Owner	Pose
Cassandra Cain	"Don't like," Cass says as she looks at the pizza. The toppings are pretty normal, cheese and sausage. No pineapple, no weird stuff. Hell, Harper ordered it specifically for Cass to try, knowing that she has weird eating habits. She looks pissy, and if it weren't for the other factors there might be an issue. But there are other factors. Cass and Harper are ducked behind a desk, kicked over moments before. Their pizza is saved, but the pizza tin stuck into the wall behind them suggests that something is going on. Another one WHANGS into the desk, sticking slightly through. The animatronic robot bears that are going nuts? That's a whole other issue. And yet, here is Cass, focusing on the fact that you had the gall to add toppings to her pizza.
Harper Row	Harper's faux-hawk briefly waves above the edge of the desk-turned-cover as she tries to edge up an eye to sneak a peak. She receives a impromptu trim to her blue tips as another killer disk of metal goes hurtling past. "Jebus!" Her ass hits the ground, booted feet jutting out as she pats herself down to makes sure she doesn't have any new pizza-cutter shapes, wedges or shiny metal perforating herself. "Cass!" she says, blurting it out with a mix of frustration and anxiety. "Don't like? Don't...like?!" There's a balancing act in the mental department as Harper tries to address both the terror and tribulations going on. The maniac mechanicals going bonkers and Cassandra turning her nose up the edible abstract flat-earth food getting critiqued. "It's a completely delicious slice of 'Zza! Completely! You got at least 3 major food groups girl, it's round and almost perfectly balanced! Ohmygawd what ~is~ that damn thing?!" Harper drags over an overturned chair nearby and physically starts wrenching one of the legs off to use as a bludgeon.
Cassandra Cain	Cass waves her hands at the pizza, palms up, and uses them to indicate the thing. The entire thing, and she includes every part of the It. She's not even really paying attention to the robots. Sorry. 'Animatronics'. There, keeping the readers happy. Her inability to explain has always been part of the issue, but she sighs and then pokes at the pizza. Then she stands up, evades an incoming slice of something metallic, and peers. When she comes back down she kneels. Points to the left, then upnods. Go that direction, apparently. Anything to avoid having to eat the perfectly acceptable pizza.
Harper Row	Harper's eyes widen almost as wide as dinner plates when Cassandra goes out of cover to get a much better sitrep. She winces, flinching at the blur that was avoided deftly, and opens her mouth to admonish. She gives her head a little shake, and this is to how ludicrous this little get together is going. It is never boring with Cass. Harper is able to pantomime too, and she shuffles forward on her knees, the innocent disc of cheesesausesausage between them. She gesticulates a circular encompassing movement, describing the sun, the world, the circle of life...and then she cookie-monsters the air. This is punctuated by a fierce grunt and baring of teeth. And there's an addendum of, "Alriiiiight." hissed through her toothy grill. But she's not going before she makes a point of snatching up a slice of pizza and folding it in half. "You. Would. Like." She ~licks~ it. She flutters her eyelids dramatically like Meg Ryan. And then takes a bite and gremlin scampers runs to the left with a chair leg in hand.
Cassandra Cain	Cass crosses her arms. She has this LOOK about her, frowning, and it's sometimes hard to tell if it's about one topic or another. She raises an eyebrow, and then rolls her eyes sarcastically, not looking at the pizza but at Harper herself. Oh. That's 'really overacting, babe' but with her own special vibe on it. To be fair, the eyelash fluttering was a bit over the top. Darling though it was. Cass waits for Harper to move, then when the first disc whings into the place right behind the girl (using her as bait, nice!) Cass rolls to the other side. She runs right at the bear on her side, aiming to slide low. Beneath the arc of the weapon. She's not perfect, not remotely, because the bear nearest to Harper seems to want to make friends! It's aiming for her, smart enough to compensate for the range of accuracy.... IT'S THROWING JUNK! But its power cords are exposed, and Harper might be able to get near them? Should use more exclamation points when something like that happens, probably. But that'd be metagaming. Shut up.
Harper Row	Harper came dressed for secretive cheesy slices, not robot slaying. The footwear look great, adds maybe an inch with that thick tread, but she feels about as fine a dancer as Frankenstein sometimes. But is it ever super good at not allowing her to spill on sticky or slick surfaces. The off-the-clock Bluebird can't stutter her scuttling in the direction Cass indicated. Not even after getting a peek at that LOOK from earlier. There's something about it that makes Harper want to stand and deliver rather than run, dig in her heels rather than take to them. But it's go-time. The sight of the animatronics are something that seems dredged up from a nightmare. It touches upon forgotten and broken toys of the past. Dabbles around with something that's actually wicked cool if it wasn't trying to kill them. There are levels here, and Harper keeps her head low as she manages to spot that the thing might have a vulnerable point or two. If she gets winged, she'll take as little as she can hopefully with Cass running interference. With great regret and lack of responsibily, she flings the pizza at it's head with one hand and does a half-piroutte to build up a mighty swing with the chair leg towards those wires and cords. "Wussup!"
Cassandra Cain	Pizza lands right on the face of the bear nearest to Harper, blinding it with cheese. That's going to leave stains, but really if the staff aren't used to cleaning sauce off of the walls they shouldn't have gotten jobs working at a pizza place. There's a spark or two, but the discs only speed up. Cass is climbing the bear nearest to her when one of them hits her in the side. She grunts, likely wearing some level of armor under there, but it's just as likely that she just doesn't care about ribs. She's really weird sometimes. That's when she grabs the bear that she's clambered upon by the lapels, and stares it in the face, ready to headbutt it into oblivion! And bear Two aims at her back as she does.
Harper Row	Harper brays, trying to lean back from a spinning disc, raising her steel chair leg to ward off projectiles through stubborn and reflexive action. "Someone forgot to update their Oh-Esses!" This much closer, in the danger zone, her eyes seek out vulnerabilities where she can. These damn bear terminator things should never have passed Code! "Behind you Cass!" Harper yells a warning and gets in terribly close with her length of metal to jam amongst things that look like power cords. A thrust and a vicious twist and she's attempting to bust and break those wires and hopefully produced some sparking frayed ends to work some magic. If she can't outright shut 'em down, she'll see about making like a deranged gremlin with monkeybusiness to do. "C'mere Sparky! Let's dance!" Yeah, she's not even gonna try to sweep the leg, or some other tactics for fleshy opponents.
Cassandra Cain	Sparky, which by some weird coincidence actually is the Bear's name according to the sign on its shirt, is unfortunately winding down when Harper decides to go toe-to-toe with it. And no I'm not going to make a joke about how bears don't technically have toes, I don't know much about bears. Ask me something about zebras though... Not really, I know nothing about z... OH RIGHT POSING NOW Cass is slamming her head against the bear, which has now got a small dent in it, when it starts to slow down. She frowns, having apparently been enjoying the fight, but her opponent no longer having anything to run on seems to have ruined the day. She drops down, then gives the robo-bear a huff. She snorts at it, then turns away firmly. And checks on Harper's own assault curiously.
Harper Row	Harper's twisting and tearing of cords and wires is a kind of weird echo of some hyena trying to tug tasty things from zebra carcasses on the savannah. Kind of. But there's no dulcet tones of a british conversationist doing narration for it, nor for the pounding Cass delivered to her dance partner. Or blood, unless spattered tomato sauce and hydraulics counts. Harper almost has her teeth stripping the wires when the tilting animatronic is obviously beyond its manufacturers warranty. One eyelid blinking spastically, it's almost like she's really trying to wink at Cassandra as she approaches. Darn errant spurts of electrical current. Harper sniffs and backs away from Sparky, twitching, and raising wrist to rub at smearing something across her forehead. Doing the opposite of cleaning off unbeknownst of the fact. "I...What...They..." she manages and changes tact. "You can't...let this turn you off pizza. This is unrelated and unconnected. Swear."
Cassandra Cain	Cass has this weird expression on her face as she looks at Harper. She...her right cheek is quirking upward, but her eyes are kind of tilting to the left. She's just entirely amused/weirded out, and when she starts to actually grin it's almost a relief. Because Cass isn't swearing, either in a good way or any other. So that's not a no! She turns, then flops down on her bottom next to Harper. She looks at the twitchy lady and then leans over, leaning right across Harper's back. Flop. You know, for a girl who's basically a bit short for her age, she's heavy! One has to assume that there's a comment involved, but really she's just being a bit of a douche. It's the tickling that doesn't come but SO EASILY COULD HAVE that's just ...ugh.
Harper Row	Harper has eyes for details. She would have liked to spend more time teasing apart more of those expressions. Her stupid eye acting like she's a malfunctioning mascot herself. There's a lot of information to parcel out from Cassandra's mannerisms and ways of communication, so Harper is always a curious and curved radar dish. Harper huffs out a breath at weight on her back. But it's not unwelcomed, and she has to crack a wry grin herself. Whatever doesn't kill or tickle her may make her stronger. Grinning helps calm that facial twitching too, which is awesome. Harper wraps an arm around to hug Cassandra against her, as if such a thing were needed. "C'mere." "Not exactly the way I thought tonight would go." she says and hauls Cass in to allow her to flop as much as she wants, leans as much as is desired. "Four stars, killer ambience, would dine and dash again." There's a pause and Harper tilts her head. "Let me take a look at that forehead." Another pause and the Bluebird's posture shifts upon the messy floor. Her lips murmer some words, "...Taste test." And she's leaning in to steal a kiss. Rather forward of her.
Cassandra Cain	You have to know that Cassandra is basically a savant at reading expressions. She's watching Harper's lips move, her eyes glance about, and the sudden blush on her face as Harper leans toward her says that she's fully aware of the incoming kiss. She just fails to react, like she's got no idea how to human. She doesn't pull away, her eyes so wide she might as well be a pair of radar dishes herself, but if Harper tries to pull away...she stops it. Strong forehead has weathered the battering well, only a small redness. It's outshone by far by the shine on her cheeks, and down her neck. Blushing, oh so blushing. Well, you've surprised her. Somehow. The smallest, most inconsequential smile appears then. Like she's trying to say something. Forward is a direction. So now what's up?
Harper Row	That initial pressure could have been more akin to a friendly peck were it not for the way Harper went in with that angle. That's a way not to just show affection, but to find a way to create a bridge or conduit. An offer and an expression, which sounds poetic if it didn't come hot on the heels of her dorky words. She tries to keep her eyes open, because she wants all her senses in on this. If she's stepping wrong, while she won't be fast enough to react, she still wants everything she can get, good or bad. It's quite good. The shared pressure and warmth feels pretty private, which is funny amongst the wreckage of a public, albeit secretive, eatery. Harper inhales, flushing herself, being this close and inquisitive with another is an intimate thing. When Harper can see Cassandra blushing and providing a smile, she tries to mirror it. She's a little apologetic and sassy, and to make amends, raises a hand to trace along Cassandra's temples and run her thumb along her ear. "We should mount up..." That phrase is sausage-linked to, "A place to lay low ain't far." Harper's thumbs moves along jaw and cheeks and then lips softly. "Cassie?" prompting and offering a moment to say her piece, what's on her mind or tell Harper that Pizza's are overrated.
Cassandra Cain	It's a good thing that Cass gets most of her context from cues, rather than the actual words, because Harper's dorkiness sometimes makes it a bit hard to pin down. Not that Cass would have any issues doing so. Pinning her down. I mean, if she were to be into that. Not that she is, or if she is, or that means that there's something.. "What the unholy FUCK happened in here?" a voice rings out, sending Cass teleporting upward like she'd just been hit by a cattleprod. Her heart is now going fifty billion beats per second, and she's grabbing Harper by the arm and ... You know, maybe whoever it is wont find them there after all. Got other places to be. Important places. Places where you can find foods that aren't all mixed together. Yuk....