Owner	Pose
Lydia Dietrich	With Zatanna having gone back to Shadowcrest to start work on The Big Project (they aught to come up with a name for it) and Phoebe being all sorts of hungry, Lydia has decided that their first stop on the tour of the Asteroid is going to be the cafeteria. "And here's the cafeteria," she's saying. "We've always have something set up at the buffet, but if you want something specific go ahead and give Eddie your order and he'll whip it up for you. And," she says, with a glitter in her eye, "here's the waffle bar." She lets out a wistful sigh. "I miss waffles. I can still eat them but it's not the same, you know?"
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice was already in the Cafeteria - rather noticeable with her magenta skin and hair, and electric green featureless eyes - not to mentioned the pointed ears. She's seated at one of the tables, digging into something that had been wrapped in a leaf - it's another of her rice and curry bundles that she so adores - and it's //spicy// today, prompting her to take a sip from her milk.     She was recognizeable from all of her time at Grand Central Station of late - helping transport personnel and supplies for SHIELD, and evacuating civilians as needed through her portals. It wouldn't be true to say she'd worked tirelessly though - no. The effort of the past week and a half has put quite a lot of strain on her. Thank goodness there's less teleporting to do these days.      A little less, anyways.
Phoebe Beacon	"--oh neat..." Phoebe remarks as she looks around, still a bit damp from her accidental telepoertation into the koi pond. The girl wearing the black T-shirt showing a trio of dancing skeletons and the ripped jeans pauses for a moment. "How has the supplies been handled with the influx of additional population? I know Wayne Tech donated a Toooooon of money for the refugee camps in Gotham, and Tim was overseeing some of the logistics of it." she explains quietly, and she stretches her fingers out, rubbing on the leather strap around her left wrist where Zatanna had pointed out her other markings. Life as a mage was rough.     She recognizes Blink, and she almost raises her arm to say hello -- except she's not in her armor. That... would make things awkward.
Mystique	Under normal circumstances the asteroid has a population of a few hundred, nearing a thousand. Today however the population is much, much larger. The asteroid was home to thousands of the homeless and residence of New York city, human or mutant it didn't matter, the doors had been opened for anyone who needed a place to go. What this meant for the Brotherhood was doubled up security as an asteroid 'police force', a lot of demands on resources, including food, clothing, and medical, and of course one blue mutant running the whole thing. With a tablet in hand, because it was permanently attached, Mystique wears a pair of white slacks with a low cut, white blouse, and on her feet a pair of white ankle boots. Two security personnel enters the cafeteria only a few moments before she walks in and scans the room. There's only been one attempt by some one to harm her, and though she doesn't really need the protection, the Brotherhood was taking protecting her pretty seriously. When her eyes find Lydia, she heads that way. H & D had informed her of Lydia's return, and that a guest would be arriving as well, so she was intending to collect at least one kiss from her love before anything else.
Lydia Dietrich	"We have shuttles, and Gates can move large quantities of materials at a time," Lydia answers Phoebe. "That's... pretty much the extent of my knowledge of the logistics of it. Raven is handling most of it. Speaking of which..." When she sees her lover she gets a bright smile on her, and she all but skips up to her to plant a kiss on the lips. "Hiya, sexy," she says playfully, taking a step back. "Raven? This is Phoebe," she says, gesturing to the girl. "She's one of the co-leads of the Justice League Dark. I was just having an impromptu meeting with her and Zatanna Zatara about a possible way to end the conflict in Manhattan." "Phoebe? This is Mystique, leader of the Brotherhood and a very very busy person who is about to take a little bit of time off to socialize and relax," she says with a grin.
Clarice Ferguson	It's hard to hear familiar voices over the increased din in the cafeteria - with so many additional bodies packed into the room than normal. Mystique's distinctive and familiar hue of blue catches her attention as the woman moves past, and she follows her path towards Lydia and Phoebe. Clarice lifts one of her brightly hued hands in greeting, then gestures towards the empty seats at her table - some of the only empty seats in the place, at the moment. She'll leave them to decide if they're joining her or not, however, as she continues nibbling at her meal.
Phoebe Beacon	For someone who is leading a Justice League, Phoebe is certainly young. She stands still as Raven makes her approach, though she looks away politely as Lydia kisses Mystique.     "Madam." Phoebe addresses Mystique politely, giving a nod of her braided head. She doesn't offer a hand, but brings hers behind her back, seeming very awkward and tense. Phoebe pats herself down a moment, and then from one damp pocket she pulls a pair of blue plastic-frame glasses out, and perches them on her nose, and offers a slightly awkward smile.     "I've heard nothing but nice things through Lydia about you, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you in person."
Mystique	The kiss is quick but not without affection as Mystique leans in, then her arm slips around Lydia's waist. She was just told she was taking time off, and so she was. Turning her attention to Phoebe as she is introduces, yellow eyes look the young woman over while a smile remains on her lips. Young, quite young, but clearly she had what it took to lead or she wouldn't be in the position. "Ma'am?" She chuckles, one brow lifting. "And here I thought I didn't look a day over a hundred." Switching the tablet to her off hand, she extends now free hand to Phoebe. "A pleasure to meet you, Phoebe and please, call me Raven, or Mystique if you prefer." She hadn't missed Clarice or the gestures to the chairs, "Care to sit, have something, or everything, to eat? Eddie's been in heaven cooking his butt off since things got crowded."
Lydia Dietrich	The flash of magenta catches Lydia's attention, and she grins and waves back at her adopted sister. "There's Clarice." Turning back to Phoebe she says, "Go grab yourself something to eat, we'll be sitting over there. If you're ever here in the morning Eddie makes these wonderful apple fritters. Be sure to grab one before they go." Once they're done greeting each other, Lydia snakes an arm around Raven's waist and leads her to where Clarice is sitting. "Hoo!" she says, her nostrils flaring as she sits down. "That smells /spicy/. I've got a guest at the buffet right now. She'll be joining us once she gets herself some food."
Clarice Ferguson	"It //tastes// spicy," Clarice answers brightly. "Did you want a nibble? It's the eggplant curry this time," she offers helpfully. She leans over to nudge Lydia with her shoulder, while greeting Raven with one of her broad-lipped smiles as well. "Hey boss," she says casually. "Things are quieting down a little more at Grand Central Station - most of the people and things that need moving have been moved. I should be able to help up here a little more, now."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe shies away from the handshake, but does give a warm smile and a nod. "As you would like, Raven -- I've heard good things about the waffle bar -- I think that warrants some investigation." she gives a small nod. "I'll join you momentarily."     And she shuffles awkwardly and damp to get herself a waffle, and coffee, and some fruit, rejoining the home-town girls at their table.     "Okay, going to admit, the waffle bar is much, much better than the Grand Central meals I've been taking. Stale Starbucks can get /old/."
Mystique	Mystique accepts the lack of a handshake, she's used to it. After over a hundred years of being hated for being a mutant, even if that wasn't the reason every time, she accepted that some people just didn't. When Lydia takes her wrist, she is lead to the table whether she wanted to or not, but she did want to. It was rare to see Clarice and Lydia a the same time these days, and she'd been to one side of the Asteroid and back today alone, twice, so she wanted to sit, talk, and maybe have something to eat. No sooner had she settled into a chair then a cup of coffee was placed on the table by one of the many servers moving around the room. A moment later, a small salad with chicken and a Catalina dressing on the side, gets set down by another server moving through. Most people have to go to the buffet, clearly Mystique doesn't have to. A touch of cream goes into the coffee before it's stirred. "I think most of the stragglers that they're going to get out of New York, are out," she offers to Clarice as she holds the coffee cup. "We've got no space left here, but Genosha still has places and we'll keep moving them as needed." Reaching up she taps the comm in her ear before saying more quietly, 'Move on to the fifth level, and make sure to check the storage rooms.' and then her attention is back to the table as Phoebe arrives. "Lydia, are you planning to give the full tour?" She asks with a smile. "The view from the gardens is the best on the asteroid, everyone needs to see it before going back to earth."
Lydia Dietrich	"Sure! I'll try a bit," answers Lydia, and takes a small forkful. This is the first time she's ever really tried a spicy dish since she'd turned and chews thoughtfully. Then her eyes go wide, "Oh my god," she breathes, "I should have known." For somebody who doesn't have to breathe she starts panting to cool down her tongue, "Enhanced senses means enhanced spicy," she explains. "I'm going to die," she whimpers, "again." "We um... gah!" she says, trying to speak over the pain, as blood tears begin to well in her eyes. "We started in the garden. Earth wasn't up yet, so when we're done giving her the tour I'll take her back up there to watch it rise." By now she's clutching the edge of the table, causing the fiberglass to creak in complaint. "We're um.. hah!" She shakes her head. "We're gonna need a room assigned to us. We have... an idea on how to permanently seal away what Michael is looking for down there." She reaches across the table to snag one of Clarice's napkins to dab at her eyes before the blood can start rolling down her cheeks. "Do you have a room you could spare us that has a whiteboard and one of those holographic display thingies?"
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice's lips quirk at Lydia's reaction to the spicy food - but sht stops herself from laughing outright. That is, after all - just mean. She does slide her milk towards Lydia for the woman to swish around - and hopfully get risd of some of the burning. "We're lucky things are going as well as they are, really. Lydia and I - and some others - had a rather successful forray against some of the angels recently. Though I'm not used to fighting over a //fountain//."
Phoebe Beacon	"Aah, so you helped charge Battery Park?" she questions, curring into her waffle and looking to Clarice with curiosity, trying not to give a giggle at poor Lydia. It wasn't funny, it was... bloody embarrassing!     She dose slide over a couple more napkins though.     "I'm afraid I can't stay long. I was looking over something with one of the representatives from Gotham, a different aspect of putting together a multi-tiered defensive scheme against the angels should the peace option no longer carry out following certain developments in regards to the partial collapse of a music hall. After all -- hope for the best, prepare for the worst." she gives a small smile, suddenly very aware of her youth and relative inexperience.     "I've taken over a section of the north concourse in Grand Central, Lydia, if you care to stop by. Since my normal workspace isn't available at the moment..." she pauses, and she looks down "... I was looking forward to spending more time in Gotham."
Mystique	Taking a sip of the coffee, Mystique sets the cup back on the table as she watches Lydia harm herself with spicy food. She shouldn't be amused, but she totally is. A grin plays over her lips, at first just a normal grin, but it turns mischievous as she says, "Lydia my love, you're always smokin hot, no need to spice yourself on my account." She doesn't laugh, even though she wants to, but her love should have realized that enhanced senses meant everything was enhanced. Mystique had learned that just by touching Lydia, that was a good night. "Use the board room," she then offers. "The twins have it rigged with the best holographic system in the table, and it should be large enough for anyone you might need to bring up to help. Not sure about the whiteboard, but we can get one put in there." Picking up her fork, she stabs a bit of her salad for a bite. She'd been so busy trying to maintain order out of sheer chaos on the asteroid, she hadn't really been able to find out how things were going. For now, she intended just to listen and find out at least part of what was going on.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia gratefully takes the offered milk and takes a sip of it. Just enough to coat the tongue and help with the burn. "Not just a fountain," she says. "Think of it more like a magical lock that when opened with five others, allows direct access to Gaea." She coughs, and takes another small sip of the milk. "Which if Michael is able to do, it basically spells our doom." At Mystique's remark she sticks her tongue out at her, before grinning. "It's already fading. Vampire healing means I only have to suffer for a little bit." Turning her attention back to Phoebe she nods. "It's your call on where we want to do this. Since this is a stealth op, I was thinking we should be away from the angels. The less people that know what's up the less chance that they'll try to stop us."
Clarice Ferguson	"A magical lock in the shame of a fountain," Clarice counters in an amused tone. "But yeah - apparently it's important. I didn't take much damage in the fight, thankfully, though some of those angels... are strong. The spinning eyes things pack a real punch but - well. I used them to attack their own efforts," she remarks with a brief grin. //Portals//.     She digs into more of her curry, pausing with her food near her lips. "Wish I could help with some of the planning but- well." Not her forte. "So I guess I'll just keep doing what I'm doing."