10889/Soup Dumplings

Soup Dumplings
Date of Scene:	27 January 2020
Location:	Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
Synopsis:	Soup Dumplings are eaten. It is totally Kestral's fault.
Cast of Characters:	Misfit, Oracle

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Misfit has posed:
There is an explosion of pink and purple smoke in the kitchen area as Charlie appears with bags drapped from her hands. They look like those generic white bags take out places or delivery places use.

This is only reinforced by the delicious smell.

"Baaabs...." she looks around and thne towards the computers.

"Where you aware of Soup. Dumplings!?" like it is some sort of mix of an accusation and an epiphany in one.

"Carrie took me to this place.. well okay we met her there a lof of us.. post birthday for her.. and... soup dumplings exist!" she lifts her arms showing the bounty or two stuffed bags.

Oracle has posed:
Babs is in training area a level down when Charlie arrives, but there's very special security in place to notify her when the teleporter has come home. Not because she's keeping tabs on her (which she is, it's a motherly thing to do), but because... Well Babs doesn't want to explain certain aspects of her personal life 'just yet'. Sure, Charlie is sixteen, but there are just some things she's not ready to go over.

So when the alarm sounds on her phone, she stops punching the bag and reaches for her phone to activate the area intercomms, "Hey kiddo..." Voice from everywhere, grinning as she sees the bags on her small screen while heading for the stairs that she takes two and three at a time. "I did... at least I assumed. There's very little in this world people cannot turn into soup, so bless them for that."

Misfit has posed:
Charlie looks around and then up at one of the many cameras and squints.

"Well.. you should come up here and get soup dumplings... they put like soup geletin in a dumpling and then I guess steam them and it turns into soup... they are very hot but cooling by the moment right now..."

She starts to unload the bag on the counter in the kitchen.

"Carrie ate a chicken foot because Damian pretty much dared her I think.. I passed on that but man I ate a lot of off things that night.."

Oracle has posed:
Babs opens the side door into the apartment a few moments later, laughing quietly at Charlies excitement and exuberance, "Simmer down tiger." Teasing the teen as she moves easily into the kitchen to get down some bowls from one of the cabinets, tossing her towel over Charlie's head playfully and a bowl down in front of her.

"I'm glad you're hanging out with Carrie... she really needs friends right now. I mean she has friends, but she needs to be around them... I should be more, but..." She doesn't really know what to say to someone who lost their family. Frowning as she grabs one of the containers to dole out some soups for both parties.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie acks and flails a bit, managing to not knock any of the dumpling containers off but also escape the towel from the workout. "Ew gross." she laughs tossing it at Babs.

"Yeah,... I mean.. I get what she is going through but I don't know what to say to her about it really. I was excited when she asks us to meet her for dumplings though.. it feels like a good step."

I mean short of all the orphans getting actual therapy that is probably true.

Oracle has posed:
Babs has it on her mind, how therapy would probably do ALL of them a world of good, but none of them would do it... so why bother voicing it. Instead she nods to Charlie and snaps the towel out of the air with a smirk, "It is. Getting out and doing normal things is a good step towards healing."

Grabbing one of the bowls in a tripod of fingers held upwards, she spins on her bare heels towards the direction of the living room. "So, how's Damian? Haven't seen him since christmas either."

Misfit has posed:
You're supposed to be honest with your therapist right. It is awfully hard to be honest with them when you are hiding the fact you dress up in bat suits and armor and punch criminals at night while being outfitted by the richest man on the planet in a crusade against crime.

How do you skirt family issues and death and all when that bat shaped elephant lurks behind every topic.

"Damian actually seemed to be in a fairly decent mood... I mean.. I ran into him since Christmas too he was really on a tear about this alien flying hero on the Titans who evidently is pissing him off and a pacifist or something... but at dinner he ordered for most of us and behaved really well. I think he wanted Carrie to have a nice birthday dinner really."

Oracle has posed:
Babs steps over the back of the couch and mms quietly back at Charlie, dropping down into a cross legged seat with the bowl in her lap. "Good, he's another one I'm worried about... all the time really. I tried to get Jason tot alk to him, but I really don't know that he was the best option... not that he's a /bad/ option, just that he's more willing to turn a blind eye and be hands off, ya know?"

Misfit has posed:
Charlie has swapped out for a bigger bowl, saves trips to the kitche, and is loading it up with a variety of dumplings only some of which are soup.

Mmm Dumplings.

Next soda.

Then she pops over to sit in front of the table in front of the couch on the floor. Literally pops over. No wonder she is always hungry.

Maybe walking is lame.

"Jason seems a bit.. high strung to me.. is that it... shooty... I mean Damian is stabby.. maybe they would get along?"