11641/Late Breakfast

Late Breakfast
Date of Scene:	19 June 2020
Location:	Mel's Diner - Breakstone
Synopsis:	Alison runs into Priss at breakfast; the two discuss show-business.
Cast of Characters:	Dazzler, Voodoo

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Dazzler has posed:
Having returned to the Mansion, Ali enjoys a soak and a shower. Then another shower. Then a mud-pack. After being on the road for... months... a little pampering never hurts. Dressing a bit more upscale, she's wearing low-rise jeans tucked into knee boots, a pastel blue tube-top under a designer leather jacket with the blue Dazzler logo on the back.

There's a diner just in town, and Dazzler's white Harley is currently parked outside while she enjoys a late breakfast. Okay, a very late breakfast.

Voodoo has posed:
The diner's not empty. Priss is in there, waiting on food. The dancer's got the week off, something something scandalous telepathy something something....so she got the week off for knowing things she probably shouldn't.

Which means it was on with the half-shirt, jeans, boots, bring out her bike and ride out here from her hotel room. See Dazzler's bike is white. Priss's bike? Whole lotta purple in that thing.

She glances around and gives a friendly wave to Dazzler, because, manners. Really though, she's not digging at minds currently.

Instead she's digging into breakfast herself, which for her hybrid physiology, is a lot of pancakes, syrup, the odd bit of bacon, some sausages and fried bread.

And coffee. See, she's normal once anyone gets past holy what you are an exotic dancer....see, Priss is normal, down to earth, she just happens to, y'know, be a telepath that's loud and can grow claws at a few moments notice.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler returns the smile as well as the wave. And while Priss is waiting on her order the blonde looks the dancer over a bit more closely. "That your purple bike outside, honey? 'Cause if it is, I'd love to have you join me for breakfast."

Alison's accent is pure Hollywood, and even her plain attire can't hide good genes. Good, mutant, genes. Is she easily recognizable? Not likely, at least not unless Priss is a closet pop-star fan of some sort.

Voodoo has posed:
"Ah it is, sure why not" Priss asks. Her accent is more bayou and back country and swampland, not Hollywood, true, but...but why not.

Bringing herself over Priss settles in and nods. "You don't put diner and breakfast in the same category" she says, bringing her chickory coffee over. Because Louisiana born, sure, but...Prisss still can't let bits of her heritage go. Even if she's a wanted criminal to some.

See. Priss is an oddity. Not just her physiology, true but...but...who she is.

"You normally askk pretty Cajun girls to have breakfast?" Priss asks, sipping her coffee.

Oh Priss knows who Dazler is, her job is as an exotic dancer after all, because, because, Priss deals with music in her work. Well, the work that's not putting a bullet or a fist into some asshat who wants to evict mutants or kids who are behind on their rent and just got a five thousand percent rent increase...

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler smiles up at the dusky-skinned dancer, offering one of her best smiles. Stage-worthy, even. "Only when I find a pretty Cajun girl this far North with a bike." she quips back. "And yeah, I know what you mean. But I've eaten at enough diners lately that my stomach is pretty much immune."

Must be a latent mutant power or something. Right.

"I'm Ali. And if you're not from around here, then maybe you should be."

Voodoo has posed:
Priss tosses her head and giggles, "Yeah yeah, I live and work around the area, dance wherever will take me" she nods and waves a hand to the purple bike. "Thaat's my bike, true. And I'm a pretty Cajun girl indeed" she adds, raising her coffee and grins.

"So" Priss offerrs, "I'm Priss. Yeah yeah the whole Miss Priss thing, go on, say it"

She's not mad, hard to be when Priss can dig through thoughts if she wants. Makes her trouble. Or a useful ally.

Stretching her legs out under the table, Priss grinns more. "Nah I'm from around here, back home they don't like me that much, up here's nicer and a lot less people wanna throw me in a swamp, y'know?"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler laughs softly again, and it's even a musical sound. "Well we've got fewer swamps, for one thing." she replies. "Just stay out of New Jersey. But I like that... 'Miss Priss', indeed. Is that short for something?"

Says the girl who goes by 'Ali'.

"Pretty AND a dancer. I should've guessed, though. You carry yourself like a performer." And Dazzler would certainly know. "I'm just sorta back in the area again, myself."

Voodoo has posed:
"Isn't the whole of New Jersey a giant stinking swamp?" Priss adds with a musicl giggle. Hey, she avoids Jersey whenever possible. Rule #1 of being Voodoo. Don't go to Bloodhaven. Ever!

Priss nods keenly, ?B?"Yeap short for Priscilla. As in Priscilla Kittine. Miss Priss Kitss" she nods, emphasising the ss sound on the last word to be more like kisssss, really. Ah, wordplay.

"Yeah I'm a high end exotic dancr, read that however y'want" Priss nods and digs into her food once it's put over by her.

"So where ya from?" Priss asks.

She's no wallflower, nope. Priss is, well,not a wallflower at all, she's not shy or modest, either.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler taps her nose and winks at the statement about New Jersey. "On the nose with Jersey, Miss Priss." she quips back. When Priss drops the term 'exotic dancer', Ali's gaze lowers a bit as well. Predictably.

Not out of embarrassment, however, but more to size up the other woman. "Definitely high end." she agrees, open and free with the flattery.

"I'm from a lot of places, really." And a couple extra dimensions, to boot! "Just finished a long ride out to California and back. Not really sure where home is, but Westchester is pretty close."

Voodoo has posed:
"New Utrecht for me, live in a hotel" Priss nods, Room service is whatever I bring home, ya know? I've been all over the place. Dimensions? I've been to other planets but hey"

See, that barrier's been broken alright. "So basically, Cali's just a short trip, relatively speaking?" she adds with a laugh. "And yeah, I've looked at Jersey from my bike and been all fuck that. I ain't going there" Priss nods and winks. "You got Bloodhaven, you got the rest of Jersey. Nah, I'll stick to Metropolis and here thanks" Priss adds and holds up a slice of bacon on her fork. "So what do you do then, you figured me out and checked me out"

Yeah there's no shame in Priss's words, none.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler tilts her head, poking at a pancake with her fork and smearing it through syrup. "Oh, I'd say I'm still trying to figure you out, actually. Still checking you out as well." she replies. "And also wondering where you dance. Oh, and definitely stay the hell outta Jersey. That's always good advice. It's even worse than some prison dimensions I've fought my way through."

Now that we're all REALLY outing. Of course Dazzler 'came out' as a mutant years ago.

"I'm a singer, or at least I was at one time. I suppose I still DO sing, just not the big shows anymore. Who knows, I may get back into teaching at this private school nearby."

Voodoo has posed:
Priss smirks, looking thoughtful for a moment, chewing on bacon. "Jrsey worse than that?" Priss asks. Holy hell, she needs to talk to Zealot on that, but....the Coda probably won't believe her. Priss didn't think anywhere was worse than Jersey. Okay, maybe Philly in sports season, true, true.
^R"On paper? I dance in Metropolis, but..." Priss sayss sipping coffee. "But I'm more than happy to fill in. You sing, ever sung at the studios on NYC? The Shaw ones?" Priss asks curiously/ Oh that's a story and a half. Priss mentally gears up for it by way of chowing down on bread and ketchup.

""Remind me to never do a music video again, Ali" Priss nods, "I know who I am, what I am, and I'm not cut out for music videos. When you can know what people are thinking and know how much the video's gonna suck before it's made..."

Yeah she just admitted to being a telepath, in a roundabout way that is.

"So tell me what you figured out and I'll tell you if you're hot or cold on it" Priss offers with a grin.

Dazzler has posed:
Ali looks thoughtful, raising her coffee cup to take a sip as she studies the dusky-skinned Cajun across the table from her. "Well let's run down the list, then." she replies to the challenge. Setting her cup down, Ali starts counting on her fingers.

"You've been to other dimensions and planets, or at least you're not freaked out that I have. California's not that far for you, so maybe you're one of those speedsters. And you just -strongly- implied that you've got mental powers of some sort."

Alison smiles, then. "But I'm not here because I've tracked you down or anything like that. I'm just hungry. And glad we met."

Voodoo has posed:
"True on all counts" Priss nods with a smirk. "True, I did admit all that yes. You're perceptive aren't you?" she asks with a smile. "I'm glad, most people are, well, they are too busy sticking their noes into everything rather than pay attention to what goes on around them" Priss grins. "You're here because a diner's giving out good food? Okay, I guess hens do have teeth, oui?" she asks.

Dazzler has posed:
"Not my first rodeo with people who are more than they seem." Alison replies, dipping the pancakes again. "And I've learned how to listen over the years. But I'm here because it's quiet, the food has a passable amount of grease, and the coffee's good." Taking a bite, she holds eye contact while chewing and swallowing. "Meeting you here was just a bonus, I guess. So you don't do music videos anymore, I can really relate to that. I've been in show-biz long enough, and I don't have a mind-reader to know when I'm being treated like a piece of meat."

Voodoo has posed:
"Not any more, once was enough, it was a disaster from the get go. Everyone said bad idea. Nobody listened" ^Priss mutters, "Yeah no thanks. I'll dance and do my thing but not with stressed out high strung types, no offense, you're not that type" Priss says with a smile. "You're not bugging me for an autograph, so bonus points"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler laughs softly at that, switching to the coffee again. "Yeah, I've had my share of autograph-hunters as well. And like I said, I was in the business for too long to be stressed out by it. I got off that ride a while ago." She settles back a little into her seat, looking over at Priss. "Truth be told, I really don't mind signing them. Just not with mobs of people."

Voodoo has posed:
"Smart" Pris nods. "so you got me figured out. Mostly"^R
Oh yeah she's keeping her Kherubim/Demonite/whatever else she is under wraps. Which, hey, is good. Means she gets to live longer and enjoy things like, say, food.

Priss looks understanding. "Least you don't get the connotations my job brings with it" Priss adds and looks very much amused by that rather than angry. See, Priss is confident in who she is.

"So you got outta showbusiness, smart girl" Priss adds as she natches up her phone. "Great, they want me in in two hours, so get ready,that's my plan for now. It was good meeting you" Priss nods looking pleased and then smiles, watching Ali for a moment before she, yes, asks if she can have her breakfast in a doggie bag.

Not the weirdest situation she's been in food wise, nah. Priss is, if anything, used to it.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison chuckles softly, having no idea about the extra-world connections of the woman at her table. "For now, at least." she replies, on the subject of show business. "I know better than to rule it out entirely." When Priss' phone buzzes, Ali looks down as well.

"I'd ask if that's a hot date or work, but..." she teases, with a smile. "Nice meeting you as well. And stay safe out there, Priss."

Because Alison knows a little about that as well.