11443/Shore leave and sound checks

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Shore leave and sound checks
Date of Scene: 08 May 2020
Location: Club Evolution, Mutant Town
Synopsis: Shan and Brin run into each other at Club Evolution. And....Drake makes it more exciting.
Cast of Characters: Timber Wolf, Nightingale, Slipstream




Timber Wolf has posed:
When Brin gets shore leave, he's trying to explore the city. Partially cause he's curious. Partially because he's wanting to find out more info that can help the Legion. Today? Club Evolution. Bushwick. He's here settled at a table and relaxing. The Zoonian is definitely distinctive, that's for sure...

Looking over the club, Brin smiles and folds his hands on the table he's sat at. See. This place sn't that bad, really. The things he read on his omnicomp made it look like a dump, but....he's surprised so far.

Nightingale has posed:
     It's fairly early in the afternoon, with major entertainment some hours away. But that doesn't take away from the comfortable, welcoming atmosphere of the club, nor are the drinks or edibles available limited by time of day. Staff are cleaning the area on stage, and there is even someone testing out the mic and keyboard.

     That someone has a pair of very distinctive, large, white, feathery wings.

     The young woman on stage seems a tiny bit shy, doing her best to ignore the fact that there are a few patrons about at this hour. She's clad modestly but simply enough, in a sky blue silk tank top tunic, with a modest scoop neckline, light blue jeans with ribbon embroidery up the outside of each leg, and white wedge sandals. Her fingers dance over the keys, and her voice is clear, strong, and pure as she sings.


Like a small boat
In the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion....

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin lifts a hand to Shannon and closes hie eys and is lost in the music. It's good. It's not holy waffles you gotta hear this. It is better than some music he's heard. It's also not as good as the most amazing music ever but, hey. Brin's fine with it. Clad in his costume, he's not hard to miss. Wolf's head? Claws. Canines, and yes, he wanted and asked for bacon, cheese, fries and BBQ sauce. Hungry Timber Wolf is, well, hungry.

Nightingale has posed:
     Well, some dreams were perhaps not meant to be. Ah, well, at least Shannon was able to help with the sound check a little bit, before duty called! The notes from the piano fade away and she slides out of the chair on stage, hopping down from the stage and making her way over to Brin's table. Her smile is light, though one finely arched brow lofts as she approaches.

     There was something oddly familiar about this one. But it couldn't be, could it?

     Tucking a stray wisp of gold away behind her ear, she dips her head in greeting. "Hello there, sir! Anybody come by with your order yet?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Oh yeah it's /that/ one, last seen shredding Deadshot after getting a high speedd ride into the fight. Brin looks over to the stage and smiles as Shannon comes to the table and nods. "Hey" he says and looks pleased as he gets up and starts coming around the table to pull out a chair.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon tries to stop Brin, putting out her hand on the back of the chair and shaking her head. "No, no, I just bus tables here." But it seemed he was quite determined. What's a girl to do? Giving in with some small measure of grace, she finally accepts the proffered chair, settling down with a light ruffle of her wings. Her left shoulder is intact, as if nothing had ever happened to it, which may be a difference from the last time she was seen by any of the Legion, post-healing Drake.

     "Thank you," she offers with a smile. "Very kind of you."

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin is determined, yes. But...he sits back down across the table taking in Shannon's healed shoulder. That draws a smile. "Hey" he says quietly. "You're okay. Good and I didn't expect to run into you here" Brin offers with a quiet look, chewing on bacon Brin looks pleased Shannon's here and looks thoughtful then closes his eyes, savoring the taste of it.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oh, it's not hard to find me here," Shannon offers, smiling and ducking her head a bit. "I bus tables here part-time, and sometimes try not to shatter every glass in the place with sound checks." She looks Brin over with a critical--but not uncaring--eye. The eye of a healer. It had been a few weeks, though, and there was no sign of injury besides.

     That look of pure delight, though, drew a soft giggle from the younger woman. "Bacon. I swear, that and chocolate are this world's great contributions to the culinary arts."

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin looks over opening one eye listening with a wide smile as he watches her lazily. Ah she speaks the truth...

Chocolate and bacon are amazing. See. She understands. This winged girl's a truth speaker. "but. What about fries?" Brin asks with a smile. "I mean. With sauce or cheese or something?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just grins. "There's purists who like just fries on their own. There's some who like just gravy, and some who like just cheese. Me? I've been bugging Sam to get the line cooks here to add poutine to the menu. No luck yet though." Shaking her head, she shrugs. "Food aside... how are you, since, well... a few weeks ago?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin gives her a 'what the eff' look at the idea of fries and gravy...and just /what/ is that Canadian food? Brin pulls out a tablet and looks up just what that poutine dish is. He grimaces a little. "You...you like that?" he asks a little shocked, turning the omnicomp to face Shannon.

"I....fine. I'll try some now" Brin says. "Do they serve it here?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head, and ruffles her wings in an approximation of a shrug. "Wish they did, but I haven't been able to convince Sam to add it to the memu yet." She purses her lips slightly, glancing from the horrified expression on Brin's face, to the omnicomp, and back again. "Though maybe that's not a bad thing, if your expression is anything to go by."

Timber Wolf has posed:
"No no, I'm wanting to try it. This thing" he says waving the omnnicomp as it goes back into his pouch, "Told me pecan fudge was tasty. So I take what it tells me with a giant grain of salt" Brin nods and looks pleased, chewing on bacon. "Though, I wouldn't say no to some gravy really. Please. Please tell me this Sam does gravy to go with food?" Brin adds. Yes. he did just order BBQ sauce and...

Brin shakes his head at Shannon. "What's the point?" he asks between bites. "Of pecan anyhow? Fudge is fine. Leave it the way it is"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Pecan is fine, if one isn't allergic to it." A sad sigh tells the tale of one who cannot partake of said delights. "I have to agree with you. Why mess with a perfectly good chocolate fudge? Or even penuche fudge?"

     Shannon just shrugs, and smiles. "I can head in back and see if I can either convince the cook to put together a batch of poutine, or to just let me do it myself. Sam's the manager here, kind of like an older brother sort to me." The winged teen moves as if to rise from her seat, her soft, but modest blue silk tank top tunic shimmering in the light, a distinct counterpoint to her light blue jeans with their ribbon embroidery up the legs, and her wedge sandals. Maybe not the best thing to be cooking in but hey, she's willing to try!

Slipstream has posed:
The sound of gunshots ring out down the block. The type that would be fired out of a fully charged automatic rifle, or a couple of them. Tires squeal, followed by a loud crash as a vehicle hits another in the middle of the road, careening off the building next to the club. Sounds of shattering glass is heard, followed by loud screams of both pain and anger.

Amidst all the chaos, a window breaks and Drake is seen flying through it backwards, his body smoking, blue contrails following after him. As he hits the ground, he bounces a few times before coming to a skidding stop. Pushing himself up and wobbily, he slams his fist against the ground, creating a ripple in the air about him before he pushes off his left foot to blink forward a few times. From his hip a gun is pulled, futuristic and humming with blue energy.

"Snowball! Rally on my position! Don't let them get away! Oh.. Hey! Brrrr... Timber Wolf! Uh.. Be right back!"

With that, he shunts once more out the window with a quick leap, where the sound of bullets can be heard once again careening along metal and sidewalks.

Timber Wolf has posed:
"What the..." Brin grumbles. "Sprock" he says checking if Draake's down here and okay on his communicator. "I swear if they shoot me, somebody's going to have a bad day. Sprock it. Yeah can we move to the kitchen and avoid any stray bullets?" Brin calls out once it's quiet. Great. Brin doesn't have a gun. he doesn't /need/ a gun. Nah. Just food and a desire to punch whoever is ruining his nice meal with this new friend...

Nightingale has posed:
     More than a few colorful invectives in various languages escape said new friend's lips. Shannon does not seem at all inclined to run into the kitchen. Rather, her eyes have taken on an oddly steely look, her jaw set in a grim expression. "Sam's gonna kill me if I wind up in the medbay again from all this," she mutters, getting to her feet in an instant and making her way towards the broken window. She crouches down as low as she can, peering outside over the jagged edges of glass still clinging to the window frame. She'd heard the cries of pain outside, and that was one thing she could not and would not ignore.

     Yeah, this was going to make one helluva AAR later on.

Slipstream has posed:
Outside the window and into the stream, a pair of vehicles have appeared to have ran into each other. One of them is smoking and a small whirling robot is floating just above it, trying to put the fire out with a deep freezing spray. That must obviously be Snowball, Slipstream's trusty Stark Tech companion and Health Bot.

In the middle of the street a pair of gunmen can be seen, firing at the speedster superhero next to an overturned car that they use for cover. In the car that Snowball is trying to cool off is a pair of trapped citizens, screaming in both fear and pain.

"You guys just had to screw up my day, huh? You know it's a Friday, right? The weekend! Who goes around hitting up a bank on the weekend?! That's a Monday job my guys. You two are obviously rookies."

As the bullets ricochet off the ground, Slipstream blurs in and out of the path, moving in jaunts of blue light. As he travels, the world around him ripples more and more as he absorbs kinetic energy.

BANG!

Slipstream comes out of his speed matrix and punches the overturned car, throwing the force of a sonic boom behind it, causing the gunmen to go flying across the street as their weapons clatter on the ground. They hit the building across the street, cracking the bricks and sliding to the ground unconscious.

"Ow." The Legionnaire mutters as he clutches his side, stumbling to the side before he hits the ground. On his left wrist, the bracelet that keeps his body in /this/ timeline starts to scream in a high pitched whine, blinking a bright red orange color. His body gives a few sporadic twitches as if he was studdering, before he grows still.

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin's going for the fastest route to Drake. Through the window, taking his plate with him. Because, sprock it, he paid good money for this food. And if it helps heal Drake, then....Then good. He hones in on the whining and looks over to Drake. Looking back to the club, Brin's all but pleading for help with his eyes. Which, okay. given he's....well, not normal looking and more animal than man...that's quite something

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods to Brin, motioning to the car with the trapped citizens inside. Strong she might be, but there was no way she was jaws of life type strong. However, she'd seen Brin in action, and had a feeling he could free the pair, no problem. "Please, would you get those people out of there? Let me see what I can do for your friend."

     But what was that whining on Drake's wrist? What did it mean? It was nothing like she'd ever seen before, and she frowns. Whatever it was, red was a bad color, m'kay?

     Keeping to a low crouch, she makes her way over to Drake, keeping as small a physical profile as possible. It wasn't easy with the wings, but she did the best she could. "Hey," she calls out, gingerly touching his shoulder. "Come on, stay with us..."

Slipstream has posed:
The body of Slipstream gives a twitch here and there at times, as if he was being jolted with electricity. The bracelet continues to make a loud emitting noise and those who are perceptive enough can see a red light blinking along Snowflake's LED faceplate. Perhaps the two are connected in some way.

"B.. Burns.. FFfff.. just takes a few minutes for my .. guts to .. settle.. " As his teeth chatter, he blinks his eyes wetly open to stare at Shannon. Though his eyes may be brown, they look almost crystaline at the moment, ghostly milk white.

"L.. Laurel, is that you?" He asks as he lifts a trembling, shaking hand upwards to touch Shannon's face The next thing may be interesting, he starts to speak in an alien language, that only Brin will be able to pick up on his universal translator. Daxamite. << Baby, I told you I'd be back. How is Lorelei? How's our little girl? >>

Snowball continues to put out the fire with a quick burst of deep freeze, then lets out a loud whirling DOOT DA DOOT! towards the other two, looking over towards Drake with concern, red lights flashing. She floats down in front of the windshield, then rams herself against it to crack it open so that Brin can have an easier time getting the mother and daugther out.

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin looks from Shan to Drake. He could be insanely evil. Instead he looks to Shan. "Are you who he says? He thinks you're his love" Brin says. He somehow keeps a straight face and has worry etched all over it for his teammate. Shaking his head Brin groans and gets to it getting the trapped people out. "Snowball, keep Drake with us. If he goes, you're next" Brin says. yes, he did just threaten to scrap Snowball.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon sighs softly, and gives a very slight shake of her head to Brin. "My name's Shannon. Sometimes in the field, it's Nightingale." She keeps her voice low, knowing that the thought of having his love near is keeping Drake calm. In his position, she mused, she might be much the same way. But that was neither here nor there. Right now, she just had to keep him calm, and let his own healing factor do what it could.

     She holds still, allowing Drake to touch her face, reaching up to give his hand a gentle squeeze. She couldn't understand a single word he was saying after asking her name; that would be something to ask Brin about later.

     The bracelet doesn't escape her notice--nor the similar lights flashing in the little flying 'bot. Her frown deepens, and she looks right at Snowball. "Is that bracelet healing him, and if so, how can I fix it?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin translates /all/ of what Drake's saying. For better or worse, as Brin's just doing his job of supporting his teammate. There's a time for joking around. And like now, there's atime when it gets real serious. Now's one such time.

He looks to Snowball. "Call for help for these two people" he asks, not having a cellphone. "Those two" he adds pointing to the guys that got made into part of the brickwork for a moment... "Can stay there"

Slipstream has posed:
Snowball gives a 'doot!' noise. It's a robot after all. Communication is not her strong point. She floats over towards the pair, circling them before she lands next to them. A small compartment pops open behind her, revealing a new bracelet on a charging dock. There is also a pack of chewing gum in there, some paperclips and a cartridge for a video game. Maybe Drake is using her to store 'stuff' once in awhile also.

The young hero's hand slides down along Shannon's cheek gently, almost as if he was caressing her jaw before it falls off to the side with a thump. He squints his eyes shut, then opens them to reveal them once more, brown. "Ugh.. I think I'm gonna puke. C.. Can you get my bracelet and put it on me? Don't take off the old one." He says as he gives a wiggle of his fingers over towards Snowball.

Snowball also doots! to Timber Wolf. "She's not a cell phone dude." He grunts out.

Nightingale has posed:
     Nodding once, Shannon reaches for the new bracelet and slides it onto Drake's wrist, right next to the old one. As his other hand slides down her face, it picks up a rivulet trickling from her ice blue eyes, leaving a streak upon her cheek. Her little blue braid on the left side of her face seems to have lost its beads, but somehow has managed to remain somewhat intact. At the mention of feeling queasy, she moves to help Drake lean a bit to the side, to do what has to be done, without moving him -too- much. "Hang in there, okay?"

     She glances over Brin's way, offering something of a smile. "Thank you," she says. "I couldn't have gotten them out and helped your friend, too."

Timber Wolf has posed:
If he's gonna puke, Brin's going over /there/ to avoid having to clean himself off, and to check if anyone's got a phone and called for help yet...which he's hoping they did because no, he doesn't much care for cellphones any. Nah. Still he nods to Shannon "You're welcome" he says gently. "How's he looking?"

Meaning Drake.

Slipstream has posed:
Once the new bracelet is on, it starts to pulse with a green light and the trembles that Drake has stops all at once. It's like he's 'fixed', immediately. "Woo." He breathes out, unstrapping the old bracelet as he sits up. "Thanks. When these guys breaks, I don't got much time before my entire body rips apart and gets tugged into an alterate timeline that was made by that dumb bitch Glorith." As he pushes up to his feet, he takes the old bracelet and tucks it into Snowball as tiny little lasers and tools within starts to fix it.

He fist bumps Snowball's propeller, then holds a hand own to Shannon to help her up. "Sup with you? Why you got the sniffles for?" As his head tilts over to the pair of knocked out gunmen, he cracks a grin. "So, we should totally call the cops and the EMT's if you guys haven't already."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon lets Drake help her up, dusting herself off. "You're not gonna buy it that some dust got in my eye, are you? No?" Shaking her head, she tries to smile a little bit. "You were... asking if I was someone called Laurel, and then wanted to know if your little girl was alright. Though your friend had to translate that last part, it was a language I'd never heard before." Her voice has gone very quiet, little above a murmur, and she steps back. "At least you'll be alright now."

     Turning to Brin, she frowns a little. "I could do that, and I ought to let the club manager know he's got some repair work ahead of him, too." Her phone is slid out of her pocket, and she starts making the necessary calls. This was going to be interesting to explain.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh." Drake says as he grows quiet, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah.. uh .. long story. I got another /me/ who lived thirty years of a different life, got married to my teammate and had a kid with her.. except in this reality she doesn't like guys.. and uh.. you know, it doesn't matter." He says with a laugh. "I bet it was pretty funny."

There is a bit of pain in his eyes as his mind struggles to hold on to the memories, even if they are just for half seconds before they are washed away. "But thanks for the help. I pushed my powers too hard and my body kinda hates it when I do that. I'll pay for the windows." He says as he taps a few buttons on his phone once he slides it out, squinting at the cracked screen. "I'm calling 911." He says as he starts off. "Brin, I'll be on the cruiser. See ya for dinner!"

With that, his body washes in a glow of bright blue, then shunts upwards into the heavens as he is 'beamed up'.