Owner	Pose
Arthur Curry	The city of Gotham is tall and grim and foreboding. Great grand sweeping vistas of old buildings that loom ominous over the streets, casting long shadows on the best and brightest of days. Yet there are places in the depths of the city, down in the outskirts where the sunlight sneaks in and lets one at least consider what the grand city could have been. Which is fortunate for a particular florist shop since without sunlight those many flowers would likely not survive.     So it is that in the neighborhood of Chelsea, where Sherwood Florist dwells, that at least there is a steady glimmer of warmth and humanity and nature. Brilliant flowers, bright displays, beautiful gatherings all given to help bring some beauty into the day of those who choose to buy them. It is perhaps in this hope that the customers have gathered throughout the day, filling the floral shop and buying a large number of items available.     Or it could be just the guy behind the register.     "That'll be $49.75." The tall man with the wild hair, though drawn back into a pony tail, says with an easy if unenthused smile.     Arthur Curry, Scion of Atlantis, Ruler of the Oceans, One of Earth's Saviors, stands behind the counter with a green apron over his tight black t-shirt. Hands resting on the counter behind the register, he gives a small smile to the older woman as she takes her bouquet and starts to head out.     Though she pauses...     "Excuse me, young man, you aren't perhance...?"     She starts to ask only for Arthur to raise a hand and hold that same smile, "Yeah, nah, thanks though. I get that all the time."     Once again. His secret is safe.
Dinah Lance	The owner of the shop is no where in sight at the moment. She had gone to the backroom to work on a few items that would be picked up just before closing. Finishing touches, taking out a rose that seemed a little too bruised for her liking and replacing it with another. Once it was perfect, Dinah headed to the front. After a quick stop at a cabinet to pull something out. She arrived at the door to the front room just in time to hear the exhange. "About how many times is that today alone?" she asked, unable to hide her amusement at his plight. It was his own fault, of course. He'd offered to help out around the shop, since he'd been spending more time there anyway. But though she had teased about it, she hadn't realized that her jokes would come true involving the increase in clientele. "Walk-ins have increased about fifteen percent this week as word of mouth spreads. I might need to just put you on the ads with your schedule," she threatens.
Arthur Curry	Arthur's answer is given with the same blithe tone, "A few," He offers, though his smile is perhaps a touch more genuine as he looks sidelong toward Dinah. "Like two. Or something." He lies with a decided lack of talent in the area.     Yet he does scrunch up one eye as he looks back toward the door, as if trying to come up with the number of times off hand. Then he tilts his head to the side as he perhaps pursues some internal dialogue with himself as if arguing one way or another.     Then he looks back to her, "Don't you dare." That rumble in his voice is light, casual, but decidedly a growl. "Word gets out I've actually got a job or something then you'll have to pay me." He nods slowly as if that is a fate worse than death, which he adds to by murmuring, "And then I'd have to pay taxes. And that's right out."     He doesn't even pay taxes on his lighthouse. The town just stopped asking for a time. Surely nothing bad will come of that down the line.
Rave	Given that her last 'day job' had resulted in uncovering a demonic attack and resulted in both an evacuation and...some sort of Eldritch gunfight, it probably wasn't suprising Rave had a little more free time of late. What did that mean for the bluenette speedster? Simple, she was stretching out her 'patrols' into a little sight-seeing, a quick international jaunt here, a run up a building there and eventually? Her path had taken her to Gotham. Of course, she'd had to do a couple of laps of the city and 'pass-by' more than once until the place was clear of customers, but the sudden flare of neon light outside manifesting into the young woman -very- carefully opening the glass door with a push of her behind, her hands currently occupied by a cardboard tray of disposable coffee cups. "Heya! I thought you might want a coffee...or I thought Dinah might want a coffee, then I saw the big guy but there was a customer so I had to get some for him and run a few laps of the city and wait and..." Breathe Rave. "I brought coffee?"
Dinah Lance	"I wouldn't actually give your hours," Dinah promises as she laughs at his reaction. She is leaning against the doorframe, one arm at her side, the other behind the small of her back. Out of sight. And holding something. At the blue light, Dinah's attention shifts to the exterior then she relaxes as she sees Rave entering. "Coffee sounds amazing. Thank you," she said to the young woman but she didn't move from her spot. Not yet. "Meet the newest volunteer here at Sherwood. He seems to be a hit with the customers. For that reason..." She pulled out the little fake plastic trophy, like those found in novelty shops, with the words 'Employee of the Month' on it. "For you Arthur. Though I realize that maybe I shouldn't give it do you since you aren't getting paid but...Ehn."
Arthur Curry	Looking across the way, Arthur lifts a hand in greeting, "Heya, kid." By this time semi-used to Rave's ways and the offer of coffee is a welcome thing. "Set it over on the table?" Near that conversation alcove where Dinah sits people down for chit chats about large orders? That might work.     Only for him to turn and receive the trophy which has him making a face, nose crinkling as he accepts it, lifts it up, peers at it... peers at the title. Then eyeballs Dinah again. "Employee of the Month. When all I get paid in is suffering."     Though likely he catches a look in Dinah's eye that has him perking up a little, "And pride in a job well done." He takes a few steps around the register and should the timing work out he'll liberate a coffee from Rave's tray before he heads to the door and peers outside.     "Looks clear for now, though."
Rave	"So like...volunteer of the month then?" The young woman offers in her contribution as she sets the coffee down and claims her own, offering the next to Arthur's hand as he comes by and then moving to simply deliver Dinah's to her own hand rather than require the other woman to move. Of course, she doesn't use her speed inside the florist, lest she accidently break something or draw extra attention with the lightshow her powers bring. Not that a metahuman girl with neon glowing hair wasn't going to be a little eyecatching. "I can run out if you're worried about people getting nosey," Rave offers, a beat before her eyes move between the pair. "Or uh...if you were wanting some 'alone time'?"
Dinah Lance	"Thank you," Dinah repeats as Rave hands her the coffee. Now that she's done the awards ceremony, she heads for that sitting area in the front room. It's a couch with two overstuff chairs and a coffee table. On the table are a variety of books with various floral delights customers could order for their special days. At the question, she shakes her head. "It's work hours. Have several clients due later to pick up some arrangements. This will just be a nice break because I could really use it." She carefully sips the coffee as she settles onto one end of the couch, being careful since she is sure the liquid is still crazy hot thanks to the superfast delivery speed. "Please, sit. You are always welcome here." She grinned over at Arthur. "Too bad they didn't have the volunteer option at the shop."
Arthur Curry	"Ah, thank goodness Rave caught onto my silent blinking of the Morse code to signal her to get help since I'm being kept as an indentured servant." Turning away from the door he smiles sidelong toward Dinah, "I mean, uhh, no I love it here."     Though now with his coffee he will head over to that conversation nook, dragging along one of the stools from near the front register then sitting in it there causing it to creak in complaint to his weight even as he settles in and finally... takes a sip of coffee.     "So how is the outside world these days, Rave? Do they still have talking pictures? What about the radio programs? Is the sky still blue?" His lip twists wryly even as he crosses a foot over his knee. Takes another sip.     "Hey this is good coffee, where'd you get it from?"
Rave	A snerk at the humored barbs between the two, Rave herself finds a space on the other end of the couch, leaning against the arms and stretching out her legs a little. No club attire or short skirt today, just activewear leggings and a shirt. She might look like any other young woman out jogging and really she kinda was...she just could 'jog' at mach 2 when she wanted to. "There's a little kiosk thing near the university, they do a pretty good coffee. I don't know if it's meant to be artisanal or if it's just...good, but hey. Good is good, right?" Shrugging her shoulders lightly, Rave leans back, looking between the pair. "Anything new and major in the whole...other job department?"
Dinah Lance	"I may need to add this to a regular delivery schedule, if you'd be interested," Dinah said to Rave as she took another sip. "Just a couple of days a week. Don't want to get too spoiled. For a fee, of course. I wouldn't expect you to be my personal UberEats without compensation." She glanced to Arthur as she shrugged. "I can't say I've had anything major the last few weeks. Pretty minor stuff. You?" Because Arthur did tend to get into things that Dinah herself might not. It's just how it worked sometimes. Depending on who was on duty, locations, if they weren't already busy on some other task, and so forth.
Arthur Curry	"Good is good," Arthur echoes, then takes another sip.     Yet it's the latter query that Rave makes that gets him to answer as he murmurs, "Magical stuff mainly. There's a craziness going on about a few arcane powered people making a power grab that I'm only peripherally involved with. Apparently I represent one element a bit too much for there to be proper balance so..." He gives a casual gesture to the side as if brushing past the whole thing.     Then he tells Rave in a conspiratorial tone, "See how she just ignored all my funny jokes? That's how it's like all day." He nods slowly as if empathizing with the young club-kid the trials and tribulations of being retail.     But then he turns a little more serious, "Though there's a series of holidays coming up for the nations of Atlantis. Could be tumultuous I'm told. Though what that exactly means I do not know entirely."
Rave	"Magic," Rave repeats before exhaling a breath. "I still can't believe that witches, wizards, demons and stuff is real sometimes, even with how crazy all our...things are." She was a living laser beam after all. Arthur's comment of humor brings a little grin before she mock bites her lip in thought. "Maybe Dinah's just a bigger fan of physical comedy? Physical alternatives tends to be how she gets a lot of things solved." A shrug and she tilts her head to the consideration of Atlantean holidays. "Why would holidays cause things to be...restless and stuff?"
Dinah Lance	Dinah puts up her hand as though she is going to share something privately with Rave. Though that was never the case as she speaks in a normal tone of voice, to be certain that Arthur hears every word. "If he said something actually funny, I'd laugh. Perhaps I should've made him stay behind the counter in his apron while we had coffee." Then she lowers the hand and smiles ever-so-sweetly at Arthur. She does get more serious though as the conversation shifts. Rave asked the question she would have so she looks at Arthur curiously, brow a bit tight in the middle as she has to wonder if this is worry worthy. After all, the entire Atlantis thing was...complicated.
Arthur Curry	At Dinah's hassling Arthur makes a face at her sidelong as if to tell her she's so clever with an expression that says otherwise. But then he leans over and ruffles her hair. Which, to be fair, is dangerous in and of itself.     A deep breath is taken as Arthur considers Rave's question, however, his empty hand lifting a little to gesture absently to the side, "Rites of passage. Ascension. Changes of social constructs. There are a lot of possible things happening at once that it just creates chances for more chaos. Though hey, hopefully it won't be a big deal. Just happens once every twenty years or so."     Which is a good chunk of time, but not like some great ominous convocation of stars aligning.
Rave	Another sip of her drink, Rave listens as the Atlantean Royal speaks, his words simple enough to get the gist of. Big social hiarchy changes could cause a few upsets, that much was certain, but the talk of Atlantis does have her giving a little shift. "I mean, I have always wondered what Atlantis would be like. I can run all over the world but...I can't do the under the sea thing. I can't breathe underwater or anything like that and..." She trails off, taking another sip of her coffee and looking over to Dinah. "Have you seen it? I bet it's neat."
Dinah Lance	The face from Arthur made it all worth it. Dinah just smiles a bit as she takes her sip of coffee. The explanation he gives about the Atlantis situation doesn't really relax her in any way. Especially when he is part of the hierarchies of the seas. So it could be far more personal than he is going to let on. At Rave's question, she gives a negative shake of her head. "I haven't ever been there. It involves a bit for one of us to go down safely. It can be done, I've just not been one to do it." And she looks to Arthur to see if he can answer the question.
Arthur Curry	"There are ships," Arthur begins, leaning back on the stool and supporting himself with one hand, a boot crossing over his knee as he looks somewhat at ease. If a bit precarious. "And Atlantis as a nation, is very large. And it's not really one nation. It's a collection of city-states really."     He looks between the two of them then murmurs, "But there are places where there's oxygen and people can spend time. It's just..." At that his eyes distance and he looks thoughtful.     "You know how there are deep sea facilities that people have constructed? For drilling or for research? Large constructs and vehicles that are fit for people to stay for extended periods of time. Well when you go into them, like when you go onto a submarine? Everything there is aimed at letting you know how dangerous things are, how you need to be careful, how you have to focus on what you're doing. Because one false step and it's all over."     He takes a deep breath, "Well in Atlantis, since that's just how people live down there... you don't have any of that. There are no warning signs, and that mentality is just... absent. So it's exceptionally dangerous for people from the surface since a door is a door is a door. But one could lead to the library, another could lead to outside and instant death."
Rave	It made sense, even if it was a little disappointing for her to acknowledge. Her powers let her heal from all manner of trauma in the presence of light...but explosive decompression was probably a heck of a lot more than a broken bone or a flesh wound. "Well uh...maybe I'll at least get to see a picture or something. Everything that I've seen come from there is super fancy and cool looking," she murmers, holding her hands to her mug in her lap. "I know I kinda look like a blueberry, but I'm not wanting to be popped like one."
Dinah Lance	Flashbacks to Violet and the juicing room from childhood movies. Which honestly, were they really right for children cause that boat ride was a horror show that had caused a need for therapy. "It does make sense," Dinah said, having not really thought about it enough to put it in those terms. "Here we know the dangers and point them out. But what is dangerous to us isn't dangerous to them so...squish." She does a mock shudder and takes another sip of her coffee. She could agree with Rave, going by her tone at least, because it was a bit of a disappointment to think one would never get the chance. Though, up until the last hundred years or so, people had thought Atlantis was lost. As time passed, perhaps such challenges would be overcome. "What about you, Rave?" Since she had asked them about things. "How's life been going?"
Arthur Curry	Arthur hrms, "Or maybe travel in a ship sometime, stay safe inside of it, but get a good look. Or maybe out to have dinner somewhere safe." A small shrug is given as he ponders, "Though right now sentiment isn't hugely positive for surface people. After Namor's latest effort with the mutants sort of floundered," He pauses there to shoot a look at Dinah, as if daring her to call him on that.     Then he continues, "Well he pitched it to the people that the surfacers spat in his face. So... yeah." A shrug is given, "People will believe anything if it's told to them enough times."     That having been said he turns his attention back toward Rave, letting her answer Dinah's questions without interfering with his own input.
Rave	True enough, although the potential for a dinner in Atlantis, even somewhere 'safe' is enough to have the young heroine beaming. That would be -awesome-, it's just a shame she probably couldn't take a 'selfie' or snapshot there just to be safe. Still, even if Dinah didn't the quirk of the fish pun with Namor did have her stiffling a little chuckle. She moves, lifting her mug to her lips as she drained the last of it and addressed Dinah's question. "Doing okay. New stuff with my music, although the show I tried to debut it had some demon-thingy eating people from the inside out attack it so..." she whinces a little, gesturing to herself. "I did okay though, given I'd never thought I'd have to help someone fight a demon in a nightclub before. Other than that? It's just been the usual things. Practice, patrol...I finally had my birthday last month, so I'm actually allowed to drink now."
Dinah Lance	The floundered comment has Dinah rolling her eyes but she barely can hide her smile and does so by quickly taking a sip of coffee. "Namor is a flounder," she muttered. Then she focused on Rave again. "Happy belated birthday!" Dinah says. "I'll have to take you out on the town one night to celebrate. Whatever you want to do." Which may be leaving that door entirely too wide open but one only turns twenty-one once. If they are lucky. Being deaged to a teen and doing it all over was highly overrated. "A demon for you too? Sounds like we may need to chat with some of our magic types. That's a lot of demonic stuff." She pushed herself to her feet. "And I better go start wrapping things up in the back. Sorry to cut this short."
Arthur Curry	"Yeah, you guys go do that birthday thing, I'll hold down the fort."     "Like now, I'll handle things up front. Though between you and me," Arthur says to Rave, "The boss around here is kinda a jerk." He confides in her oh so eloquently. Then he's back up and wandering toward the register.
Rave	Partying with Superheroes, especially her mentor, sounded like a hell of a good time. She'd definately take Dinah up on that, but tonight? It would have to wait. "I can think of a place or two, but I'm sure you know plenty more." Promises of future mischief made, Rave grins. Party for her, dinner in Atlantis? This superhero thing really was awesome!