10350/Foodcourt Tinies

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Foodcourt Tinies
Date of Scene: 07 December 2019
Location: Jackson Heights, Queens
Synopsis: Ivory tries to persuade Nadia Pym to sell the secret behind her seemingly endless pocket space.
Cast of Characters: Wasp (Pym), Ivory




Wasp (Pym) has posed:
It's been less than a year since Nadia came to America and she's still taking the time to explore New York. It's a big city after all and when you're on a limited budget it takes a little while to visit all the interesting places. Not that the van Dyne Centre in Jackson Heights is high up on the list of anyones tourist destinations.

On the plus side it's unlikely any of the Russian agents after her will track her down here!

Nadia's outfit does seem to fit in with the location though. A matching ensemble of van Dyne fashion house designer clothing with a slightly less fashionable leather bomber jacket over the top that has an insect wing pattern on the back.

Ivory has posed:
    While not a tourist trap, the Van Dyne Centre does offer ome thing some tourist traps don't: it is a van Dyne operated buisiness and has some of the Janet Van Dyne branded clothing lines on hand in one or another shop. And while not specifially a market opponent of White Persian Cat, it is still a way to check on the current trends set by the illustrious JVD, and so it is a chance for Ivory to check the pulse.

While Ivory's outfit might look odd ar first, one might put it upon winter. Scarf and pullver are not odd for witertimes after all. The cat winter coat, with the mascot persian cat pawing at a snowflake though is some kind of statement. And a beanie with cat ears.

At first they seem to orient themselves, then they aim at the foodcourt, the eyes wandering over the area, a couple moments stopping on Nadia's back, making a mental note about insect wings.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
If Nadia is here for fashion purposes you'd be hard pressed to tell from the stores she's looking in. A few consumer electronics places, the science section of a bookstore and a fast food place from which she buys six hamburger meal deals. All of which seem to vanish into her jacket pockets in a way that's frankly impossible.

Not that impossible has much place in New York with all the superheroes, magic and aliens around.

There's something a little off about her route through the mall too. Every now and again she stops and looks into the glass of a store, then turns and doubles back unexpectedly.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory looks a little startled as she realized he whole bag of hamburgers handed to Nadia over at the other cashier n the foodcourt vanishes into one pocket without muh a shove or bulging pockets. Dang, that must be somewhat special pockets. Bag of Holding? Portable Hole? Something like that would be a hit in jeans pockets and handbags!

A couple minutes Ivory is stuck in the line for their mea - some thai curry - but afterwatds, they try to find that pocket wonderworker again, their own meal in a bag. One they grought apparently, because the shop clearly has no fabric bags with a bunch of white kittens on it making a pile of cute.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
When Ivory resumes looking for Nadia at first there's no sign of her. Almost as if she simply ceased to exist. Then a few moments later a young sounding voice with a faintly Russian accent makes a polite coughing noise. "I don't know who you are," Nadia says quietly. "Or who sent you. But if you're working for /them/ I'd quit now and start running. They don't tolerate failure and there's no way you'll ever catch me when you're so obvious."

Ivory has posed:
    Spinning around, Ivory stares agahst at Nadia, tilting the head. "Them? Eh, I am the only single person in New York I know that can claim they are a them by themselves. How can I not work for myself so them?" they claim, searching in their wallet and producing their drivers License which incidently has an 'either' on the gender entry. And otherwise tell that Ivory Valentine is from Maine. "Or you mean some corporate? Sorry, I am totally self employed. Designer. Jsut thought your back on the jacket looked interesting. And your pockets..."

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"A drivers license isn't exactly hard to forge," Nadia points out, rolling her eyes. "And by them I mean the FSB or people who work for them." She shrugs. "As for my jacket... It's something I made myself and not for sale."

Her attention flicks left and right, checking for people who might be sneaking up on her while Ivory distracts her. "Look if you are who you say you are then it's best if you don't follow me. It's dangerous."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory says, "Eh, What should I do with the FSB? I mean, I am just a silly tiny designer. And while Insects arn't arn't my style I am kinda stunned by the pockets..." Ivory notes, blinking by Nadia's addition. "Ahw, You mean that the pockets are secret russian tech and I can't possibly get someone lined up to make such pockets for my nieche market...""

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"No they're /my/ secret tech," Nadia states flatly. "And certainly not for sale... Besides even if they were I can assure you there's no way you could afford it." She scowls. "And the Russians would kill you for owning it anyway. It's really best if you forget you ever saw me and go back to whatever you were doing."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory sighs and shakes the head. "Too bad, too bad. I could have lined up something with Oracle Inc. But if it's that dangerous, why do you show it off that way?" they ask, glancing over Nadia's shoulder before shrugging a little.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
Nadia Pym can't help but laugh. "Because they already know that I know how to make it work silly," she points out with a shake of her head. "Besides it's New York. No-one really seems to care if you do weird things providing that you don't try talk to them or walk slowly on the subway."

Ivory has posed:
    "But unlimtied pockets would be like what eerybody in New York would pay a boatload to have. Think about it! Postmen would be able to get all the letters with them in one run... that's if they don't have to burden the weight... I mean, that is kind of a portal thingy to some hammerspace, isn't it?" Ivory mentions, making a mental note to inquire at Oracle Inc about stuff like dimensiona pockets.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
Nadia Pym looks blankly at Ivory. "I don't really understand a thing you just said," she admits. "What's a hammerspace? Some sort of Asgardian social media? And why do you think my pockets are unlimited? That's pretty absurd you know. If you shrink something too much it blinks into another dimension entirely and that's a terrible thing for your pockets to do. Besides if you wanted to sell my jacket to everyone in New York you'd be making a net loss per item of.... Uhm..." She moves her fingers, almost like she's counting on them. "At least the price of a small house."

Ivory has posed:
    Now it's Ivory's time to laugh, and she pulls ut her phone opening TVtropes. "Hammerspace is, one sec... Ok, there: Hammerspace is the notional place that things come from when they are needed, and where they go back to when not. The term was fan coined as the place cartoon characters and anime/manga characters would store the overly-large hammers and assorted weaponry they had a propensity for hitting each other with, especially for comedic effect." She quotes, showing off a 3 panel Manga thing that is right there in the article, some girl with impossibly large eyes pulling a sledghammer from a small messanger bag at the side. But then she blinks. "WAit a minute, did you say shrink? That's not hammerspace tech or portal tech or something but you literally shrunk down your burgers?! Wasp style? But... Is it safe to consume them after?"

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"Of course it's safe. I wouldn't have done it if there was any risk," Nadia says shaking her head. "Now if you ate an excess of food while it was shrunk and allowed it to regrow inside you /that/ might be dangerous. But if I can figure out how to make something shrink I'd rather hope I'm smart enough not to do something that would kill me."

She takes another suspicious glance around. "Look I really should get going. You're drawing a lot of attention and if anyone is following me right now.... Well you could be putting your life at risk."

Ivory has posed:
    "Humanity was smart enough to invent guns and thousands other ways to kill themselves." Ivory notes as they shrug. "But if you really need to get going, do so safely. I mean, don't shrink and then get crushed by a car or something. Or get under the wheels of a shoping car. Or ants. I mean, if Honey, I Shrunk the Kids taught me anything then keep away from ants, unless you are Ant-Man I presume."

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"No but my last name is Pym," Nadia points out with a wink. "And when I shrink I'm not quite indestructable but I'm certainly bullet proof. A car wouldn't phase me. The weight is spread over too wide an area to really hurt. But thanks for your concern!" And with that the petite teen offers a wave and then slips back into the crowd.