12647/Lunch Time Socializing.

Lunch Time Socializing.
Date of Scene:	14 January 2021
Location:	Cafe - Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Tyler and Ivory meet and discuss various subjects
Cast of Characters:	Twitch, Ivory

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Twitch has posed:
It's lunch time and the cafe is pretty busy. There's people from all walks of life there to enjoy themselves, munching delicious food, sipping tasty beverages and playing various games. Overall, it's a happy sort of atmosphere. The tables near the counter are occupied, as if most of the counter itself. There are a couple of empty seats next to one another, however.

One of them isn't likely to be empty for long as Tyler Grant heads towards it. He's looking pretty relaxed, his long hair is a little wet (or perhaps has too much product in it) and his shoulders rest low as though he doesn't have much stress. When he arrives at the counter and hops onto a stool he picks up a menu and starts to look it over, trying to figure out what he'd like. There's a buzz from his pocket and he pulls out his cell phone to talk into it quietly, "No. Definitely not. They were vampires, okay? Mutants don't turn to ash when you jam a fence post through their heart." Then a pause. Then: "Alright. I'll talk to you later. Get me that bow and some wooden arrows. Peace."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory yawns a little as they slip into the coffee shop. Their winter jacket shows a trio of cats playing in snow, a pair of shorthair black ones and their logo white persian one. One of the black kittens features a white mark around the neck and belly, the other actually wears a collar with some large rhinesstones.

"White chocolate Mocca please..." they order with a little yawn as they work over to the counter, searching the pocket for some change before pulling out some bills to pay. Huh? Vampires?

The head of the whitehead spins to the talking at the phone, blinking at the guy....

Twitch has posed:
"Ugh," Tyler sighs as he put his phone away in his pocket. Then he turns to see the person blinking at him and freezes like a deer in the headlights. His head twitches slightly to the side and he manages to recover, "Um. Hello." A little lame? Perhaps. A good deflection? Nope. Then it's his turn to order, "Large cinnamon dolce latte, please." He too pays with cash, even sticks a little in the tip jar. After taking care of that he looks back to the newcomer. "So. How about that..." Think of something! "Sports?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory nods a little at the hello. "Hello there. Did you just say *vampire*? You know, like in bloodsucking, people burdering haemovores that make underground parties in old slaughterhosues?" That's awkwardly specific, but yes, Ivory had been there. Ended as a red-tinted scared kitty running though the night.

Twitch has posed:
"I don't know about underground slaughterhouse parties, but maybe what I thought was maybe a costume party slash orgy that turned out to be some kind of essential oil thing," Tyler explains, almost wincing when the words come out. It was not an easy sentence to put out into the world. "So... uhh... you know they're real, right?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory shrugs a little. "I gues they are as real as any metahuman, right? But what do they have to do with essential oils? I mean, do you like... fight them with rose water or something?"

Twitch has posed:
"Turns out if you invite anybody into your house to sell them smell good oil you might be inviting a vampire, the sign outside said 'everyone welcome' and the suckers just came in," Tyler explains as he gets his latte and takes a drink. "Well, they knocked first and got invited in. They were all dressed old fashioned so I thought it was a costume party, then people were talking about oils and stuff and I started to figure it was a sex party. I was so wrong."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory hmms a little, whruging. "Are you sure that they couldn't have come in without the sign? I mean, why would they need to be invited, unless they were psychologically hampered in some way or another?" Once more they yawn, pushing their cash to the brrista as they pick up their drink. "That's like crazy."

Twitch has posed:
"I think they have to be invited in, right? Like in those old movies with Saruman as Dracula?" Tyler asks thoughtfully. He shakes his head, "It was pretty bad. They were some kind of Church of the Blood Pact and they were trying to recruit."

Ivory has posed:
"i dunno, I don't think so, but then again I am no expert at that stuff... maybe ask a certified witch or something? There are some in the phoen book, right?" Ivory shrugs a moment. "Maybe it's a religion thing."

Twitch has posed:
"Maybe it is..." Tyler says after a thoughtful moment before he shrugs. "All I know is wooden stakes through the heart, or silver through the heart, does the trick. Turns them right to dust. I gotta find the guy who was leading them, Viago, dresses like Tyler Durden, and kill him before he can make more vampires. But he's really strong and fast so I'm going to try to back shoot him with a bow and wooden arrow. I figure a straight fight against him might not be a good idea."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory says, "Anything into the heart should turn anyone into a corpse. At least that appears like a rule of the universe." Ivory chuckles, stretching as they steer to a table. "That is, some might come back from the death... Eh, maybe you look into the phonebook? I think there was a wizard in it last I checked...""

Twitch has posed:
"I'll look him up," Tyler says to his new acquaintance as they move. "My name is Tyler, by the way. I'm not a wizard or anything, though, just a boring gym rat." There's a little chuckle at that comment. He produces his phone and googles 'Wizard NYC' to see what comes up, "No idea if this will bring up anything useful but it should be interesting, at least."

Ivory has posed:
"Ivory." they asnwer wth a little smile, looking over to the phone just a moment. "Might be in the tri-state area or something."

Twitch has posed:
"Huh, there's one in Bludhaven," Tyler says after looking for a moment. "Going to give him a call later, see if he can tell me about vampires so I don't do something stupid, like holy water them when it doesn't work or some such."

Ivory has posed:
"Sounds like a plan, Tyler. What you do if you don't hunt leeches?" Ivory asks with a chuckle, leaning back againt the back logo on their jacket.

Twitch has posed:
"I train folks at a mixed martial arts gym," Tyler says, sounding proud of himself. "What do you do, Ivory?"

Ivory has posed:
"Design. A little nieche, but apparently my cat shits and jackets are cute enough to be entering mainstream, even f they are nnot my mainstay. Well, you do gym stuff? I had learned in school how to kick and such, but mabe formalizing that wouldn't hurt...

Twitch has posed:
"I'll teach you to fight," Tyler says to Ivory with a nod. "I'm pretty good, got a basis in Brazilian jiu jitsu and kickboxing so I'm well rounded. BJJ is a really good system for ground fighting and helps smaller people take on folks larger than themselves in lots of situations. Kickboxing is just what it sounds like, kicking the crap out of people with your fists and feet. I usually use kickboxing to get inside my opponent's guard so I can take them down and mess them up on the ground."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles as they lean forward a little. "Well, I just dunno if they match what is ingrained. I mean, yo know old habbits and such. And I tend to do a little of a space-hamster style fighting."

Twitch has posed:
"Space hamster?" Tyler lets out a laugh. "That's why you gotta train a lot, to condition yourself to fight in specific ways under stress. Competition is really good for helping you improve, too, because of the stress you're under at a tournament or prize fight or whatever you want to do."

Ivory has posed:
"Go for they Eyes Boo!" Ivory quotes a 1990s computer game. And showing of some nerdism. "I mean, I learned to be effective somewhat, and that's how I stay upright. And a little luck to not be hit bad so far."

Twitch has posed:
"Any fight you walk away from..." Tyler replies. "I usually don't advise people get in fights outside of the mat, but I'm not going to judge. I mean, I charged into a house full of vampires a few days ago, so what the hell could I say that wouldn't make me a hypocrite?"

Ivory has posed:
"Happens if you are openly bi, advocate at pride marches and own a brand that stands for androgynous and genderless clothing." Ivory answers with a smiling shrug. "So I had to learn the hard way."

Twitch has posed:
"We can trade clothes for fighting if you want," Tyler grins. "I'll have to check out your brand, though, see what works for me. Think I could pull off the androgynous look? I am a pretty man, after all."

Ivory has posed:
"Mayhaps. You interested to dress in that way?" They chuckle as they pull out a QR-code sticker to hand Tyler. "you can look at my webstore."

Twitch has posed:
"Cool!" Tyler says as he takes the sticker, producing his phone again to scan the code. "If I can pull it off I might give it a shot." He looks at the screen after the web page loads up, "Persian Cat. Nice. I like those critters." Then he looks back to Ivory, "This stuff is really neat. I could pull off some of the shirts for sure."

Ivory has posed:
"White Persian cat, yes. The white is important, as fully white persians are especially hard to breed if you get any genes from other cats in." Ivory notes, stretching a little. "I hope it fits the likes. Really."

Twitch has posed:
"I did not know that," Tyler grins. "Learn something new every day." He glances at the phone once more, "Yeah, I mean, I always wear this jacket, but I might be convinced to try something different." Then he shakes his head, "Anyway, we gotta talk about you. Work out when I can get you to the gym for some training. That way next time a bigot picks a fight you can knock their head off."

Ivory has posed:
"Leucism is recessive and usually creates patterns in the fur. Spots like you see them on the Tuxedo on the back of my jacket. I think it took the people of Angora generations to end with pure white longhair cats known for the region and as Persians. Mix in some other colors and you end with a pattering of cat." They chuckle a little. "I'd claw out their eyes and possibly make some rocky mountain oysters if I am in a particular bad mood..."

Twitch has posed:
"I like cats just fine, they make for good company," there's a chuckle at that. "Usually. My family never had pets since my dad's allergic to them, but someday I'd like to get one." Then he grins, "Good for you. I usually just beat them up if they try something. A lot of the time just being willing to fight will scare them off, though. Especially if they're not in a group."

Ivory has posed:
"You don't simply get a cat, Tyler. You get adopted by one. I mean, really, cats decide if they liike you as their cohabitant, unlike dogs who take whoever feeds them." Ivory chuckles a little, stretching the arms a little after emptying their cup. "Though what kind of overlord are you loking for to toss things off your shelves?"

Twitch has posed:
"I'll need to find myself a buddy, if that's the case," Tyler says with a nod. "I'm not really sure what kind I want. Probably just whichever likes me best when I go to the shelter to get one. Maybe one of those big Maine cats, they're really cool. Don't want a bald one, they need to get baths all the time, right?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory says, "A buddy is a dog. Cats have a head of their own. Maine Coons can be quite big with like... close to 20 pounds, but so are Sibereans, heck they can get even larger with something like 25 or such. Coons have a longer tail though and can have such a long coat you could make a wig from their sheddings. Outside of Uncia uncia that is, but you won't ever be adopted by one of those. Even though their pelt is all glorious silver fluff! And no, that's not leucism, that's natural color in the himalayas. Grey and silver and white." Ivory almost rambles about cats."

Twitch has posed:
"Wow! Those are some big cats!" Tyler exclaims. "I'll make sure to consult with you before getting a cat, though, as I want to make sure that I help the right one pick me." Then he laughs, "But that's a way off. I'm not in a position to have any kind of animal in my life. Or even a steady girlfriend, probably."

Ivory has posed:
"Why's that? Living in the broom chamber of a friend?" Ivory asks teasing as they eye the cup of Tyler's coffee before the eyes wander to the watch. "Oh, look at the time, I got to go soon."

Twitch has posed:
"Bunch of roommates," says the young man. "And it may kind of legally be squatting. I'm not sure, not a real estate lawyer." Then there's a nod, "Yeah, I should probably hit the road, too. No rest for the wicked." Standing up he extends a hand for a shake, "It was very nice to meet you, Ivory."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory takes the hand, shaking it for a short moment. "You too! call me or send me a mail if you got time."