10141/Coffee, cats and creamer

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Coffee, cats and creamer
Date of Scene: 21 November 2019
Location: The Coffee Bean - Manhattan
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Ivory, Witchblade




Ivory has posed:
    A good sunday morning is best done with coffee. But for Ivory it is technically a saturday evening, which is best done with a tea and something to fill the stomach. A couple bagles maybe. Yawning, they shuffle into a coffeeshop, having swapped their normal jeans jacket for a white winter coat with a similar cat embroidied onto the back, just this persian fluffball was pawing at a snowflake. Another yawn escapes them as they stop at the counter, pointing at some food items before ordering the tea together with it and slipping her bill over the counter.

Witchblade has posed:
Technically, Pez is off the clock. Technically. Phone's in hand, she's still got her gear on, winter jacket, boots, and smart pants and button down shirt on. In other words her usual gear. She's stood behind Ivory and smiles to herself watching them. "Hey, 'scuse me, but you selling those jackets?" Sara asks with a look at the Persian cat. She wouldn't mind one as Sara pockets her phone and takes out her wallet. She's waiting patiently, on her best behavior.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory was starting to groan at the dreaded 'excuse me', the mating call of the wild Karen, but then looked over the shoulder anyway. "Not this one... oh, Officer... Pezzini wasn't it? Didn't I give you the address to my webstore or something?" she says as she steps over to the spot to pick up drinks and dinner, eyes somewhat showing she's been on all night.

Witchblade has posed:
Pez nods. "Oh, you did. I've just not had time to check it yet and our filters catch it and flag it as not work safe" she says and now there's a clear path to the poor peon behind the counter, Sara orders a bagel, coffee and d a few cookies. She smiles at the cafe's staff. "Hi, yeah that's my order" she nods and looks to Ivory again. "So how've you been since we last met?" she asks, stepping to the side to avoid line hogging. Sara's got more manners than that. Though she does leave a $20 as a tip. See, she's lived in New York long enough to know how this goes. Scanning the line with the same thought Ivory had, Sara's glad to see the line's Karen free. She won't have to call her colleagues in at this moment. "I did look briefly on my phone but didn't see your winter range, though that was last week going into Brooklyn" she admits. Cell reception is spotty, that's the unsaid point. Sara slides another pace away from the counter once the order's in and $20's in the tip jar.

Ivory has posed:
    "How is clothing that is more than decent Not suitable for work? I mean, I don't design underwear or stuff, it's jackets and trousers and shoes!" Ivory complains, sighing as she takes her order and sends a smile to the barrista before looking out for a breakfast table to turn those pastries into food.. "Getting some trademark stuff done so a cooperation contract with Orace Inc got underway and we're expecting like the spring or summer collection to hit affiliated stores. Was far too late to get winter done in time for that. But I don't differentiate it in seasons on the webpage, I know, atrocity. You should look under the header 'for cold days'. After all people in anchorage wear winter coats till the end of spring and people in nevada sometimes never need to wear them."

Witchblade has posed:
Pez shrugs. "No idea" she admits. "Yeah I'm Pezini, but no idea why our filter's so weird. It's politics. We can drive to the store. Can't look at those same clothes online. Figures" she shrugs and collects her food and coffee. She nods to Ivory, "Ah, I was after seasons. I'll find a table and pull my phone out to check then" Pez says and decides screw it, not at work, I can have as much crap as I want on my bagel. It's /my/ food. Which is what she does. Creamer in coffee, too. Cream cheese in, and covering, bagel.

Ivory has posed:
    "Ah, well, I have no store. I mean, I got the webstore, but I don't have a brick and mortar place." Ivory shuffles over to an empty booth slowly, sitting down and then strething the arms out to get all comfortable. "Well, if your clothing is for a nieche that doesn't define themselves as wanting to dress gender, yyou don't have to put standard tags on seasons."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara pays for her food and brings the vaguely shaped cream cheese bagel....thing to a nearby table. Mostly so she can sit and talk without cluttering up the booth Ivory's in. She does though turn the chair more toward the booth. "See, you got this. I'm not thinking along your lines" Sara admits, phone out as she's pulling up the webstore and tapping away with a finger, cream cheese, butter and things dripping over the table. Admitting defeat, Pez sets the bagel down again and goes to get cutlery. Cutlery. For a frigging bagel. She might just have overdone this a little, she's thinking...

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles a little as Sara claims she got it "I do my best. What else can I do?" they chime, eating their own stack of bagles without much extras atop but a buge pile of Pastrami inside. Much easier. "Anyway, are you on breakfast break or on the way home?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head with a laugh, "You got any napkins over there?" she jokes. "I'm on my way home, or was before I stopped for food" Sara offfers. True, the bagel's dripping cream chese over the table. One napkin won't cut it. It'll be soaked within a moment. Still, Sara's optimistic. "You sure you don't want any cream cheese?" she asks. She's got more than enough to share.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory laughtes as she hands one or two of her napkins over to Sara, themselves having been somewhat sparse with the ammount she took. "You don't need to soak it in all the sauce and such." they give back, shaking the had on the cream cheese offer. "Not with Pastrami. Mutes the meaty flavor too much."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods. "You assume we detectives can taste anything our cooks make" she says with a smile. "So" Sara says, looking serious, "It's why we eat out so much. I should hire you as a chef. You know what's going on with food, and" she pauses, licking cream chese off the fork, "And, you're not into inane department politics" she shrugs with a laugh, "See, you say I shouldn't soak the bagel after I already did that" she adds with a nod before diving into the bagel yet again.

Ivory has posed:
    "Eh, I am not into grand politics at all. I am a Humanitarian though. And I can't cook. Really, I just know what I like in taste." Ivory answers, chuckling a little. "And I think I couldn't have stopped you from soaking the thing even if I wanted."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara laughs, "I got a badge, a gun, and a few other things. You're right. You couldn't have stopped me" Sara offers with a grin to Ivory. "I tend to do things all in" Sara offers with a sigh, she shakes her head and looks at Ivory's food. "See. That's a lot bettter looking than mine. You know what you're liking in food. You're already better than half the PD" she shrugs with a smirk. "I'm joking. I'm joking" she says quickly.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles as they take another bite, chewing on the bagle. "Well, if there's one thing I can't work with it's soggy food. I mean, ever seen what happens to overcooked noodles? But how does that make me better than half the Department?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shudders at the mention of overcooked noodles. "You at least can find good food. Put some uniforms here, they'd go for coffee, drown it in creamer and sugar, then massacre a bagel worse than me" Sara admits, finally sipping her coffee. That's, amazingly, not drowned in creamer. The bagel's even drying out, or, the cream cheese is soaked in the napkins, and it's mostly just baggel with a coating of napkin noww. Sara's cutting the napkin off, mostly oso she can eat the bagel, which is a good idea. mouthfuls of napkin are awful. Even with cream cheese and butter.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles more as they work through their triplet of breakfast stuff (which is a night snack for them). "Soooo, what department are you in anyway? I mean, you mentioned illicit substances when we first met..."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shrugs, "Detective with NYPD. I do a bit of everything really. So" Sara nods, "I work what comes over my desk, you could say I got my toes in a few departments and do what's needed, ya know?" she nods and tears the bagel in half, munching on the edible bit. Problem is, no napkins. So she gets up and kind of crab or duck walks to the napkins, grabbing a handful with fingers like some weird person thing, returning to her seat to hear Ivory's response. "You know, once you get to be a detective, it's a bit of everything. If you didn't know I ws a detective and just were walking past me on the street, what would you think I did?" Sara asks, head slightly tilted. She's genuinely curious now.

Ivory has posed:
    "So you're not like in Homicide or SVU like in Law and Order? Don't they have a Drug Enforcement Unit either? And wasn't there also a Vice unit?" Ivory asks curiously, working on their last bagle. "Well, you in uniform? Traffic has those other vests, so probably patrol duty? I mean, down in Manhatten there are a lot of patrols to keep stuff straight. Not enough in some other areas though. Mutant town could have used quite some more to keep the peace in the last months. I mean, Terrorists and all."

Witchblade has posed:
"Don't I know it" Sara mutters, "I'm not uniform but I agree with you. We need more cops but M'Town is seen as you royally screwed up, you go there. Plus the guys and girls up there don't trust the cops much. Not a lot we can do" Sara sighs looking concerned. "We're sitting in a coffee shop on the East Side, see, you go to Hell's Kitchen, you're lucky if you see a cop there and luckier still if they do anything but keep driving, you know?" Sara asks. She's genuinely a little worried. If anything, she's absoluttely right. THe NYPD needs more cops. Sara can't magic them into existence. If she could...she'd be a goddess in her own right. And that'd be weird. More to the point, Sara thinks, finishing her half a bagel and starting on her coffee....she's unsure how to even entice people to join the PD at all.

Ivory has posed:
    "It's no wonder people flock to neighborhood watches in those areas. Or cheer for Vigilantees. Add to that police brutality and overreactions, shootings by cops... You get where it's going, right? Even with more cops, you don't solve the problems. You got to get more better cops, weed out the bad ones AND polish up the image of the Police the same time." Ivory sighs. "I mean, have you read gotham news in the last weeks? People were super frightened when their resident vigilante was presumed gone, and some glimmer of hope returned when he resurfaced. People put more hope in those Vigilantees than in the cops, and from all I read I think the GCPD might be one of the least corrupt one in the US."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods, "Yeah you got a point" she says stirring coffee. "Though, c'mon. We're not well liked. For a number of reasons" she says and begins counting on her fingers, "We're seen as cracking down too hard or not enough, we take people's liberties, we don't solve the right crimes, we do but not enough. Can't win. GCPD? Gotham Police? They're definitely an interesting bunch" Sara nods, sipping her coffee and nibbling a cookie. "Yeah but, corruptin's relative" she shrugs, cookie in hand. "See, I'd rather be a cop. Why? I hate bullies. I fI join a neighborhood watch program and tackle somebody to the ground, that's me up on charges. If I do the same with a badge, I got the power to change things. But it's not just my power. You said M'Town. I wish, honestly, wish we could all come together and change the city for the better, ya know? Yeah New York's got issues, but....." she sighs.

Ivory has posed:
    "I mean, Gotham's police might be ineffective, but they are like incorrupptible, that's how the net sees them. But there's totally things those neighborhood watches do right. I mean, over in M'Town people spontanouously gathered to help out some blue fuzzy guy as someone sent a hit squad after them. Got caught in the crossfire with a good flesh wound, but nothing serious. Peope helped each other. No sign of police." Ivory sighs and ponders a little. "Maybe Police should at times turn a blind eye to stuff so the city can heal itself? I hate bullies just as much as anyone, been on the recieving end in school, and honestly? I get quite a lot of flak for being who and what I am in the net, but if people attack me, I can claim the 2nd and the Castle Doctrine when I am in my home. Sure, Duty to retreat applies, but if I'm backed into a corner or surrounded there is none."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods, looking to Ivory. "Yeah but if we do, we get flak, Oh you're not effective, we don't turn a blind eye, oh police are too harsh" Sarah says. "Admittedly, minority of people, but you know what they say about minorities and vocalizing. Smaller mass, louder voice. Or they're more prepared to shout and scream" she says watching them over her coffee. "Nobody likes being bullied. But isn't ignoring bullying for the greater good just as bad?" Sara poses the question as she stirs her coffee, watching Ivory then thee shop at large.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles as they seek in their pocket, pulling out their keychain and tossing it to the table, a rainbow keychain ending up on it. "What's that about minorities? Self defense isn't bullying."

Witchblade has posed:
"Good point, but self defense is a perspective. Like you punch somebody for trying to mug you in the street. You tell us it's self defense. We believe you. Guy or girl trying to rob you is going to claim you punched them for no reason, right? Perspective. And pretty chain" Sara nods watching it. "Point is, perspective. One person's defense is another person's oppression. Like I said, we do our job as police, you get people claiming we're putting them down yet from our side, we're keeping order, ya know?" Sara asks.

Ivory has posed:
    "There's such a thing as objective self defense. You threaten and assault? I defend. You retreat? I gotta stop. That's how they phrased it, didn't the lawmakers?" Ivory notes as they shrug. "But that's politics. Crack down on people nobody likes. Like the FoH and arrest people that profiteer of other people's suffering and you can polish up your karma a lot."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head. "You're splitting hairs" Sara says with a nod as she looks back to the coffee again. "That's all splitting hairs, but. Point made" she adds and looks back to Ivory then sips her coffee. With a flourish of her hand, she's stirring again with a wooden spoon.

Ivory has posed:
    "Eh, probably. Anyway, you can't sway hearts in a day, unless you are the Avengers." Ivory notes as they tuck their keys away again and start to sip their team.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head not saying anything, instead she's sipping coffee, "Either way" she says with a look across the table. "Any other ideas for clothing?" she asks, changing the subject.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory shrugs slowly. "hmm, like in what? I mean there's like a lot of stuff in clothing. I wo't delve into underwear anytime soon, just not really compatible with my brand you know?"

Witchblade has posed:
"No, no. More meaning" Sara muses, tapping her fingers on the coffee cup. "More like things for win...cold days" she corrects. "And hot days" she adds with a knowing smile. She's totally getting into using the cold and hot days instead of seasons thing, too.

Ivory has posed:
    "Ohhh, well, some coats, jackets, a couple vests, longsleeves, turtlenecks... Oh, raincoat. And for the hot days there's T-Shirts, Polos..." Ivory notes, stretching shoulders a little while smelling at her tea. "...And some shorts."

Witchblade has posed:
"No sneakers or flip flops?" Sara jokes. She's not that serious, flip flops, really? Sara's definitely joking now. What next. Crocs and socks and sandals? She settles more back in the chair, relaxing with a look over the table again, then she lifts a cookie to her mouth and chews on it. Chocolate cookie. With chocolate in it. Mostly cause, well, Sara's not ha denough chocolate today it appears.

Ivory has posed:
    "Flipflops show toes and a lot of my customers don't seem to be into that. I mean, they are often not about telling their gender or such, and feet are often quite telling about genetics. I got converse ones though. Under 'for the feet'." Ivory tells, sipping at their tea afterwatds.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods, "Converses? Alright, I'm interested" she says as her phone buzzes in her pocket. She ignores it for the moment, more intrigued by the idea of Converses. Maybe not department policy. But....confortable beats that any day really....

Ivory has posed:
Ivory points to the pair they are wearing. "Somethign like those. Though each pair is unique, so you got to look what's available and then grab what you like."