10048/Roxy VS. Part Time Jobs Pt 2.

Roxy VS. Part Time Jobs Pt 2.
Date of Scene:	15 November 2019
Location:	Flatbush, Brooklyn
Synopsis:	In a second shift at Halo Burger, space-based villain Grail barges into Roxy's workplace because she is hungry. Roxanne takes advantage of Grail's intimidating looks and drags the space-babe into an impromptu smoke break. They bond, Grail encounters an impenetrable wall of slang, and Roxy attempts to teach Grail about subtlety and innuendo. It's extremely awkward, but it's a start.
Cast of Characters:	Freefall, Grail

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Freefall has posed:
THE OUTFIT: It's Halo Burger! The outfits are practically immortal, famous the world over for their white/gold color scheme and ridiculous visors. Roxy's technically violating the dress code with her DYED HAIR but the manager's technically violating the... everything code... with his everything. So it's all a wash in the end. Anyway, she's wearing a black skirt, white blouse in gold trim, a white visor in gold trim, a whole bunch of "H" logos with snazzy skewed halos on the stem of the H, and one nametag that reads "ROXANNE". She's also wearing an expression that suggests she'd rather be anywhere else.

"C'mon guy, it's just like... ten bucks and twenny minutes, right?" Roxy's leaning forward on the countertop, unenthused face propped up by her elbow and upraised hand. She punctuates her question with the vocal *POP* of a bubble the same color as her bangs - above, violet eyes embody teenaged boredom and the frustration of a femme who's about done with this.

Her customer's a reedy-looking guy, wearing a cheap sport coat and slacks. He's got a weaselly face and the sort of eyes that just... wander. Menu. Roxy. Menu. Frown. Chicken. Burgers. Cakes look good... no, burgers. Chicken. Mmg. People behind him are getting... frustrated. This bites! Make up your mind, guy!

Grail has posed:
And then the door opens and in walks a woman who is used to attention. Even discounting everything else, the 6'4" tall and 205 lbs. woman is a sight to behold. Then there's her outfit which is rather more appropriate for a battlefield than walking around a city. Of course...then there's the fact that she is grey skinned and dark red eyed. That part, yeah, that's pretty different, too. She sniffs the air and hmms, "Hmm, charred meat." She nods her head.

She simply walks straight up to the counter, walking right by the line and not giving one crap about that line cause she is wanting to try the food here. She looks over at the man who seems unable to decide and then looks to the girl behind the counter, "You, serving person. What is the most commonly purchased item on this menu?" She points and then looks at her, "I will have that."

Sure, there's likely some people who don't like getting skipped but...a muscular, tall, alien looking woman likely gives some pause to complain.

Freefall has posed:
Yeah, Grail, it's OK. Nobody in the line is going to give you any shit. Every single person in the restaurant's staring at you, with notable exception of the 'serving wench'. Anyway.

Grail parts the masses of customers like Moses the Red Sea, prompting only the occasional mutter and gripe, and in particular one over-fussy mother ushering her three-pack of befreckled elementary-aged children as *far* away from the alien-looking woman as she can. She comes to stand beside Indecisive In A Sport Coat, and looks anything but. Indecisive sidesteps, pauses, and takes a second, larger sidestep. If nothing, he's big on self-preservation.

Roxanne has paused in her cashier-ly duties and is instead holding her phone behind her head, blind-shooting a quick pic of what she's seeing here. Wide-eyed and flat-faced, shock's written all over the typically glib girl's slender face. What the hell? Who's this? Why did Evil Xena walk into her restaurant? She needs to do more research on space amazons. She's running out of names and guesses.

"...Yeah, uh..." Roxy pulls her phone down, slips it into her pocket. She chews at her gum thoughtfully, and...

"That's gonna be the, uh. Double Halo Burger, crispy pickl- listen, are you some kinda movie extra?" Roxanne's eyes widen, her expression suddenly enthusiastic.

"Holy SHIT. Are they shootin' the next Cybernauts movie?? You look JUST like the Spaceazon in the last one! Ohmygod. Hold on. I'm gonna get you, like, six burgers."

Grail has posed:
A look over at Roxy and she blinks, "Movie extra?" She then seems confused, "Cybernaut? Spaceazon...?" She looks at the other people here and hten looks back at Roxy. She squints at her a brief moment before she puts her hand lightly on the counter and then states, "Whatever involves getting me burgers, you may think that." She nods her head and then gestures, "With the crispy pickles." She nods her head as she looks over at the other people again.

She then considers a moment and hmms, "I am Grail." She states to Roxy, "What is your name?"

Freefall has posed:
"YEAH. They're the-" Customers are leaving the store, in that quiet, sneaky way the truly frightened tend to have. It's not that Grail's threatening anybody, she just looks like the sorta person who is... you know. Evil. It's the eyes. Probably. Roxanne finishes punching in Grail's order - it's a burger, surprise - and frowns thoughtfully. It's becoming clear that Grail *might not be* a movie star.

Behind Roxanne, her manager's come out to see what's going on. The guy's got these huge, wide eyes, a greasy, pimply face, and the sort of redheaded bristlebrush 'do that almost promises a lifetime of failures in singles bars. He's absolutely starstruck, flabbergasted, and just trying to drink the whole situation in. Roxanne offers the guy a sly half-smile, and looks back to Grail.

"Hey, do me a favor? Grab the mic..." She swivels her microphone towards Grail, "and, like, make eye-contact with Brandon over there, and say, "BRANDON, ROXY WILL BE TAKING HER SMOKE BREAK NOW. Your burgers'll totally be on the house, man." Yeah, she's into this situation.

Grail has posed:
Staring at this incoming person and then she looks at Roxy. She takes in a short breath before shrugging and leaning down, "Brandon, Roxy will be taking her smoke break now." She then idly looks at teh mic and hmms. She then stands up straight and places her hand on teh counter again before saying, "How long will my order take?" She asks, the counter creaking just slightly under her hand as she pushes down on it a bit too hard.

Freefall has posed:
Roxanne's already turning on her heel and waving a hand to Brandon, who's *still* pretty star-struck. Lust-struck, too, considering the way Grail's bending down like that. His eyes roll up towards hers a full second after she rights herself, but by then Roxanne's moving quickly, responding to Grail's impatience and the *clear* impression that the woman's far more than an actress.

That countertop was made out of restaurant-grade particle board!

"Tell you what, girl. We're gonna chat outside and by the time we're done talking you'll have like all the burgers a Spaceazon can eat. Those pickles are TOPS." Roxanne grabs Grail by the wrist and walks briskly with her towards the restaurant's exit. She pushes the door open with a shoulder, steps out into the chill night, and is reaching into her apron to pull a cigarette free.

"So you're not an actress?"

Grail has posed:
It's pretty clear pretty quickly to Brandon that she notices where his eyes are going and she glares for a moment. It's...rather terrifying as her eyes give a slight glow. She then is looking to Roxy as her hand is grabbed and it becomes clear fairly quickly that she is letting Roxy pull her as she briefly is not pulled at all. She walks though and looks back briefly to consider the fact that she is being led away.

Once outside, she looks around briefly and then blinks at teh cigarette being pulled out and then looks at Roxy, "You are obviously wise beyond your years." She states. Yeah, she knows sarcasm.

Freefall has posed:
"Yeah man, I'm like a little pink Yoda. Wise enough to use you to get an extra smoke break!" Roxy leans back against the building's side, and props a sneaker-clad foot behind her. Cigarette to her lips, she swiftly brings a lighter to the end of the thing and sets the tip to a cherry-red glow. Only when smoke's puffing from her petite nose does she pull away, clearly relieved.

"What about you? You're way too She-Ra for Halo Burger. You hungry after you finished fighting the Fantastic Four or somethin'? You shoulda told me. I woulda ordered you three or four more burgers." Roxanne pulls her cigarette from her mouth and exhales, slowly.

Grail has posed:
"The fantastic what?" She asks and then tilts her head, "And what She-Ra? You speak in a very confusing manner though for a human you are far braver than most." She nods her head, "Most at least hesitate around me." She then looks back inside and hmms, "That would be around 9 to 10 burgers. Should be enough but I am merely here to try things." She looks back to Roxy again, "I am not sure why you speak the way you do but I am here mainly for Superman."

"Though, right now I am attempting to find his body." She nods her head, "Not relevant to a human like you though, I imagine."

Freefall has posed:
"Super not relevant," agrees Roxy. "Maybe don't, uhhhh... tell people... you want to find a dead guy. Like, that plus the Spaceazon evil-babe thing you've got going on? Paints a really weird picture, makes you look, uh..." Roxanne's eyes widen while she talks. Holy shit. Could it be that this Marilyn Manson-lookin' girl next to her would really be INTO biting the head off a bat? Fingers shaking a bit, Roxanne tries to steady herself with another puff on her cigarette.

"...A-anyway, Superman ain't my type, even if he were alive. Too mucha a Boy Scout for me. I'm into, y'know. Batman's probably really sweet under all that jerk."

Grail has posed:
A blink and she looks over at her before tilting her head, "I am not really looking to date him..." She growls a little, "I'm looking to make him tell me what he knows." SHe nods her haed, "He is not dead. I don't think so anyway." She shakes her head and then considers Roxanne, "What was your name?" She asks and hmms as she looks at the girl, "You seem quite strange for a human." She nods her head.

Freefall has posed:
"You're calling me strange?" Roxy finishes her cigarette and drops it. "Let me tell you about part time jobs. They, like, blow mega-chunks. It's like watchin' weeknight TV for eight hours and gettin' paid nickles for it. I sorta want to die while I'm at work. So if you walk in all Reverse Xena and ask me for burgers, I'll try to get outta it." Roxanne crushes the smoldering remains of her cigarette beneath one sneaker.

"Anyway, I've, uh. Been around." Her voice is a little less flippant as she speaks - she glances downwards, hides those eyes beneath bangs. She remembers the experimentation, the soldiers, the guns, the weird... everything. "Guess I'm plenty strange. Strange enough that you don't freak me out much, anyway." There's no denying that this huge supergoth supermodel would probably *WIPE* the floor with her, but Roxanne's always managed to get out of trouble when it finds her. She's confident of that much, at least.

"Call me Roxy. You're Grail? Like, after the cup?"

Grail has posed:
"I don't know if it has anything to do with a cup but that is what my mother named me." She nods her head and then Grail shrugs before saying, "I don't know much about part time jobs or weeknight TV." She shakes her head, "I just know what I have been through, which is nothing like what you described." She shakes her head, "I guess though, if you have been around, that that is why you aren't freaking out like most of your kind." She shakes her head before shrugging.

Freefall has posed:
"Like I said. Only weird thing you've done is ask for burgers and look like an extra from Battlestar Galactica. I ain't gonna hold it against you." Roxanne takes the time to slump back against the wall, and slides to her butt on the ground. She glances back into the restaurant - her manager's trying to give her angry eyes, but he can't really do it while Grail's out there with Roxy. She'll call it a win.

"Anyway, stop talkin' about it. I'm milkin' this break for all it's worth, which means you're gonna talk shop. Who would you date out of all the superheroes in town? Like, who's the dreamiest? We're talkin' a true Baldwin. Gimme names, I won't tell."

Grail has posed:
A blink at Roxy and she stares at her as if she just asked if shoes go on your ears. She blinks slowly and then states, "I am familiar with the term date but I have no idea what a Baldwin is nor do I understand why you judge people based on how well they dream." She shifts slightly, "I am guessing you want me to judge the men and women of your world for possible mating?" She asks and looks at Roxy before considering, "And among Superheroes...hmm." She considers, "I can't really say I have met many of your heroes or heroines." She nods her head, "I do not know. Strangely, I did meet a rather hairy man with an attitude that was attractive who could drink almost as well as I can. He was an interesting option but I'm not sure he is a superhero."

Freefall has posed:
"Yeah, sure," breathes Roxy. She's maybe a little irritated. What is it with these Space Soldier types and emotionlessness? How hard is it to be a little flexible with your language??? Roxy determines she should start offering ESL classes to people rendered hopelessly square in their dialogue. It's not their fault. It's the way they learned the language.

"Okay, so, like." Roxanne pulls her cigarette free, and taps it against a knee, looks to the stars. "Your BALDWINS are your hot guys. You know, like, the actors? Just look them up online. They're FINE. Dreamy just means guys that like, you daydream about? Like when you're bored. A dreamy guy's always on your mind. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. And uhhhh MATING..." She sets her lips. Did not mean dating. Roxy adjusts her hat like it's going to dispel some of the weirdness.

"So you're into hairy guys who like to keep it basic? Maybe sorta crude?" Roxy's face screws up, and she offers Grail one sidelong glance, concerned.

"I mean... if that's what you're into. Not really my scene, but just means more for both of us, right? This guy got a name?"

Grail has posed:
"I believe he was called Logan and I'm not into specifically hairy guys. He just had a good attitude that I liked and seemed..." She shrugged, "Like he could put up a good fight." She chuckles and then she considers, "Of course, I'm not simply into guys. I'm into the right people but..." She then blinks and throws out a hand, "Why are we discussing this?" She looks at Roxy, "I barely know you and this is an odd discussion to start out with. Would you not know more of who I am before trying to find out who I would have sex with?"

She clears her throat, "I came here for burgers." She nods her haed, "And this has gone quite strange." SHe then looks over at Roxy, "THat being said, why did you make a face about the man I described?"

Freefall has posed:
"I dunno. Work sucks, I'm bored, you look like you came from outer space and everybody in there's afraid of you? I like talking about boys, I wanted to take a break, and you need to wait for your burgers to be cooked. That's why we're out here talking about boys. You didn't HAFTA come along, but you did, so..." Roxanne tosses her cigarette to the ground, and stamps it out beneath a sneaker-clad shoes.

"Logan? Weird name, but he sounds like a weird guy. I don't really want to know who- okay, look, listen. You can't just SAY 'wanna have sex with', it's... kinda creepazoid. Think about it like this. You ever try to say something weird in a smart way? Make it sorta hint at what you're gettin' at?" Roxy narrows her eyes at Grail. She needs to gauge this reaction before she continues.

"...You know. Like..." What does a (maybe?) evil(?) spaceazon DO to offer platitudes or kindnesses to her foes?

"Like if you're not SURE you want to kill a guy, but you MIGHT, but you don't want to scare him off. What do you say to him to give him halfa the idea?"

Grail has posed:
A look at the cigarette and she shakes her head, no matter where she goes mortals are always putting poison in themselves without the ability to ignore the poison. She shrugs and then looks over at Roxy with a confused look before shaking her head, "First, your planet is very backwards in many ways." She nods her head before she considers her words and laughs, "Oh, you mean to be subtle." She then nods her head, "That I can do..."

She then looks over directly at Roxy and simply grins. That grin, though, shows a lot of teeth and her eyes are solid red, giving just the slightest glow as she leans toward Roxy, "And if I was gonna kill someone and only give them halfa an idea that it was gonna happen? Well, I'd just tell them that they only have about half a chance of walking out of here whole." She nods her head and shrugs, "Or something like that..."

Freefall has posed:
"SEE?? Okay! Now you're gettin' it. Subtle was TOTALLY the word. We try to be subtle about sex and stuff, and it's not like dating somebody means you're gonna boink 'em." She ignores Grail's sneery look about the cigarette! She made her choice, and she'd rather die young than live her life under the boot-heel of the MAN*.

*the Surgeon General and literally every doctor alive.

"So you should find this Logan guy and drop all sortsa subtle hints to him. Get him real confused. Guys love that sort of thing, unless they don't. I mean. You've got the looks to pull off, like, a hella blunt advance, guy'll be all over you." Roxanne finds her feet, as her manager has FINALLY gathered up the gumption to pound on the door and make some impatient eyes Roxy's way. Roxanne looks back to Grail, an apologetic smile on her lips.

"I think I gotta go back to work. You're alright, so don't let people bein' freaked by you getcha down. And don't worry about the dead presidents, those burgers are on me, yeah? You like totally got me an extra break, and that's worth some MONEY."

Grail has posed:
A look over at the woman and she considers a moment before shaking her head. She then blinks and looks over toward the door. She stares at the boss man but figures if Roxy is ok with it, than she is. She walks with Roxy, heading back inside, "I see. Well, that works then. I was not going to pay for my meal anyway." She nods her head, "It is good someone else benefitted. I fully intended to glare at you people as I walked away with the food." She shrugs, "Most here don't stop me."

Freefall has posed:
"Yeah, I don't have the money to pay for nine frikkin' burgers. I was just gonna say you threatened my family while we were outside." Roxy flashes Grail a thumbs-up as she opens the door back into the burger joint.

"And don't worry so much about howya look. You should SEE some of the guys we got out in California. Makeup for DAYS. Make Dr. Frank N' Furter look like Wall Street. You're FINE. If anybody asks, just say you're LARPing. They'll totally getcha." She bustles behind the cash register after entering the restaurant, and - sure enough, Grail's burgers are neatly arranged in a small pyramid, delicately wrapped with the "HALO BURGER" logo prominently displayed.

She even got a large thing of fries! Instead of a receipt, a note is laid atop the food offering: PLEASE ENJOY YOUR MEAL AND DON'T HURT US - HALO BURGER STAFF.

Grail has posed:
A look down at the meal as she listens to Roxy and she hmms at teh note before she picks up her meal and looks over at Roxy, "You say a lot of things I don't understand." She nods her head as she looks down at her food before chuckling, "I think I understand your intent though." SHe nods and then turns to walk away before looking back, "I shall enjoy this meal and I perhaps will see you again." She nods her head, "When I'm on Earth anyway."