10689/They Got The Meats!

They Got The Meats!
Date of Scene:	10 January 2020
Location:	Arby's, Eastchester
Synopsis:	They came for the meats, they left with a few lessons
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Kid, Samuel Morgan

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If anything can be said of New York weather this week, it's been reasonably consistent. Maintaining temperatures in the mid to low 30s, indoor activities are gradually getting more and more popular. The Arby's is no exception as there's still a cluster of persons enjoying their meals even though the peak lunch hour has finished and the line is now short.

Several tables are open but one corner of the restaurant seems to have had more merciful patrons utilizing it as the tables on that end are actually decently clean when they leave.

It is for that reason that Nick has opted to sit at one of the tables in that area. No big meal in front of him. Just a large cup of coffee, a small non-lined notepad and a pencil. Is he working on his next album? No! Instead, he's sketching away. And what is it he's sketching? The very hand holding the pencil he's sketching with.

... Yeah I don't get it either.

Kid has posed:
Nothing said food like a preferably empty reastraunt...well emptier. Less minds to deal with, less emotions too. Humans can be volatile things...as can he. It simply better this way. None the less, Kid was in one of his illusionary disguises - this one an obviousely mutant teen.

And well, despite the weather, he was wearing torn up jeans, and equally messed up shirt. His sneakers faired no better, and he certainly wasn't dressed properly for cold weather. Not that anything would fit him wello Despite this he seemed unbothered...and overall just...angry looking.

Still, he wasn't hostile, just his general aura. He went up to the counter, stareing down at the clerk with a resting kill face. But all he did was turn a dial on his watch...and started to Sign in ASL. As he did so, a synthetic male voice can be heard saying "Yea, 5 orders of your spicy burgers and fries, the one with eggs. And large soda." the clerk nods and Kid than signs "Thanks"

And with that, he went and just plopped down at the table directly next to nick, the chair groaning in protests. He glances over to Nick briefly, his eyes wandering to the sketch.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    When you attend a private school for teenagers with certain abilities, the curriculum gets a bit weird. And when weird is the baseline, the homework of the 'special' students tends to get downright... well, no other way of putting it, bizarre. Unusual, certainly. Possibly there's no other school out there who would set a student the task of successfully ordering and eating a meal in a fast food place without causing collateral damage or generate some kind of disturbance. Given that Sam, Bean to his friends, is on his own and seemingly unsupervised as he walks in, he must be in the advanced class.

    Well, not entirely alone. A young German Shepherd trots by his side, wearing the telltale yellow high visibility vest of an accredited service animal, as well as the almost obligatory red bandana around his neck.

    When he gets to the front of the line, having surveyed the restaurant as he entered, eyes resting for a moment on each and every patron, the teenager glances up at the menu and then puts in his order. "Two double stack Impossible Burger meals, Pepsi max, large." It's a fairly common order... or it would have been, were it not that his voice is betraying no emotional inflection whatsoever, and his eyes seem to look straight through the clerk, at a point two inches behind the man's skull. Acknowledging that the order has been correctly entered with a smile that doesn't quite reach those unsettling blue eyes, the teen turns on his heel as if he's on parade and walks over to the cleaner tables.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The sketch, while of an odd subject is very detailed, shading, knuckles, tendons and all. Just HOW long has he been here sketching?

The pencil stops its moving at the sound of the creak of the chair. Pale eyes look over towards Kid's illusion. "Man these chairs are old." Nick comments.

The performer's eyes shift, looking to the dog. He gives a slight smile as Samuel comes over with his service animal. "Nice dog."

Kid has posed:
Kid grunts with a growl before signing 'Eh. No older than any other chair. Always happens with me' comes the synthetic voice. The details hand was impressive...it gave him some ideas. He did love playing illusionary tricks, but for now, he let it be.

His eyes glance over Samuel, not seeming to register much emotional. The little fella may as well be a brick. His eyes than looks to the dog...and well, he actually can communicate with animals. So he just telepathicaly ask the doggo ("What's up with the shrimp?"). Sure normal animals were not as intelligent as people, but they are far from dumb.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Just how Sam and Bear sit down may reveal an extraordinary amount about the pair. The teenager sits facing the door, rather than turn his back to any possibly avenue of threat, while Bear sits down attentively between him and any other patrons, delineating a clear limit of personal space. Nick gets a brief nod for his praise and obviously impeccable sense of canines "Thank you. As I keep telling him, he is a very good boy." A hand drops down onto the Shepherd's neck, who otherwise doesn't seem to be paying much attention to anyone else.

    Until, of course, Kid asks Bear a telepathic question. That gets the canine to look at him, head slightly tilted. ("Bad people. Nightmares of bad things. Human sees and hears things bad people have done. Needs space, or human turn into bad person too. Human is good human. Bear good dog, best dog.")

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"There's a reason why dog is just the letters in God switched around." Nick comments, "They're practically angels to begin with."

Kid's synthetic voice responding draws Nick's attention away as he turns to give Kid an apologetic look, "Oh." He gives an apologetic look, "Sorry. I didn't mean to imply th-" He pauses, not really sure if there was a way to finish the sentence that wouldn't make things worse.

Kid has posed:
The way Kid raises aneyebrow suggest he doesn't really get why Nick is apologizing. He signs 'Imply what? That I'm heavy? Let be a bit honest here. This ain't exactly a secret' he gives his own belly a slap...granted it doesn't sound like fat, but pure muscle. He stretches the shirt tearing a bit more. He glances to the staff...he can already here thoughts of wondering if he can pay.

As if on instinct he just takes a money clip and slides it onto the table, as if already ready to pay. It quells any other thoughts of not paying.

He looks to Sam a moment and signs 'Heh, well, seems like Bear ended up with a very nice human' not that Sam had mentioned the dogs name. He none the less could understand Sams needs to some degree. 'He seems like best dog' echoing Bears thoughts.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is, of course, a name tag on the collar that every dog is required to wear in New York. So although Sam's eyes narrow for a moment at Kid's familiarity, he decides to chalk it up to good eyesight. And going to a school full of mutants has certainly accustomed him to the other teen's appearance, not taking the extruding canines and seemingly aggressive exterior as a sign of overt aggression. "Absolutely the best dog. Saved my life."

    No hint of a lie there, or even of exaggeration.

    Seeing the money clip appear makes the teen glance towards the counter for a moment, size up the staff, and then returns to a posture of studied neutrality. "Are you an artist?" he asks of Nick, nodding to the drawing. "It seems very correct."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick tilts his head, "Yeah but still, just not so-" He shakes his head. There's really no way to continue that topic without digging a hole so he latches on to the question gratefully.

He looks down to his sketch. "Depends on who you ask," Nick replies, cracking a slight smile, "I just like to draw from time to time. Art wise, I get paid more for the performing variety. Never for drawings."

Kid has posed:
Kid shrugs lightly. His nose flairs as he smells the beef cooking in the back. Make him rumble rather happily, as he just lets the topic die as it where. He signs 'So your like a magicion or somethin? Or wan of them stupid sitcom folks?' he asks rather bluntly. 'Still looks neat though. Hehehe, thought bout making it dance for fun. Like uh Thing Addams. Yea know the hand from Addams family?"

He looks to the dog, he wouldn't have minded petting him. But if what the dog and Sam say are true, than he knew just how true the statement was. Makes him wish he had a dog sometimes.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There are limited reasons why someone would have a licensed service dog like the Shepherd. Sam is clearly not blind, seems to hear just fine and suffers no visible physical impairment. The only other reason someone would be allowed the company of a fully trained animal is firmly in the realm of the mind. Bear would probably not mind being petted, but it's bad form to fuss an animal that's working. For his part, Bear leans slightly into Sam, as if just to reassure the human that he's there.

    "I'm afraid I'm with my solid friend here on the issue of sitcoms." A nod to Kid as Sam addresses Nick. "A vapid waste of time and mental energy. But please don't let me impugn your professional sensibilities with such a bold statement if your talents are of the thespian nature." What teenager talks like that?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's smile remains. "I don't perform magic shows." He replies.

...
Well, not intentionally at least.

"And no on the sitcoms. But, I have been in a few tv dramas." Nick glances back down to the notepad, turning the page to a clean sheet. "And I play music a bit too." He considers the two, "Is school still on break?"

Kid has posed:
    Kid eyes flicker to Nick a moment before he signs 'Never attended school in my life. Never plan too. It is dumb. Though have taken some turtoring to uh....figure out society.' THOSE were some helluva annnoying classes. But least it got him to figure out the concept of money and personal space.
    He than looks to Samuel 'I rather like working on cars, or other nitnacks. It like a giant puzzel.' he tells the other teen, before he back on Nick "Music? I LOVE music! Violin, drums, guitars. Not much of a player, cept in imagination. But music is good." his lips curl into a smile that just made him look ready to smash a skull happily 'Specially breaking them sometimes. All good stuff rolled into one. What kind you play?'

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I've recently picked up the guitar." And that is, it seems, as far as Sam is going to allow himself to be drawn on the subject of music. Perhaps it's too personal, hard to tell. He might just not like talking. Certainly the counter gets another look, which may begin to alarm staff. It's the kind of look a predatory reptile reserves for its prey.

    As for school? Well... luckily he's not wearing the Xavier hoodie today. That would have been awkward if this assignment had gone wrong. "I was excused class for my regular appointment with a medical professional." His tone makes it clear that's also the last he'll say on that subject. "But your concern for my intellectual welfare has been noted."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Ah. Homeschooled too, eh?" Nick assumes, pausing to take a sip of coffee while Kid expresses his interests, "Add piano and vocals to your list, and you have what I typically work with." Nick replies, ignoring the sketch pad for now, "My main source of income is as a session musician so I try to make sure I remain marketable as one."

He looks to Sam, opting not to dig into the medical comment. HE wouldn't like it if people were asking about his appointments so, why dig into some kid's? "Are you liking the guitar so far?"

Kid has posed:
    Kids eyes seem to twitch, his face contorting as he considers the question. He gives a curt sign of 'Close enough' with his hands balling into fists. He seemed to display...an excess of emotions and didn't seem like he wanted to continue on that path. He decides to stick with music 'Piano is nice. Hmmm. Oh yea. Last yea, sat outside a clubs window one night. Not sure who was playing, but between that and the falling snow, it was heaven'

A sever finally comes with about three trays of food. She asked "Alright, who is for who?" assuming they were all togeather. And in fairness...it did seem like that.

But kid eyes shift to her and he signs 'That's all for me.' she looked surprised, but set it all down anyways. But it looks like she was heading to pick up the other orders as well.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The smell of food coming closer has Bear look in the direction of the server before they arrive. But as delicious as that smells, he's a Good Boy and doesn't go anywhere. He's wearing the Bright Thing, and that means he needs to wait until his human tells him it's okay to do something.

    "Ever been to Club Evolution?" Sam asks as a strange non-sequitur. "You might like the music there. And their chairs may creak but nobody is going to care. It's in Bushwick, can't miss it." Mutant Town... now what would a teenager like him have been doing there?

    "My music teacher asked me to listen to music I've never listened to. I've actually managed to find a song I liked, and I've been practicing..." talking about music makes Sam seem almost normal, finally showing a bit of actual emotion. "Been practicing two, actually. Don't know which one to perform. One's slightly less suited for acoustic, but I could fix that with a microphone and some custom electronics."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Hmm. Remember the name of the club you heard the music at?" Worth asking. Who knows? Maybe Nick knows the player. Or maybe he doesn't and it's someone that might be looking to join and SHOULD join the studio roster for session work.

When the waitress comes over, looking around, Nick shakes his head, lifting up the cup of coffee in demonstration of already having what he ordered.

He glances over towards Samuel. "If I have to decide between two songs for a set list, I usually try to pick which one I think the audience will like more. Varies venue to venue."

Kid has posed:
Kid chuckles and signs "Been there? I WORK there! As a bouncer. Usually during the dead shift or lighter shifts, where the more rowdy might show up." he cracks his knuckles "A fella named Samuel got me the job there...with a few uh...stipulations" he signs. "Like no feeding on folks without permission. That kinda crap"

He considers Nick, breezing over his statement like it was a throw away comment. He seemed rather comfortable with himself. "Hmmm...think it was the Blue Bird club, fancy place if you don't mind them hidden away holes. No idea about the muscian or inside - I ain't a peoples person." hence why he good at throwing people out.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "That helps, thank you." Sam nods to Nick. Of the choices he had, there was one song far more appropriate to his audience than the other. More so than perhaps might seem the case at first glance.

    "I work there too." Now Kid gets a genuine smile, which seems strangely out of place on the teen's face. "Usually up on the gantries, doing the lighting or fixing some faulty wiring. But I help out with the ehmm... more troublesome customers if they start nonsense inside the club. Sam's a good guy, got me the job too. Part time, of course." There might or might not have been rumors among the staff about the electrician that rarely shows his face on the club floor. Most of those will involve customers that left the club at speed and fully horizontal.

    Finally, his food arrives, and Sam looks at the mighty spread of a feast for which he has, in his opinion, paid far too much. "Mhmm... maybe I should have ordered something with actual meat..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Feed? Nick blinks, turning his head to look out the window verifying that the sun is indeed still out. Ok, probably not a vampire. But then again, of the ones he's met, only one was a real jacka-

"Hmm. Blue Bird..." He repeats the name, committing it to memory, "I know the regular player at the Blue Lady but, not the Blue Bird."

The complaints regarding the food causes for the musician to crane his neck to look to items in question, "It's cheap. It tastes ok. It keeps you from passing out." He shrugs, lifting up his coffee again. "Good enough for me."

So says the one who did not order any actual FOOD.

Kid has posed:
"Eh. I'm used to eating out of dumpster. So this here. this be nice" Kid signs...before he digs in. He had no problems eating every bite of food...and he notable held it quite close, as if he was highly protective of his food. Still inbetween bites he does continue with the converdsation "And cheap? This stuff tastes AMAZING! Trust meh, you want cheap, go to gotham and visit Belly Buster. Now that cheap food. You may as well eat cardboard with more flavor."

He already polished off 2 of the 5 burgers. "Heh, well maybe we should show each other what we can do. I always wanted to mess with them lights" he admits to Samuel. He considers Nick "Blue Lady...that one...hmm. It rings a bell, maybe I am confusing places"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "You're right, it's not too bad." Sam agrees before taking his first bite. Possibly he's eaten worse. Luckily it turns out that he hasn't lied just now, because his slightly cautious taste of the food confirms that it has, at least, enough flavor to be considered better than some of the things he has in fact eaten before. Clearly it's a welcome surprise, and the next bite is far less cautious... although he does let the bun open up a bit more than normal as if to check to make sure nothing has been slipped into the burger that shouldn't be there. "There's... reasons why I shouldn't go to Gotham. But if one of those ever opens up in New York, I'll give them a try."

    He eyes Nick again for a moment, catching the man's glance out the window. Shows that he indeed picked up on that comment from Kid, which tells Sam that this man is not as casual as perhaps he would like to appear. But it's the larger teen that gets a response after Sam's mouth is empty again. "Please don't mess with the lights. I've finally got them all working the way they should."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"It's a jazz place in Bludhaven," Nick offers in case that helps Kid determine if he had the name right the first time around or not "Kind of a 20s-30s vibe inside."

His attention shifts over to Sam's seemingly change of heart regarding the sandwich quality. "Surprise. There's actually meat in those. Not much, but some."

He sips his coffee, not offering any further statements that may deter the younger diners from eating their chosen food. Instead, he sips his coffee, glancing back out the window.

After a few moments, there's the telltale ring of a Nokia that emits from his pocket.

Kid has posed:
Kid grunts and signs "It not like I am going to break them. I may not be a genuis" he may be "But I got a thing for tech. It uh...what me and my pa bonded over you can say" he signs, though seemed perhaps suddenly a bit saddened. But it seemed quickly pushed away and that brutish exterior he was dropping just came back full fledged.

He glances to Nick "Hmm. Not there. Fun place though if you like to go vampire on some vampires" he chuckles as he signs that. "But it sounds like my kinda place. May check it out"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I can understand that." Sam looks over to Kid for a moment, his expression somewhere between regret and understanding. Some skeletons in that closet too, clearly. "Next time I'm on shift, come on up. Sam wants me to look at installing holograms, and I could use a second opinion on it." He too may or may not be a genius. But clearly someone expects him to be able to figure out holographic emitters, so...

    He gives a glance at Nick's phone, still in the man's pocket, a moment or two before it actually rings.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick reaches into his pocket to pull out a rather old looking Nokia, the tiny screen smushed save for one corner. The crystals under the screen giving a bit of a smear look. The answering process stalls slightly as Nick arcs a brow at Kid's comment regarding the Blue Lady. "...What?"

The phone keeps ringing. Nokia don't care. It's a Nokia.

Pressing the button, Nick brings it up to his ear, still giving Kid a curious glance, "Yeah?"

Kid has posed:
Kid grins and chuckles. There was something just...unsettling about the way his lips curled to reveal the full extent of those canines, clearly capable of even puncturing a human skull. Something utterly...not human about him or the way he thinks. He simply signs "Don't worry about it." yes it was daylight, and yes he was very casual about his words. It almost like he enjoys taunting folks, or making them second guess what they heard. Almost like a game to the strange oversized teen.

"Wait...did you say Holograms? CHILLIE BEANS" he signs in exclamation. Not a common phrase or maybe a misign. "Always wanted to work with holograms. Can't find any decent books on it though. WHich is infuriating. I more delt with the hardware junk. You know, getting physical componets to go. Ever been to a robot fight where the robots tear each other apart? Those kinda things"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "If there's any good books about holographic technology, I haven't found them yet. Didn't even get a mention in ESU's physics module. Got greater hopes for MIT, but I'm not holding my breath. Sure we can figure it out ourselves." Which at least seems to imply that Sam is supremely confident of his own abilities. "Never been to a robot fight, no. Aren't those illegal?" Of course, he smiles as he says it, showing that he really doesn't care.

    "Maybe in a few weeks I can show you the Honda Shadow I've been restoring. Wouldn't mind driving that to the club."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick frowns slightly as he listens to the person on the other end. Looks like a certain piano player got in trouble ... again. "Alright. I'll head back." He responds, glancing to the phone to hit the end call button.

"Work calls." He simply says, sliding the phone into his pocket before closing up the sketchbook, "Enjoy your lunch."

Kid has posed:
Kid grunts "Not at all. Though if you ever want ta put the Shadow in a car race....." he signs with a grin. This teen clearly had no qualms with the law himself. None the less he looks to Nick and waves before signing "Sounds like trouble. Just knock their teeth out" he recommands to the departing muscicion

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "... Then I'd win without effort, 'cause the Shadow is a beast of a bike." Sam grins now. It's not quite as unsettling as Kid's, but it has a rather unsettling quality when paired with his eyes. The grin fades as Nick makes his apologies, and the teen nods. "Thank you for the talk, and the advice."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Sketchbook in hand, Nick shifts to his feet, reaching for the cup. "Oh, no. I have to take over his turn tonight at the club."

Apparently where a person can vampire a vampire. Great.

Things collected, Nick gives a parting wave before heading out.