the place. Hell, she looks like she could afford to several dozen times over.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The woman who wants a dollar fifty can of a fizzy drink that looks at the bartender threateningly if it is flat probably doesn't get much acknowledgement as she would maintain the M Glare at lower moderate power levels.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol continues to watch Monet, taking a deep sip of her drink. She glances back to the magazine for a moment but eventually looks back up, staring over the rim of her glass. Eventually she cannot help but snort a laugh.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance at Carol, "What? If somewehr served you watered down alcohol would you be happ to take it without having some corrections established?" That might make Carol break into laughter, perhaps. Right as M's drink would come..
    Not. Fizzy.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"No, you do you," Carol says, holding up a hand and shaking her head faintly. Though she can't help but grin to herself behind the glass when the drink comes back uncarbonated.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix hasn't noticed it over and she would turn her attention over to the drink, "I specifically asked for you to make sure this was carbonated. That is a simple enough request to make even for an establishment like this." Oh yes, someone was going to be dumped in aback alley.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol wonders for a moment if she should speak up, even if it is amusing watching Monet verbally dismember the bartender. But she likes him, and he doesn't bother her too much about her tab. So instead she calls out, beckoning Monet over towards the booth.

"Hey, come back over here. I wanna talk some more."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glower over at the man with the expression of 'I will speak to you later' but she is at least leaving the money down to pay for the drink, which is also left on the counter. The girl would go along with Carol. "Very well." She has a passive look of irritation on her face that seems the default status of it.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"You seem like you're a bit wound up," Carol tells her, "I'm no stranger to that. I just about booked it when you walked in. But I think you could use a sounding board. What's on your minD?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance at Carol, "The word is having what I believe is the second or perhaps third extinction level event in the last two years depending on how one classifies them, and society cannot decide if it wishes to collapse or go along with a sense that everything will be fine. I find this wavering between thes two extremes to be irritating. One o the other is acceptable, inefficient as it might be."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"The wild thing is that these are just the public ones. The world has come just as close, if not closer, to total destruction in the past and nobody ever knew about it. You wouldn't believe how many aliens have set their sights here only to get turned back at the eleventh hour."

Carol shrugs her shoulders a little: "This is how people deal with things now. Bury their noses in their phones and wait for the colorful suits to save the day."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would let out a sigh over and scrunch her nose, "Lovely. One would think after sufficient experience there would be at least some level of bureaucratic adjustments that had been determined by experiene. If these events continue to unfold the way they ahve been, acknowledged or not, then the least they can do is adapt to ensure a modicum of functioning for civil society and to maintain services. And don't tell me drivel that popular entertianment and communications media are the adjustment made for distraction."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I'm not a conspiracy theorist. This is how things have always been. Nobody wants to look at the problem until it's too big to ignore. Distractions don't need to be manufactured by a government if people make them for themselves. But yeah, I'll agree there needs to be a little more done to make the world ready for dealing with things like this. The Avengers and the Justice League are band-aid solutions."

She shrugs her shoulders: "Anyway."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug< "I can appreciate the efforts that the Justice League and the Avengers doe to drive off extraplanetary and extradimensional threats. The necessities of interstellar politics and the logistics of threatening extrastellar galactic entities are beyond my comprehensio to evaluate the efficiency of."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Well, in that case, let's change the subject," Carol offers, raising her glass, "What can we talk about to take your mind off impending global catastrophe?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would consider. Questions filtering through her mind. Orbital defense plans, other sorts of things unreported in the popular media. She would squint. Finaly she would say, "I am sorr for being invasive of your perosnal time while you are here to.. Deal."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I mean, if nothing else you're interesting. Talk to me."

Carol finishes of her most recent drink, leaving the glass on the table and slumping back on the bench.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "Very well. I believe I have asked you a series of questions, so by societal norms that permits you to ask some of me if you woudl wish." Ball on other foot? Or maybe just really not being sure what to ask.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Okay, I'll bite. How exactly do you make all ... " Carol makes a broad gesture, encompassing Monet entirely, " ... all of this happen? I used to spend so long getting my hair right that in the end I just cut it short. And there's a reason that my suits are full-body and not bikinis anymore."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to look down at herself an smile, "I am -perfect-. In body and in mind." She would flex over whiel eying Carol up and down. "I am sure that you hae it within yourself as well." Eyeing the woman up and down and gesture. "I will require however seeing the previous to assess."