10791/Welcome to the Gang, Piper

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Welcome to the Gang, Piper
Date of Scene: 19 January 2020
Location: P3, Avalon Heights
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Piper Halliwell, Buffy Summers, Nightingale, Samuel Morgan




Piper Halliwell has posed:
It's a little past ten in the morning. Piper's turned P3 into a club for non drinkers. The alcohol's stashed away. The bar's got every sort of non alcoholic drink anyone could care to order. Mocktails to soda, water to fruit juices to root beeer, it's all here. Piper's doing her bartending thing. It's chilled out, the pulsing nightclub music is gone, replaced with lazy relaxed music. There's a fair few people in P3, as Piper's trying something new with it. She's serving up soft drinks at this precise moment, and nods. "See" Piper offers with a smile to the teenaed kid who proffered a GSU ID, "You're 18. Okay, you pick what you like, but no alcohol, okay?" Piper asks. The guy picks out a root beer and settles at a table with a grin. Piper's enjoying this more than dealing with hranging drunks honestly...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers can't wait to turn21 but she'll have to wait a couple more days before tuft old Piper will serve her drinks. Oh well. She yawns and stretches as she steps into P3, smiling and waving to Piper as she heads for the bar. "Morning Piper, how've you been?" She glances around, noticing the younger crowd. "So still refusing to serve me alcohol even though I'm 21 in a few days?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper grins to Buffy, "Nah, you missed the flyers all over the area? I've had this in mind for a while. Kids like to be somewhere safe. So I figured why not P3?" she offers with a grin. "Soft drinks, fruit juices, and that sorta thing. So what're you up to today?" Piper asks Buffy as she hops the bar and sits at it, facing the Slayer.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers grins, "Nah, I saw your flyers, that's kinda cool...Just that I was hoping to have a real drink, now that I'm practically 21!" she shrugs, sitting at the bar, "Well how about a mock Tail? But tomorrow I hope that I can have a special celebration..So how have you been, Piper? It's been a while.."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper grins, "Good" she offers and nods. "Mocktail, it is" she adds. She's got that gleam in her eye. It's like she's determined to make the slayer laugh and anyone else...so she sets about making a mocktail. In goes water, some ice, some other things, a bit of this, a bit of that, a slice of lemon, a funky straw, and taped to the glass, a pretend tail. Mock....tail. Piper's sarcastic enough to pull this with the Slayer. She's grinning as she sets it down

Nightingale has posed:
     With the flyers out everywhere, even as far as Salem Center, Shannon debated the wisdom of attending. It was supposed to be youth-friendly and honestly, this far into winter, she was getting a serious case of cabin crazies. What the heck, why not! So, leaving word with the appropriate folks back home, she heads on out and takes to the skies, heading for the event. Thankfully, she's dressed warmly in her caramel velveteen parka, her jeans, caramel-hued suede boots, and cream tunic sweater. There is, of course, her goofy-looking 'Where's Waldo' hat just keeping the thin blue braid on the left side of her face in check. There's just no missing the wings, though, as the design of her coat permits for their normal use. But hey, this is P3, the strange here is normal, right? Right!

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles, taking the fake drink, handing over the money. "Thanks Piper. I was actually hoping to ask your advice on something..." she glances around nervously, lowering her voice. "You know..Girl stuff.." she blushes slightly as she says that, mostly because Buffy hasn't been a girly girl in a long while.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper looks pleased and cranks the heating up one more notch. It's warm in here, and she enjoys it then gives Buffy a glance. "Go on" she offers, with a nod. "I'm all ear, so what can I do for you? You're a girl, you need girl advice that's not about being the antithesis of a girly girl?" Piper adds, pouring herself a coffeee and sipping it. Oh she needs this alright. She needs it and then some, because....why not.?^R
Waving to the others, Piper leans in closder to listen, though she's got her eye on the rest of the club, too.

Nightingale has posed:
     A smile spreads across the winged girl's face as she pauses by the poster of Dazzler, reaching up to trace its edges gingerly. What had become of her in the past months since Thanksgiving? Perhaps they would never find out. But at least she could be reasonably sure that, with a poster like this present, chances were fairly good the place was mutant-friendly. Good. She slips her hat off and tucks it into the pocket of her parka, settling her wings behind her and tucking them in neatly. The bar looks more than welcoming, and hopefully--if she was lucky--there might be the prospect of a root beer float. As she settles at the bar, she smiles shyly at Piper and Buffy, but keeps to herself for the moment, watching and listening.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers bites her lip, feeling rather foolish. "Okaay, well...Have you ever dated before? Oh wait, silly question, you're married to Leo, right? I wonder..You're obviously loyal to Leo, but..If you had a friend who had a...Condition, a...Supernatural condition.." she lowers her voice as she says that part, "And the only way to help them, to keep other people safe from them, knowing that you could heal faster than them, was to let them 'feed' off of you, would you do it?" she's leaving the essentials out and it's getting crowded in here but hopefully Piper knows what she's getting at.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Cabin fever, a condition brought about by the lack of fresh air and view of the outside world, due to confinement in one single dwelling, mostly over winter, exacerbated by the constant close contact of others within the same dwelling. There are two reasons why Bean is not susceptible to the phenomenon. One is, of course, that he is out every morning for his usual three mile run. Although, with the generous diet these days, more often he ends up doing five miles. The other is that there is no chance of close contact with others at the school. By now students have stopped running from him, but at least they're standing aside every time he passes by, and any conversation has to be initiated by him, with the exception of a few close friends. Hambone especially has been avoiding him, ever since the guide dog betting ring website.

    It is, however, a nice day to be out and about, and what is a mutant to do that has an inclination towards secrecy and espionage, but nothing to exercise these skills on? Why, as an employee of Club Evolution, they go spy on another club, of course. P3 started advertising, and so P3 was now the target.

    Bean walks through the door after a rather long ride on public transport, his face set in a neutral expression, with a German Shepherd by his side. This rather fluffy looking canine, whose collar tag proclaims him to be 'Bear', wears the distinctive high visibility yellow vest of a service animal... and is currently carrying his own leash between his teeth. A first casual inspection catches sight of a pair of well known wings. "Well, there's a surprise."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper glances up looking to Bear and Bean then Shannnon. "What can I get you guys?" she asks. She's still pondering Buffy's question, but....she smiles, looking to Bear. "Would you like water, or something like that?" she asks, and poses the same question to Bean. Then she turns to Shannon, "Nice wings" she says, there's honesty in her voice when she says it....and a hint of jealousy. Oh Piper would love to fly....but she's got her feet on the ground. QUite literally. She nods to Bean and gestures to the bar and bottles behind her. Not an alcoholic drink in sight. Smart.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's smile turns instantly to a frown of concern, her brows furrowing as she listens to Buffy. She didn't know about this whole 'supernatural condition' thing, but if someone was in need of healing, there was a snowball's shot in hell of her ignoring it. "Maybe a root beer float, if possible." Her voice betrayed her worry, just a bit tense, her wings ruffling and held stiffly behind her. "I thought I heard 'healing', though. Does someone need help?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper nods, "Root beer float. Got it" she says and looks amused then pleased, and ducks into the kitchen to get a bowl, and puts water in it. She then comes back with a float like somebody'd find in a swimming pool....and puts a root beer float atop of it. A floating root beer float. Setting it by Shannon, Piper nods at the contraption, as she nods. "Root beer float, literally" Piper offers with a gring the winged girl. Is Piper a smartass? Yes. Is she mean about it? Not a chance!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bottles. Bottles everywhere, all of them of the wholesome or at least semi-wholesome kind. From his expression softening, it's clear that Bean approves. "Shannon has some of the best wings you've ever seen, guaranteed." he mentions as an off-hand compliment, and finds himself a seat. At the bar. With his back towards the door! Fine, there's a large mirror, but still... "Could I have a Mountain Dew of some variety? And I'm sure Bear wouldn't mind something cold and wet to drink."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's brow arches at the sight of the rather whimsical take on the traditional root beer float. "What the... ha!" Her shoulders shake, and her eyes crinkle up at the corners, twinkling with mirth. Peals of silvery giggles escape her, and she picks up the glass, raising it in a toast to Piper and Bean. The commentary about her wings turns her face lightly rose, though, and she hides her discomfiture behind the pretext of taking a swig of her drink. Too, her wings begin to furl around her in a white, feathery cocoon, hinting at their considerable span. "Thanks, but I've seen much nicer wings, really."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper nods and looks to Bear. "Water it is. For you" she says to Bean, pulling out a can of Mountain Dew (the standard one) and emptying it into a glass, setting it by Bean. "There you go. So, what's up?" Piper asks, setting a water bowl down by Bear, too as Piper's doing her thing. She's mulling over Buffy's question, really and looks calm and relaxed. It's so wholesome. It's Piper's idea, this. A once a month get together for those who don't want to get wasted, and just chill. See, Piper's smart like that.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    In silent rebuke, Bean makes a pinching motions towards Shannon, one eyebrow raised. But he also doesn't take it any further, instead doing his best to do what he came here to do. Be sociable. Relax. Steal any ideas that might work at Club Evolution. "You know, I've never been around here before? Wouldn't have come if it wasn't for that flyer."

Nightingale has posed:
     The only response Shannon gives Bean is a very slight scratching of the end of her nose, with the part of her hand usually reserved for expressing vexation in difficult traffic situations. But still, at least she's smiling, even knowing she is very likely to catch high holy hell when the pair heads back home. "Pretty rare to head out this way. I'd never heard of this place till those flyers." Turning to Piper, she tilts her head, setting down her drink. "Name's Shannon," she offers by way of introduction, extending a hand rather chilled by the drink.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper shakes the hand. "Piper" she nods with a grinn to Shannon, hen looks to Bean and Bear with a uestioning look before returning her gaze to Shannon. "How're you liking P3 so far?" she asks with a knowing nod.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    First and foremost, Bean takes a sip from his drink and checks to make sure that Bear is drinking as well... as if the loud *shlup* sounds didn't make that perfectly clear. Then, with a smile, he introduces himself to Piper. "Sam. Very nice place you have here."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles, nodding in agreement, taking maybe just too big a swig of her root beer float. Her eyes immediately squint shut, her drink is set down, and her hands go to the sides of her head. "Owwwww... ow ow owwww....."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper's well aware Bear's drinking, yes. Fortunately, dogs get free refills. Humans, mutants? Not quite so free, as Piper looks amused for a split second then her eyes flick to Shannon. "Are you alright?" she asks, getting bowls of snacks, chips, various flavors, and puts them oalong the bar while she looks between Shannon, Bear and Bean, then sips her coffee thoughtfully again. Setting down her coffee, Piper lays a slab of chocolate on the bar, too, ready to break it off into chunks. The chocolate draws the attention of everyone not named Shannon, Bear or Bean in the room, the snap of chocolate sharp and promising cocoay goodness.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Chocolate. Concentrated energy. So energy dense, in fact, that polar explorers carry it. So energy dense, as well, that for the longest time armies issued it as emergency combat rations. The one treat that Bean knew from his otherwise fairly deprived youth. He looks at it with what he hopes is amusement rather than actual hunger. To hide the fact that he'd happily eat half of that tablet, he reaches out to put a hand on Shannon's shoulder. "Rookie mistake..."

Nightingale has posed:
     What Bean hides, Shannon cannot and will not. She grins at him and shrugs, breathing a sigh of relief as the cold-induced cranial pain subsides. "Hey, can't help it, I like my root beer floats. The trick is to drink them before the little crackly bits of ice in the foam melt away..." Her voice trails off with the emergence of that most wondrous of all substances, that most sublime of all Earth's offerings to the universe--chocolate!

     Yeah. Give this pair about five seconds. They would be like pirahnas to that slab of chocolate.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Five secons is being generous, Piper's aware how quickly people with wings can move. Five seconds? Try five thousandths of a second....Piper shrugs, looking amused. "You like any chocolate?" she asks. Open the proverbial floodgates. Piper's screwed if they go for the kitchen. She's got an industrial fridge full of food. Two whole shelves of chocolate. So the kitchen's locked, and Piper's guarding the door. Not the chocolate. The door's more important, as she looks from Shan, to Bean and Bear, then chocolate, then to Shan again. Her eyes twinkling with amusement as Piper's waiting, watching.

Turning her gaze to Bean and Bear, Piper raises a brow. "So what're you up to, and what're you up to as well Shannon?" she asks, and glances to Bear. Dogs can't talk. At least they can't talk in Piper's experience. Still, question's posed. What's up?

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon grins and snaps a piece of the chocolate free of that slab of cocoa goodness for herself--and one for Piper as well. "It's better shared. Thank you!" Less than five seconds. And this was when she was moving slow! However, the promise of that most heavenly of all delights is enough to motivate all but the most sluggish souls.

     "Nothing much up at the moment. Real nice place here, though kind of wondering if you ever have karaoke nights here." She pauses, glancing back over to Buffy, but leaving her earlier question be. If there were answers to be had, it wouldn't do to press for them.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Less than five seconds. Piper munches chocolate and nods. "Oh yeah, we actually got open mic nights, we got all sorts of things. I need to put together a karaoke event for this crowd. Problem is getting a good setup" Piper offers, looking around the room. There's a swarm around the chocolate. Score one for the powers of om nom nom...CHOCOLATE!

Piper's watching with a grin, though she too is worried about Buffy and keeping an eye on the slab. If things get out of hand, well...this witch has things like that sorted out. Called 'buckets of water', pretty efective, really.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lofts her brows. "Open mic nights? Ha. My adoptive big brother's been trying to get me to go for one of those back home, but let's face it. I'd scare birds from the trees." One hand not her own gets too close to her piece of chocolate--and gets swatted away by a rather large, strong wing. Never, EVER come between a young woman and her chocolate!

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper knows this first hand. Never ever gett between siblings and chocolate, too. Yeesh, that's asking for a lifelong grudge. She grabs another bit of chocolate and looks to Shannon with a grin. "Gotta get you out to one of those with this crowd" she adds, munching on the chocolate happily. See. This was a great idea. She does, though, sneeze, and her hand flies out. Fortunately her other hand is covering her mouth. But given she's a witch, there goes a couch that just blew up. Curse you, powers and being channeled through hands!

Piper's got explaining to do. Well, great. She'll think of something...

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon jumps about a foot high at the sound of the couch exploding, whirling about. Her wings flick outwards just enough to send a few various objects flying from the surface of the bar. "Oh, frak... sorry about that!" Her eyes flit from the demolished couch, to Piper's hand, and back again, eyebrows lofting. "Telekinetic?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper shakes her head. "Nah that's my sister. I'm the one that can freze things. Or. That" she adds pointing to the couch with a sighh. "There's more chocolate left. I'll stick to coffee really, and I'll stick to smaller bits of chocolate" she offers with a smile, apologizing for the couch going boom. Piper's still jumpy about that.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oh, a cryokinetic, then?" Odd, how she seemed to accept this as anything but unusual. If anything, it was the most casual, normal thing in the world. Shannon smiles, and sets to work helping pick up the things she knocked down, doing her best to sop up her spilled drink with some napkins. "If it's not too nosy... mutants?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper shakes her head, "Witch" she whispers and sets about making Shannon a new floating root beer float. She looks upset she blew up the couch and caused this. Gah. Piper's tryina keep calm, really. Piper's staying calm, though. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

She brings out more snacks to make up for it, though munching on a handful of kettle chips though. Shannon can keep the chocolate if it makes Piper sneezexplode things. Yes. That's totally her word for it!

Nightingale has posed:
     Once again, Shannon seems completely nonplussed by the revelation that Piper--and very likely her siblings--are witches. She just nods, and smiles, ruffling her wings as they settle back in behind her. "Cool." She pauses, rolling her eyes and facepalming. "Sorry, bad pun." Yeah, suddenly, the new root beer float becomes a whole lot more interesting. This time though, she takes smaller sips, hopefully avoiding brain freeze. The chocolate is gratefully accepted, though she also can't resist the kettle cooked chips. Salty plus sweet. What's not to love?

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper's sarcastic and full of puns, too. Just not right now, really as Piper looks over the snacks then to the chocolate then Shannon, watching it all as Piper munches ahandful of kettle chips.

"So what would you sing if you got karaoke nights?" she asks, looking over to Shannon with a curious look to her eyes. If anything, Piper's keen to see if she and Shannon have the same music tastes.. Piper's not all into the club scene for music, really.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs. "Not with a karaoke machine. Maybe open mic nights. If there's a keyboard on stage, I'll provide my own accompaniment." She turns a bit red, and slips her phone from her pocket, swiping through to a bit of music. "I wrote this around Thanksgiving but never got a chance to perform it, because the concert with Andrea and Dazzler fell through. I was supposed to be the warm-up act. Maybe someday." Tapping her phone, a light, pop-like, haunting little song begins to play, and she smiles some. "It does have lyrics, but really, no point getting into it."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper nods, listening. It's nice, and it's good as Piper glances to Shannon's phone, watching it then Shannon. "So you'll sing that? With a keyboard?" she asks, making notes mentally. Keyboard. Check. She's scribbling notes as Piper grins. "Listen, I gotta head back to the kitchen and get more snacks, okay? Take as much as you want" she offers, disappearing through the kitchen door.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "No, I'd use the music you just heard, only with the melody taken out. Easy enough for me to do. Put that into an MP3, and work with whatever existing sound system there is." Smiling, she inclines her head by way of thanks, and as a matter of course, offers to settle the matter of her root beer float. But by the time she can, Piper's already headed back to the kitchen to make more snacks. This wasn't such a bad place, she thought to herself. Mutant-friendly, nice people, and well, who could argue with the youth-friendly goodies? P3 definitely had more than one trifecta going for it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers had slipped out to join the folks on the dance floor, but as the crowd thins, she eventually returns to the bar and to Piper, reaching for a glass of water after all that dancing. Not that she doesn't have the endurance to dance long into the night, but her throat does get that dry.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper used up her shenanigans on Shannon. Just a bottle of water for Buffy, and a nod. "I'd say if it's for the greater good and won't kill you?" she offers in response to Buffy's question, and is hinting at the slightly less slablike mas of chocolate

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chugs down more water, while rolling her eyes at Piper behind the glass, "Oooh chocolate for me? But still no booze, even though I'm 21 tomorrow?" she's still testing her, but she has other questions, "So yeah, about earlier...Seriously, what would you do?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
"You are 21. Tomorrow" Piper points out. Buffy said it. Tomorrow. So tomorrow, out comes the booze, and oh yes, Buffy's gonna get whatever she wants. So, Piper looks to Buffy. "Honestly, about your friend, I'd say weigh it up. Is you possibly dying thanks to needing to give more blood than you got worth saving somebody. Or can they be healed by other means?" Piper muses, wondering aloud

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks, "Seriously, you can't bend the rules until five hours later? So strict.." she chuckles but takes on a more serious look at the next topic. "Welll...It's a bit more complicated than that. They're not exactly a....Blood vampire, more like an energy vamp but worse. And if I let them feed on other people they can get hurt, but I can heal...Only it feels like I'm betraying my boyfriend but I'm not..I don't let him go farther than a kiss.."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Okay. Piper's very interested now. "Energy vampires?" she muses. She really has to look this up in the BoS when she gets done here. Looking over to Buffy, Piper loks worried. "So it's....like.....a love or sex vampire, that's the energy you're referring to, right and you're worried it's cheating on your guy by helping your friend, yes?" Piper asks, sitting behind the bar, watchingg Buffy.

"So you can't...." Piper offers. She's unsure how to word this. "You can't rationalize it?" she asks. "Look, if you were single, and your friend needed help, would it go anywhere? Or, is there anything between you and this vampire?" Piper asks gently. Open mouth. Insert feet

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs nervously, "Heh, something like that, and no, I don't...Think it would go anywhere. He's a player, he uses women. It's nit like...We have anything besides..." her face reddens a bit because she knows she's not being entirely honest but. "Okaay, So supernatural attractiveness is literally one of his super powers, but I don't think I could ever feel anything more for him, just because like I said, he's a player. And anyway, I really like my boyfriend, although I'm not sure if I love him enough, or maybe I don't feel...Good enough...?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper's not sure Buffy's being accurate. Looking over to her she gives Buffy a look. "So you're not sure about your boyfriend, okay, and there's this friend who has supernatural attractiveness...so basically, you're screwed and doubting things yes?" Piper asks. Lay on the metaphorical couch, Buffy...