11459/The Exchange

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The Exchange
Date of Scene: 10 May 2020
Location: West Chelsea Park, West Chelsea Hill
Synopsis: Nick makes a delivery to Babs. They then start another food experiment
Cast of Characters: Phantasm (Drago), Oracle




Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It is a peaceful afternoon in the park. The weather is pleasant and there are a few clusters of family units taking advantage of the cooking areas to cook up varations of a Mother's Day Feast while the respective matrons relax in the cool water breeze with their activity of choice. Some reading, some observing, others yelling at their kids.

Nick is not here for such a thing. His visit was much quieter, didn't involve cookouts, or raised voices. But there were flowers dropped off and a one sided conversation.

But that was elsewhere. No, not here for the cookouts, the slightly dressed up musician strolls down a path.

The loosely filled bookbag resting on his back provides a slight contrast to the mid-range dress shirt. The knitcap is not present, allowing for his slowly lengthening hair a little bit of leeway to flit about in the waterway breeze. The length, short enough not to be an obstruction to his view. Yet.

Oracle has posed:
Babs is out here doing her thing. Barbara meanders through the park and finds a spot to sit. So what if grass stains will ruin her jeans or tank top? Who exactly cares? Babs doesn't. She's sitting, just watching the world go by. Babs shakes her head and runs her hands through her hair watching it all again, stretching a little before she props her elbows behind her and leans back closing one eye.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's steps pause as he glances out to the waterway, watching as a tour boat starts to pull out from the dock. One of the boat employees stands at the entrance door, wrapping up the rope before stepping further inside to tug the door shut. The outside seating to the back of the boat appears to be full up but the front area seemed to be sporting a few empty seats. Guess there are limits to what someone will endure for sight seeing.

After the boat completes its turn, making its way on its three hour tour, he looks away from the Minnow to glance to the people situated on the grassy areas.

The red of the hair gives away Babs's positioning, causing for the musician to stroll over. Giving a slight smile to relaxing crimefighter.

Oracle has posed:
Babs sits up when Nick strolls over. Given her hair is insanely easy to spot, Babs and stealth do not really go together too well. Instead, Babs looks over and fixes her gaze on the musician. "Hey" she says and pulls herself more up to a sitting spot, watching Nick. "So, what brings you here?"

Good question Babs. Good question. "I mean, you showed up here and spotted me. Okay, okay" she says raising a hand. "My hair's easy to spot. I know"

Glancing over Nick, Babs quirks a brow patting the grass, "Come join me" she offers. They can talk about the injustices in their city. Or, something?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick nods in confirmation as Babs proposes just how he managed to spot her. "Red does stand out against the green of grass very well." Nick adds.

He slides the bookbag off, lowering the backpack next to the sitting woman. "Wade said you'd be here somewhere."

He tilts his head, "I was going to be in town today anyways so he had me bring over your Nokias."

Oracle has posed:
"You know I can't wire those into anything" Babs protests and smiles. "Thanks, no, seriously, thanks" she says. "How's things though since I last saw you in a book store. You decided to write a book on music?" Babs adds and looks amused then a little concerned waving her hand at everyone else. "You know, I'm jealous" she says. "My dad raised me and I don't get to celebrate Mother's Day"

Babs sprawls again on the grass with a smile. "But come Father's Day, I am going to spoil my dad"

Oh. She is. Not just the usual rock up at his work with donuts. As funny as that'd be.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick cocks his head to the side. Hmm guess she forgot about the mall. "Still a performer. Just, practicing my skills, working on some new songs, that type of stuff."

He starts opening the bookbag, pausing as Babs starts talking about jealousy. He bites his lip, glancing to the bag before he continues opening it. "If it's any consolation, My mom and then my aunt raised me so I don't celebrate Father's Day."

The bag opens, allowing for a glmpse of something long wrapped in fabric. The musician shifts it aside, instead pulling out a black plastic shopping bag instead. He tugs it out, setting it on the ground before closing up the bookbag again.

Oracle has posed:
Okay, okay. Babs did forget the mall. Fine. But she listens and nods pocketing the Nokias. Looking over to Nick Barbara smiles with a shrug. "So, what's up with these Nokias?" Babs shrugs and shakes her head getting to her feet with a lok around the park. "So they got any food here aside from cookouts?" she asks changing the subject. Babs is slightly hungry.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick watches as Babs pockets the Nokias. "They're alredy set up to work with the current network structure. Unlocked. As for the arrangements you made with Wade well, that's more something you should be privy too already."

He stands back up, straightening out his legs as he slings the bookbag back over his shoulder, the wrapped up escrima sticks still inside lazily tapping his back in the process. "I might have been a bit distracted before coming here but I think I-" He pauses, looking to where he came from. "Hot Dog cart to my left... The docks the tour boats use likely has a canteen or vending macines for food as well. Beyond that..."

He shrugs, "I'm not sure what's still around. I don't live in the area anymore."

Oracle has posed:
Babs looks amused at the idea of hot dogs and vending machine food. "Alright, okay then. I'l grab a hot dog unless you want one?" she offers, digging her money out. Yeah. She'll buy. She's willing to buy Nick a hot dog.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick glances back to the cart, giving it an assessing glance. Seeing the label declaring its grade, he gives a nod, "Alright. Another culinary experiment it is then. Does a Gotham hot dog taste the same as a Central Park one?"

He turns his body towards the cart, head glancing to the red head, waiting for her to get up.