10574/Home Sweet Hjolm

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Home Sweet Hjolm
Date of Scene: 29 December 2019
Location: Club Mjolnir, Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch




Quicksilver has posed:
Because it was a slow day, and as an apology for not being around all that much in general for Wanda, Pietro decided it would be a fantastic idea to take her out to the new Viking-themed nightclub...Club Mjolnir? H ethinks thats what its called. He seems to be quite annoyed though that for some reason, someone named the club after Thor's hammer, like his ego could get ANY bigger.

Nonetheless, Pietro practically scooped Wanda up in his arms and ran her over to the club itself in the timespan of about five seconds. Hope she was at least well-dressed! If not, who cares, Pietro's not exactly dressing to impress either -- unless you consider track jackets to be high fashion.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
A slow day in the middle of that slow week between Christmas and New Years, where the flood of time is practically frozen over like an Antarctic lake, makes any diversion from staring at the wall or trying to reorganize notes and books welcome. Because those dull tasks need to be done, and she really would rather not. Out they go, then, with the auburn-haired witch at least trying to fit in a little with a few more buckles on her boots and a dress slashed this way and that at the skirt because why not. She doesn't share Pietro's horror.

"You have to know it would be popular," she murmurs as the bouncer essentially ignores their presence until much too late. "Being a god sells. Same as the star-spangled shield or the billionaire playboy moonlighting as a hero." An arm slung over Pietro's neck, she is incredibly calm about not being on her feet or dumped in a barrel somewhere. It's possible he yet might.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro looked at Wanda as he still carried her and yes, this place was extremely popular. He never quite understood Wanda's desire to be fashionably accurate wherever she went, and no, Pietro does not think that poor Thor is an actual God with a capital G. Seems strange that he would be one, he can bleed, after all.

But Pietro's argument on religion is another matter entirely. "Yeah, I guess your right. Good publicity and all that." He does gently put Wanda back down on her feet, though. After all, he was only the superhuman taxi cab.

Truth be told, Pietro's been carrying her everywhere for....well, forever really.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Popular with heaving bodies and eager tourists, the strange combination of fame and banality blending together in an irresistible siren's song for the average person. Which probably explains why Pietro and Wanda are here just like everyone else, trying to find some kind of place to sit. She lands lightly on her feet and wraps her arm around her twin's, pulling him towards a space that is very, very clearly occupied. Until it isn't, five feet out from where they are. The joys of paying at one's table with a Bluetooth-enabled device must not be overlooked.

"What would -we- have, if we inspired a venue? Would it be food delivered before someone even asked or a great sphere of lightning and time accelerating?" she asks, positing that before Pietro might pull a face and earn a look from one of the bartenders with a forked beard and plenty of semi-authentic tattoos. "Or the drinks? Would they all be red for me and blue for you? It would take a great deal of curacao to make that happen."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro is tugged along, something that is not quite surprising to him whatsoever, but he is rather amused by it. Eventually, he picks up his pace a little bit more so he's more in-line with Wanda's own movements. But then she's talking non-sense! Even when the people who are totally in their pre-determined spot get up to leave, Pietro's attention is on Wanda, but he ends up laughing.

"Wanda, I don't know if owning a restaurant or even having a specialty drink is anywhere in our future." He laughs but a little, before he speaks again. "But the drinks would be a bit nice. Though I don't know if I want to be the best waiter on the planet, help everyone in seconds and make sure they're pleased enough to not want anything for hours." he shrugs a second, before being a gentleman and helping Wanda into her seat, if she allows. "Why, you thinking of something like this, or are you just messing with me again?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The departing guests leave warm seats, just a pair of them around the stubby end of a long boat. Easy for them to leap in and right the boat, so to speak, and enjoy the results thereof. She swings her leg up to make it into said boat, disregarding the fact the design allows anyone to slip in without bouncing over the wall.

"You, a waiter?" Mirth strikes a laugh freely out of her. "I do not think I can imagine it so clearly as you can. You would have more patience for it than I would. The first complaint for a free meal, I would send them out on their ear." Not daring to make that a reality, she reaches for the menu curiously. "Is everything on order here roast meat, mead, or ale? You had such a look of longing when we came in, it seemed appropriate to raise the idea. Just in case."

She's serious for about ten seconds, which is a lifetime in the Pietroverse, isn't it?

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro didn't mind the warm seats, just helped him get toasty a little bit better. What? It was kind of cold in here. He's five seconds from lending his jacket to Wanda, even though she probably has some sort of spellcraft in play to keep herself eternally warm or something of that nature. Pietro just -knows- Wanda at this point.

But at the same time, he would not be surprised if it wasn't the case.

Nevertheless, Pietro seems to chuckle for a moment and those ten seconds? Feels like an hour to Pietro, but he slows down his perception a little bit so it doesn't look like Wanda is staring at him for a long time. But eventually, he speaks again. "I'm totally fine with roast meat. Were you hoping for tofu?" he teases Wanda ever so casually. "and I don't know about me having patience. By the time it took them to get a sip of their drink done, I've already ran and done grocery shopping and come back."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The long list of entrees is largely confined to meat. There may be other products, but fish, beef, pork, and chicken naturally feature highly along with a dizzying array of bread and cheese alternatives. Those she latches onto, her finger tracing down the lines of text and puzzling through the odd Norse, Icelandic or Norwegian translations. With her head down, tilting slightly, her expression becomes dimmer under the dancing shadows of false torchlight and other appealing elements of the club.

"You are totally fine with it? Very good, otherwise we might have to sneak out. I know a good soup and salad restaurant not far away," she replies, "though unlikely to be open at this hour. But consider it, as a fun thought exercise. What would something made in your image look like? A white spire two hundred meters in the air?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro looks at Wanda for a loooooong moment. He was not amused at her humor about getting soup and salad. Perhaps unlike Wanda, Pietro was almost one-hundred percent a carnivore. He loved meat, especially good ole fashioned Ribeyes. But that was a topic for another time, perhaps.

Instead, he shrugs. "Much as I love myself, I'm not Tony Stark-levels of narcissism. Don't really need a giant building. But if someone wants to name a bridge or child after me, I won't object." because Pietro has STANDARDS dammit!

"What about you? You think you have something you would want in your image?"