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Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	Every now and then traffic is made more difficult in NYC in this area or that area, for this movie filming, or that photoshot. It's something the residents of the city are used to as part of daily life. But every so often, something is specifically done more open to the public to draw attention. In this case, a clothing company that specializes in sexy takes of famous superhero costumes for cosplay and more, has decided to use one of the recently hot models who is known to play ball with their line of fashion, the rather notorious Aurora. Her work is terrific, but her work ethics and partying life style is what brings the rep. The photoshot is done in Times Square, easy to draw a crowd, and Aurora has been dressed in a rather hot take on Captain Marvel. Rather than a full suit, the outfit has been deconstructed into knee high stiletto heels, scandalous hot pants, and a long sleeved crop top that just about covers the bust line, featured sinking square neck, and cleverly uses the Star of Hala design famously used as Captain Marvel's emblem, to properly cover the breasts from any wardrobe malfunctions. Needless to say a crowd has been drawn, whether Captain Marvel fans, superheroes fans, Aurora fans, or people who like to gawk. Aurora has done a whole set of heroic poses, pinup poses, and now that the main part has died down, the crew is on their way home while Aurora lingered behind to meet and greet fans. OF course, she didn't anticipate the spectacle might draw eyes from above.
Carol Danvers	Taking possession from Carol's mother of one of her childhood homes had resulted in Carol Danvers spending a lot of her time in ways she never had before. The nearest she'd ever gotten to 'home owner', the rural place in upstate New York was in serious need of work after not being lived in for years. Today had her out and about. Not quite sure what to do with the dated decor, but knowing she had to do something, Carol had been making a tour of different places to get ideas. "Ok maybe doing it all myself is a dumb idea," she says with a sigh. Though the actual effort appeals to her, the decision-making is proving the frustrating part. The pilot turned superhero isn't what one would term an artistic soul. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the Rolling Stones lips logo on it, Carol makes her way down the sidewalk towards Times Square. Boots scuff quietly on the pavement, and she has on a pair of sunglasses, as much to help with a small measure of anonymity as to shade her eyes from the sun. Up ahead she sees a crowd gawking at something. The sight of some of those umbrella-like shades that actually are meant to diffuse the light back at the models rather than shade them, clues her in that it's some kind of photo shoot. As curious as the next person, Carol heads over that way, hands stuffed into her back pockets.
Hercules	"SON." a voice that boomed like thunder boomed into the boudacious boudoir of Hercules, stiring the Lion of Olympus from a well deserved rest after a hard fought battle on just the day prior. Sitting up in his bed, the burly god scowled at the shaft of golden light that now intruded through his drapes. "I... need a favor." And so was the Scion of Zeus spurred into action here this fine, bustling afternoon. With a half-eaten gyro in one hand... and an autograph book in the other, the Beskirted Olympian waits his turn just like the rabble!
Franklin Spade, Jr.	Speaking of people who are notorious for their work ethics and partying life style...     "God bless New York City," Franklin Randall Spade, Jr. declares as he applauds the display from a fairly visible position in the crowd, wearing a charcoal suit and a rather loud plum-coloured shirt underneath. There's a small entourage of his own camera crew around him - a state the businessman is oft encountered in. After all, anything could turn into content for the next episode of The Spades, and the latest season is just firing up.     When it looks like a line is forming to meet the model, Franklin is caught a bit off-guard, and ends up further back than he would have preferred.     "Ugh, this sweat factory is gonna kill me. Karma's a bitch," Franklin remarks loudly, crinkling his nose as he sniffs the air. He taps the shoulder of the person in front of him, holding up a hundred-dollar bill when they turn around, jutting the thumb of his other hand over his shoulder and tilting his head with a meaningful look. The civvie looks confused for a moment, before taking the hundred dollar bill and letting Franklin step ahead.          "Hey, that's bullshit," the person who was behind Franklin says.     "That's capitalism, kid," Franklin calls over his shoulder without looking.     A couple more in the queue are bypassed with equal investment - until Franklin finds himself behind Hercules.     "Hey, roid rage. Hundred bucks says you and me swap spots, whaddya say?"
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	Aurora for her part is all beaming smiles, she's done these events before, and she makes every person who gets to the end of the line feel like she was only waiting there to meet them. Big beaming smile, affectionate small brushes and touches, a bit of small talk, nice curvsive signature, and of course to the daring, a photograph together. As she looks up to see who is next, she takes note of Franklin Spade and Hercules, one a magnificent physical specimen, and the other so very clearly loaded, he just may be a ticket to a coveted Hellfire Club membership. Naturally she doesn't involve herself in the dealing, instead standing there with her hands akimbo on her hips, taking on a heroic pose. Yeah, she's into selling the fact she's meant to be a sexy 'Captain Marvel' today.
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers makes her way over, staying on the fringes of the crowd. Which means in the end she gets a front row spot but off to the side with those content to just gawk, rather than in the area that the model is actually giving people her direct attention. As she takes in the getup, Carol's first reaction is her eyebrows raising slightly. Following are a couple of soft chuckles, and a tiny shake of her head with a wry grin. Aurora's blond wig is spot on, exactly how Carol is wearing her hair at the moment, in fact. Which might negate some of her already shaky reliance on sunglasses for anonymity. Carol slides out her phone and captures a photo of Aurora in her cosplay outfit. A quick message is tapped out to accompany the picture as it is sent to Janet van Dyne:    > If JVD made this, we're going to have words, Jan! A grin is given as Carol pockets her phone again. No way that Janet would think Carol believes JVD had anything to do with it, but she'll probably get a kick out of the outfit. Carol glances up as she hears a few of the comments from the crowd as Franklin employs a completely altered form of 'Pay It Forward' to advance through the line. A little tug is felt on her hand and Carol turns to see a little girl standing there. "Your hair looks just like hers. You should wear an outfit like that too," she says. This causes the corners of Carol's lips to quirk. "Oh, thank you dear," she tells the girl. "I think if I did, my friends would never let me hear the end of it," she says honestly enough. Clint would be brutal. Cap? He might blush. Damn that would almost be worth it. The girl's mother drags her away to more suitable content for her age.
Hercules	What soured mood he had been nursing by his early and unexpected awakening had largely been salved by the vibrancy of the city... and Aurora, because she was very pretty. The space between himself and the- Maybe it was a sweep of her hand or the wind between the buildings. Whatever it was, Hercules just managed to see her ears, each tapered to a point. Was she...? Had his father oncemore sending him after another consort? AGAIN? His jaw firmed and his grip on his stuffed pita steeled. Crisp lettuce, carved meat, tomato, and various other delicious ingredients were pulverized in his hands. "By the furies if-" he began to mutter past clenched teeth. 'Hey. roid rage-' Hercules turned like a thunder storm coming in from the horizon, slowly but surely, fixing his gaze upon Frankie Spade Jr. A mortal? With offer of supplication for a favor. His gaze shifted from man to offering, from offering to man. Normally, it would not be an issue... but conclusions have been jumped to! "Have patience, this will be over soon." he uttered with a terrible glower. "Ho, Nymph!" Hercules bellowed, commiting the gravest act of littering as he tossed his gyro away and behind him as he stepped forward, trampling decorum and manners as he held a little black book aloft. "I will no longer be stayed by my father's false labor. Harken to my sire's philandering desires so that I might be done with this!" he demanded.
Franklin Spade, Jr.	It's amazing that a man as wont to flash green at all his inconveniences as Franklin Spade doesn't get mugged more often, even if it is Times Square. It actually has happened a number of times, but somehow, it never ends up working out for the would-be mugger. 'Charmed life' is one phrase people might use to describe Frankie Spade in the everyday. 'Lucky bastard' is a more likely one.     Most people leave off the 'lucky' part.     Still, for all of his casual arrogance, Franklin Spade, Jr.'s cool and confident demeanour withers somewhat under the terrible gaze of the Son of Zeus. The hundred dollar bill drops to the ground as Franklin's own gaze fixes on the God of Strength's back. When that back is turned, though, Franklin's sense of privilege swells back to full force.     "Hey! Hey."     Franklin's voice is raised to Hercules' back as he finds himself second in line.     "Look, pal. This is twenty twenty-two. You can't call her those things just because she dresses like a slut, or make 'assumptions'" - Franklin provides air quotes around that word for some reason - "about her promiscuity. She's just here to make a living, and we're all better for it. And trying to pick up chicks for your dad? That's twisted, dude."     Apparently, Franklin doesn't know who he's talking to.
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	Aurora has absolutely no clue the actual Captain Marvel is in the vicinity, and had actually seen her in this rather risque take on her heroic outfit. She might have lost the wherewithall to keep it together if she did. But she is getting an altogether different distraction at the meet and greet line. She's not the most well versed in all the superheroes out and about, so hasn't a clue just who Hercules is, but his build alone made her think he must be one of Thor's friends. Especially with that 'by the furies' start, but then the exchange between him and Spade becomes so animated, she actually gasps when she thinks Hercules might hurt Franklin, so much so she doesn't even comment as he casually throws a gyro to the ground. Common sense dictates she should step aside and let security handle this, but perhaps wearing the costume, and being called Captain Marvel for most of the day, has given her an inexplicable surge of courage. She walks to takes a few steps forward and calls out, "do you really wish to start a fight in the presence of the mighty Captain Marvel!?" It's unclear if she's joking, or serious, but there is a smile on her face, so maybe it's her attempt to use the event at hand to help get things under control. "Maybe instead of fighting, we can all just take a picture together, and make friends? That's what the Avengers would want you to do!" What a hero she makes, get her Avengers membership right now! It also appears she's accustomed to name calling, considering some of the exchange between Hercules and Franklin and quite a few assumptions and derisive names thrown her way, but either she deflected them carelessly, or she just altogether missed those
Carol Danvers	Carol Danvers's attention is pulled back to the model and the events in line, once the little girl has departed. The costume is eyed, and Carol quietly mutters to herself, "No way that would stay up under a Moonstone whalloping. Though I suppose it might provide a moment of distraction if it was Ronan. Ok, who am I kidding. Like he'd look twice at anyone not blue-skinned." Her lips pull into a tight line at the thought of the Kree-supremacist. The new events at the front of the line draw Carol's attention back fully. Unlike Aurora, Carol does actually know who Hercules is. Enough to suspect he's not a cosplayer, or an incredible facsimile if not. The young woman's confidence in trying to deal with it has Carol silently cheering for her. And she's right, it is what the Avengers would want them to do! She watches for the moment, though with a little concern at what might result from Franklin's comments. "Just wanted to find some nice drapes," she murmurs to herself at the prospect of possibly needing to intervene. Which of course, she will if it ends up being needed.
Hercules	Hercules remembers a time when the years counted down instead of up. This is likely a lie, someone just decided to renumber the ages one day and everyone had to buy new calanders... Calanders were a thriving business back then what with people making up new months and the whole thing about Hades and Persephone eloping BUT I DIGRESS Aurora Danvers strides directly into the machomaniacle path of the Storming Hercules and were his wits not addled by ire, the Hero of Heroes would applaud her bravery. However, the bear is poked and so he is just another large, mean man.. with a smaller man behind him hurling 'well-meaning' slander. The big bad Hercules huffs and puffs for a moment, nostrils flared with his irritation. He brandishes a finger at Aurora's challange, "Yes. I would leap at the chance to show my mettle to a woman such as she who could make even the sisters of Erinyes blush with her might and fury." he prattles grandly. Her sermonizing of WWTAD( What Would The Avengers Do.) gave him pause. Long had he thought of taking up with with another coterie of heroes, grand adventures and legends to be writ in the new age. He attempted to glower at Franklin over his shoulder... but there was just too much shoulder to glower over, so he stepped aside, unleashing all that was Aurora upon the man once the dam that was hercules moved aside. "Thank this comely Nymph, friend. Her caution of mercy forestall your visit to such places where they do not accept money that folds!" Chiron has long loathed the slow withdrawl from precious metal currency. "If I could impose upon your beauty however, I have been asked a boon and I am unable to decline. He proffers the book once more, opening it to a page featuring the names of heart throbs and centerfolds through the modern age. "I was also asked to inquire about your only fan... Although this seems strange as you look to have many devotees."
Franklin Spade, Jr.	'Do you really wish to start a fight in the presence of the mighty Captain Marvel?'     "Look, sweetheart -" Franklin says, turning to the scantily-clad Captain Marvel cosplayer, "- we're both grown-ass men, here, and, and -"     The Spade scion looks between the Olympian and the model, and as he does, his bluster seems to deflate slowly.     "- and we can all look at this as a chance to grow a little, am I right? Bygones be bygones."     With the way opened to access Aurora, Frankie steps forward, beckoning to his own camera crew to make sure that they're catching the placement of Franklin next to Sexy Captain Marvel and whoever the scantily-clad male superhero cosplayer might happen to be. He moves to flank the cosplayer opposite Hercules.     "Frankie Spade Junior. Might've heard of me; I'm a bit of a philandropist," he introduces himself to Aurora and Hercules - but mostly the former. To the latter, he adds, "Hey, Muscles, mind taking a knee there or something? It'll make the shot better. Just don't hunker down, haha."     Mostly it would make it look like Franklin isn't that much shorter than Hercules.     "Let's make it sexy, people."     He flashes a white smile for the cameras.
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	Aurora sees Carol actually coming a bit closer to the developing trouble between Hercules and Franklin, and she's wondering if that blonde might be crazy, but it is nice to see the woman decided to sport a Captain Marvel hair style for the event. It was a lovely touch. For now she tries to maintain her heroic pose, arms akimbo on her hips, standing proudly as if she could actually summon Captain Marvel's strength or energy blasts to force Hercules into standing down if she wanted to. She laughs as Hercules speaks of the sisters of Erinyes to blush, she has no clue who Erinyes or her sisters are, but she figures it was a good thing he just said. "I would do all that and more!" She boasts. After all, she figures these are all fans playing along and having a good time. "I am Captain Marvel!" Aurora corrects Hercules, thinking he thought she was dresses up as some hero called Nymph instead. But as Hercules presents the book for her autograph, she fetches back her glittery marker she's been using to sign, though a casual glimpse of the signatures out there make her grin widely, "you're a true celebrity chaser, aren't you? It'd be an honor to add my signature next to these divas," she giggles and goes about signing her name in cursive flourish, adding a little Star of Hala to mark the occasion. She winks playfully at Hercules when he asks for an 'only fan', and jots down an internet address in his book. "Oh, I have my share of fans, been a pleasure to meet you, stud," she blows him a flirty kiss, and looks further down the line. And then comes Franklin's turn, and Aurora is caught off guard by how chatty he is compared to Hercules, but at least he speaks more clearly, "ah yes, you were really going to fight that big guy?" She asks with a laugh, "that's brave," at least she didn't say stupid. "Hey, philanthropy is to be admired, thank you for helping the community, Frankie," she giggles almost as soon as she speaks his name, "my bad, can I call you Frankie? Us having just met and all?" She then adds in a soft whisper, "my real name is actually Aurora, I know, I make a good Captain Marvel, you wouldn't tell the difference, would you?" As if, literally anyone in the crowd could tell. With Frankie bringing his own camera crew, Aurora moves to position herself, behing him, leaning over his shoulder and wrapping her arms about his neck, her head resting next to his cheek with a beaming smile on her lips.
Carol Danvers	Very content to hang back and watch, Carol eyes Hercules as he mentions relishing the thought of a test of strength. That would be so much better than settling on a color scheme for the kitchen! Though she's quite glad that the earlier moment seems to be defusing, particularly as she spots actual television cameras coming forward. Not that pictures or cell phone videos of herself with the cosplayer wouldn't already give Carol some pause - darn Pepper and those talks about positive PR! - but an actual show with a following? Carol lets herself drift backwards from the front of the crowd to help increase her anonymity when it appears she won't need to intervene. Other people are happy to move forward to see better. As she watches from the back of the crowd, Carol's head tilts to the side a little as she eyes Aurora. "I swear she looks familiar but I can't think of from where," she murmurs to herself.
Hercules	Hercules is somewhat behind the times, as all anachronistic heroes must be! He eyes Aurora's Echteeteepees with curiosity and bemusement, "Such strange epithets." he murmured. His labor was done and he was relieved. His rest would go unsullied from now on... Until Next Time. The little black book was tucked away into the waist of his skirt. Franklin took his moment... and deigned to try and command Hercules. "Kneel, you say?" Franklin had not.. but he may as well have! Hercules was a ham through and through. While the pair prepaired to cheese, he swept around behind them and stooped low. "It occures to me that I have not yet given my companions the pleasure of my name. A transgression I will now correct for I amHercules, Prince of Power!" Hoisting both onto either shoulder as if he was more bench than man, Hercules stood with absolute ease, their weights nothing against his unreasonable strength! And of course he was cheesing, a broad and boastful grin filled with so many too-white teeth.
Franklin Spade, Jr.	"Please. Everyone calls me Frankie, let alone beautiful and consummately professional women," Franklin encourages Aurora as he relaxes. As eager as he seemed to be to get to the front of the line, he seems entirely at ease with the situation as the model wraps her arms around his neck, giving a thumbs-up to the cameras. More discreetly, he adds, "You wouldn't have had to worry - wrestling is all fake. I've been powerbombed by guys his size before. My daughter's a professional wrestler. Hey, look! There's Wonder Woman and - whoever that chick is. Hey, you two, why don't you come over here and -"     Indeed, approaching are two other models dressed in similarly provocative variations on the outfits of Wonder Woman and the Wasp - both wearing appropriate wigs to accompany the attire.     "- Whoa!"     Before he can finish what he was saying, Franklin is hoisted onto Hercules' shoulder alongside Aurora.     "Oh, God! Give me a warning next time, champ! Heh!"     It's like the affection of a father that Franklin never received as a toddler. Franklin's eyes glisten faintly. He needs a moment.     "Dad?!"     It's Sexy Wonder Woman addressing Franklin from down on the ground - or, as Franklin knows her -     "Millie? What the hell - what are you - and Mercy -"     Millennia and Mercedes Spade, second youngest and youngest daughters of Franklin, each put their hands on their hips in disgust, scoffing.     "We've been on this shoot. Mercy's friends with the designer. What are /you/ doing here?" Wonder-Millennia asks.     "I'm just - charity! Doing charity work," Frankie claims. "Just ask all those people in line. I'm a philandropist."     "Are you trying to say /philanderer/ or /philanthropist?/" Mercy the Wasp asks with disinterest as she checks her socials on her phone.     "Which one's which? I get called both a lot, get 'em mixed up," Frankie asks.
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	None the wiser to the fact she almost could have met the superhero she's cosplaying for this photoshot, Aurora has her full attention on Franklin, he looks rich, he has exquisite clothes, he has cameras following him, she has no doubt she could gain to benefit from getting to know him. So she's doing her best to make him pleased with this picture, no doubt he would never get such an affectionate posing for a picture from the actual Captain Marvel. It is when Hercules deigns to introduce himself with that bravado, that Aurora blinks, and drops the pose as she turns to acknowledge him, stunned. "You mean...like...actual Hercules? From the old stories and stuff?" She doesn't get long to appreciate the revelation when she's suddenly hoisted by Hercules, all gleeful laughter, she is absolutely enamored with his display of strength, both physical and actual. "Wow! That is amazing!" But it's the 'Dad' coming out of 'Woner Woman' addressing Franklin that catches Aurora's attention again, "wait, Millie, that guy is your dad? You didn't tell me he was a rich philanthropist, that's amazing!" Though the way Mercy adds to the greeting, Aurora gives Franklin a look, "you're not one of those business conmen are you?"
Carol Danvers	Yep, everything looks like it's going to be ok, as Hercules confirms he is who Carol thought, and hosts Aurora and Franklin up. She continues to drift away, though has to stop as she hears the exchange between the father and his daughters. It gives Carol a case of the giggles. Which she hates to have anyone else witness. "Ok, back to... interior decor," she tells herself. She does take one last glance back. "I do like the boots though," she adds as she turns and heads on towards the next place she had on her list to check out.
Hercules	'Oh, God!' "Now you've got it." Hercules adds with beaming glibnes. "Yes, Hercule Panhellenios to get last names involved." he further expounds. Diana and Janet Van Spade approach and that big beaming smile changes, shifts. dims every so slightly. It's warmer now. His gaze rests on them, shifting from Millie to Mercedes, "To be surrounded by such gorgeous heroines once more. Have I trespassed into heaven once more?" he wonders. We've come for your Daughters, Chuck. Slow and steady, like handling bone china, the god of might stoops down into a kneel once more to discharge his passengers. He'll afford them a moment to disembark the mighty ranges of his shoulders before he rises up once more, greeting Mercades and Millie with that warm smile again, his all but bared body seeming to almost shine in the afternoon sun.
Franklin Spade, Jr.	The whole gravitas of the fact that he's been sat on the shoulder of a literal god (one he's heard of, even!) still doesn't seem to have sunk in with Franklin yet. Or even the fact that he's now standing on his own two feet again. This situation has put Frankie Junior into some serious mood whiplash.     "Me? A conman? Hell no! I'm just a guy who's gotten lucky in life," Franklin declares to Aurora.     "So, 'philanderer' then," Mercy remarks with maintained disinterest.     "Gross, Mercy," Wonder Millie remarks, though she appears privately amused. Her eyes rove up and down the musclebound form of the God of Strength. "So, you're the real Hercules, huh? I usually like skinny guys, but..."     "I know, right?" Mercy says in a not-so-subtle 'aside' to Millie, nudging elbows.     "God, I don't even know where to look right now," Franklin mutters under his breath as he averts his eyes from his daughters and smooths down his suit jacket. "You know what? I can be cool about this. Girls! Come here. Let me take a picture with all three of you, like, a superhero family shot."     "Family shot? Are you trying to say she's pegged for Step number three?" Mercy asks dubiously, shooting a glance at Aurora.     "Ugh, isn't she our age?" Millennia says with a disdainful look.     "How about all three of us take a picture with Hercules instead?" Mercy suggests, flipping her phone's cover shut and brightening slightly.     "Nnnnnoooo?!" Franklin's eyes widen in disbelief and dismay at the suggestion. "He's not some meat playground for you to go swinging on, girls!"     "Double stan-dard," Mercy laments.
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	Aurora looks mindblown at the concept that Hercules, an actual fucking god, is talking to her, and lifting her in his arms. When he lets her and Franklin down, she takes her sweet time, accidentally brushing her arms for a bit of a feel of Hercules' muscled arm, as she flashes him a big smile, "I'm honored to meet you in person, Prince of Power." Aurora had a pretty high opinion of Frankie until she heard from his daughters, so now she's a bit confused, as she turns to look at Mercy, and then back to Millie, who she's gotten to know of a few jobs they worked together. "So is your dad like legit nice guy, Millie?" Aurora dares ask, before laughing at the 'skinny guys' lines, "come on, who wouldn't want to wrap themselves in those muscles," she muses and gives a second look over for good measure. But the little dig quickly sours Aurora, "hey, I'm not dating anyone, let alone marrying anyone, ok?" Sulking, she steps over towards Hercules, and asks curiously, "so Mr. Hercules, are you a superhero now too? Like, with how strong you are and everything?"
Hercules	On the contrary, Hercules Panhellenios is exactly some kind of meat playground for any informed and eagerly consenting party to go swinging on. When his quthenticity is inquired after he simply spreads his arms to make a display of himself. One pectoral lurches and then another. The full, heaving mounds of his breasts bouncing joyeously with just an idle tensing of his shoulders. "The one and only." he answers and vows. He could be just passed off as a bodybuilder. His feats of strength could be ascribed to simple super human might... But there is a radience to him that is slightly more than well-tanned skin and a bit of lotion. It almost comes from beneath his skin, a gentle luminescence. When Aurora presents him with her question, he turns to her, sandeled feet shuffling slightly as he raises his hand, placing it against he chest while the other hand motions, a minor sermon of his own religion. "I have been a Super Hero since before the time that Man deigned to prefix it with the word Super. Tales of my deeds are both fact and fantasy at once. I have ever been a champion for humanity and I continue to be so even now. I'm even an adjective!" he proselytizes. He waxes from his self-reverential tones to almost sounding giddy upon that last note.
Franklin Spade, Jr.	With all of the shade being thrown his way by his daughters, at least Franklin Jr. doesn't have to worry about getting sunburnt anytime soon.     "He's a total jerk," Millie tells Aurora, hands shifting to her waist as she cocks her hips to one side cattily. "And a total manslut."     "Hey! Come on, Millie! You're my daughter! I'm not gonna let you talk about me like that!" Franklin chastises Wonder-Millie.     "Why not? You talk about her like that," Mercy van Dyne retorts on Wonder-Millie's behalf.     "I already apologized about that, and you're /still/ - well, obviously you know!" Frankie Junior says as he gestures at the pair of his scantily-clad offspring indicatively. The sisters both gawk at Frankie for a moment, looking at each other, before blanking Frankie completely to gawk at Hercules instead.     "I just don't know where to look," Franklin says to one of the cameras as the operator closes in for the reaction shot, capturing the distraught expression on Franklin's face.     Meanwhile, the rest of the cameramen all circle around Hercules to catch his speech, along with the reactions of the young women looking up at him.     "And this guy. Wearing a skirt. She even says she prefers skinny guys," Franklin laments to the camera. "You'd think he'd be safe. He's not even wearing guyliner."
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	"That sucks," Aurora sighs at Millie's reply, looking over to Frankie, "if you wanna be a philanthropist, you need to not be a jerk...like your daughter woulnd't lie, I don't think," she then turns complete to Hercules, because, there's something about him that just draws the eyes. "So, Hercules, if I ever get in trouble...would you come and save me?" She asks, smiling radiantly, and for a moment forgetting about the rest of the people she's supposed to be taking pictures with and giving autographs to.
Hercules	Hercules is naturally a magnet for cameras, heroic, handsome, boisterous, charasmatic, self-absorbed, egotistical, pig-headed, and a devout polyamourist... to his wife's chagrin. He basks in the limelight of both the cameras, the eyes of the sisters Spade, Aurora, and Franklin Jr. "Your daughters wear more than I do, Mr. Spade." Hercules notes with a measure of thunder in his voice. "If you would call them immodest, what would you call me?" Hercules wonders even as a breeze rushes through time square, playing with the hem of his short skirt, offering peeks at those thick, muscular, godly thighs. Turning then to Aurora, Hercules, fully up his own... hype, reaches out to her. Hands that could crush mountains seek to take hers tenderly. "Should you ever have need of me, you need but hold me in your heart and call out. I will hear and heed your prayers as surely as the sun will rise on the morrow... I can also give you my phone number if that's a bit easier."
Franklin Spade, Jr.	Now being chastised by Aurora as well as his daughters, and even Hercules, Frankie puffs his cheek and exhales slowly, scratching his head. The embarrassed look on his face now being immortalized by the camera crew is one that's quite familiar for anyone who's been following 'The Spades' for any length of time.     "Oh, sure. And I'm the manslut," Franklin grumbles in response to what Hercules has to say - and show, for that matter. He steps back toward the others after his aside with the filming crew. "Hercules, I'd say that I don't have a problem with anyone showing however much tee and aye they want. I'm not here to judge. This whole thing, though - totally killed for me."     He gesticulates, referencing the crowd, along with Aurora and Hercules. He starts to back away from the front, making room for others in the line to potentially ease - or surge - forward.     "By the way, girls - he totally came here to pimp chicks for his dad."     "Ugh, there he goes making stuff up again," Mercy remarks.     "Dad's such a killjoy," Millie says as she takes off her tiara and offers it up to Hercules. "Hercules! Can you sign my tiara?"
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier	Aurora was about to take the offer of the phone number, when a voice calls out loudly and draws her attention, "Captain Marvel! Wonder Woman! Wasp! Do you girls remembered what you are getting paid to do!? Stop hitting on Mr. Muscles here, and go back to the fans, thank you very much!" The angry tone's owner would be Dave Stafford, who happens to be in charge of the event, and has had his patience run about dry, leading to a very endearing smile out of Aurora, "I was only taking a picture, he wanted an autograph too, it's all part of it...," she hurries over to the next person in line, "hi! So wonderful to meet you!" And right back she goes to the song and dance of posing, autographing and photographing.
Hercules	With Franklin suffering the scorn of his daughters, Aurora called away to business once more, and the Sisters Spade surely to meet the same fate soon enough, Hercules feels satisfied... because he is, sometimes, as petty as his own father. His gloating, smug smile falters however when he is offered the Tiara. Her Tiara, even if just an effigy... Solemly, he shook his head, "No, I could not." he refused, accepting it never the less, "But perhaps, I can have it signed by the woman herself." he offered as apology with a warming smile. So would end the inglorious labor of Hercules, Meat Playground!