11645/Nick just flew on in and BOY are his wings tired.

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Nick just flew on in and BOY are his wings tired.
Date of Scene: 21 June 2020
Location: Mel's Diner - Breakstone
Synopsis: Who do, Voodoo. Do what? Gets some odd mental imagery from Nick.
Cast of Characters: Voodoo, Phantasm (Drago)




Voodoo has posed:
Okay. Dazzler was right, the food here's not all bad. If by 'food' anyone cares to, oh, say, exclude everything past pancakes and/or bacon and/or waffles. Because that's what Priss, in jeans and a t-shirt that goes from shoulders to waist uninterrputed (purple, naturally for the t-shirt) is settled into a booth. She's got coffee with her too and her hair cacades wild and free, looking for all the world like she's out of the 80s,or, or, something. See, Priss looks entirely too awake.

Which is a good thing given her night was spent doing her Voodoo thing, too.

Yeah go from exotic dancing to all but throwing an attempted car jacker halfway to Jersey, good one Priss.

So she's not hard to miss really, not even got her head down over her food. Instead she's got her head held high, watching everything while eating her pancakes (with syrup), bacon, fried bread and sausages. See. She's branching out from the menu just a little.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It is a peaceful Sunday morning and with church out of the way and nothing else on his plate for the day. Nick decided that it might be fun to go for a flight. Besides, he's a little overdue on practicing his actual powers so, might as well.

The purplish black raven flies high over the Westchester area, enjoying the view. There goes Harry's...a place that seemed to be a pretty nice place last time he was in, despite losing some money to a local teacher and he's be tempted to swing by there again.

If it WASN'T MORNING.

But the metalic shiny of the diner does appeal to Nick's inner, and presently outer bird so he flies on down. Wings flap as he lands on a nearby sign, glancing down to the diner and then to the area surrounding looking for a discreet place to change forms.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss is enjoying her food, and watching the diner (still) with a quiet shrug and munching on her food contentedly, the odd sip of coffee here and there. Then she senses the bird. Alright she was doing a 'radar sweep' of sorts and happened to spot the bird, not that she does anything but mentally notes it is thhere....and that she's got food too.

Shaking salt over her food, Priss smiles to herself. Okay, today may not be that bad after all.

Telepathy's a great thing when Priss uses it to slide orders for food in that mysteriously turn up at her table/ Free food, hey why not. Her salary only goes so far.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It doesn't take long for the bird to spot a place to shift over. It's not a crowded city envionment after all. Hopping off the sign the bird glides off, flying over to a nearby treeline. After glancing around in the brush for any stray eyes and finding none, he hops down to the ground and shifts back.

In place of the bird, Nick steps out, Sunday attired. Dress pants, Dress shirt. Hair pulled back demonstrating a slightly longer hair length than a couple months ago. Giving a slight smile, the rocker strolls over to the diner, opening the door up.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss figured him out. "Tweet tweet" she muttters, "Birdie want seed?"

As in, birdseed, true....true. Priss is confident and able to dig in heads. She looks over to Nick and digs into her bacon more. She's aware of who and what Nick is. Still she looks up waving him over. "Hey, come join me" she calls.

Sure, Priss. Invite the Phantasm over. Although, she's met Dazzler, she's kinda/sorta met Nick, true, but...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Having entered in to the Diner. Nick takes a moment to glance around. Ok. So it's a lot like the diner in Mutant town, only instead of red, it's going with a greenish t- Maybe turquoise? Sea-Green? Some other greenish blue combination that Crayola assigned a weird term to?

Screw it. Just Greenish.

As his eyes scan the location, they eventually reach Priss's table where a priss is waving him over. Huh. In the middle of Westchester in this area?

A thought drifts to where he first saw her and what he knows of the area. Is it possible she's got ties to that school too? It's a small world affffter all.

Nick gives a slight smile, walking over to the invite. Ok yes. Something about the first interaction with Priss makes him wary but, the time at the studio, she didn't seem that bad so... Okay. Trying this again. He looks to Priss, trying to recall the name but only recalling the circumstances. "The music video, right?"

Voodoo has posed:
Priss nods, "Yeah the video. Did it turn out as bad as I figured?" she asks. Honestly she's washed her hands of that whole damn thing. Bunch of idiots ropping her in it...thanks a lot, folks/ Thanks...

Nodding to Nick Priss is genuinely curious really of what became of that music viddeo after her telepathic warnings against it. She tugs out a menu and sets it down for Nick, hey if he reads it, Priss did a good thing.

To be fair, Priss isn't all bad. If youre not a Demonite, that is. Or end up on her bad side/

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"It's a rule of thumb." Nick replies, taking the seat to which Priss earlier indicated for him to take, "Any movie, music video, or TV show that seems cutting edge or popular now is going to look freaking ridiculous over time."

He sets his forearms on his table. Due to the heat, the dress shirt has the sleeves rolled up, "But in the end, it's a paycheck. It gets your face out there, and it might lead to more paychecks."

He glances down to the menu. "Thanks." Well, its still morning so probably breakfast. "Oh I think Wade is happy you tipped him off on the planned music theft. An, arrangement has been made." In other words, not only is Wade getting paid extra for the time they went over the agreed time slot but Nick and Wade are getting money for the unauthorized usage of their material. Slightly more than had the offending party had done things the right way to begin with. Because they knew better dammit. Do not piss off the founder of a music studio/agency. "Wade can be scary when someone tries to cheat his studio or clients."

Voodoo has posed:
So Priss did good? Score one for the voodoo lady then. See, Priss is kinda pleased now cracking a smile at this. "So, they got screwed, you and Wade get paid huh? Good" she declares with a wicked grin to Nick. "So besides music, what've you been up to?"

Okay she's too damned awake on coffee apparently. Or she's all in a good mood, helping people out. Plus Zealot and company haven't contacted her in forever so...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Thoughts of training with Duncan and Buffy do come to mind, a few dream worlds he took shortcuts through, lessons, practice, reading, working on lyrics, and a few Make a Wish related visits, kitchen time at the shelter, and some occasional fights come to mind. "...Since we last met? Uh, not much really. Same old. Same old. Just, a lot of practice. Kind of trying to slow things down a little. You?"

Voodoo has posed:
Not much, keeping working, keeping doing my thing"

Which, ah if only Nick knew...if only he knew and connected the dots...

Shaking her head Priss reaches back to tie off her hair. "Just glad I got down time to relax though" she shrugs. "Met a new friend the other day mind so putting my down time to use. And you, of course"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
What dots? "Oh that's good. Nice to make new friends."

He turns his head as a server comes up and puts in his rather simple order of coffee, eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. It's very hard to screw up those things. It'll be interesting to see if this diner can achieve that feat.

The last part of Voodoo's comment does register, "...And m- Ah, right this moment. Got it."

Voodoo has posed:
Priss grins, "Yeah another showbusiness type, smartt girl, used to sing. So that's more singers in my misfit group of friends" Priss grins looking pleased, and like Nick she's wondering if they can screw up that order. Though to be fair Priss knows folks back home who screw up toast, so...anything's doable.
^RSee, Priss is amused by the idea really, "So you ordered simple things, are you that worried you'll get rubbery eggs and screwed over orders? Or is that just a hey, scoping out the place, ya/" Priss adds, stabbing at bacon with her fork. If nobody cared she'd get her claws and use those.

"To be fair mon ami, they haven't completely ruined my order, which is good. They did good food here last time, too" Priss nods reaching for her cofffee. "I think this place is decent, oui?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I'm not WORRIED." Nick replies, giving a shrug, "I was in the area and thought I'd try out the diner. Figured basic breakfast would be fine. If the order gets screwed up, it gets screwed up and I'll just have to point it out."

He pauses, giving a thanks to the server as his coffee get set down in front of him, giving a nod.

He glances over to Voodoo. "So, how did you know about what they were doing with the music?"

Voodoo has posed:
Priss is quiet for a moment, shaking her head. "Just felt things were off wiith the video" she says. No sense in outing herself as a telepath really. At least not /here/ at least. Still, Priss is smart, dangerously so at times...and flat out dangerous, too. See. See. Priss isn't /all/ bad.

Just mostly bad. At times.

"That looks about right" she comments to the food and sips her own coffee. She's been nice enough not to sift through Nick's thoughts either. "You know when you just feel things are off?" priss adds.

"That was me and the video, and it worked out for the best, ya?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"So, a sense of something's wrong led to you realizing they were stealing music?" He frowns looking to the plate before giving a nod. "If that's it, then that was an incredible risk that could have backfired greatly."

He grabs a fork, taking up a piece of egg with it to taste the food first before grabbing for the salt and pepper. "And I know that feeling." Nick glances up to look to Priss pointedly, "I have it right now. And... I had it the last time we met in -" He pauses, thinking about it. "... Mind reader."

Voodoo has posed:
Priss raises her hands. "Who helped you out and isn't digging through your thoughts" Priss says defensiveely. Like she doesn't much like being called out on being a mind reader. Great. Nick figured her out. Well then...well then.

Priss isn't all evil, mind. Just horribly misunderstood, and restless, and enjoying good food.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Hey, I'm not screaming it." Nick points out to the defensive one.

He looks to Priss quietly, imagining her in the most ridiculous costume he possibly can think of. Which, probably covers up more than Priss is used to anyways. It involves dog ears a comical dog nose, a hat a tu- Goofy. He's imagining her in a Goofy costume. Which... might be because of the Disney gang bank robbery last year. "So, points there?"

Voodoo has posed:
Priss shakes her head. "No you're not screaming it" she says keeping a straight face, though her eyes give away her amused state at the image. Something that goofy, and, yes, Goofy, not hard to pick out really and she fights back a smirk. Hey, maaybe she can work it into a costume...maybe? If she works for somebody around Christmas season, who knows. Still she's pleased she got Wade and Nick the good end of that whole fiasco

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick tilts his head looking to the expression, "Not digging?" He repeats, a skeptical tone to his voice. The mental image drops and is replaced by one word. BULLSHIT.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss cracks up giggling. "Alright, alright" she says. "I wasn't even diggign. That thought was so ridiculous I homed in on it instantly" she adds with a sigh. "See, I'm...well, I'm sorry, alright?" Priss adds, focusing on her food. She just got smacked psychically, or thoughtally, by Nick/ Which she totally and utterly had coming, either way and fully deserves. Not nice to go roaming around in people's heads, Voodoo!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick nods, glancing around to see how many people might be nearby before he continues, stabbing a bit of egg with his fork. "...So, that we're on the same page, how much do you already know about me?"

Voodoo has posed:
"Not that much. Just, ya know, the basics" Priss shrugs. "Same things that are out there. I don't know your deepest fears if that's what you're asking" she nods/ Roundabout way of saying nah, I didn't go through your head fully. Shit's scary in there...and that coming from Voodoo, herself. Well then.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"The basics," Nick parrots, "I'm not sure what you consider 'the Basics'."

Does she mean she has his full name? The name of his parents? A generic wikipedia entry or something deeper?

Voodoo has posed:
Priss doesn't. At least, not his full name as he goes by it. Just Nick Drago...which works fine for her. Still though she nods to Nick and gets up, checking the time. "You enjoying the food?" she asks...then she's out the door, running to her bike like she's late for something. She should have been in Metropolis five minutes ago. But food and company won out, Cue her leaving a rubber trail out the parking lot really. She's got time to make up and places to be. Metropolis one of them.