12433/A Mutant and a Monkey scream for ice cream.

A Mutant and a Monkey scream for ice cream.
Date of Scene:	10 November 2020
Location:	Baskin Robbins - Salem Center
Synopsis:	Ice cream and a shared past help a goddess and a chimp find friendship.
Cast of Characters:	Detective Chimp, Storm

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Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp was passing through the area. He had been doing some orders through a local music store for some collectable vinyl. Today the shop was closed for a bit so Chimp needed to kill some time. He has found himself in the local ice cream shop. There are a few people looking at him and a kid or two pointing, but he has gotten used to it. He waits patiently in line and once to the front, he looks up, and says "Yes, I am real, yea I can talk, no I don't want banana ice cream, give me a triple scoop of pistachio, and yea I have money to pay for it." As if he has gotten used to these reactions over the years.

Storm has posed:
    The Salem Center was hardly a new location to Ororo. She was there doing a bit of Christmas shopping for her friends at the Mansion when she spotted the Baskin Robbins. While she was a woman of unending willpower? Nothing stood in the way of so many flavors of ice cream. One in particular.

    Pistachio.

    STepping into the store and setting off the small, musical bell that was perched to announce a new arrival. She was there just in time to hear the entire rehersed schpeel coming from the...chimpanzee? Well, that was new even on her (and one of her friends was large, blue and furry). "Make that two, please." Said in a warm voice that held a slight accent to it. Storm was wearing jeans and a simple cowl necked grey sweater, but clearly she was...more.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp will look over and raises a brow ridge "Well now, your a bit away from home." He comments to the woman, and looks back to the kid behind the counter, and says "Put hers on my bill." He turns back to Ororo ""Not often someone does not look at me agape the first time they see me, but then again you have good taste in ice cream, so it might be a sign of being someone more .. interesting.... than the average person. " He actually takes a moment there trying not to be insultive.

Storm has posed:
    She didn't seem to have any trouble regarding him. No calculated looks away to not be staring or nervous shifting signalling discomfort. Instead, his offer to buy her ice cream is met with a smile that could warm the coldest tundras. "Thank you, the gesture is a kind one." No mocking or disbelief or attempt to poke him to see if he's animatronic.

    "You are certainly a first but not the strangest I have seen. I think I have long stopped being surprised in the face of something unique. As for being more interesting? You're not far off the mark." She reached up and pushed some of the waves of snow-white hair from her shoulder to fall down her back. Neither of them would ever be able to blend into a crowd. "Maybe if you were blue."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp chuckles, and says "Only my language part of the time." He says in comment to the blue "Will say I have run into a few interesting people in this neck of the wood. Still get the odd looks, but the girl with the skunk stripe who worked at the music store, and an old friend of mine I ran into over at the bar." He motions towards a table "Care to have a seat? I'm Detective Chimp by the way."

Storm has posed:
    "A streak of blue keeps things colorful, though I refrain personally." The chuckle is returned as she nods in agreement to the offer of a sit down. Why not? She had nothing on her agenda save a never-ending mountain of papers needing a grade. Which she was currently avoiding like it was plague ridden. Setting her bags beside her on the floor as she sits.

    "Detective Chimp? A bit on the nose, though memorable. Ororo Munroe, it is a pleasure to meet you, Detective." Holding out her hand to shake. A memory she keeps is the look on Kurt's face the first time she offered the same. Though many years ago, she'll never forget the genuine shock at so small a gesture.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp shakes the hand, and seems he has enough friends it is not as much of a shock for him. "Well it works to help people find me in the phone book, plus most people can't say my real name so saves them a bit of a sore throat." He takes a lick of his ice cream "And you as well. So to sound like a cheesy line, what brings a lady like you to a place like this, I mean your not quite as odd fit as myself, but I would not think there are many Kenyan's in Westchester county and the odds of running into one even more rare.

Storm has posed:
    "A good business turn." Said with some mirth as the order arrives and she thanks the boy who just stares a moment before turning and going back to what he was doing. Storm just shakes her head a bit. "Christmas shopping. Best to start early and avoid the horror that is Salem Center in December."

    She's a bit delicate in eating the ice cream. Though the first of three scoops does not survive long. Blinking in surprise before she smiles to him. "You have an ear for accents, Detective. Though, I am a New Yorker by birth, I was raised in Cairo and then Kenya and return there often. I imagine your odds would not be so wild as you would think. The world becomes smaller every day."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp hmms and nods a bit and says "Been a while, but I am from the Congo area, heard a few on my way to the states." He does not mention about it being in a crate or as an animal exhibit. "Seems we took opposite paths, I came to America, Florida when I was still pretty young. But yea it does seem to get smaller and smaller each decade, but there is still plenty of oddness and wildness out there if ya look in the right places.

Storm has posed:
    "I have been to the Congo, like many places in Africa there it little like it in the world." Ro smiled and switched over to Kituba, the native tongue of the area. "Different paths, perhaps. Yet it is always wonderful to meet a Brother of the Cradle of the World."

    Just as easily, she returned to English. "Or, perhaps it is the pistachio? It is hard to determine." She was enjoying the conversation, it was refreshing to speak to someone who had a connection to her true homeland. Especially over her favorite ice cream.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp actually speaks her native tongue back to her or maybe it just seems so, with magic who can really tell. "I have put some thoughts about going back, but getting in and out of the states can be a bit of a hassle for me, so unless I have to don't leave that often, and when I do, try to have a re entry strategy in mind." He makes pretty quick work of the ice cream but does not wolf it down. "Maybe a bit of both." He offers on the homeland and ice cream. "I try to come up this way about once a month at least since I find the music shop, they have some rather good connections for original jazz recordings."

Storm has posed:
    "Here." She reaches into her clutch and takes out a receipt and a pen. "One of the advantages of being friends with the Goddess of the Plains is that I can actually fly. Both as a pilot and when I choose." Said with a chuckle as she slides the scrap to him. "Consider this a thank you for the ice cream. The next time you long for the Dark Continent, give me a call and we shall go."

    The ice cream is finished about when his is. "You speak a very good Swahili, Detective." Smiling as she stands. "This has been a delight that I shall not soon forget. That offer is genuine as I travel back home often." Of course, Chimp may know her by that title of Goddess of the Plains. A white haired goddess worshipped in Kenya because she is able to bring the rains when the lands need it and has drawn many of her people from poverty, famine and pestulance to a flourishing prosperity. "Until we meet again, brother." With that, she bows, hand over her heart and moves for the exit.

    The boy behind the counter just looking between them. A goddess and a talking chimp? It's a bit much for minimum wage.