11566/A Boost in the Economy

A Boost in the Economy
Date of Scene:	29 May 2020
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Cloak and Dagger eavesdrop a bit on Shredder grooming a young mutant to his side
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Dagger, Voodoo, Cloak

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Shredder has posed:
    There have been many things that have happened in Bushwick in the last year. It has been actually almost a year exactly since Oroku Saki announced that he was going to be actively looking to hire mutants. Legitimate jobs that utilize mutant powers in an every day sense. Lex Luthor did similarly, and now X-Corporation is even up and running.

    That doesn't mean that Mr. Oroku didn't continue his stimulus. He funded a small museum that educates mutants on the history of the mutant gene and mutant rights movement, and that museum has done quite a bit to try to build community with some of the mutants that live in the area. So today, he's come to visit again. No pomp, no circumstance. Just a japanese man in a dark purple pinstriped suit and a red power tie. It's a nice and sunny day, only marred by a whisp of a cloud that flits across that bright orb in the sky as he gets out of the car. Behind him, another figure gets out, much smaller. He's hideous, really. Green skin, an elongated skull, and maybe five feet tall. He wears a red polo and khaki pants, and the businessman puts a hand on his shoulder, the way one might do for a son.

Dagger has posed:
During the day, Cloak and Dagger do not dress up in their costumes. At least Dagger doesn't. Today, Tandy is dressed in a pair of slim jeans and a white t-shirt beneath a black and white piped hoodie. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a bit of a messy bun with her bangs long and stranding in front of her blue eyes. Though while she may not stand out in Mutant Town for any type of mutation, she does stand out for her beauty. Like a lost, broken angel of light lost within a concrete jungle.

At the moment her mission is to snatch up some food to eat. Of the pair of them, she is the one who needs physical nourishment where Cloak merely feasts upon the light of those who do evil. As she moves along the sidewalk across the street from the otherside, she gives a glance over towards the museum, followed by her eyes tracking towards the oddly looking mutant that stands behind the taller Asian man. Her eyes then track up towards the museum, popping in a piece of gum into her mouth to chew upon it.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss is heading to work. Work for her? Dancing. Exotic dancing, no less, and she's agreed to help out in Bushwick, so she's a walking mass of sparkly, shiny and sequins and dressed like, well, what somebody would expect an exotic dancer to look like. She's curious about the car and figure mind, and pauses her walk to watch. She's not hard to notice usually, and dressed like this? Doubly so. She is though hanging back and waiting, watching.

Cloak has posed:
Tyrone Johnson is not out of costume, but it's hard to remove something that's physically, mentally, and spiritually apart of you. But here in Bushwick at least, no one looks oddly at him. Well, some do, but then he is large and ominous looking. He's following just in Dagger's wake like her shadow and watching their surroundings with an alert eye. She may be looking for food, but he's looking for trouble. Always trouble.

"Hm. All of that money spent, and so little spent to help people who have no gift or way to protect themselves." He does not sound impressed by fine museums and mutant philanthropy.

Shredder has posed:
    The man in the suit pays little heed to Priss, his eyes fall on her for a split moment, indicating that he saw the dancer, but move away just as quickly and just as casually. The young mutant, however, keeps his eyes there longer. He doesn't usually get to see girls dressed like that.

    What does catch Saki's eye is the blonde Tandy as he takes a survey of the surrounding area before entering. "James," he says, taking his eyes off Tandy. "What is it?" he follows the youth's attention. "I see. It is not polite to stare," he instructs in a firm, yet mostly neutral tone.

Dagger has posed:
"I don't know. I think a museum is nice. It gives mutants history of their struggles and achievements." Tandy says to Tyrone as she brushes her hair back behind an ear.

"I'm starving though." She admits as she gives a rub of her stomach. "We could snag some street tacos, then maybe take a peek inside and see what they have in there. I'm curious enough and we have nothing but time on our hands right now."

Cloak has posed:
"History is fine, so long as people take pains to keep the evils in it from happening again. Paintings and audio tours don't save lives." Cloak murmurs as he hunches his shoulders, resettling his ever-present shroud.

"Whatever you feel like eating is fine. I do... miss tacos." He muses quietly, perhaps a little regretfully. With great power can come great loss, such as being unable to enjoy tacos again. "We can go walk it after."

Voodoo has posed:
All this is noted by Priss, who is herself moving to get something to eat. She needs food before her dancingg after all. Mmm, maybe a pretzel or five, perhaps....hm, no, a sit down meal would take too long. While she's walking, Voodoo is reaching out with her telepathy, trying to touch the minds of all in the area and see what they are thinking. Admittedly, while doing this she's psychically loud, go figure, but.....

Priss is used to it. She leans on a wall and watches the goings on, pretending to look at her phone to figure out where to get food.

Shredder has posed:
    The mind of the young mutant is...well, on what most adolescent boys is on. The Japanese man, on the other hand, seems to be a mind of steel. It's focused, alert to everything about, but the focus, though he is not looking in her direction, is on the recognition of Tandy and the figure next to her. He doesn't know He views them clearly as a threat, but not in a sense that many might. He isn't afraid, he is simply alert, expecting not to be attacked, but also expecting to need to be vigilant at the same time. That said, his voice still speaks to the boy. "Remember, when we have distractions, what must you do?" he asks.
    "Clear your mind, consider your environment." The young green mutant takes in a breath, closing his eyes, and does a moderately good job of doing just that.
    "Very good," Saki answers. "Now, to your lesson on the history of those with the mutant gene." He indicates toward the door of the small museum.

Dagger has posed:
The mind of Tandy is on street tacos right now. She is hungry. Here in Mutant Town, she is at ease and thus, has the thoughts of a normal young woman.

Her eyes roll upwards good naturedly as she bumps her shoulder into Cloak's. "I've been hanging out with Kurt by the way. He brought me some snacks that should last me a few days. We have plans on going out and watching pirate movies together." Her blue eyes glance upwards at him, almost nervously. Is she telling him or seeking permission? "I like him. He's nice. He wants to help us."

The museum by now is forgotten as she heads down the street, aiming for a street taco vendor.

Cloak has posed:
The mind of Cloak is strange, like hearing two voices at once. One human with human emotions - restless, prickly, wary. The other impression is odd, like touching on a tiger in a tiny cage, resting and holding its anger while waiting for dinner and its chance to tear free. The two clash, overlay, twist and separate in a gnarled knot of thoughts that makes it hard to tell where one ends and one begins. It's an unnerving, vertigo sensation.

"Mm, well, he does seem to be a good sort." Cloak admits slowly to Tandy as he glances down to her, paying no mind to the others around them. "So far they haven't seen to mean us any harm or try to get in our way. So long as you are safe. That's my concern."

Voodoo has posed:
Voodoo's confused and overwhelmed, and she rubs her temples looking a little lost. See, everyone else's mind is okay, normal things, but....Cloak's mind throws Voodoo for a loop and then some. Looking over them all, Priss has a confused look as if asking wait, just /what the..../ is going on in that mind...

Priss shakes her head and blinks a few times, trying her best to figure out what she got into. Yeah that whole 'scan everyone and their minds' isn't the best idea, really. Nor is thhe impending headache, nor feeling overwhelmed. Good going, Priscilla. Good going.

Shredder has posed:
    Opening the door, Saki takes James inside the museum, a loud voice can be heard as they open the door. "Mr. Oroku! Glad to see you again, buddy!" the person it belongs to clearly is not so formal a character. Inside is Rocky. Rocky is a construction worker, Priss might hear his mind, far less complex than Cloak. Rocky is a refreshing mind, though. He is a man who speaks what he thinks, and thinks what he speaks. He genuinely wants to help others, and the excitement at seeing Saki arrive seems as real as his voice would make it sound.

Dagger has posed:
"I'll be fine, Ty. Not everyone in this world is out to hurt us. That much I am learning. Slowly." Tandy buys a pair of tacos for herself, unwrapping one hungrily as she licks her lips. "So, let's hit up the museum and take a walk around. I'm curious to see what we'll find there."

As they venture back through the doors of the museum, slips a few bucks into the donation jar, most likely half of what she has left over. They just need to steal from some drug dealers again this week to keep up a little bit of cash flow for food and utility. Dollar store purchases add up.

Cloak has posed:
Tyrone Johnson doesn't seem to be taking any particular interest in anyone they pass. He'll look and study as he goes, but he doesn't linger on any one person. He just continues to follow in the wake of Tandy, watching as she puts a few bucks in the donation box and briefly lingers on the sign touting the good work that's done by donating even just a dollar. Hopefully no one asks him to lower his hood.

"I don't remember when I was in a museum last." He muses to Tandy. "Probably a school field trip when I was a kid. Family didn't exactly have the cash to go check out dinosaur bones and fancy paintings."