Owner	Pose
Molly Hayes	Pop's Market is a good local establishment, with decent prices and an easygoing owner who's used to the occasional bit of superhuman mischief. He used to own a fruit cart that got demolished 37 times. Molly Hayes goes to school just down the street and is now living in the dorms. Today, she has brought her roommate Vivian along with her to the grocery store. Since Viv is a robot, Molly isn't sure if she knows about things like canned goods, fresh produce or checkout aisle tabloids. "Oh my god, this one says that Captain America is pregnant with Thor's baby?!? I didn't even know they were dating!" she says, looking with wide eyes over at Viv.
Heather Danielson	Okay. It's not like Heather lives anywhere near Happy Harbor, but she was doing a shoot in the area. So she was holed up in a local hotel. The fact is however, that her metabolism requires far more calories than you can find in a hotel room. Heather is always keen on knowing where to find groceries wherever she happens to be spending more than a few hours.     So with earbuds in, she half-dances her way through the front doors. What? She likes to walk. She likes music. She likes to dance... so naturally she tends to combine those three things into one.     Once inside, she keeps shifting her hips to the music as she looks up at the aisle listings to make sure she can find what she needs. Okay, so she stands out. She always does. Even with her winter coat on and such. But then again, she is just kinda standing there in the middle of foot-traffic as she gets her bearings.
Vivian Vision	Ahh little does Molly know that her room-mate has been studying food almost as long as she's been alive. Admittedly that's about a year and change. And she doesn't actually /eat/ anything of it herself... But no-one she's cooked for her died and by studying microexpressions it's possible to figure out when people really mean it when they say things taste good or bad. "That is very silly. Everyone knows Captain America was dating The Wasp. Although it's really not outside the realm of possibility if magic was involved. One stray spell and all kinds of mayhem can happen." She's clearly standing out as non-Human with her pinkish red skin, glowing yellow eyes and green hair. But thankfully the people of Happy Harbor are almost used to her being out and about by now. "Do you think this store will sell fresh apples? I was thinking of attempting a few variations on a Tarte Aux Pommes so I could get opinions from other dorm residents."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella is hungry. She just got off a 48h shift at the firehouse and she's worked up quite an appetite. She's freshly showered and all, after having been in a domestic home fire recently. Her pale blonde hair is long and straight as a board as it spills down over her shoulders and back, partially obscuring the fact that all she wears for winter weather is a slightly form-fitting tracksuit jacket in white with pink lettering on it, jeggings, and a brilliantly white pair of sneakers. She's got one of those arm-baskets tucked in the crook of her elbow as she scans the shelves for something truly delicious to sate her grumbling tum!     "What! Cinnagraham Toast Crunch?" she exclaims in a markedly strong Russian accent. "Is this possible?! Could it be Cinnamon Toast Crunch can be improved?!" she speaks entirely to herself, but loudly enough that bystanders might wonder if she's addressing them. "I just don't know 'bout that!" she half-laughs, shaking her head, sounding incredulous as she stares at the box gripped in her hand. "Has anyone tried this? Can it be true?!" she looks around, her brows raised and her icy blue eyes bright with curiosity. "Or, is terrible waste of money, unh?!"
Scott Lang	The little blue Ford Focus had seen better days as it pulled into the parking lot covered in mud and what looked like several burn marks. Scott Lang as he gets out is looking very similar with mud and burn-marks on his suit, still in his Ant-Man gear and his hair a rumpled mess looking like he hadn't slept in a long while, a strong odor of smoke surrounding him. Phone to his ear he walks into the store with a soft 'ding' as the sliding doors open.      "Hey sweetie. Yeah I'll be late getting home tonight. No I didn't get to keep any of the mutant fireflies...and also they shot real fire so no you couldn't keep one even if I did. I'm gonna pick up something for the road and some other junk, we can have a snackfest tomorrow. Don't tell your mother...oh she's there. What did we say about speakerphone? Heyyyy, it's breaking up, this grocery store is in a tunnel looks like. Seeya both tonight!" Scott putting in the bare minimum effort of lying as he quickly hangs up and only slightly wincing at each ding of the 'text' alert coming in from his ex-wife as he grabs a half-sized cart.
Molly Hayes	Molly Hayes frowns slightly, "I don't know if that's true, Vee. They couldn't print something if it wasn't true. That would be lying. I'm pretty sure that's illegal," she says. "And I should hope the apples are fresh. Ask Pops. POPS ARE YOUR APPLES FRESH?" she shouts, even though the old man is only five feet away behind a counter. Pops just points to the FRESH PRODUCE sign above the apple sections. Then Molly overhears Hella's exclamation and puts out her hands, "Wait. Hold on. Emergency," she says, sprinting down to the cereal aisle. "CTC with graham crackers? That's crack to the whack!"
Heather Danielson	Okay, such loud pronouncements as the cereal mecca eureka moment manage to break through the ZZ Top in Heather's earbuds. She reaches up to pluck one free as Molly goes racing by. She even jumps to get out of the way before she overhears the combination...     Drool. She literally drools a little bit. But then again, she might eat rotten bananas if she was hungry enough. But she trails behind Molly, peeking into the aisle with her own honey blonde locks poking out of the band in the back of her bright red baseball cap with the big STL overlaid on the front of it. "Tell me you didn't just discover the cereal of the century." she says down the aisle to Molly and Hella.
Vivian Vision	"Do not worry," Vivian assures. "I've already sent an update to the Avengers legal team regarding the matter." She pauses and adds some apples to her basket. It's already filled with various items required pastry making. "As for the cereal of the centuary. Clearly that would be rice. No other cereal is as cost effective for feeding large numbers of people. It's the worlds most common staple food. And can be used for savory and sweet meals." The Avengers legal team probably have better things to do however. "And for the record just because something is illegal it does not mean people will not do it."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	"Is wack?!" Hella replies, glancing at Molly with keen eyes and a knowing nod. "I thought is maybe impossible. Original Cinnamon Toast Crunch, best cereal in whole wide world!" she exclaims confidently. She glances dubiously at the box of Cinnagraham Toast Crunch, again, narrowing her eyes.     She looks over to the newcomer in the red baseball cap and holds the box up with an angry shake, "Is a lie! She says is wack!" She gestures to Molly with the box. She's kinda...crumpling it a bit. She's gripping it too hard, but she doesn't seem to realize it, yet. "Cheap tactics to make me buy subpar version of unimprovable cereal! CAPITALISM, I DAMN YOU!" she shakes the box, again, as though it were Capitalism made cereal box form.
Scott Lang	"Oh no. Teens," Scott sounding almost like he was about to cry on the last word. He was worn out and famished, he didn't have the energy to deal with, with these DELINQUENTS. Nevermind it was Sunday. Where were their parents anyway? It didn't help he was still thinking about his daughter Cassie. Would she grow up to be so loud? His aching and slightly singed head aches just a little harder at the mere idea as he tries to creep past the gaggle of girls like he was a little old lady with a purse and they were a gang of foul-mouthed thugs. Keep head down, don't make eye contact. But then one of them isn't just loud but she's YELLING. In an accent. Clearly dangerous.      "Hey, HEY! Will you keep it down?! It's cereal, it's not a...Vivian?" Scott faltering in his admonishment of Hella as he spies the rather easy to identify android. He was right at least, the box wasn't a Vivian. He blinks hard several times sure his lack of rest was catching up to him and groans. "I should've taken a jet, could've been home by now."
Molly Hayes	Molly Hayes puts her hands on her hips, "Hey, careful there! You're squashing it! I get it, I squash things all the time, but Pops will make you pay for that!" she says. "And I didn't mean it bad, it just...rhymes. Rhyming makes things cooler," she says. Then Heather is there and Vivian, too, and Molly's just like OMG PEOPLE, "Oooo, check the ingredients list, see if it's made of rice. Nutrition and sugar is the best combination. Also, yes, she did, cereal of the young century, but, like, who wants to eat old 20th century cereal, grossness?" Then there's Scott, too, and she looks back and forth between Viv and the strange man, "Viv, who's this guy? Is he your stepdad?"
Heather Danielson	"I dunno. I really like Grape Nuts myself, but that's only because it's really heavy and dense." offers Heather. But she glances back towards Scott and lifts a brow. Then she turns her baby blues towards Vivian and lifts the -other- brow. "This really is a small world."     And that is when she gets a look at Molly's face. "Oh, hey.. didn't I bump into you at a diner the other day?" she asks as she approaches more closely.
Vivian Vision	"My school is on the island," Vivian points out earnestly to Scott. Although it probably applies equally to Heather. "Our dorm rooms have kitchens. So students often visit the local stores to buy food and drink. I understand this is a typical boarding school arrangement?" The synthezoid teen shakes her head at Molly. "No, that is Mister Lang. I suppose you would say he's a family friend. My father is the superhero Vision and Mister Lang is currently the superhero Ant-Man. A family friend is the correct term for someone who works with your relatives, right?"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	"Is injustice, not merely cereal!" Hella insists to Scott, taking in his singed, smoking appearance with suspicious interest. He's wearing a suit, and not a business suit. "Not all evil is fart-in-face kind, some is SBD, silent, but deadly," she hisses the last words with weighted importance.     Then, Molly's backpedaling a little. Hella eases her grip on the box and stuffs it in her basket, despite her anger. "I misunderstand? English slang, still not strong suit," she says, offering a half-grin. At least she's not yelling, anymore; right? "Anyway, even if IS wack, I support small business owner," she nods her head in Pops' direction. To Heather she nods her head, "Admirable reason."     Then, everyone's in there, talking, knowing each other, or at least some know others, while others know others...and, all of that confusing mess. She listens for a bit, taking it all in, as much as she can. Then, to everyone, none of whom she knows, she smiles winningly and announces, "Hallo! I am Hella Rokkurdisardottir, but you can call me Hella! I like Cinnamon Toast Crunch and lots of junk food. I am happy to be in America!" She pauses, then addresses Scott directly, her eyes bright and sincere, her voice less booming and more respectful, "Thank you for your servicing of this country, Mister Lang, Ant-Man."
Scott Lang	"Oh right, Clockout is here too, haven't seen you since Argentina," Scott tells Heather as he keeps messing up her codename and even a telepath would have a hard time telling if he's doing it on purpose or not as he gives a tired grin, only to wrinkle his nose at the comment of step-dad. "And how would I even step-dad a...no I don't even want to think about it, have enough problems with the ex-wife without adding a robot into things," Scott says. Unlike the youngsters he doesn't gravitate to the cinnamon but instead grabs a very mature box of Frosted Mini-Wheats off the shelf to pop in his cart, his face scrunching up at Hella's...valiant efforts at English.      "It's, it's not evil I assure you. The cereal is good. And I don't, you don't mean..." pausing before he just takes a very deep breath and lets it out slowly before he pastes a fake smile on his face. "You're very welcome Hella and we're here happy to have you here in the States," his tone sounding almost more robotic than Vivian's as he forces himself not to try and correct her.
Molly Hayes	Molly Hayes slaps her forehead, "Right, yeah, Ant-Man! That's cool! Hi, Ant-Man, I'm Molly but you can call me Princess Powerful. Or Bruiser. Or Molly!" she says. "So, I know you don't date robots. Do you date ants? Or other insects? Are you part insect or do you just shrink?" Without taking much of a breath, she turns back to the others, "Oooooh, welcome to America, Hella! I think you're doing great so far and your English is pretty awesome. I don't even speak a foreign language. I have been taking Spanish, but I get Cs and I can't seem to do that rolling R thing with my tongue when you say things like burrrrrrrrrrito," she says. Then she points at Heather, "Yeah! When I met Mary Marvel! She has magic clothes and ate a big cheeseburger!"
Heather Danielson	It is amazing. When she wants to be left alone, paparazzi come after her. When she wouldn't mind being recognized, she's not. It's Murphy's law it seems. But Heather laughs softly at Hella's antics. Just this once, she is happy to not be the celebrity of the group.     She turns and opens her mouth to speak when Scott butchers her codename. Her brows furrow, and then she shakes her head, "Seriously. That makes it sound like my super power is the ability to leave work at the end of a shift." She lifts a hand and pinches the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger.
Vivian Vision	"Leaving a shift at Titans Tower on time /would/ be quite the achievement," Vivian points out to Heather. She blinks a few times and then looks at Scott. "I believe you'll find several of Cassies favorites in the following locations." And as if by magic a holographic map of the store pops up with labels on it. "There are only a handful of true AI on the planet. So statistically speaking no-one is dating a 'robot'." She seems to say the word with some distate. It is after all not the most flattering term for a synthezoid! "Where did you move from? If it's not impolite of me to ask Hella."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Though she might read young from her personality, she's no teenager! Hella's actually in her early twenties, and her build also helps her seem a bit closer to her age. It kinda balances out. Bubbly Russian beefcake firefighter superheroine! So number of contradictions that somehow blend together quite nicely. Upon hearing others mentioning their super-names, Hella wonders if she should share hers. Her identity, so far, has been secret, but not because she decided to make it secret. She's just kinda new to the area and has mostly helped people from her job position. Not really flashy or anything.     Hella smiles brightly at Scott as he fake-smiles her. "I certainly hope so, Mr. Ant-Man! I am here to help the good guys! I fight fires and evil, wherever I go, and I am here, now! If any evildoers try to do evil in my presence, I will serve up some DISCORD for them!" She lifts her arm and flexes her impressively built bicep, visible even through her tracksuit jacket. "They will regret it, I promise you!" she looks at all the other girls present. Then, she's staring in fascination at the holographic map that Vivian produces of the store with helpful labels, "So THAT's where the beef jerky is!" Distracted from her beef jerky discovery by Vivian's question, Hella blinks blankly for a moment. "I am Norse by way of Russia! Born in Norway, raised in Russia. Now, here! What about you?"
Scott Lang	"Uh, hi you too Molly. You, talk very fast," Scott replies at first as he's bombarded with names and questions alike, most of which aren't very flattering as he tries his best 'dad' stare on the girl which not surprisingly fails miserably. It barely even worked on his actual daughter. "And no I don't date ants. I CONTROL ants and I shrink. And there are blasters too. I do a lot of things!" Scott seeming compelled to defend his confusing power-set even after messing up Heather's own. He was an Avenger though, people should know him! He almost seems about to add more when Vivian reminds him the whole reason he's in a grocery store, get groceries. Or at least junk food for tomorrow to spoil his daughter with. And himself.      "Oh, uh, thanks Viv. That's, actually very helpful I...holy crud you're jacked," Scott distracted by the gun show Hella puts on briefly as he stares at her arm a moment and is struck by a twinge of macho self consciousness. He gives his head a shake to snap himself out of it and goes on, "Alright but, I need to get through if you could just, maybe if you step...no not..." Scott finding pushing the cart down the aisle full of girls in the tiny grocer shop to be something of an impossible cause. Fortunately though he was a SUPERhero, with powers to abuse. "Ahh screw it. Alright watch where you step," he alerts them before suddenly both Scott Lang and his shopping cart all but vanish in front of them. Though a look down at the white linoleum floor would show him now pushing his cart along at bug-size with plenty of room to spare now.
Molly Hayes	Molly Hayes points at Heather, "That would be an excellent superpower. Take this job and shove it!" she says, clearly used to quoting 1970s trucker songs. To Hella, she grins, "By the way, it's nice to meet you, I'm Molly and this is Vivian, she's a robot, but don't worry, she's a good robot and a superhero and even her robot dad is a superhero, plus her not a robot not-dad-friend is Ant-Man!" she says, pointing just as Scott shrinks down. "OH MY GOD! HE DID THE THING! DON'T STEP ON HIM."
Heather Danielson	Opening her mouth once more to reply, this time to Molly, Heather's back pocket begins playing the discordant tones of ELO's "Fire on High". She holds up one hand and plucks her phone out from her back pocket.     "Danielson." she says into it as she answers it. Then her eyes go wide. She nods a bit, and then says, "Sorry. You can't see me nodding. I'm on my way."     And then Scott vanishes. "H'okay. That's weird." She mutters as she hangs up. "Good to see you again Molly. Enjoy the cereal. Welcome to the States Hella.." she says as she waves a hand, "I've gotta get to a family emergency. Daddy is trying to buy a sports car... Midlife crisis emergency time." she says before she turns towards the exit.
Vivian Vision	"Although I don't actually like the word 'robot'," Vivian points out solemnly. "It has too many connotations of Human owned devices. Like a roomba. Which is really more than a little.. you know... demeaning." She at least is more than used to shrinking. And how to avoid causing problems for a size changing superhero or heroine. And remains well out of the way. "I wouldn't be too concerned. At that size he's extremely durable and hard to step on." She pauses and gives Heather a little farewell wave. "It was good seeing you again. And do not worry about a sports car. A car is far less concerning than when Doctor Pym decided he would make smores with an industrial plasma torch." Hella gets a confused look. "I wasn't born at all. But I was created in the wider New York area."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella smiles proudly at the compliment from Scott, nodding her head as if to say, 'Yes, yes, I am.' She doesn't catch the self-consciousness, though, being unused to it coming from a very self-confident family. It just doesn't occur to her that she might make Scott feel anything less than impressed with her physique!     To Molly, Hella smiles and offers a nice, firm-but-not-too-firm handshake to the young lady. "Is nice to meet you, Molly, Princess Power, Bruiser, Molly! And, Vivian, as well," she nods her head to Vivian as she speaks her name. "Robots are very cool," she says seriously.     As Scott does his thing and shrinks down to ant-size, Hella's eyes fly open wide and she yelps, "IS LIKE WITCHCRAFT!" She barely has time to wave goodbye, but she calls out, "Nice to meet you, Clockout Danielson!" to the retreating model's back. "Clockout is interesting first name," she comments to no one in particular.     Then, as if struck by a thought she almost forgot to voice, she looks to Vivian, "If you prefer another term to robot, what? I don't want to insult!"
Scott Lang	The only problem Scott had with shrinking himself and the cart was his usual method of jumping to get around quickly was less than ideal when dealing with a shopping cart. He did not need to break it and have THAT bill added to his others. As the 'giants' prattle on above he steers carefully through, having only to make one hard brake as Heather takes her sudden leave and seemingly hadn't gotten the memo he'd shrunk, not disappeared as one of her sneaks comes down close enough to shake the ground. He'd almost swear she was annoyed at him for some reason. Weird. His helmet had snapped up automatically when he'd shrunk to make breathing easier and he's soon past the girls at the other end of the small aisle behind them. He could grow but he was still sore and doing it too quickly after shrinking was, not comfortable in its own right. So he parks the tiny cart and instead hops up the shelves. Soon there's a sound of rustling and if any of the girls turn to look they'll see a bag of Doritos seemingly hopping its way down several shelves as the ant-sized Ant-Man carries it overhead by one crinkly bag corner.
Molly Hayes	Molly Hayes makes big puppy dog eyes and turns to Viv, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to slur you! Seriously, I just thought it was easier for them to understand, but I never want you to feel like I don't totally respect you as a sentient entity. You are a synthetic dreamgirl who deserves the whole wide world and I never want you to feel less than just because you're not a big meat sack like me!" She throws a hug around Viv, hopefully a welcome one. "No, no, it's not witchcraft, it's like superscience, although it super does look like those Doritos are haunted!"
Vivian Vision	"Do not worry about it. AI still do not have legal rights and so I have heard far worse terms used," Viv explains with a shrug. Actually seeming to blush at the term 'dreamgirl'. "I personally use synthezoid because that's what my father was called by his creator." She leaves out that this creator was Ultron. It's probably not information that'd make anyone feel better. "For reference though I am not interested in ownership of the whole world. It would require a great deal of management and take up all of my time. Nor do I think people would welcome having a non-human take over." Even if she probably would do a better job of running things than most Human Governments! Her arm shifts positions so her basket isn't jostled by the hug, but otherwise seems okay with it. "Yes it's technology based. My Great great grandfather created the technology. The details of which are sadly highly classified." She looks at the bag of chips and frowns. "And it's only used by... highly trained individuals."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	t Hella shakes her head to Molly, "No. Is /actual/ superscience, but is /like/ witchcraft. No?" She grins lopsidedly at her joke. Then, she nods to Vivian. "Synthezoid!" she repeats in affirmation, trying to commit it to memory. "I think robot is very cool, but respect your wishes, Vivian!" she says with conviction.     To the bag of Doritos floating eerily, she can't help but giggle. "Is cute, no? Bag of Doritos floating over floor!" she points with a big grin. "Is good, yes," she nods her head, taking some video with her cellphone in her free hand.
Scott Lang	It's all but impossible for anyone with normal vision to see Scott holding aloft the bag, which probably meant Viv could and nobody else even if they knew he was there. Getting back to his cart though Scott is presented with the dilemma of whether to return to normal now or shrink the bag. But then Hella has to use THAT word, his manly feelings still stinging by the fact she had arms like...THAT. Gods help him if he knew how strong Molly was. But now the C word was getting thrown around? Man and cart alike unshrink with a rattle of cart wheels and Scott huffily drops the Doritos in the cart before pointing back at Hella. "You need to keep practicing English some more young lady. Word is not cute, you probably mean, uh, enigmatic. Like Batman!" he boasts with a nod of his head. Before plucking a box of snack cakes off the shelf. Like BATMAN would.