10837/Its a Small World

Its a Small World
Date of Scene:	22 January 2020
Location:	Greenwich Village, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Karrin runs into a familiar face. Turns out she knows the guy too.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Karrin Murphy

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It seems that Wednesdays are slow.

At least, that's what Nick surmises as he ventures away from the Sanctum to get something to eat. Strange may not need food but he sure as hell does. And so, the knitcapped musician finds himself at a nearby cafe. All the tables inside were occupied so he has ended up sitting in the outside dining area with a prime spot near a space heater. He opts to keep his jacket on as he looks over the laminated menu.

Wednesdays are slow. Not dead.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
There's a neat thud of police boots, as one Karrin Murphy strolls to the cafe. She's in uniform, actually her shift's ending given she works days. She's only, only five feet tall. But she's cute and has enough wepaons to make anyone think twice of calling her that. She stops when she spies Nick and just....looks.

Is that who she thinks? Sure, is that....wait a minute. No way. That's not Michael, is it?

Screw going back to her car to end her shift at the precinct. This is more important. She steps into the cafe and just watches Nick. Her radio crackles, and she's ignoring the chatter of the SPECTRE officers. Her colleagues, her friends. She's wondering if this is really who she thinks?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick lowers the menu as he lifts up a hand to cover his mouth as it opens into a long yawn. Oh geez. Other than falling asleep in that chair and the mercy nap Strange gave him, he hasn't had much in terms of rest since finding the lab. Pale eyes widening he shakes his head, trying to get enough energy for the task at hand. FOOD. He lifts up the menu again.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Karrin walks over now convinced Nick is who she thinks, as she looks to him, closing her eyes for a moment, when she opens them...a menu in his hands. Sliding into the seat opposite him, she doesn't know what to say. Aside from something awkward. A waiter comes over as Karrin nods. "No I'm at the end of my shift actually, but I was going to get food here if it's alright" she says in answer to the question of if she's on duty. She glances to Nick and looks closely. There's no mistaking the fivde foot powerhouse, Lt. Murphy.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the waiter comes by, Nick glances to him, "Burger, Fries, coffee. Thanks." He hands the menu off to the server and sighs, leaning back in his seat, stretching his arms out. The feeling of someone looking over to him does eventually pull the exhausted performer's attention, causing for him to look over to the tiny cop. Then again, he's 5'10" and in this city, he's kind of on the short side too.

"...Hey?" His expression is a mix of curiousity, fatigue, confusion, and mild familiarity. Now, if he could just figure out the why to this feeling. "-I know you." He pauses, "...I think."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"You know me?" Karrin asks. She sits up more. Not that it helps, if it was anyone else, she'd be a shoe in for Nick spotting the name. As is, she looks like she's trying to look fiercer. She's already amazingly fierce, then she looks to Nick again. "I swer I know you from somewhere" she offers, the waiter hovering for Karrin's order. "Oh I'll take a grilled pannini and coffee" she offers, then attention back to Nick. "See I swear I know you from somewhere, but....but..." she sighs, "I can't think where"

Karrin's racking her brains thinking where.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Probably a good thing," Nick replies, looking to the cop's proximity, "being you sat at my table." He gives a slight smirk. "Do you know Pez?

"It'd probably be harder to figure out where you've seen me." Nick offers, "I've been around a lot."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Murph shakes her head. "Seriously, I know you from somewhere" she insists. "You may have been around but I swear I remember you" she says, her wallet falling open on her ID. One Karrin Murphy. SPECTRE. Well that took the mystery out of who she is...as Karrin nods, snagging her wallet again, giving Nick the sort of look she saves for people sat across from her in interview rooms. She sighs, looking past him then right back to him. "So" she adds gently.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the wallet flops onto the table, Nick's glance shifts down, looking to the ID, looking to the name. "Murphy..." Nick murmurs, "Well, that's a pretty common last name." He gives a slight smirk, glancing up, and leaning back in his seat. Not upright, fully taking advantage of the back of the seat to support his exhausted frame, "I think about a tenth of St. Patrick's congregation are Murphys."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"Saint Patrick's? I used to go there" she says softly watching Nick for a moment. "Used to go there all the time" she muses,"And no, half a congregation" she offers with a shrug. "Good name, mind. You went there?" she asks describing the one in Gotham, looking across the table to Nick. Looking like she knows him from....somewhere...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Karrin starts describing a church that's not the one in Midtown, the smirk fades as he listens, quietly, eyes closing. The clink of the coffee as its set down being the only sound in front of him coming from his side of the table.

When Karrin finishes her description, it mayb appear that Nick fell asleep with his laid back posture and closed eyes but the eventual parting of his lips to respond shattters the illusion.

"I was actually talking about the one in midtown but-" He pauses, "you described the one in Gotham very well." His eyes open, assessing the cop one more time, "I haven't been to that one in years."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Murph nods, watching Nick, "I've not been there either forever, I've been busy with work" she offers looking across the table yet again to Nick. "You used to go there huh?" she adds, keeping her gaze on Nick again as Murph shakes her hed silently.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yeah. When I was a kid." Nick answers, providing a bit more context as he sits back up to better accomodate drinking the hot beverage he ordered, "Library, School, Hotel, Church. Pretty much all the places I was allowed to go to."

He pauses, still looking at Karrin, giving a slow nod. "I see it now. Mom would sometimes talk with you from time to time."

A smile forms upon the musician's face as he shakes his head, picking up the mug. "Small world."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Your mother was a grizzly bear meets a saint" she says. "Believe me, I've not forgotten, I want to solve it, but politics" Murphy offers as Karrin shrugs looking restless. "Yeah I always talked with your mom. I used to slip you candy too, remember?" she grins looking a mix between glad and upset about what happened. "Hey it's a small world, yeah. So how the hell you been?" she wonders. Hey it's an awesome time, she's found somebody she knew when younger. Nick, the son of a grizzly bear helicopter shield mom. Picture a grizzly bear with helicopter blades, and a shield....in Catholic sainthood....

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"A griz-" Nick aborts trying to repeat the description the cop just gave his mom, "Well, that's a new one. Most people who knew her just went with the saint description."

His eyes close as the assurances are given to a case long since cold and the more pleasant stuff like free candy are brought up. "Come to think of it, I think the candy was the first reason why mom talked to you." He snerks, "I'm starting to remember the look on your face when she gave you the third degree. You weren't THAT much older than me."

He opts not to touch up on the assurance. Experience has taught him that's just a road to disappointment.

"Well, cliffs notes version is that my aunt won custody so I ended up in Hell's Kitchen. When I was old enough to get out, I did. And now I live in midtown with a former bandmate. I make most of my money playing music."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Karrin shrugs, "Oh I was asking for that, huh? I got smacked with a Catholic mother's anger" she shrugs and looks amused, "Nah I remember that about your mom, and honestly remember her being protective of you more than anything" she nods and listens. "Ah so you're doing good. I'm just up to my neck in politics. Or, no. I'm up to where my neck would be if I was the height of the Empire State Building or Stak Tower, ya know? I work wit the SPECTRE division, so" she says with a sigh. "Supernatural cops and politics do not mix"

With that she slides Nick a card. It's got her personal cellphone number scribbled on it. The idea is clear. Need anything, call. She nods and gets up, looking pleased to have found Nick again.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's brow arches, "SPECTRE?" He repeats, "I didn't know that was a thing with the NYPD. I also didn't know you had powers."

He looks to the card., picking it up to look to it as the waiter brings Karrin's food, seemingly to go.

He pauses, seemingly remembering something, "Oh, I go by 'Nick' now. The Michael is mainly for bills and session work."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"I don't" Karrin shrugs. "Harry on the other hand. He's the one with powers. So" she nods. "I got to help set SPECTRE up for the NYPD" she adds with a sigh, looking annoyed. "But. Politics and policing do not mix...soo...." she shrugs getting up taking the food. "Alrighr Nick, you know where to find me. If I don't answer my phone, check Harry Dresden's office. I'm either there, McAnally's Pub. Or the Blue Lady. Or at work. Simple creature" Karrin observes, waving as she heads off