11562/Sugar, spice, all things not at all nice

Sugar, spice, all things not at all nice
Date of Scene:	27 May 2020
Location:	A random (evil) coffee shop
Synopsis:	Morgana, Ivy and Cheetah sit down and have tea and discuss things
Cast of Characters:	Cheetah, Morgana le Fay, Poison Ivy

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Cheetah has posed:
What fresh hell is this? Recently Cheetah had forged an alliance with Poison Ivy and had mentioned her quest for a magical adept to assist her with a 'little' problem. Though she didn't mention it to Ivy, this problem involves a certain were-cat curse thrust upon Cheetah by her patron god, Urzkartaga.

Ivy had put Cheetah in contact with Morgana le Fay and had arranged for a meeting here: the Forever Green Café -- a hellscape of manbuns, burlap, and certified organic EVERYTHING. Ugh.

Cheetah, in her human guise, slumps down low in a 100% certified organic chair next to a table made of bamboo. Somehow. This better be worth it.

Morgana le Fay has posed:
Morgana has many, many questions. Chief of which is 'what the hel did I get myself into?'

Because, this place is.....okay, it's something that's got Morgana itching to summon her armor and ruin the place, but no...she....needs to be nice. This is as much a meeting as much as a comiseration over just where they are meeting. Morgana gathers her robes and settles into a seat opposite Cheeetah. Morgana has no other guises aside from /that/ Morgana. No crown however, so...

Poison Ivy has posed:
Ahh, it's been a while since she left her little green island, in voluntary social isolation from the rest of the world. To be honest, Ivy was not fond of people and didnt come out of her shell much..But she was starting to realize she needed trusty allies. Because she sure as hell was making a lot of enemies.

So of course she'd arranged this little meetup. But dammit, she's late, fashionably late perhaps, as they say. But still late.

All the organize stuff makes her happy though as she strides in, all green skin and green leafy dress and so much green stuff. She knows the people here, hey, a lot of them are cheering her on, members of greenpeace or other green places. So she feels safe here as she strides to the counter to order three iced green tea frappucino. Hopefully the other two ladies enjoy icy treats like she does.

Once her order is made rather quickly, she strides to the table near the window where she instantly recognizes a Cheetah, and the other woman must be Morgana. she smiles sweetly, glancing from one to the other.

"Hello ladies. How are you two today? I've taken the liberty of ordering these. Please enjoy on the house." she sets the two frozen treats down.

Cheetah has posed:
As Morgana takes her seat, Cheetah's green eyes rake her up and down. Now THAT'S how you make an entrance: just waltz into a den of hippies dressed as Queen Victoria. No forks are given! Cheetah can't help but admire Morgana's chutzpa and it reads in her delighted expression.

"Ms. Le Fay, I presume!" Cheetah actually takes the time to move from her place to give Morgana a light kiss on either cheek. "So good of you to come," a brief pause punctuated by an eyeroll, "here."

And then Ivy sweeps into the room like a (green) breath of fresh air. Cheetah is criminally underdressed, clearly.

Ivy gets a similar embrace from Cheetah, complete with matching faire la bise. The green concoction Ivy sets down for Cheetah gets a discrete side-eye but this does nothing to break the amicable stride on display. "Ivy! Dah-ling!"

Morgana le Fay has posed:
When you are /that/ Morgana le Fey, fawks are rarer than hen's teeth really. Looking over the place....Morgana only gets a glance before Chee embraces her and kisse her cheeks. Morgana smiles and returns the gesture. Which isn't entirely uncharictaristic of her...and after being let go, Morgana sits. "I am indeed Morgana le Fey" she says, then her tone sours. "If I'd have known we were meeting here I'd have picked leaves and berries for drinks for your friends here"

Read: Brought poison to make a point. Morgana's not averse to poisoning people to send a message. It's all about control. Oh her ultimate goal is subjugating the human world, true enough but, but.....she's giving the place what humans call the stink eye. Given she's very, very magical, all she has to do is move an inch and half the fruits become offered by snakes, or something insanely magical....and cruel.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Poison Ivy isn't used to such intimate greetings, but smiles sweetly at Cheetah and nods. "A pleasure to see you again, my feline friend. You look absolutely dashing, as always!"

To Morgana she smiles as well, bowing her head. "Soo you must be the Fae queen of legend, am I right? How delightful to finally meet you! So. I was really hoping to form an..Alliance..One always needs allies on their side, especially when one has enemies, don't you think?"

She takes a slow sip of her cool drink.

Cheetah has posed:
Needless cruelty is well within Cheetah's wheelhouse. She senses the same of Morgana. And of Ivy. Like attracts like.

And speaking of (likely) poison, Ivy's green, mockery of tea sits unloved its icy, little cup directly in front of Cheetah. Now that Ivy has taken a sip, well, the ball is in Cheetah's court. Lifting the cup, she does her resolute best not to sniff it. Since her transformation, trying not to sniff random things has taken up a lot of her time.

She watches Morgana closely. The title "Fae Queen" sounds important. And powerful. Perhaps powerful enough to overrule the will of a God. Time will tell. For now, she waits on Morgana's response to Ivy's inquiry.

Morgana le Fay has posed:
Morgana looks over to the cup and just watches it. It's like she's daring Cheetah andd saying, mentally, go on, takee a drink. You can't back out now....

Given she's a telepath, Morgana probably could say that, she's nudging at Cheetah's mind to reassure her they are on the same side.

"I am" is all she says to Ivy, though even that's got regal tones, or condescenion, or, or a mix of the two really. Morgana can't help it. She won't blink first and take a drink. if it's poison. well...

Cheetah has posed:
Cheetah had planned to look over the crown of her cup at Morgana as a means to buy time, too. With both of them doing it, it just looks silly. Cheetah's eyes narrow slightly as if to silently say: I saw what you did there. No telepathy necessary.

Summoning her courage and bunching her face just a little, Cheetah takes a mouthful of green...whatever. The potion lingers at the back of her mouth near her wisdom teeth for a time before slinking down her throat. It's not real tea, but it's not that bad. She makes a mental note to not apologize to Ivy for doubting her taste.

"So, your highness, what does being the Queen of Fae entail?" She might well as capped her question with, 'Make lots of cookies in trees, do we?' Condescension isn't the unique preserve of sorcerers, after all.

Poison Ivy has posed:
Poison Ivy peers towards Morgana as well, curious. "Indeed, I'd like to know myself. It sounds pretty...POwerful. You have your own kingdom tucked away somewhere? Subjects? How about powerful magic?"

She grins, she likes power.