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Quentin Quire	Hours ago, one Quentin Quire sent the message out that he would be attempting the Dawg House challenge at Dobb's Dawg House in Dobb's Ferry. Being a douchebag with massive Social Media presence, it gained a lot of traction on Twitter and Facebook and the like. Most of it bad. After all, while he might have a large presence on the internet, Quentin Quire is still an asshole. Thusly, we find him at a table, his phone on a mini tripod pointing up at him as he cuts what is, in essence, a pre-fight promo. "You all saw me destroy the curry challenge. Lesser men needed gas masks to even ''cook'' it, and I ate THREE BOWLS. This time, it's just hot dogs, and I will once again show my superiority." His pink mohawk-thing is slicked back, his glasses are gleaming like an anime villain, and the t-shirt under his gaudy purple and gold Hawaiian shirt reads 'EAT MY ENTIRE ASSHOLE, SUMMERS.' The shirts are available on his Teefury store. The crowd is probably less than he'd like, but, well. It's attention. The first dog is brought out in its little basket. It's the Maine Squeeze. It looks pretty basic, if enormous, with mayo, onion sauce and what seems to be celery salt. Quentin, hefts it to the sky and then begins to annhilate it. It's grotesque.
Kaida Connolly	In all honesty, this is one of the few places where Kaida is actually welcomed. She wasn't at first, mind you. However, the owner saw her on camera and put out a message to try to find her. Why? She ate two footlongs while hiding under a table and he was frankly (pun intended) impressed. So, now she slips in here regularly and goes straight to a manager to prove her bonafides before ordering her usual and chowing down. Of course, today, is an odd event. One, she had just stopped a bank robbery and, as per the usual, got NO credit! Who do they think does these things? The invisible man?! Eh, whatever. Either way, she was very hungry. Two, she came in to see a crowd surrounding some guy with a pink mohawk and some shirt and a tripod doing the challenge. She shrugs and immediately races over to a wall and then scampers up on to a light to peer at the fuss, noticing him eating the Maine Squeeze, she hmms before shrugging. "Must be some celebrity." She doesn't really follow much of that, what with being busy and tiny and a mouse. It's all very time consuming. So, she instead races across the ceiling and flips down to land near a manager she knows and waves a tiny hand. "Hey! Big fuss today, huh? Hope I can still get some dogs myself!" The manager blinks in surprise and then grins down at the littlest customer even as a passing patron stares in disbelief.
Negasonic	Ellie sighed dramatically when she read the social media hype posts. "Fucks sake Quintin." mostly because neither Summers or Captain America is around to yell about Language.     Still this does not stop her from logging into the livestream using her also infamous handle @AtomicPinCushion. She has a rep after all as well.     //I'm not sure which is the warcrime. Hawaian shirts like that unironically or the way he is eating those dogs.// she watches a bit longer on the feed. //The only viral here is food poisoning at this rate.//
Clark Kent	A tall, broad shouldered man in a blue suit and red tie walks up to the medium sized flash mob. There was a time when a promising young psychic announcing his presence in public would only call up the sort of mob equipped with torches and pitchforks, so privately Clark sees this as a bit or progress. Of a sort, considering some of the things he's read about this young man and his opinions. Still, a story's a story, and sometimes a Superman needs to look at a potential threat close up. Clark Kent sort of has an online presence, being a major reporter and author. He can be hard to recognize in a crowd, though, for some reason. Making some notes as Quinten absolutely abuses that poor hot dog, Clark Kent takes a look at the crowd, quietly observing. He blinks at Kaida, because even a Superman can be caught off guard. "Gosh."
Quentin Quire	The party is starting in earnest. Some of the crowd are cheering on Quentin, others are heckling him with juvenile comments about 'Relaxing the throat' and 'Chugging that sausage'. Quire, for his part, seems fairly focused. He slugs down the last of the first one, and waves the staff over for the next one. "Two at a time after this. I've got a rep to maintain." The comments keep coming. None of them fit to print. As for the taunting chat that comes up, Quentin points at the camera. "I saw that! This shirt is ultimate fashion, and you too, dear viewers, can get this excellent t-shirt from my Teefiry store. Get there by going to KidOmega dot com!" The next dog, at least, has sauerkraut. This borders on obscene.
Kaida Connolly	"Look at 'em go!" Kaida smiles as she flips up with incredible ease over to a light fixture and holds on with a foot and a hand to stare down at the sight. She cheers and pumps a fist. "Eat up, mohawk man!" She can actually be sorta heard over the din. Her tiny size has taught her to project and she kinda naturally has that ability only to casually flip back down to the counter and grin at the menu before she, too, rolls the proverbial dice and then lets out an excited sound. "The Trailer Park first! Yeah! That's my favorite!" And then she does a little dance of her own and rushes over to a table in the corner and bounces from one foot to another as the people in the back get to work on the order. Seems there's another challenger.
Negasonic	OF course @AtomicPincushion responds to that. //Way to sellout with Merch Quire. Is your name slapped on it like a stark product?//     Oh god. Two at a time is like twice the gross. //IF I believed gods were anything other than tourist aliens with a complex, today would be the day god turned his back on humanity.//
Clark Kent	The alien with a complex gets a little closer, in awe. He's from farm country. He knows what happens at state fairs. But a six inch tall talking mouse challenging Manchester Black Junior is enough to unsettle even Clark's jaded big city smoothness. "Golly." Clark grabs a bench, using practiced shorthand to keep track of the contest. He's almost tempted to intervene, but he'll see. "Hello." Clark tips his hat to Ellie, thinking her just a civilian blogger. Sort of in the same business, really. Clark smiles at the thought of Lois's reaction to that thought, and how badly spelled the swearing would be. "Are you acquainted with either of the contestants? It seems like the." Clark adjusts his glasses. "Young lady's close with the manager."
Quentin Quire	The carnage just continues. Two dogs down, ten to go. This time, he's brought two. One looks to be a Chicago style, if large. The other seems to be slathered in murderous hot sauce and Fritos. He holds them high before peering at his phone. "I'm not Scott 'I'm the Man now, you get detention especially the girls' Summers. I need to make a living, and if people want to buy my fly t-shirts and sexy as ''fuck'' underwear, who am I to deny them?!" Somehow he starts chowing down on both dogs almost at the same time. The mess he's making of his face and the table from splatter is like a grindhouse horror movie. Why is he like this?
Kaida Connolly	A smile is given to Clark when she notices him looking and she waves. The shield is set down beside herself and then her sheathed sword is set down as well. She grins a little as she rubs her small hands together as the first hot dog arrives. She leaps high up into the air and once more grips a light before laughing. "Get those dogs, Captain Mohawk!" And she lands just in time to grin at the person who brought her the dog. She smiles brightly and slaps her small hands together. "Awesome! Bring them as quick as you can! I have been busy!" And with that Kaida hits one end of the hot dog hard enough to lift the other end slightly. If one has ever seen a school of piranah start in on a hunk of meat, think that but...faster. Within just a few seconds, an entire normal sized person's bite of hot dog has vanished.
Negasonic	The young woman hanging back at a table, turned around on bench to lean against it, watching, while only honestly engaging with her phone as she types into the livefeed looks up startled as she is actually addressed. In public.     Honestly this is why dealing with people on the internet is easier.     "Unfortunately." is her reply, the salt could give someone high blood pressure right then and there. Her eyes narrow though and the spiky punk eyes Clark up and down. "Aren't you the reporter from Metro... isn't this a wee far from your beat covering Invasions and all." there is a pause. "I mean... pulizter this is absolutely not. Unless they drag Quentin's ass to the Hague for making humanity suffer through this."     She pauses to type in the livestream @AtomicPinCushion //Do you call everyone on the internet that doesn't agree with you a Summers now?// .. .. .. .. //I mean there seems to be a billion of them but come on, don't insult me. Also you are totally a sellout Captain Mohawk.//
Clark Kent	"You never know where a big story will be, Miss. I'm flattered you recognize me." Clark says, and he somehow sounds like he means it. "I usually try to fade in with the crowd. Useful in my line of work. Do you blog professionally, if you don't mind me asking, or just as a hobby?" "Oh, Clark Kent, by the way." Clark offers a handshake and goes back to staring in mild awe. "So does the young lady get a cut in the young man's underwear sales? Because I may not know much about streaming, but I think she just upped this attraction by a tier. ...where do they put it all?"
Quentin Quire	The dichotomy of Quentin's conversation with Negasonic is, frankly, bizarre. He is addressing her taunts in the livestream's chat out loud. This likely confuses onlookers, but, well, he doesn't care. The two dogs are dealt with, and he motions for more, though he's looking a touch ... touched. "Only special people who are stick in the mud assholes are Summers ... Summerses. And maybe I did sell out, because a man has to eat. Capitalism is bullshit, but I have to live in it!" The next two look ... horrific. One looks like it has Nutella on it, and the other seems to have marshmellow fluff. He is going to die.
Kaida Connolly	It's difficult to not want to pay attention to Quentin. He's really going at it with how he is trying to eat those things but Kaida is there for him. She really has no real clue who he is but she knows he's giving it his all. Of course, she's hungry, too, so she is mildly distracted. There is something disturbing about what one might see if they look away too long from Kaida. Her first Hotdog wasn't all that weird. Melted cheese and crushed potato chips. What's weird is that she's only six inches tall and she's done with it. Maybe a full minute went by and that thing was gone. She's doing a quick lap around the basket it came in even as another one, (covered in Cap'n Crunch cereal and peanut butter) is arriving. She does a quick leap up and grins. "Three down!" She lands on her table and leaps again, "Nine to go!" And then she lands and leaps up to point, "Go, Pink Wonder!" And she lands again only to leap into the new basket.
Negasonic	She types on her phone into the livestream. //Can you please swallow your dog meat before go try to justify your hypocrisy Cap'.//     She looks to Clark. Shifting her hand out to shake his. "Ellie." though it kills her a bit on the inside to use her mundane name, but secrets aren't secrets if you tell major paper reporters your codename while slumming it in your civies. "Oh I don't blog, not really. Mostly I make incels and bigots cry on the internet. It doesn't pay anything but it is good honest work." she seems serious about it too "Also you are right, I think that is a Teen Titan or something and she probably could easily claim a percentage off the merch when he starts selling Captain Mohawk shirts. She should lawyer up."     //Okay taking bets on whether Pink Wonder dies or not in this challenge.//
Clark Kent	Go, Pink Wonder!, Clark thinks, but as a journalist cannot state his biases out loud lest they manipulate the crowd. He almost laughs at that thought, perhaps coming off as a bit crazy to his new friends. "Pleased to meet you Ellie. Is she a Teen Titan? Well I suppose they've always tried their hardest to give every young metahuman a place to belong. The first Robin was very passionate about that, you know. I still remember talking to him about his plans for the organization; how he felt having a place of safety was as important as an organized anti-crime strike force. Even when that trust hurt them in the past, it's always been something I've admired." "What's the over under on the Pink Wonder beating Captain Mohawk?" Clark then says in a very different sort of voice, a boyish smile on his face.
Quentin Quire	This horrorshow must end. It can't continue. This is an atrocity, an act of raw violence. Quenten is doing his damnest to plow down two dessert dogs at the same time. He draws in all of his focus and terrible, incredible, will. Unattended objects near him begin to float. Hot dog baskets, his phone, even people start to shudder as their feet start to ascend under the passive applications of his unreal powers. His expression is agony embodied. His thought process is to let his powers out to burn calories fast to purge the storm boiling in his stomach. It doesn't work. Quentin finishes the dessert dogs, and breathes heavily, trying to settle the boiling tempest that is his gastric tract. Suddenly, a look of panic crosses his face as he grits his teeth, bearing down on his own body. Tables start to rise too.
Kaida Connolly	A blink as her hot dog raises up and she does, too. Kaida slow blinks as she looks around before blinking a few more times and then she drops and oofs. She clears her throat carefully and then finishes her second dog before leaping up to the ceiling and clinging. "Whoa, Psychic Sickguy! Calm down! It's just hot dogs!" And then she leaps over to next to Clark and clears her throat, "He's Pink Wonder, Psychic Sickguy, and Captain Mohawk. I'm Kaida." She grins, "Nice to meet ya." and then she frowns as she realizes her next hot dog hasn't arrived yet as people are backing off. "Whoa whoa whoa!" And she floats up again, "Hurrm." And she grabs a nearby table and then uses that to launch herself to the ceiling and clings. She scampers along the ceiling and then leaps down and clings to Quentin's table. "Seriously, what's going on? You going to be alright? You're bein' a bit dangerous here, Telekinetic Taster."
Negasonic	"Uhuh, Titans, totally saints." she agrees offhand and at the first little shiver of things moving, Ellie subtly moves and hooks her leg under the bench she is casually sitting on so she can lean nonchalant on the table. "Well. I think they are the same person. She is just a nickname coining mouse machine." amusement really.     Somehow not worried like the random flashmob must be. I mean, normies don't like being flung into the air because someone can't handle their hot dog challenge.     "Quentin you spaz, just blow beef chunks like a loser before you cause a cop worthy scene of destruction!" see, Negasonic is totes helping.     Totes.
Clark Kent	"So I see." Clark says, and gently puts his hand on the table. It thuds back onto the ground, no matter how high the other tables go. Clark is a pretty big guy, that must be it. "Nice to meet you Kaida. I'm sorry to interrupt your adventure here, but it seems like your friend's having a moment." Clark smiles at Quentin. "You heed a hand there, friend? I've got some pills in my pocket. I get queasy too, sometimes, and it can be awfully embarrassing."
Quentin Quire	Quentin struggles with himself, his powers leaking out and lifting almost everything in the restaurant a couple inches off of the ground. The normies are, understandably freaking out. His head turns slightly as Clark comes closer, his vision swimming as the sugar and the hot sauces and the sauerkraut vie for dominance and terrible, awful vengeance. He quickly turns away from the big man, and his powers cut off abruptly, everyone falling back to the ground unharmed. Then the caustic mixture erupts from the depths as he hurls all over the floor. Caught on camera.
Kaida Connolly	"OH no, oh no! Mount Punkovious is gonna blow!" Kaida oofs as she lands and watches before leaping away and on to another table and shaking her head, "Oh to be normal!" She declares, putting tiny hands over her nose and glaring at the offending mess. She shakes her head. "So Gross." She grumbles and shakes her head as she watches.
Negasonic	Negasonic's phone is up and she records all of this. Absolutely all of it. Yeah it probably maybe got on the livestream. That isn't the same as having her own copy though. Not at all.     She also steps back a ways making very sure she isn't in the blast radius even if he cheats a bit. "Very gross." she agrees with Kaida.
Clark Kent	"Hey." Clark says, frowning. He stands up straight, his voice coming out in more of a boom than the murmur he'd been using before. As if Clark were used to addressing crowds and being listened to, immediately. "Hey!" He puts a hand on Quentin's back and rubs it, gently. "It's alright, son. Better out than in." Alloud, again. "Everyone, this young man is pretty clearly a telekine experiencing some distress. He's not going to hurt anyone. I daresay he's too busy to think of it. Just take a breath, and grab onto something rooted in the ground if you feel light footed." "We've all made some food mistakes." Weird Social Clark winks at the crowd, smiling like it'll all be alright. "Tell you what, round of beers on me. Maybe a water for Mohawk, though?"
Quentin Quire	Quinten breathes heavily after he boots all over the floor. He stares at the horror show blankly for a moment before his eyes glow again. This time, he levereages his true might. Nothing shakes or shudders. Nothing breaks or smashes. The pile of vomit starts to shrink as Quenten deconstructs it at the molecular level, shredding it down to so much ephemera. He slumps after that, breathing hard. That is incredibly taxing, and he just hurled. He reaches into his pocket, digging his wallet free and tosses a fifty on the table. He grabs his phone tripod and just shuts it off. He looks more than a little shamed as he stands up, slipping away from Clark and pushing his way through the crowd and out the door. He might be done streaming for a bit. Til he gets mad again.
Kaida Connolly	"Whoa!" Kaida states as she looks at the mess cleaning itself up? She's sure he is doing it but it is still impressive. All the same she blinks as he grabs everything up and leaves before she shakes her head, "Aww." Kaida puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. She looks over to Negasonic for a moment before shaking her head. "He tried. Shouldn't feel bad for trying though I do believe it is best to leave eating to the expers." Kaida nods her head and then she is suddenly back over to the kitchen and peering inside. "Everyone ok?!"
Negasonic	Ellie, more subtly, records Quentin's exit then looks to the others. "He did try." she notes. There is an unsaid and failed there though.     Thanks for the beer offer, I should probably head home. I can say I met a Titan and a famous reporter though." whether this is good or not, well she doesn't comment it. Her phone tucks into her pocket.
Clark Kent	Clark shrugs, smiling. At least he cleaned up after himself. "..want an interview sometime?" Clark asks the talking magicla mouse.