Owner	Pose
Samuel Clifton	The Snackmobile is in town. An eighteen-wheeler big rig, whose sides are painted in a buffet of eclectic dishes of different styles. "Cold? Starving? Poor? Call (609)-476-2257: That's (609)-4-SNACKS!" And there's a picture of some new costumed person looking like some kind of super-waiter giving a thumbsup. Wait, the truck's pulling over near the homeless camp, and playing... well it's not exactly ice cream truck music, but the point is clealy the same. People are starting to get up and, if not shamble towards it, at least look.
Abraham Murray	The strange truck pulling up near where the other homeless folks are at quickly catches Abraham's attention. The young man is wearing a camouflage jacket, hat and gloves and has a big camping backpack on his back. He heads towards the strange vehicle, looking at it curiously, occasionally looking around to see how other people react to it.
Samuel Clifton	The street-facing side of the truck's shipping container starts to roll upwards into the top like a shutter to open, revealing a counter that has a smaller version of the Snacktime advertisement, dropping a ramp down to street level for people to walk up and approach. And sitting on the counter in multiple rows and columns are prepared hot meals. Spaghetti bolognese, chicken and rice casserole, vegetable stew, ceaser salad, black bean sweet potato chili, thermoses of hot chocolate and coffee, bottles of fruit juice, half-gallon milk cartons. All in little bamboo containers with onion skin paper linings. And a sign at the top, "FREE, ALL YOU CAN TAKE. NO LIMIT." This stops several of the people first approaching when they notice. That seems too good to be true, right? Someone's working in the back though, still shoving meal containers into empty slots in the shelves.
Abraham Murray	The sign catches Abraham's attention, he stands there reading it a couple of times before approaching cautiously, glancing around once more to see what other folks are doing. When he approaches the counter he calls towards whoever's working in back, "Thank you for your generosity!" He only approaches the counter, though, doesn't go all the way up to it, letting others go ahead of him. He seems a little apprehensive, perhaps, or maybe he's just letting folks grab their food before he does. Abe takes a look around once more just to make sure he's not missing anything.
Samuel Clifton	The man behind the counter steps up to look through a spot where there's no meals stacked up. It's the somewhat fat chef-waiter man in the costume from the ad on the sign. "Just helping out what I can. Pay it forward!" he calls out. The music turns lower in volume and he talks over the speaker instead, "Hello, everyone. I'm new here, but welcome to Snacktime. I'm your host, Snacks." He's trying to sound kinda motivational, but he's got no public speaking skills to speak of, and it doesn't really... work. Still, "My power lets me make food. You aren't costing me any money. You can burn the trays for firewood when you're done, and recycle the thermoses for a few cents at the scrapyard. Try not to make a mess. I can't unmake the trash."
Abraham Murray	As folks go through to the counter, Abe kind of watches things for a little bit longer before getting in line to grab himself some grub and a drink, "Thank you once again, Snacks. I'm Abe." He's not shy about grabbing a big meal, young men do tend to put away a lot of food when they're hungry. "After I've eaten would you like a hand serving or cleaning up? I'm kind of curious about your power and such and I'd like to ask you questions, if that's not too personal."
Samuel Clifton	"Hey, Abe. Grab as much as you can store," advises Snacks. "My biggest problem is actually getting to the people who need the food. There's more of you than there is of me. Take twelve. Find eleven more hungry people. If you've got anything special you want, I'll see what I can do. Oh, hold on a sec..." He plates up a beef and shrimp vegetable teriyaki stir fry with udon noodles into one of those onion paper lined bamboo boxes, and if you watch closely, you can see the trick. He picks up the box of food, and... things get a little fuzzy, but when he's taken the box the first one is still on the counter. He turns and shoves the boc into a slot on the counter for people to take, and when he pulls his hand back from the box the fuzzy thing happens again and he still has one in his hands despite it being in the slot as well, and as such he rapidly stuffs a few dozen copies of the same meal into the slots.
Abraham Murray	When told to grab as much as he can store, Abe immediately slings his backpack off, opens the top and starts stacking in stuff that looks like it'll survive a journey in the pack, "I'll make sure to pass it out to people who look hungry. It's good to help the rest of the community." As he does this he looks up in time to see Snacks use his powers. Abraham freezes in place, the only part of him moving are his eyes as he watches Snacks fill the slots. "I..." The young man pauses. "Can I ask you a question? I don't know if it's personal or not, though. I've only ever seen one other person with powers before."
Samuel Clifton	Snacks shrugs with a warm smiles. "Ask away. If it's personal, I'll just tell you so. No harm done." Something dings and he holds up a finger, turning to pull up some grilled lamb skewers with yellow squash, red bell peppers, carrots, broccoli, brown mushrooms, and purple onions, filling another box and starting to set that up to be taken as well. He looks around at a bit of a scuffle and gives a quick announcement through the speakers, "Let the sick, elderly, and breastfeeding through first, please." And then he returns to Abe for questions.
Abraham Murray	When the scuffle starts Abe pauses what he's doing to watch, waiting until things settle before returning to loading his backpack and conversing, "How did you get your powers?" He looks over at Snacks, with a concerned look on his expressive face. "I think it is really good of you to help people like this. I'm thankful that you're here." Then he smiles, "It's important to keep everyone in the community healthy and fed. I used to bring in a lot of food for my family, as well."
Samuel Clifton	Snacks starts to reply, then pauses with a frown and grows sullen, looking down and away. He gives it a little more thought and composes himself, pulling a Hershey milk chocolate nugget from somewhere so quickly that it's still a little blurry from being made when it pops into his mouth. "That's... not something I can tell you. If I did, I'd basically be telling you my identity, because it's identifiable and public. And also it might inspire someone to try to recreate it, which... would be both wonderful if it worked and horrible for what they'd go through, but probably just get more people killed. And I was half-dead at the time, so... not sure I can trust what I remember."
Abraham Murray	"Okay, I understand why you would want to keep that information private," Abe says with a nod to Snacks. "It sounds like a rough time, though. I'm sorry you had to go through that to get where you are now." His backpack looks pretty full now, Abe making sure it can still close all the way. Once he's certain that it'll stay like that he puts it back on and moves to grab himself some of the lamb.
Samuel Clifton	Snacks sighs and scratches his head through his costume. "I'm probably gonna slip up and reveal myself somehow at some point, I'm not all on the ball with this... hero stuff yet. Just started this year. It was a New Year's resolution, believe it or not. Up until then I was just... using it for myself, trying to get by saving on groceries." That's a self-deprecating chuckle and apology. "Still trying to figure out all the rules to it, y'know? But enough about me, what issues do you guys have out here right now? I'll do what I can. Everyone got clean water, medicine? I can't make blankets, but I can make oils that would work as fuel."
Abraham Murray	"You'd have to ask one of the others, I only just got to the city and I brought a lot of stuff from home," Abe explains as he figures out food for his meal. "I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get a job and a place to live once I got here, but I have a lead on work already. I was told to show up on Tuesday." After he finishes speaking he pops some grub into his mouth and chews thoroughly before swallowing, "Do you know other people who have powers?"
Samuel Clifton	"I don't... /know/ any, but I've... caught glimpses sometimes of something weird that could have been someone or something. I know /of/ the big names, but not..." Snacks shakes his head, "I really haven't started, uh... networking?" He cringes a bit under the examination. "Maybe I should put an ad out for someone who has useful power synergy. See who's out there. But... gotta establish myself first so I'm not a 'literally who?' and all that. This is my first time to the Big Apple, crossed over to grab some samples of the local cuisine, anything that could freeze or dry out that I didn't already have."
Abraham Murray	"I'm sure you'll meet more people like yourself if you want to," Abraham says with confidence. "If they really want to help their communities I think they'd line up to help you, once they know who you are." Abe pauses for a moment with his brow furrowed, then says, "You want some venison jerky I made before I left home? I harvested and processed the deer myself."
Samuel Clifton	Snacks pauses. "Huh. A deer... if it's a small one, I might be able to... a cow is too big, but a deer..." He pulls out his phone and taps a button, and when it beeps at him, "A small live deer and someplace for it to live and be taken care of." He taps again and puts the phone away. "Good idea, thanks. That'll--" He pulls the phone back out. "And a rabbit." Phone away again. "Sorry. I get scatterbrained if I don't take notes. I've got plenty of jerky, they keep basicaly forever, but homemade is unique enough for me to collect. Put your name on the wrapping in case it catches on. You might become a brand."
Abraham Murray	The backpack comes off again so Abe can open one of the side pockets and pull out a baggy stuffed with jerky. He offers it to Snacks. On the bag's label is '1/3/24', 'Venison' and then the word, 'Corn'. "I don't want to put my name on it, if that's okay." The young man explains the meaning of the label, "I completed its batch on the third of this month, it's venison, of course, and I harvested it near these big corn fields a couple miles from home so I'm guessing it's mostly corn fed. What a deer eats can influence its flavor."
Samuel Clifton	Snacks reaches out for the bag, and then the fuzzy thing happens again and he pulls back his own copy of the bag while leaving the original with Abe. "Good to know. What should I be feeding a deer to make it taste the best? I have an aquarium with a giant lobster, but I'm gonna end up with a Noah's Ark of edible animals at this rate."
Abraham Murray	When Snacks' power is used in close to proximity to him, Abe shakes his head a little bit and grins, "That's a very neat power you have. I think you'd use it a lot more than the guys that fight aliens and stuff." Then he gets a bit more thoughtful, "I haven't had any, but I'm told deer harvested near peanut fields actually might be the tastiest. I'd probably stick with corn and apples and soybeans. Deer harvested near farms aren't as gamey as deer that primarily live off of forage." Lifting his chin he adds, "You might want to look at quail. They're small, pretty quiet and their body temperature is high enough that their eggs are safe to eat raw. They taste pretty darn good, too."
Samuel Clifton	Speaking into his phone again, Snacks notes, "Peanuts, corn, apples, soybeans." Then nodding, he looks back up. "I'll have to get going soon, it looks like everyone's done taking stuff. I know how to prepare seafood from live, but once I start keeping deer and rabbits and things, I'll need someone who knows how to clean and process them. You want a side-gig as my butcher? I bring you a fresh animal, you turn it into meat for me to use? You got a cell phone?"
Abraham Murray	"No phone, but the work I'm starting Tuesday is at a butcher shop," Abraham says before reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a pad of paper and a pen. He looks at one page for a second, then scribbles something down on a blank one. He rips it off and offers it over, "That's where I'll be working. Russian butcher."
Samuel Clifton	With a nod, he takes the paper and holds it one hand while tapping it into his phone. "That works. I'll swing by sometime." An alarm goes off in the back and he sighs and rushes to shut it off. "Alright, I gotta get back on the road, there's other people waiting on me. Thanks for the chat," he makes a second copy of the jerky bag and opens it to try the venison, and after swallowing, "And the jerky. Good stuff." Into the speaker he adopts the more official voice, "Thank you for coming, and I hope you had your fill. I'm going to have to close shop now, so please step off the platform. Stay warm and stay safe." He smiles and gives a thumbsup, slowly rolling the shutter back down on the side of the Snackmobile.