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Pietro Maximoff	It was a dark and stormy night- no, really is. Cold to the point of a freeze warning given for the City and the outlying areas. But, can't really beat a full moon, even if partially obscured by clouds, for a horror film festival. The ticketholders are lined, umbrellas at the ready, with a grand variance of ages for spectators (all above 18), and the gamut of costumes ranging from the benign to the devilish, and everything in between. As young adults are wont to do, prior to arrival to the setting of what could be called 'creeper' theatre, that is, the theatre is bedecked in Halloween fare, the decorations seemingly floating in midair in the entryway. With all the noise of excitement (and the raised voices of a few drunks), it overshadows the soft humm of a few little mini-drones behind the mask. While not a requirement for entry to the theatre, costumes certainly are encouraged, but there's (at least) one who isn't in costume (there's always ONE). Once he gets to the counter for a redeeming of his ticket, there really is no ticket in hand, but a hurried conversation that leads to circles and circles.. until finally, Pietro Maximoff ends up strutting into the foyer of the bespook, old theatre, blue eyes glancing up appreciatively. The oldest trick in the book, as far as he's concerned, the path to talking to the point of confusion to get what he wants. The man is, after all, a Gypsy in the big City.
Amanda Sefton	Peitro isn't the only Gypsy in the big city. Amanda just happens to be a little more culturally adapted to it than he might be. Indeed... she thrives in the city. And this night, with its theatrical trappings and the crowds sporting their costumes is turning into a good distraction from the weight of the worry she carries about the dark sorcerer and his twisted Avatars. She, herself, has cloaked herself in an outfit that is fanciful and has just enough touches of true Romani culture about it to suggest she is not an ignorant *gadji*. She's obviously staff, nonetheless. There's a tag around her neck that makes that obvious. Still, as people file in, she stands off to one side, watching. There's a pleased smile on her lips.
Pietro Maximoff	Ghosts, ghouls, goblins with a touch of fairy princesses with flying jack-o-lanterns give off an ambience to the old theatre to almost make it seem as if it's coming alive once more. The Majestic is pulling on its roots of theatre royalty and seems to want to be sure it's a show to remember. Some trickle into the theatre proper, shown to their seats by flying jack-o-lanterns. //That// in itself gives a few people pause as the hovering pumpkins seem to know where the patrons are seated and seem to be more than 'happy' to show the way. Pietro isn't in costume, but he does sport a lighter jacket covering his blue and black dressed frame, his hands casually in pockets as he smiles and chats with one, two people; people with whom he's obviously not acquainted, but is after the brief meeting, even gaining a couple of phone numbers from the encounter. Blue eyes trail over the tableau, then, landing upon .. and he cants his head. There's a big difference between one wearing a //costume// and one wearing what he'd consider to be 'truth'. It's in the manner, the mien, the posture. There's a certain discomfort in wearing a 'costume'. The fit is never right, and manners are stilted. And there are just those little tells; colors, cut, the way the fabrics are worn. With a slightly distracted nod and an 'excuse me, please', he's heading slowly (for him anyway) towards the badged Amanda. "Night is good for scary movies," serves as his introduction, for the moment anyway. His words come accented; a decided Eastern European flavor to them.
Amanda Sefton	There's nothing better, in Amanda's mind, than a theatre that's come to life with grease paint, costumes, and lights. Even if, in this case, it's the audience instead of the performers on the silver screen retrofitted over the procenium. She pulls her attention from the bedecked patrons to the Eastern European man that approaches. "It is," she agrees, giving him an easy smile and a slight incline of her head. "Of course, the fact it's the night before Hallowe'en helps, too." Not that Hallowe'en has ever really been a 'thing' for her. Certainly not in her youth. And... well... it's different in Europe than in the Americas. Completely different traditions. "People do seem to love it." Perhaps that phrasing indicates it's not really part of her own cultural reference.
Pietro Maximoff	It truly is fun, the setting; Pietro's learned to enjoy it, even if he chooses to be an outsider to the actual celebrating of the holiday. It, too, simply doesn't come up on his radar until the days are upon him. And then? The speedster isn't too bad at surprising people, and to add a 'boo' to the end of it? Thankfully, Pietro is also quick enough to get away from the expected (violent) reaction. There's a single lift to his shoulders in almost indifference; he can get free candy anytime! Still.. "Is big holiday. Children get candy. Others wear silly clothing to pretend to be who they are not." What's not to like? For them, anyway. He gestures toward all the trappings, his head canting away slightly but still able to theatrically-side eye her even as he looks to be regarding the room. "Then why? Other than good reason for movie."
Amanda Sefton	"People like to be safely scared," Amanda observes. "They don't always realize, these days, that the monsters are real." A beat. She smiles. "Or, maybe they do, and this is their way of acknowledging it. Who knows, neh?" She doesn't pretend to have all the answers. "The film will be starting soon," she notes. "Have you seen it before?" Not everyone here has, though for many it's a holiday tradition.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro looks back to Amanda, a ghost of a smile on his face before it turns into a proper, if not a little lopsided, grin. "No one here has run for-" The loud talking in the foyer escaletes a touch, the words muffled but the tenor easily discerned. Posturing, bragging.. and out of the corner of an eye, there's fingers in a chest that is followed through with a shove. It's a circle of men, two women.. and they look all the world like they're trying to get the guys to stand down. They're dressed in 'proper' costumes; skeletons, grim reaper with 'naughty nurse' and '20s flapper' at their sides. It's the first shove that does it, though.. and the one that is pushed back is shoved forward again by friends in the boxing-ring style. All that's missing is the bell to signify another round. Pietro is quick.. and with a flickering smile, one that looks both annoyed and humored at the same time, he's away from Amanda's side and where the girls were? They are no longer. He whispers something to them, and he's off once more.
Amanda Sefton	Pietro is a blur and Amanda's brow arches faintly. It doesn't take more than a moment for her to put two and two together. She, of course, moves considerably slower than him -- though fast enough for who she's presenting herself as, this evening. (Which is to say, Amanda Sefton -- event coordinator. Not Daytripper, Gypsy Sorceress.) "Break it up, people," she calls, drawing in her will subtly as she approaches. There's no flash of energy from her, but there is a 'presence'. Something 'more' than just a supervisory presence.
Pietro Maximoff	Within a heartbeat, Pietro is back again, beside Amanda now. It seems natural for him, standing, posturing, watching over without getting in the way. "Is smart to listen to lovely lady with tag." Just in case they needed convincing? Whether Pietro's words were heard and/or heeded, the men at first seem to have no desire to comply. One is in a grabbing and grappling hold (obviously not //experienced// fighters, while other, better friends, are trying to pull each off the other. Of course there are phones out to record this special event. The sound of 'break it up' starts to get a little attention; the tension in the air, while high along with the fumes of the alcohol consumed, and it's a touch easier for the friends to separate the brawlers.
Amanda Sefton	Amanda continues to advance, heedless of the fight. As the drunkards' friends struggle to pull them back, her presence increases subtly. She holds a staying hand up, though Pietro will doubtlessly recognize the gesture as one more commonly seen in pictures of the saints -- two fingers and the thumb raised, two fingers tucked -- the gesture a hand of 'blessing', or casting by old wisewomen in the camp. Slowly, the men relax and look at her. Her blue eyes are luminous, though not obviously glowing to most of those around them. Of course, the speedster has more experience than most at recognizing signs of power. Her voice is calm and even. "That's enough, guys. You want to fight, you take it outside. Otherwise... why don't you just go sit down and relax for a while, hmm?" They waver a little. She pins them with those luminous eyes.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro knows that feeling, that little tingly feeling that he gets when his sister uses magic. This, this is a touch more subtle than Wanda's, however. It's all in the form? Maybe? Glancing beside him, it's a quiet acknowledgment that he knows //exactly// what is going on, and there is no need for his specific involvement, though... it's him. He can't help it. "Your girls are there," and he gestures towards the location he'd left them. Sure enough, they're there, each whispering to the other. "Movie will start soon, and then all is good." Stepping forward, Pietro is more than happy to be the guided escort. He puts an arm on one, and glancing back towards Amanda, there's a gleam in the speedster's eye before he aid/walks the former world contenders towards their dates, and undoubtedly one of those more... luminous flying gourds is ready to help them to their seats.
Amanda Sefton	Once the drunks are settled, Amanda lets out a small sigh. If that's the worst that happens tonight, that's not too bad. There are always the idiots who can't hold their booze at these sorts of things. After Pietro is no longer playing escort, she approaches him. "Thank you for your help," she says, giving him a warm smile. "That could have gone a lot worse."
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro returns looking none the worse for wear. The ladies have taken over, and in that, there's that hint of a smirk that dances on his face. "They cannot hold liquour." There's almost the undertone of 'tsk' that plays, and his smile grows again into a grin as he positions himself back near Amanda. There's an easy shrug, followed by a "Nothing to it," though he adds, "You are welcome. But, I will not believe that for a moment. Is pretty lie, though, for pretty Romni. It becomes you, I think." Looking away at the gathering again, his attention returns quickly to Amanda. "Pietro Maximoff, always at your service," and his hand extends, though not for a handshake; his palm is facing up, fully expecting her hand to placed in his.
Amanda Sefton	Amanda listens to him speak. A brow arches at his guess. She chuckles dryly in response. "Amanda Sefton. *Droboy tume, Romale.*" /Nice to meet you, Rom./ She lays her hand atop his in a doubtlessly expected fashion. Her words are in the Roma tongue, of course. A greeting from the Old Country. Her head cants. "It's rare to meet one of The People, in New York. Most of them... prefer New Jersey. Or so I've heard." She hasn't made it to any trailer parks recently.
Pietro Maximoff	Of //course// Pietro lifts her hand for an air kiss just at the spot of her knuckles before he allows her to retrieve her hand. "It is pleasure to meet you, Amanda Sefton." And if all witches are walking lie detector tests like Wanda is? He passes. This, this is an unexpected pleasure; who would think one would meet someone attuned and 'real'? There are so many that believe themselves to be wanderers, and while all are given courtesies, there is nothing in common but name. Not even language. No culture. No experience, nothing. "I stay where there are songs," Pietro shrugs lightly. It's a proverb, a way to live. "My sister is here, in city. She needs me." As only a brother can explain! "As for Jersey?" Again, Pietro's shoulders lift, and he looks around, a quick scan to be sure no one else looks to give aggrevation before he returns, and he shakes his head, "I could not." Jersey. His gaze lingers on Amanda, and his head rocks back slightly, and his smile relights, light eyes dancing, "Now is my turn. Why in city when there is lovely land called Jersey?"
Amanda Sefton	Amanda looks around at the old theatre and the technology that disguises it. "This city has a soul," she tells him. "I watched it being reborn. I am attuned here, so I stay." She gives a smile, and a mild shrug as well. "I have other means to wander The Ways." There's truth in that. And though she can't guess at his sister, his experience with her no doubt gives him a good clue about what Amanda means by her words. She flashes a grin. "Besides. Have you actually *been* there? Nono. There's better energy here." City that never sleeps.
Pietro Maximoff	These are words that Pietro knows well, and understands, even if he's not one of 'them'. "My little sister would enjoy talk with you. We are always on move, but if she can learn to stay with city, perhaps we stay longer." The speedster is truly a wanderer. "I think it is because she believes I wish to move, and..." A shrug rises, offhand, but there's truth to it too, "it is true. I cannot stay still for long." Something catches the eye of the mutant, and he looks back at Amanda with an annoyed 'what can you do' expression before he whistles shrilly and waves in the direction of a small group. "You.. do not harass flying pumpkins or they will shoot you with lasers from eyes." Once that's done, it looks like the rest of the room seems to glance up at the hovering bits of orange and gives them a slightly wider berth than perhaps they had before. Pietro grins broadly when he returns his attention, and brows rise before he shakes his head, "I have never been." There's a good humored narrowing of his eyes before he sticks his hands into pockets, "City is better, then?" A decision seems to be made, then, the bobbing of his head an outward expression, "Then we will stay in city." It's not the next breath, then, that he adds, "I will need phone number, however, if opinion changes. Then, I can call and you can tell me."
Amanda Sefton	Amanda chuckles as Pietro reprimands the lookeeloos. Especially since she knows those little drones probably *could* shoot lasers, if Tony decided they should. "City is better," she affirms, watching the drones drift around. She watches one in particular and shakes her head. Silently, she dubs it 'Murphy'. Because it's errant movement reminds her of Patrick. She barks a laugh at his brazen request for her number. Studying him for a moment, a slow smile touches her lips. "Indeed." She'll call it courtesy between Roma. Make connections with The People where you can. Because it's so rare. And besides... it may be interesting to get to know this swaggering speedster a little better. Perhaps even meet his sister. She reaches into a small pouch on her beaded and coin-strung hip, pulling out a small business card. "Here. If you need something, call. Though, you should return the favour. I run events all over the city. I suspect you might be a handy fellow to help with that."
Pietro Maximoff	Make connections with The People, indeed. There are so few in the world, and to meet one that is not only Romni, but one like his sister? (He refuses to use the term 'witch'. When she gets older and perhaps doesn't find a husband, she will be 'wise woman' and 'elder'.) Priceless. Pietro already knows how to deal with others with one of her abilities by his side. And she's cute. And not *gadje*. Blue eyes follow Amanda's movements and the smile rises to that lopsided grin once more as he catches the pouch, the design, while not familiar, familiar enough in style. He holds out his hand for the card, and once gained, he takes out his phone to enter the number. The name is copied, deliberately, to the phone, then the number. "I will call to give you number." Easier than writing it down, after all! And, who remembers their phone number? (Not him.) "If you do need help, I will be there in second." Literally. The movie begins to make noises within, and it actually was for the movie he'd come. "Would you watch movie?" There's the chance that she'll refuse; after all, working! Either way, it's time for opening credits!
Amanda Sefton	Amanda *is* working, it's true. But once the movie starts? There's much less for her to do. "For a time," she tells him. "If you sit at the back, I will join you until duty calls me away." It's the best she can offer him. But she suspects it will suit him well enough. He doesn't strike her as the sit-still-for-long type, anyway. She gestures for him to precede her -- he's the guest, after all -- but knows instinctively he'll stubbornly hold the door and wait for her. Still... without Kurt, the movie would really be boring on some level. Pietro seems a good stand in. After all... he's Rom. And Roma should stick together.