10620/Quoth the Raven, Drink Some More.

Quoth the Raven, Drink Some More.
Date of Scene:	03 January 2020
Location:	NYU, Archaeology Department
Synopsis:	Nick reconnects with Cindy and Indy.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Indiana Jones, Silk

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Well, with a tour over and an enforced vacation in full effect, Nick is finding himself with a lot of free time. So, what does a rocker do with his idle time? Go clubbing? Hit the bars? Go see a movie? Head to the university? Ha-

Wait, what?

You're kidding.

Well, it seems that the musician has opted to go to an institute for higher learning for the free time. A place of much torment for many who are paying for the priviledge, both before and after an-

Ok Getting on with it.

After a bit of wandering, and asking a few people in the history building, he's eventually found the door to the room he wanted to find. And what should the knitcapped, Goodwill attired musician have in hand? A grocery bag containing mix-and-match six pack of beer he got at a nearby package store. Is he supposed to have it on him? Perhaps not. But what are they going to do? Expel him?

A hand lifts, knocking upon the door bearing Professor Jones's name.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Dr. Jones is currently multi-tasking. The laptop computer is searching the Internet for references to Machiavelli, "The Prince," Florence, the de Medici family, and the convent, the Casa Della Regina Dei Cieli.
He has asked Cindy Moon to chase down any leads for verification. Partly because he wants to see how she manages this part of the research, and partly because he trusts her. And, a little bit of wondering how that eerily-precognitive Spider-Sense of hers functions in a research capacity. In five years...she might know enough to strike out on her own. She reminded him, a little, of Rene Belloq. The Vichy Frenchman had suffered a fate he wouldn't wish on anyone, even though he hated the bastard, but he could not deny Belloq had been smart, intuitive, and quick to act.
Rest in peace, Rene, even though I know you're not getting any where you've gone...
He looked up at the knock on the door, and looked to Cindy. "Cindy? Could you get that?"

Silk has posed:
Cindy, for her part, had been considering a faint tingle for the past twenty minutes. It had gotten a little stronger by the time there was a knock on the door. It didn't startle her. In fact, the tingle didn't indicate imminent danger, perhaps nothing more than discomfort with the situation.

"Yes, Sir. Be alert. Just in case." She moves with decidedly cautious actions as she opens the door, keeping herself between the visitor and Indy.

"Mmmyeeesss?" There's a faint look of mischief about her expression, as she answers the door like this was some sort of gothic horror movie.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the door opens, Nick is standing there, hands wrapped around the bag as he has seemed to have developed a sense of 'Oh look something shiny' as he's looking down the hallway. Perhaps it's a random piece of decor on the wall, or maybe it's an appreciation of the architecture. Whatever the reason, the sound of the door opening is what draws his attention back to the entry way to look up to the p-

His eyes instead end up looking down a bit towards another familiar face. "...Cindy, right?"

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy looks up. He knows that voice. It had come frrom a large raven, that was also a person. A person who had left his bank card behind.

"Better let Nicholas in, Cindy." Another superhuman. Supernatural, or simply powered like Cindy? Although there was nothing simple about her powers.
Stacked up against Nick with his dream-jumping skills and Cindy's spider-powers, Simply Not Dying wasn't all that much of a much.

Silk has posed:
Cindy squints one eye, crinkling her nose as she watches the knit-hatted young man. "A'right but if he tries to steal anything shiny, I'm w--" Yikes. No. "I'm gonna clobber him like a spider monkey."

Cindy moves out of the way. "Won't you come in?" she asks with every bit of a congenial tone and expression. Perhaps too much so.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick tilts his head looking around Cindy as he hears Indy's voice before loooking back to the professor's companion. "Thank you," he replies to the invitation in, stepping in, looking over the professor and then to Cindy, "Glad to see you two made it back in one piece."

He holds up the bag, "And I'm here to make good on my offer." He glances inside, "However, it occurred to me that specifications were not provided."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy closed the laptop, a relatively new thing among the very old. Except for the young heroes, of course.
"I wondered if you were going to get the card back, or just get a new card." He paused. "And I didn't see the point of sharing the details of how I got it. I know something about the value of privacy, especially for a celebrity...of sorts." He stands up. "Truth is, I wasn't expecting to see you again. I figured you had your own life to deal with." He walks over to a table with mounds of papers, shifting them to a desk already cluttered with texts. "Have a seat."

Silk has posed:
"Glad to see you without the beak 'n stuff," Cindy chimes in cheerfully. "I didn't know how to talk to you before. Like how do you keep eye contact with someone who's looking in two directions at once? Besides the fact that I just kept wanting to look at your great big, gorgeous uh... wings."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Funny thing was I almost did replace the card but, well. Shit happens. Time flies, Oh hey, a card in the mail."

Nick moves over to one the spare seats not covered in stuff, setting the bag down on the chair before reaching in to pull out a mix and match six pack of beer. "I didn't know what you like so I got a few options. Two Stouts, Two Lagers, and Two Ales."

He turns, setting the six pack on the nearest desk with empty space, pausing to look over at Cindy. "Same as when you're talking to a person with a lazy eye. Look to the eye that's looking right back at you."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Jones shrugs and takes one bottle. He's not driving, after all. And he's been in drinking contests with Marion. "So, apart from the drink, what brings you here, Nick?" He rests against his desk, uncapping the bottle using the edge of the desk.

Silk has posed:
"Right, but you never know what that other eye might see that you don't," Cindy replies. "Don't tell me your other eye wasn't looking for somethin' shiny."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well, I figured since you're back, I'm not booked solid so there's a LOT of free time now, there's not much harm in checking to see how your trip went." Nick replies, taking the bag off the chair so he can sit in it,

The musician looks over to Cindy, "I think the other eye was more trying to figure out where the hell I got ejected to. Sorry for, uh, the word bubble thing. Sometimes kind of go into a different mindset when using that power. The raven tends to be the silliest of the three."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy raises a hand. "Well, I'm glad you made it back. I'm sorta glad we all did. We landed in China, got in a shootout, met a mad warlord looking for immortality, discovered a hidden valley, met a goddess, saw the mad warlord destroy a peach orchard, and sent him down a mountain where he is communing with tons of rock until he dies in two years. It's been a full week."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
A brow raises. The performer is quiet, processing the cliffsnotes version of everything that happened.

"Hmm." Nick starts, breaking the pause, "But at least there weren't Nazis."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy rolls his eyes. "I've have enough of Nazis to last me THREE lifetimes. Anyway, I'm sure as Hell not drinking alone." He points to the six (now five) pack. "And maybe you can share how a rock-and-roll singer learned how to jump into dreams?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Following prompt, Nick hops out of the chair to grab a Guinness still available in the six pack, borrowing Indy's desk for uncapping service, "Well, considering the rock background, would it surprise you that drinking is very much a factor in the story?"

Silk has posed:
"I thought drinking was very much a factor in every story involving a rocker," Cindy muses, taking an ale and pulling the cap off without a second thought. She flips the cap over in her hand and examines it, before she takes a sip.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy nods. "Isn't that one of the things you have to agree to when you get in a band? Agree to excess of at least one controlled substance or intoxicant?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick chuckles, taking his drink over to the chair, "Well let's see. Quickest way to explain..."

"We w-" Nick pauses, the smile fading quickly, "Uh. I ended up burying a couple bandmates and was kind of in a bad place mentally. And uh, I ended up going back to Gotham. Ended up frequenting this one bar. Utterly empty, just me and the bartender. Every damn night."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy doesn't speak, although he's buried more than his fair share of friends, relatives, colleagues...and loves. He just nods, letting Nick vent for himself without interrupting. He had never liked interrupters.

Silk has posed:
Cindy's expression turns somber as Nick begins to relate his story. She looks, instead, down into the mouth of her bottle, and swirls it slowly as she listens.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"And well, One day he just asked if I could make things better just a little would I?, I said yes. He gave me a drink, shook my hand, said something and-" He lifts up a hand, swaying it side to side before swinging it foward, stopping it parallel to the floor, "Wham. Woke up in a closed bar."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy raised one eyebrow. "And this is when the powers started kicking in, right?" He takes another sip of his ale, listening thoughtfully.

Silk has posed:
Cindy looks from Nick to Indy, and back to Nick again. Stories of how someone came to be who they are have always fascinated her.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yep. One big dream travel for dummies book crammed in the head and some additional side effects with no explanation beyond that..."

Nick takes a swig of his beer.

"Sometimes, there isn't a why. Weird shit just happens."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy shakes his head. "Sorry, Nick. I don't buy it. I doubt someone just throws around power like that without some sort of agenda. You may not know what it is, but that doesn't change the fact. I know why I'm the way I am, but I acquired them for doing something for the right reasons. So you'll have to deal with me not quite believing someone decided to just toss that kind of power your way."

Silk has posed:
Cindy shrugs into her hoodie and nestles down inside it. She has no viable input over the agendas of those with power who can share it. But she's learning a great deal in the conversation that won't be forgotten, and might come in handy someday.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Ok then... let me rephrase." Nick replies.

He clears his throat unecessarily, "Sometimes- you don't GET a why."

The musician's head tilts, "Better? "

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy thinks for a moment, then says, "I'm not judging any part of this. I'll compromise with you. Maybe you don't have a 'why'...yet."