Owner	Pose
Terry O'Neil	With an average temperature in the mid-seventies, it's clear that summer is well on its way in Brooklyn, which means increased human presence at the beach. Although not quite as busy during the weekdays as it is by the week-end, there is still nevertheless a respectable showing for a Wednesday lunch-time visit. The skies are clear and blue, and the water is a sparkling extense of a darker hue, waves lapping on the shore. On the Riegelmann boardwalk paralell to the strip of beach, Vorpal the Cheshire Cat of Titans fame is walking around with... a clipboard in one hand. In the other, he's still carrying a gyro bought at the Gyro Corner Clam Bar (gyros to /die/ for), where he took his lunch break. He takes occasional bites as he interacts with people. Over his regular hero spandex suit, he's wearing a bright blue tank-top with the logo of the Sunrider foundation, which matches the visor he wears over his head. Normally a Titan walking around would be cause for some people approaching, asking for autographs, selfies, or weird and bizarre questions. Or all of the above. But the presence of the clipboard has the same effect as it has everywhere else: people seem to part like the Red Sea as the Cheshire Cat walks, only a few people meet his eye. Eventually, one kind-hearted woman comes over to learn more. "-working to protect and preserve the world's oceans by focusing on water quality, coastal ecosystems, beach access..." Vorpal explains. Eventually she gets the message, the pamphlet, and a signature to be added to the e-mail list. Maybe it's even a real e-mail address, if he's lucky. The Cheshire wipes his forehead and whews. "... Gar should have done this. He's the one who does the cute shenanigans and turn into sea animals..."
Tommy Shepherd	One day when he was bored, Tommy scoped out the population of hot dog carts in NYC. There are 3100 hot dog vending licenses, so it only took the better part of the day. Worth it, really. Lo and behold: the cheapest calorie to cost ratio can be found at a stand on Coney Island.     Well, among others. There's not a whole lot of price variation in the hot dog business unless you're fancy, which... hot dog carts ain't. But these are grilled dogs, not dirty water dogs, so Tommy comes here for lunch frequently.     Very frequently. Uncomfortably frequently. Guy-knows-his-name frequently. Which is rough for Tommy, who has learned not to be friendly. But what's he gonna do, MAKE his lunch?     Look, maybe he should start making his lunch.     That's not what he's done today, so it's hot dogs again. He has a pyramid stack of them in a cardboard box under his arm as he walks, "taking in the sights". Mostly because his digestive system seems to function best when he's in motion. So yeah it's mostly a no thoughts head empty moment for Tommy, and his aimless wandering leads him in Terry's direction, unfocused gaze unintentionally landing on the Titan. Oh no, he made eye contact with the clipboard! RIP.
Kate Bishop	Kate, who is not wearing a bright blue tanktop, or visor, with any charities logos on it, is meandering along the boardwalk. Purple sunglasses shielding her eyes from the blazing sun, bow and quiver slung out of the way now.     Sure her lack of clipboard means she does have to deal with the occasional autograph, selfie, or weird and bizarre question... but totally worth it to not have to deal with collecting signatures.     You see she is here for moral support.     "Gar is definitely the cuter one. Right now he would be a seal balancing the clipboard and getting people to line up to sign."     Or here for snark.     Regardless she takes a bite of the ice cream cone she got.
Terry O'Neil	"Hawkeye how dare you. I thought /I/ was the cute one." He looks over his shoulder at her with a smirk, "I've got the cuter butt and /the/ grin. I mean, it's trademarked!" A pause. "My grin. Not my butt." Another pause. "Wait. /Could/ I trademark the grin thing? It's the thing I'm basically known for... I should talk to a lawyer," he turns to look back at the world, "And sue Disne-hello!" The platinum-blond hair is distinctive enough. Eye contact. Target acquired. "Hi there!" he says, turning the charm up to eleven, and then breaking the equipment by turning it further, "I'm Vorpal of the Titan and I'm raising awareness for the Sunrider foundation. Do you have a moment?" A pause, and then a wave with his hand, "Oh, and that's Hawkeye over there. She's my emotional support human."
Tommy Shepherd	The only reason a speedster manages to get entrapped in this way is because he has completely zoned out. Tommy has left the building. There's really nothing going on between his ears, and given that his thoughts are usually racing around like ping-pongs in his skull going 700 mph... it's almost blissful.     Until Terry speaks. It still takes him the period of a blink to drag his attention back to the present, and finally Tommy realizes the situation he's gotten himself into. Though he doesn't say it, the "Aw f***" is visible on his face for a split-second before he slaps on a twitchy approximation of a friendly smile.     "Uh... yeah... sure," is all he offers up, lamely. Though when Vorpal motions to Hawkeye, Tommy's eyebrows go up. "So is this a superhero thing?"
Kate Bishop	Kate licks her ice cream cone and just meanders along as Vorpal goes off on a tagent about his ass, trademarks, the house of the mouse and such. "You do know we have lawyers and a whole licensing and branding agent right...?" okay maybe Terry doesn't know that. Interesting.     When he zeroes in on the platinum blonde guy though Kate rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses. "Oh look, distracted by a cute guy, shocking. This is me shocked." snarkity snark as she follows him over to Tommy.     "Mostly I'm here to make sure he doesn't bite any humans. The liability alone and having to put him down so he could be checked with rabies. I was hoping one of the others could mind him today.. .but alas."
Terry O'Neil	Vorpal gives Kate a withering look- which is better than a wuthering height anyways- and says, "Hawkonia Elizabetha Gergiona Eye, I am /not/ hitting on guys, that'd be unprofessional. I'm /volunteering/!" He turns his attention back to Tommy and blinks, "What was I- oh, right! No, it's not a superhero thing. I mean, we're superheroes, but I'm volunteering at this thing. It's an ocean preservation foundation and they do /very/ good work. Aqualad's endorsed it a few times... well. Back when he was Aqualad. Now he's Tempest. Because I guess you can't get to your twenties with a name that ends in 'lad' and have any self-respect... but I'm rambling. Would you like to see the pamphlet-" He offers the hand with the gyro, and pauses, "That's the wrong hand. Sorry." The clipboard comes forth now, with the attached pamphlets. But Terry's eyes are on that hair, and the face. Emerald eyes squint a little, "Gee, this is funny, but I get the impression I've seen you before..."
Tommy Shepherd	Well, if he's gonna stand here... then Tommy is going to continue eating hotdogs. And each successive one he unwraps has a different assortment of toppings, because he eats ten at a time and variety is the spice of life, baby! So says the guy who eats from the same hot dog cart at least five times a week.     If someone's going to fight him for his use of ketchup, well, it hasn't happened yet.     "So you think I'm cute?" Tommy asks, after a pause to swipe mustard from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Reeeeal attractive. He reaches out for the pamphlet; no, the gyro; wait yes the pamphlet now, though it freezes in place at what Terry says.     His hand retracts. Tommy sweeps his fingers through his hair, only now realizing he left campus without a hat, and his expression shutters. "Nah, we def haven't met. I'm pretty sure I'd remember you."
Kate Bishop	Kate actually stops dead in her tracks and mouths Hawkonia Elizabetha Gergiona Eye. Then closes her mouth and just stares at Terry. Is she speechless. Is she thinking about putting an arrow in his back. Is it all of the above.     "The audacity of this cat." she finally says shaking her head.     When Vorpal asks if he hasn't seen Tommy before "Tindr?"     She watches Tommy and Terry interact. "Well. He is definitely you're sort of dork." she takes another lick of her icecream, it does run the risk of melting. "That is also a lot of hot dogs..."
Terry O'Neil	Trust Kate to put him on the spot by mouthing off, and now the guy is asking questions. Vorpal blinks, "Er- sure, you're cute, but that's neither here nor the-" And he almost drops his gyro. He turns to look at Kate with horrified fascination and says, "How the /hell/ do you know what Tindr is? Does Hawkeye Dad know you are using that kind of language? I should rat you out to him for sassing me like this!" He clears his throat and turns back to Tommy, "You will have to forgive my team-mate. She was raised by a pack of wild drag queens and snark is the language of her people. She can't help herself." And then, offering him a little smile, "I'm afraid you just walked into the cloud of awkward that usually surrounds me. Sorry about that..." remembering his gyro, he gives it a munch. And then he groans at Kate's comment about the hot dogs. "Hawk! Stop commenting on what people put in their mouths and start licking before you end up with a mess in your hands!" He clears his throat again, "Anyways, the foundation is doing its best to clear the ocean from plastics and..." he gets distracted again. "... wait... wait. I think I saw you in a dream--" he pauses, and his eyes go wide. "Wait, that came out wrong."
Tommy Shepherd	"Wouldn't it be Grindr if it were the two of us?" Tommy asks, though his brows are drawn together in confusion. "I dunno. I'm not on any of the apps, sooooo." All he can do is shrug. And eat another hotdog in a concerningly small amount of bites. Which is mostly an excuse to not keep talking.     Because there's really nothing he can say about the amount of food he's eating that can't be twisted into some sort of innuendo, which he's sensing would be very likely.     But eventually he does have to reply. "That's, uh, yeah, kind of a weird thing to say to someone?" He looks to Kate, but then he keeps looking further afield, like he might be able to find an excuse to just leave this conversation. "Weren't you, uh, talking about some sort of conservation thing?" Tommy asks.
Kate Bishop	"Good point, Grindr." Kate watches Vorpal smug, and yes she is working on her sea salt and caramel vanilla chocolate swirl. It is bougie AF. Lick. "The day you talk to my dad is the day they will never find the body Kitkat."     Her head tilts a little bit as he digs deeper. "Just saying... it is a whole lot of hot dogs..." because well, it is a lot of hot dogs after all. She also is on a team with more than one speedster.     Of course the having seen him in a dream comment makes her nearly choke on her ice cream. Oh god. Can you even choke on icecream. "ohmygod..." she manages to not choke and laughs instead.
Terry O'Neil	"No, no-" He stops and looks between Kate and Tommy now. "Grindr. Seriously, do /I/ look like the kind of guy who goes on Grindr for a cheap hookup? I'm a classy dinner-and-movie dat-- what the hell am I saying?" It has become clear that the Cheshire Cat has lost the plot and the initiative, so he simply holds out the pamphlet to Tommy. "Yeah... they do good conservation work, the info is in the pamphlet but... No- not that /way/ about the dream- I swear it's not a cheap pickup line. You were one of the bystanders who got trapped in that weird dream confluence a few weeks back? Dreamer and Miss America and I were there and there was a lot of you..." he frowns. "It's... hazy... okay, you probably don't remember. It was the dream realm, so..." he shrugs, "Not everybody just happens to get sucked into weird places unexpectedly, but that sort of thing happens to me all the time." A death glare to Hawkeye, "And no. Most of the time it is /not/ my fault. I can count on one hand the times it has been my fault, and I'd still have free fingers." A beat. "And how the hell do /you/ know what Grindr is?" he boggles at Kate. "You're, like, fourteen!" Okay, so that's just him getting back at her for the earlier comment.
Tommy Shepherd	"Oh god she's fourteen?" Tommy's shoulders hunch up and he cringes as he takes a couple of steps backwards. He looks horrified.     It's also a great cover to not reply to the dream stuff. As of right now, Tommy absolutely had managed to block that whole episode from his memory. No sense in backpedaling on that, because that dream left a lot of questions unanswered.     Questions he has no interest in asking again.     He looks left. Then he looks right. "I don't have any money for your charity, so I'm gonna... goooooooooo," he lengthens the vowel sound out, "Like... now." And then he turns on his heels and starts to walk away.
Kate Bishop	Kate uses her free hand to reach under her sunglasses and carefully wipe away some tears of laughter without smudging her makeup in the process. "Sucked into weird places all the time..." she is honestly trying to stop laughing but he keeps providing so much ammo.     "I mean, no not all of the time, but many of the times..." she notes helpfully. Which isn't honestly true. One time was Raven. The other time aliens. "Actually I'm running a tally.. isn't it most of the times but not all of the times?" yeah she is teasing him.     "Geeze.. I'm glad you aren't on Grindr if you think I'm fourteen.... I'm an adult Vorp... and you're obviously bad at estimating people's ages even when you know them well. If you were on Grindr we would have to get our PR team involved with crisis management." hey he punched at her age.
Terry O'Neil	He flails, and instead circumvents Kate's clap back by going for different tack. Gesturing towards Tommy's retreating back, he says to her: "See? You terrify guys, Hawk," the Cheshire smirks, "But seriously. I'm /sure/... almost. Maybe. I mean, you don't see dudes with hair that color that often, it's a distinctive appearance..." he shrugs, "But the Dream is all sorts of fuck-a-dilly weirdness. It could have been him- or it could have been a projection of someone else dreaming about him, or even a trace memory left by him from an earlier dream. That's Nick's purview- he's the Dream specialist. I just get dragged along for the ride every time. Funny thing is that we tend to talk more about Bruno than the wierd dream excursions." "I am twenty and /look/ twenty, it's not my fault you still haven't grown into your boots!" He turns a whitering eye to Kate. "But it would do /you/ a bit of good to stop assuming I instantly hit on every cute guy I see. And if you don't, I'll make sure you find glitter bombs where you least expect it, Hawkonia. I could have had a perfectly good other signature for the 'riders and you went and made it all awkward. That means you're going to have to come here tomorrow and get the signatures. Or maybe you should go over, catch him, get his name, invite him out to ice cream and then surreptitiously get him to sign up for the Sunrider mailing list. That's one way you could make it up to me!"
Tommy Shepherd	Tommy isn't running away. Not yet. He generally tries to break line of sight before he kicks into superspeed, and there aren't enough people milling about this particular area (probably because there's someone hanging out with a clipboard...) for him to go Plaid yet.     Also he's kind of not done eating? He started slowing down on lunch because there is an upper limit of how many hot dogs you can eat in polite company before it gets weird and he was kind of nearing that limit.     Anyway, point being, he's just walking away at present and can, in theory, be caught up with. For any potential ice-cream-related invitations.
Kate Bishop	Kate finally gets to the cone portion of the icecream cone and takes a solid bite >crunch< and then chews on it as she watches Terry with a stoic expression. "I'm not the one that chased the cute blond guy away by saying you were endangering a fourteen year old in the hero business Vorpal." she eye rolls.     "Also it isn't getting less weird sounding as you go on about dreaming about him or someone else dreaming about him. You can't pin this one on me." another crunch of waffle cone.     "Also, no. I have class tomorrow. Also I'd rather just donate ten grand to the charity than collect signatures." she gestures after Tommy "Go get 'em tiger."
Terry O'Neil	"What? Batman endangers fourteen year olds all the time? And /I'm/ not dreaming about him! I'm... GAAAARRRGHH!" Vorpal throws up his hands in frustration. And, accidentally, his gyro. He watches as the succulent Mediterranean treat spins and spins and spins, sending globs of tzatziki sauce to perish into the abyss. Onion slices pirouette like ballerinas before impacting the boardwalk, followed by a doomed, somersaulting tomato, sprinkled by oregano and other spices, a smattering of feta, and the strips of lamb- the Agnus Oi Vey of this entire accident. The humanoid cat's sorrowful face as he watches Oh The Humanity says it all, and one can almost hear the Gregorian choir chanting in the background: Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Requiescant in pace. A mournful look at Kate. "... you owe me a full gyro platter for this!" And then he turns around and starts walking quickly to try to catch up with Tommy. "Hey- er..." Right, he doesn't have his name. "Um. Guy with the many hot dogs?" A hot dog stand vendor looks up at him. "Not you!"
Tommy Shepherd	It's a lifeguard station, as it turns out, that ends up being the nearest convenient structure to break line of sight. Surely he hears Terry calling after him, but Tommy passes behind the small building and never appears on the other side.     Just up and vanishes. At least to the naked eye. He hoofs it over to the other side of the Belt Parkway before he slows back down to regular human walking speed and finally polishes off the rest of his hot dogs where no one can see him shoveling food into his mouth.
Kate Bishop	Kate watches the spin of the gyro. Thanks to her knack she can totally predict the trajectory of each bit as it spirals through the air. She dips a hand into a pocket, pulling out a dime, and flicks it with dangerous accuracy to knock a chunk of onion that was about to hit a child in the head off course so it harmlessly hits the boardwalk.     "Okay Vorp, totally going to buy you a new Gyro." hell the story was worth it. Absolutely worth the memories. She finishes off her ice cream now as she watches him hurry after the blonde dude. "Man polyamory is hard." yeah she said it loud enough for Vorpal to hear as he hurries off.
Terry O'Neil	Terry wheels on his heels as Kate fires off that stinger and says "For crying out loud stop it, he's going to think I'm recruiting for a harem or something like that!" He is flustered- but who wouldn't be at the loss of such a magnificent specimen? We're talking about the gyro, here. Unbeknownst to Terry, the boardwalk's best Gyro shop will burn down tonight (no casualties, thankfully) due to a freak accident after a young teenage girl discovers she's a witch, accidentally sets the place on fire, and then gets spirited away to be taught the ways of her craft and the intricacies of Property damage liability insurance. The owner of the stall will cash in on his insurance, decide that it's just not worth it and return to his native Greece in order to retire to his grandmother's modest house in Crete and spend the rest of his days painting seashells and arrange them in dioramas featuring dissecated crabs dressed as various historical figures. So Vorpa's chances to taste the best gyros in New Jersey will vanish, just like that, and Kate will not be able to actually buy him a new gyro to make it up to him. But that is neither here nor there. Vorpal turns around and suddenly... well. Tommy is just gone. He sighs. "Damnit, Hawk. I lost sight of him." Somehow. "... maybe I can get Lois to sign." He glances at the clipboard and tries to imagine Lois' response. "Nevermind. I'll... just walk some more and see if someone signs." He turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction, passing Kate. "... he looked interesting, though. I wonder if that was him in the Dream realm, and if that means anything." He could be a Fae. Or a dream mage. Or any number of things. Or just an ordinary human caught in the dream streams. The cat's curiosity was piqued now, and there was no way to satisfy his curiosity now, which is one of the cruelest things one can do to a cat. So he walks down the boardwalk, already planning his Rube Goldberg-esque, glittery revenge on Kate.