Owner	Pose
Mary Jane Watson	This is the type of place that Mary Jane loves, but doesn't have the chance to come to often. She really does appreciate the way things are here. The cafe has a gorgeous view. She doesn't know about the history or the mythology.. But, she can hum her way and fake it.     She's looking at some of the cities on display in various pictographs and heraldry, and has a small book out and is occasionally sketching something to ask about later when she's back at the Triskelion to someone that might know more about things. MJ is wearing a t-shirt and a set of jeans. A backpack is slung over the side of the chair that she's sitting in.
Felicia Hardy	"This place has the best-" Felicia is cut off as a small child runs into her from behind and the blonde woman blinks rapidly, but keeps her eyes closed as she holds back some rather strong words at the surprise of a tiny pair of hands and what could only have been a tiny face finds her back. Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes, Felicia holds up a finger to the clerk and then turns around to see what collided with her.     "I'm Jinny and I'm six." The little girl says, holding up both hands to show off her age.     Felicia WANTED to be upset and cross, but gosh darn it. "You're six huh? Can you tell me where your teacher is?" Felicia asks, bending her legs and squatting down on her heels, hands on top of her legs as she gets low with the tiny blonde child. "We don't want you running into strangers y'k-"     "Stranger Danger!" Jinny says and holds up her hands in claw shapes and gives a big roar towards Felicia.
Susan Sullivan	Susan is wearing a tee shirt and goth skirt. She's got black lipstick on, dark eyeliner, her hair in spikes, metal-spiked choker and bracelets on, fingerless gloves over the ends of mesh net sleeves that disappear under her tee shirt. Her heavy boots are lined up the sides with buckles. The whole illusion is completely ruined by a bright and colorful Beauty and the Beast backpack that she wears. It's also cracked a bit farther by her chuckling at the rar of the little girl. "Cute," she says with a half smile.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would turn her attention over to the little girl and the blonde. Smiling from her position. Kids are adorable. Or nightmares. Often both. So she just goes to make an 'aww' face over in the direction of Jinny and goes to put down the sketch she had been working on. Let's be fair; she doesn't have a lot of future over as an artist anytime soon.     So Mary Jane goes to arch her neck and moves to watch, smiling. Kids will be cute. And murderous.
Felicia Hardy	"Stranger Daaaaaangerrrr!" Jinny says loudly finnaly looking up into Felicia's face and she lifts her hands to push the sometime's Avenger by the shoulders and runs away to her teacher. "AAAAAAAH!"     Felicia finds herself on her backside on the floor and blinking at the whole situation. Propping herself up with an elbow, Felicia's jeans might need to be patted to get the cumblies off, but she'll be okay. The thief shakes her head looking towards the girl and the teacher, but with a gestured wave, Felicia then gets back to her feet and dusts herself off. Mostly.     Not sure if she wants them or not, but Felicia shrugs her question away and steps up to pay. "One chai latte. Extra foamy please." She smiles and passes her plastic card over.
Mary Jane Watson	And theerrree we go! Mary Jane would muse, "This is why children shouldn't be let out without adult supervision. Unfortunately, there aren't htat many adults in the world." She would add to the remainder of the quip while heading over towards Felicia to offer her hand to the blonde as she would get up. "Nice recovery, but don't think you managed to stick the landing particularly well. Nice save though. Managed to get her to keep the lesson and not be scared. This one's on me."     Her hopefully before Felicia could intercept ehr moving over to try and cover the cost. And then there's a redhead and a blonde, two strange women of different worlds near one another. Yet somehow odd.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia accepts the red-head's hand and is up with a touch of athletisism to the way she rises. Nothing fancy, just being young still and limber enough to not make sounds involuntarily while moving.     "Thanks." Felicia says looking to Mary Jane's face and dropping her jaw slightly as the woman offers to pay for her. "You don't have to do that... that's too sweet." She notes before a certain woman walks by looking a bit out of place, but not in a way that Felicia finds distastful, "El oh el. I think we need to get the full Neapolitan." Felicia says to Mary Jane and then makes a motion towards Susan, "Hey! You! In the killer dress!"
Susan Sullivan	"Thanks," Susan says in response to the greeting and comment about her dress. "I'm not sure if the two of you noticed, but I /am/ in line." It isn't easy to imagine a figure that stands out more than the goth's does, but until she says something, she was about as ignorable as the counter or that dude in the corner reading an honest to god printed newspaper. There always is one, usually minding his own business, ignored by the customers at large because he's not in the way. The goth girl Susan does, however, smile politely, despite the other two women being between her and the counter, now.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson would help her up and over while looking at Susan, "Oh, hey." She would offer to the other woman, "And yeah, awesome outfit. You look like a real Gothic Lolita gone full Disney Princess there. I think you totally could have your own designer that way." She would offer cheerfully over at her while helping Felicia up.     "Nice to meet you, and nice save. You did a nice thing for a kid being a brat. I think that's fair for you to get someone paying ahead on you being a good person."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia gets out of the line, as it seems like the woman in black seems to be on a mission. "Thank you again, but I wouldn't call her a brat, just, young and taught that she shouldn't trust anyone." Felicia says, shrugging off the little girl's demeanor and chalking it up to 'the times.'     Stepping over to the waiting area, Felicia finds the end of the counter and stands next to it, using her elbow as a prop as she waits, curious about the brown haired woman, and the red head, but a flash memory of her dad telling her when she was younger that this city has all types and to accept them as they all are and that puts a faint smile on her lips.