10699/= Evolution is Boom boom boomin'

= Evolution is Boom boom boomin'
Date of Scene:	11 January 2020
Location:	Club Evolution, Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Nick comes in to rest, ends up with the makings of a classroom
Cast of Characters:	Samuel Morgan, Nightingale, Phantasm (Drago), Pixie

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Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Club Evolution is rockin'. It's happening. It's the place to be, the bomb, the bee's leg hinge joints and the cat's sleepwear. Music fills the space that isn't packed full of patrons, on a busy Friday night where it seems half of Mutant Town has decided to let down their hair, fur, tentacles or other cranial appendages. IDs are checked at the door, minors marked with a large X on their hand, as the door staff play the eternal game of cat and mouse against fake ID, both sophisticated and laughably inept. In short, there's people, music and ambiance everywhere.

    And Sam Morgan, Bean to his friends, is not joining in on any of it. He famously does /not/ deal with the club floor except when called down to deal with ... issues. He is up in his domain, the rafters and gantries, laying down new cabling for the new power circuit to be installed. How else is he supposed to install holographic emitters? One of those people who don't feel the need for ladders or safety lines, preferring to climb the gantries like a sailor in a man-o-war, his work is nevertheless up to code. Scrupulously so. Just needs an actual sparky to sign off on it afterwards...

Nightingale has posed:
     Where Bean doesn't deal with customers on the floor, Shannon hasn't got that luxury. Her job is direct interaction with the customers, and while it has resulted in her meeting some fascinating sorts--and indeed, she seems to get along with most of them--once they've had a few drinks, some tend to get a little, well... handsy. She's dressed very modestly, in her robin's-egg blue leggings, white sneakers, and a loose, long, comfortable black tunic top with geometric designs printed all over it in shades of blue ranging from cobalt to peacock, and a few shades in between. The neckline is modest, the fit loose, but that doesn't stop one inebriated patron from making a grab for her. She tries to twirl out of the way, her tray full of empty plates in hand, but it's a bit tricky. All that results is her yelping, and the rather drunk man with the extra means to get handsy--try about two extra means--plucking a few of her flight feathers.

     Shaking her head, she mutters to herself, as she tries to put some more distance in between herself and Mr. Four-Arms. "It's going to be one of /those/ days...."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick traded his jacket for a zippered hoodie that could be tied off if he needed to shed any layers. Underneath, he is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Without the knit cap, the long hair is not held back and runs wild, having a bit of a wave to it. The tired look in his pale blue eyes and the way he carries himself betrays a few more years under his belt than his appearance would indicate but it would be hard to tell with the trouble he's having at the door with the ID check.

The staffer eyes the card, "It says you're 27."

Nick gives a slow nod, "Uh... huh."

"You look 21."

"... Which is still old enough to drink."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn hasn't visited the club in a while, which is a surprise as she really loves the place. She still hasn't given up on starting her own band and did have an opportunity to play once or twice on stage. While she wasn't offered a formal job here, she occasionally helps out, although tonight she is purely here to have fun and dance the night away. The big red x on her hand is kinda annoying though and she makes a face at Shannon  as she steps in, clad in a metallic silver skater dress and black leggings, her shoulder length pink hair tied up in a high ponytail with a simple black scrunched. "Hey guys how's it going? I mean are these X's really necessary? I primes I'll be good!" Yea right.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The four armed man will never know that he's being watched. Glared at. Sized up. A pair of blue eyes peers from above the moment Bean hears the yelp from Shannon. The least false move from anyone now would be... well, they'd certainly be leaving the club in a hurry. Most likely assisted. Possibly not under their own power. Almost certainly horizontal.

    As the situation doesn't seem to develop further, Bean gets back to work. He knows there's been drug dealers hanging around, and from his position high up, and well above the lights, he has the advantage of being able to see without being seen.

Nightingale has posed:
     None too pleased about leaving her feathers around willy-nilly, Shannon just very calmly goes over to Mr. Four-Arms, plucks her flight feathers from his hand--much to his surprise--and steps back, just out of reach, with a sweet smile. "I'm happy to have another server come and bring you those drinks you requested, sir. You know I can't serve alcohol." Of course, Mr. Handsy didn't seem too pleased with this, grumbling as she once more steps out of reach.

     Megan gets a smile and a wing-wave, though her hands are full of serving tray, plus reclaimed feathers. "Hey there, Megan! Sorry about the X, it's rules. Tell you what, though, the root beer floats here can't be beat, and I managed to get the line cook to put my potato skins olé on as a menu special if you like?"

     The 'misunderstanding' by the door garners her attention for a moment, and she peers through the crowd, her smile widening as she recognizes the one coming in. She spares a wing-wave for him, too. "Nick! Hi!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
After a few more moments of holding up the line by the ID guy arguing with Nick over the manner in which he was still legally able to drink, the rocker was able to get his ID back and his hand is unmarred by the ink.

Grumbling a bit and perhaps a bit annoyed, Nick ends up heading straight towards the bar. Well, almost straight. He does end up stopping as he gets stopped by a couple of club goers, one holding out their cellphone. He gives a smile and squares up with the two girls, waiting as the phone girl lines up the shot on her screen.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Grumbling? Honestly my friend? You are going to grumble after plucking the feathers from someone's wing? Oh dear... A pair of eyes once again bores down, mentally marking the second tick Bean has put against that four armed mutant's face. He's very much a three strike kind of natural force. For a moment his gaze shifts further, towards the entrance itself, where he can just make out the man he spoke to the day before. Interesting... Is he here because of his recommendation? Or is he here because he needs to verify where Sam works, so he can feed it back to his handlers? Four arms is off the hook for the moment...

Nightingale has posed:
     With Megan's attention otherwise occupied for the moment, Shannon tends to her duties, and heads in back to lighten the load upon her tray, so when she comes back out it's with an empty tray, a pen behind her ear, and a smile. The recovered wing feathers have become an ornament in her hair, tucked in to the little silver beads on the end of the thin blue braid that hangs down the left side of her face. This seems to irk the customer who plucked them in the first place, who doesn't seem to think much of the service at the club.

     For her part, the winged girl ignores her former customer, glancing briefly up into the rafters with what she hopes is a reassuring smile, and makes her way towards Nick, tapping him on the shoulder. "Hey there! Had no idea you were coming by, how's it going?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The trio lingers in their position as camera girl starts laughing, reaching her other hand to wake up the screen again. A brow lifts, looking at her curiously before the expression switches back, looking to the lens once more.

And waiting...

...waiting...

Selfie taken care of, Nick continues on his quest to the bar, stopping as feels himself being tapped on the shoulder again.

He turns, seeing a familiar face from the shelter. "Hey!" Nick greets, shoving a hand into his pocket as he brings a hand up to push back some of the loose hair that's fallen over his face, "I'm trying to take some time off from working. Schedules and all. Thought I'd hit a club that I haven't worked at and this place was mentioned." He nods to Shannon, "And you? Haven't seen you since the sing-a-long at the shelter with Tim."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's odd how it begins. You could swear that nobody was moving deliberately, and yet within about thirty seconds there is a suspicious empty space around the belligerent and clearly intoxicated four armed man. Several of the regulars give uneasy glances up at the gantries, others look around the club for a figure they know is about to make an appearance. There's no point in warning the four armed mutant. What happens now is inevitable. The keenest eyed would always swear they saw a shadow moving around up there...

    The 'staff only' door near the bar falls shut.

    By now four-arms may have some idea that something is going on. A path has mysteriously opened up, and nearby patrons, especially the regulars, are very pointedly looking /elsewhere/. Bean, an unimposing teenager in dusty black coveralls, strides towards the patron who took things just a bit too far. "You." he points to four arms. "Leave. Now." Surely he's joking?

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn grins and nods to .Shannon, but with all the loud music and a slight headache, she didn't make out all that she said. "It's ok, no worries! How's work? This is cool!" she nods and smiles to Nick. "Hiii! I think I've seen you around before somewhere...Cool party huh?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Whether or not Four-Arms was aware of what was going on is up for debate; his eyes are more than a little glazed. So when the area around him unexpectedly clears out, and patrons look anywhere /but/ in his direction, he may or may not have a clue what fury is about to descend upon him. That fury seems wrapped up in the form of that unimposing teen in stygian coveralls, and a very quiet, deadly /calm/ voice.

     Squinting at Bean, Four-Arms stands to his full, rather imposing 6'7" height, intimidating to say the least, despite the evident wobble in his stance. He must have imbibed a considerable amount, given his size, to reach such a state. The words that fall from his lips, borne on alcohol-laden breath, surely will condemn him to Hades for all eternity.

     "Buzz off, kid. I'm drinking."

     For her part, Shannon just shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was going to get ugly, and she knew it. She also knew better than to try and head Bean off at the pass when he was on a mission like this.

     Yeah, it was time to look anywhere /but/ over at the confrontation in progress, and she smiles to Megan. "Work's pretty good, thanks. That's a sharp dress you're wearing, love it!"

     Nick, too, gets a smile, and she nods, shrugging. "That was a lot of fun, helping out at the shelter. Real nice to see the folks there happy for a little while. Just wish people had the holiday spirit all year 'round, ya know?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick turns his head to look over to Megan, giving a nod. "It's possible." He confirms upon Megan's suspicions, "I get around a lot for work."

There is a pause as the musician glances to the bar makes the rocker do a double take, "Huh. I remember him." Unlike Shannon, he doesn't know to look away. "The thing is, the holiday spirit might be seasonal for some but, you yourself don't have to restrict yourself to just one season."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Honestly, it's hard to blame Four Arms for his bravado. Bean doesn't look terribly dangerous at first glance, and under the influence of alcohol the teen must look like a pretty laughable threat. Of course, the refusal to leave was strike three.

    On the whole, how Bean deals with these situations tends to go unobserved. It's certainly unlikely any camera pointed in his direction is going to record anything intelligible, and anyone who has heard him remove someone before tends not to have a desire to observe the phenomenon too closely. Of course, this time Nick is watching...

    Stepping in as if he means to repeat his demand, the teenager extends his right arm and rather than point or admonish, moves it to the left at the speed of a striking cobra. His right hand seizes the man's upper right wrist, pulls and twists. This is usually where even the most drunk will yelp. His left hand moves as quick as the right, taking a firm hold of the man's right shoulder, digging in his fingers and pulling harshly towards him. At this point, everyone doubles over. Where the shoulder goes, the body follows...

    ... of course, Four Arms has, unsurprisingly, four arms. So holding onto the man's right wrist, Bean vaults up, rolls himself over the man's back and seizes his left lower wrist, pulling both twisted arms behind the man's back until the elbows lock, and then... then he lifts. This is where the whimpering tends to begin, and a great many discover their talent in walking on tiptoe.

    "With me. Now."

    Four Arms does not get a perp walk out to the front door where he could shout his innocence or cause a problem with the bouncers, who have their hands full dealing with the crowd waiting to come in. It's bad PR anyway. No, Four Arms is going the way of all trash, through the staff door and out the back.

    The staff door by the bar falls shut.

    Patrons relax without moving as much as a muscle, returning to their usual pleasantries.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn oohs, "Really? So like, what do you do for work? Are you a musician?" was he performing on stage once? It's frustrating not being able to quite place his face. As for Shannon's compliment, she beams and nods, "Thanks! You're looking pretty sharp tonight too, I hope you get some time off later so we can dance and have some fun!" of course it's hard not to notice Four arms getting his butt kicked by Bean and she winces visibly. "Geez Shannon, your boyfriend's kinda scary sometimes.."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon can't help but smile to herself a little bit, her wings ruffling behind her. She gives Bean a thumbs-up on his way out, and has a funny feeling that patron won't be returning to the club. Ever. Not if he has any ounce of good sense about him.

     Turning back to Nick, she smiles, inclining her head by way of agreement. "Indeed. I'm one of those that chooses not to confine that spirit to one month a year. It's been tempting a few times to go with the manager's girlfriend when she plays for charity, but it feels a little awkward asking. Ah well, there's other ways to volunteer, too."

     Her look to Megan is just pure surprise, her eyebrows lofting. "Wait. You think we're dating?" Shaking her head, she chuckles lightly. "Let's just say I'm not quite his cup of tea, but we're still best buds. And he's very protective of his friends."

     Her look takes in both Nick and Megan now, a warm smile afforded to them both. "Is there anything I can get either of you? I can't serve alcohol, but I could get something virgin, or some food if you like?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's brow raises, observing the rather efficient removal of four arms. "Hmm. Not bad." He comments under his breath, turning to look back to the girls.

"Music and Acting." Nick answers before looking over to Shanon. "I was going to head over to the bar anyways to get a beer. We can say hi to - Bean." Did the kid introduce himself yesterday? Don't know. There was a dog there. A very good dog. The bestest dog. Yep yep. "Come to think of it, where's his dog?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Patrons ejected by way of Bean tend not to return. This is known. Of course, this is because they get a bit of a lecture out back before they are allowed to slink off, but other rumors have spread. The one rumor that Bean buried the offenders in a vacant plot by the club came to a swift end when the spreader of that particular rumor began to be followed around by a spotlight wherever he went on the floor. As an aside, that patron was in fact still a regular, although vastly less eager to spread false rumors about the club these days.

    The result of this is the same, however. The club has a reputation that no trouble is allowed inside its doors.

    The 'staff only' door next to the bar opens and closes.

    Bean did not, in fact, introduce himself to either Kid or Nick yesterday, and it's conspicuous that he's here without Bear. But then the music is quite loud. Possibly the Shepherd wouldn't be too happy. "Sorry about that." he apologises the the assembled trio "Happens rarely these days."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon shrugs, and smiles to Bean. "It's all good. Thanks for taking care of that bozo. There's always one that tries to get a little fresh." Indeed, she wasn't too surprised that Bear wasn't present, not with the crowd and the volume of the music. It would have been pure chaos for the poor pooch.

     She takes a quick glance at the clock, and smiles. "Hope they won't mind if I grab a quick root beer. Can't take too long, though, it's a madhouse out there tonight."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly, face reddened in embarrassment. "Wow really? But I thought....Well, I mean you guys seemed so close and...Ahhh.." she laughs nervously, "Sorry, my bad, I guess!" she shrugs, "Well, I hear the root beer floats are pretty good..I'll try one of those Too!" she glances at Nick and beams, "Ooh a fellow musician? That's so cool! I mean I'm no professional but I hope to start a band one day..It'd be cool to hear you perform here sometime.."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"That's alright." Nick replies, nodding to Bean as they're greeted first with an apology, "The way you handled it." He looks over to Shannon, frowning. "Bad week then. Similar issue happened over at one of the Goodwills a few days ago." He shakes his head.

Glancing back over to Megan he shrugs, "That'd be up to the clubowner and my booking agent as far as performances go. But they've been trying to push me into taking a vacation before filming starts so I'm not sure when I'll be starting back up with music shows."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's not just Bear that's unlikely to be happy among the crowds. Bean is rarely seen when it's this busy, and the teen's eyes are scanning the room constantly, flicking like someone speed-reading a book as he scans faces, postures, positions of hands, items being held...

    "Just a bit of self defense I picked up somewhere." he lies, blatantly, but would it be wise to push him on that? "If everything's okay here, I'll be going back to work." And he does at least look around to Megan and Shannon to make sure they both don't need him to stay for some reason.

Nightingale has posed:
     Bean gets a brief hug, and she steps back, leaving his way clear. Yeah, she knows crowds aren't his thing, but she had to offer something by way of thanks! "I'll make sure to cook up some mac 'n cheese later on, okay?" Best way to thank a gentleman? Food.

     Nick gets a smile, and she tilts her head, considering. "Well... if you have a business card, I could always leave it with the manager and let him know if you're interested. God only knows he's been trying to get me to perform outside of sound checks, but it hasn't happened yet!"

     To Megan, she grins, and hugs the other girl briefly as well. "Hey. It's all good. Friends like him come along once in a lifetime, and I'm damn lucky to have him as one. As for those root beer floats, you got it. I could do with one to settle myself, too, after Mr. Four-Arms there." She grins at both Nick and Megan, stepping back. "And let me tell you, Nick, Megan here has some serious talent. Makes me look pretty pathetic."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn smirks at Bean, "Really, you are way too modest. I mean you're a genius, and you kick ass and you're just a teenager!" she chuckles, "Anyway, how have you been Bean? How's Bear?" she peers curiously at Nick, "Oh wow and a film star too. That is SO cool. Maybe that's where I saw you, on tv? What movies are you in?" she blushes at Shannon's flattery, "Um well I'm not that great...You're pretty darn talented too but..." she giggles, "MAC and cheese sounds good too!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well you picked it up very well," Nick comments on Bean's fighting.

At the mention of a business card, Nick pauses, "Ah right." He slides his other hand into the pocket, reaching in to pull out two cards for Shaw Studios, looking to it. He fiddles a hand around in the other pocket to produce a pen, to scribble a number on the back of one of them.

"I'm not the only act they represent so if this place needs a last minute booking, they'd probably be able to deliver." He gives Shannon the unmarred card.

The card he wrote on is offered to Bean, "The number on the back is my cell, in case you have any more questions to pick my brain with about guitar."

His jaw clenches slightly, "Mostly TV. Just one movie out, the other isn't set for filming til a bit later this year... Weather issues."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's peculiar. You'd expect someone who is so skittish among crowds to flinch when being hugged... but Bean doesn't seem to mind Shannon's hug, seems to half way expect it even. "It's okay. But, if you insist, it'd be bad manners for me not to come and eat it."

    Megan gets one of his famous smiles. "I guess you learn to defend yourself when people think you're smarter than average, true or not." He doesn't speak of these things in public. Ever. And Nick may notice that there is a very critical eye following his hand into that pocket, the shape and size of the objects retrieved noted before there is a fractional relaxation. He accepts the card with a nod. "Danke sehr. Not everyone can say they have a professional session musician as a potential tutor."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Wait, you play guitar as well as piano? Nice! Been picking some up on my own a bit." Shannon smiles a little bit shyly to Nick, ducking her head as she accepts the business card. "I'll get this to the manager and let him know about the other part, too. Thank you, really." It looks almost as if she might ask something else, but isn't quite sure if she should, peering between Bean and Nick for a moment.

     Megan, though, gets a smile, and she nods, having a quick word with the bartender. Soon enough, both girls have a root beer float, in a classic glass mug. "This one's on me, Megan. And we'll see about that mac 'n cheese later at home. But the potato skins olé are pretty good if you've got the munchies, plus there's some other pretty good stuff."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn oohs, "TV shows and one movie? That sounds like a lot.." of course she'd love to get into show biz too, but...She shrugs, watching the exchange between Bean and Shannon thoughtfully. "Oh yeah, you were teaching us about defending against firearms, I-hope I can continue more of those lessons. It would be super cool to learn your style of self defense too, Wow, those were such badass moves!" of course the school teaches basic self defense but each instructor had their own fighting style. "Cool, guitar's pretty fun, it's a lot of work though isn't it? Getting recognized in show biz, making a name for yourself..." too bad she doesn't have connections..However, she is momentarily interrupted by root beer. "Ooh Thanks! This looks great!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick taps the side of his nose. "Maybe more of an advisor of sorts."

He tilts his head over to Shannon's response as an example, also to Megan, "Percussion and Piano are my primaries. The others are more from continued learning and practice. He gives a wry grin, "Including vocal coaching to help expand my range."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Is that a flicker of ... well... something, clearly, in Bean's eyes when Megan mentions the firearms training? Huh. Odd. As the root beer floats arrive, the teenager gives a half bow to his companions and turns on his heel, walking away. "There's some installations I have to finish, if you'll excuse me." Well, not like there's much of a choice, he's already halfway to the door.

Nightingale has posed:
     Well, if there was anybody who knew their business about electronics and lighting, it was Bean. And so she nods, stepping back to take a moment and enjoy the elixir to end all elixirs--at least in her book--winding up with an ice cream moustache for her trouble. So it is with this rather comical effect that she grins at Nick, reaching for a napkin to dab away the evidence of her indulgence in her sweet tooth. "I know it'd be a lot to ask, you're probably pretty busy and all, but if you feel like taking on any students, I'd be happy to learn anything possible about guitar. I trust Bean's judgement on this, so if he's going to you, that counts for a lot."

     She glances over a lot of what Megan's saying, only smiling when it comes to talk of root beer and show biz. "Guess some of it's luck, a lot of it's working your tailfeathers off. There's a possibility I could wind up with an in, but... well, I'm not too sure of my music. If it'd really be anything people want to hear."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn cringes a bit at Bean's reaction. Is he worried she'll get him in trouble or Something? With someone who isn't even connected with the school no less? Arrrghhh...She bites her lip as she watches him leave. "Err..See you later?" with a sigh, she sips nervously on her root beer. "Ummm...I think maybe I should head out soon too. Nice to meet you Nick. See you later Shannon.."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick, who has opted for the more alcoholic beverage, managed to avoid the milk product induced moustache. He sips quietly, considering Shannon's request. A thought of how his friend would react if this turned up during a time he was supposed to be vacationing. The look would be just so-

Nick chuckles, shaking his head. "You know I just ran into him yesterday, right?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles, shaking her head and grinning a bit sheepishly. "No, I didn't know. But having heard you play piano, I already know you're quite good. Anyways, it's not a big thing. Just if you ever decide it's worth a shot, Bean knows how to get in touch with me." Taking a few moments to finish up her root beer float, she allows herself a satisfied sigh, and smiles. "I've got to get back on duty, though. Maybe we'll see you around here a bit more often? It was great running into you."

Just like that, she's wending her way back amongst the crowd, sure in the knowledge of her safety on the job. How could she be otherwise, with an angel on her shoulder in the rafters? Yes, this was a good place to be. It was to her, like to so many others who made this place a favored haunt, a home away from home.