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Revision as of 15:13, 26 February 2021

The Cure: On The Mend
Date of Scene: 06 February 2021
Location: Breakstone, Westchester County
Synopsis: Shannon shares the good news of Dr. Brightman's antidote with Poseidon, as well as earthly ambrosia (chocolate), and more pleasant news.
Cast of Characters: Nightingale, Poseidon
Tinyplot: The Mutant Cure


Nightingale has posed:
     Sometimes, good news just couldn't wait. Well, maybe it could, if only long enough to bake a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, and fill up a thermos with some fresh hot cocoa. In just the time it takes Shannon to pack a backpack with the edibles and some incense, she's out the door and making her way to the little brook in the woods. She's all but dancing on the way there, and especially when she sets up the incense holder, cookies, and cocoa, lighting the incense with a huge smile. There would hopefully be no earthquakes this day.

Poseidon has posed:
"And that is why, with its speed, the stabilizers, and room enough for all your equipment, that would be the perfect research boat for you." Poseidon, in the shape and clothes of Percy the harbormaster, is currently talking with a pair of people in front of a moored boat, when his awareness picks Shannon's signature in the usual spot, doing what she usually does to call his attention. "now if you will excuse me, I will leave you to my assistant for the final paperwork. Please feel free to get in touch should you have any questions, I will be available"
"There you go Phil get all the crappy boring paperwork, humans deserve paperwork..." yes, he's around the corner, out of sight and unable to be heard while he grins, perhaps a bit evilly, he just unloaded at least two folders of documents and signatures on a twentyfive years old guy which is on a probationary period! Oh well, at least he's not alone, there are others to assist the poor boy. Maybe. Poseidon couldn't really care less about paperwork as he just teleports away to appear, dressed in a flowing ocean-blue robe, sitting on the stone bench in front of shannon "morning Shannon"

Nightingale has posed:
     The expression on Shannon's face as she greets Poseidon this time is markedly different than just a few days past. One must surely wonder if she has ants in her pants, the way she's all but dancing about on the stone bench! "Good morning!" is followed by a fierce hug. And, if Poseidon happens to glance over her shoulder at just the right moment....

     ...there's something--no, -two- somethings--wriggling on her back. Two somethings covered in... pinfeathers? A few true feathers?

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon returns the hug gladly, and blinks at the sight of wings "oh, look who's turning into a flying girl again..." he states, smiling at the girl and gesturing with his left hand for her to turn so that he can examine the little wings better "is it just that or is the healing thing coming back as well?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon turns around so Poseidon can examine her wings, giggling the whole while. They are tiny things at the moment, perhaps more suited to traditional depictions of Cupid than the large, sweeping things he'd remember seeing on her. But they are growing, and growing fairly quickly. "The healing's coming back, too. It's like it was when I first manifested as a mutant. I'll have to be careful for a few more days until the antidote's done its full work, but at least it's working!" She turns her back a bit more towards the stone bench, trying to rub her wings against the cool stone, and that is perhaps the first time he's heard her grumble about the whole matter. "I wasn't missing the itching, though... it's like when I first grew wings a few years ago! Or like molting season!"

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon nods understandingly, looking thoughtful for a moment "yeah, sorry you have to go through all this, I can imagine it's not the most fun of things... How long will it be before your powers come back at their fullest, do you know?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Dr. Brightman said it could be anywhere from five days up to a week for the antidote to work fully. So I'd guess about that long for my gifts to return to full strength." Shannon grins a little sheepishly, just shrugging a bit, and keeping her back turned for the moment. "Can't help the pinfeathers. That's just nature. Just means I have to either swim a lot, roll in the snow, or take a lot of showers. That helps the itching some."

Poseidon has posed:
"even if humans didn't realize till just a couple of centuries ago at most, taking lots of showers really, reaaaallly doesn't hurt and it is actually a very good thing. But if you want I can summon a snowstorm and have it follow you around or something?" Poseidon smiles, making it quite unclear if he's serious or not...

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just laughs and shakes her head. "A snowstorm following me around would probably raise more questions than would be good. That's really kind, though, but better I should stick with showers." For a moment, she goes quiet, considering how to tell him the next bit of news. "Well... it also seems more are maybe a bit more accepting that you're very much real and alive, than I might have thought before..." And somehow, this also has her... blushing?

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon tilts his head, eyebrow again raised "they accept that Thor goes around smashing everything with his hammer, why shouldn't they accept that I am real and alive?" yes, he seems perplexed "come on there's a guy from another planet flying around with an s on his chest, a guy that shoots spiderwebs out of his hands that goes between rooftops to fight crime... I'm not the strangest thing around but, do, please tell me about it. How did that come up?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Thor's rather nice, run into him a few times. Superman's just as nice, not to mention he seemed to be a fan of my mac 'n cheese..." Shannon can't help but giggle a little at this. "Spider-Man's not too bad, but haven't run into him much."

     Her blush deepens a few shades, and she coughs lightly. "I was talking with a... well, guess I can't entirely say friend, it's a little bit more than that now... and was asking him about the book he was reading. So we got to talking about that, which led to talking about my book of Greek myths, and it didn't take much for the conversation to turn to how much of myth was real and how much wasn't." Shannon grins a bit sheepishly, shrugging and wriggling her stumpy little wings as if echoing the gesture. "Ted asked which of the gods I'd want to meet, if ever, and well... I kinda told him about meeting you and Athena, and Hercules. He was actually pretty accepting about the whole thing."

Poseidon has posed:
"well look at who's got a boyfriend now!" Poseidon exclaims, chuckling afterwards and beaming at Shannon "well make sure he and any eventual future suitors know that hurting you means getting against seventy percent of this planet... But again, it would be odd for him or anyone to not accept my, our existance, all considered. I am still glad though"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hope one day we can all get together so you can tell him that yourself," Shannon replies, giggling softly. "But I'll pass on the message." Oh, look, is that a container of cookies that hasn't been opened? And cocoa that has not yet been shared? The horror! She's quick to remedy the problem, pouring out some cocoa and offering some cookies to Poseidon. "It's not quite ambrosia, but I think it's maybe as close as us mere mortals have."

Poseidon has posed:
"You know, if I ever come across ambrosia that will not make you burn alive, I'll gladly share" the man states, accepting the cocoa with a beaming smile and one of the cookies as well, which gets eaten and receives another smile and a "these are delicious, indeed, close to ambrosia. And cheaper, I'd say!"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Chocolate. Mortal man's answer to ambrosia." For a little while, there is companionable silence, as both mortal and divine delight in the treat that is hot cocoa and cookies. "Hopefully I'm not the only one who's been having a better time of it lately? How have you been?"

Poseidon has posed:
"yes but we don't have white ambrosia, milk ambrosia, ambrosia with cereals, ambrosia with oranges... Oh my gods chocolate with oranges, or mint, these must be good..." Getting quiet and sipping some cocoa, Poseidon thinks about the question for a couple of seconds before shrugging and shaking his head "same as always, nothing new, really. Eternal life can be a littlebit, how can I say, well lets say it's hard to get into anything new after ten tousands years and some?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon grins wide at the mention of all those chocolate-based treats, making a note of which ones seemed to have Poseidon almost sound like a little one at Christmas. "They are good. There's chocolate with raspberry flavor, too. Or chocolate covered cherries." Laughing, she claps her hands with glee, her eyes twinkling merrily. "Hard to get into anything new, but not impossible. I'll have to see about bringing some of those variants on chocolate with me next time."

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon looks at Shannon thoughtfully for a moment, then slowly asks "you, know, I could just, hmh, summon it right now right?" he stares at the ground in front of them, tapping on his magic to materialize an empty table, which soon fills with bowls of chocolate covered cherries

Nightingale has posed:
     "You could," Shannon acknowledges. "But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of bringing gifts." She eyes the table, and the bowl of chocolate covered cherries, trying not to reach for them. "You have no idea just how tempting those are...."

Poseidon has posed:
"eat them, then. You know they are not poisonous and I swear I am not asking for payment or anything. Plus, they don't come from a store so they are not stolen, and they taste exactly like they are supposed to" Poseidon promises, taking a cookie for himself though "but these are better..."

Nightingale has posed:
     Well, what was one or two chocolate covered cherries? It's not as if she was indulging in pomegranate seeds from Hades! Shannon does accept the offer of the treat, indulging in one of her favorite vices--and looking as if she'd just been transported to heaven. "I suppose it's wrong of me to deny the pleasure of giving to others as well. Still, though, I'd be happy to find some of those chocolate oranges, and maybe make some peppermint bark... which is a holiday treat involving peppermint candy and chocolate."

Poseidon has posed:
"tht sounds delicious" Poseidon states, smiling at Shannon and, looking at the sky, probably reading the time from the sun or something "I am afraid though that I will have to leave soon, I need to take care of some things asap before someone messes something up and I am forced to dive into paperwork... I hate paperwork, like probably every sane person in this world..."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon bursts out laughing, nodding her head in agreement. She seals up the container of cookies and holds it out to Poseidon, along with offering a hug. "I can't think of a sane being, mortal or otherwise, who actually -enjoys- paperwork... wait, gods have to deal with paperwork, too? You poor things!"

Poseidon has posed:
"only when we pretend to be mortal... And sometimes even when we don't, but, that's another story..." Poseidon explains, standing from the bench and straightening his robe with his hands before bowing his head as a farewell to Shannon "be well, be safe, and say hi to all those people that finally start to accept that gods can exist as much as aliens and mutants and billionaires with an armoured suit can" winking, the god of the seas steps back and, in a blink, he's just gone.
"did they sign? Did they buy the boat?" Oh, poor Phil, doesn't he look all tired after dealing with that stack of paper and signatures and documents? Yes, yes he does, and Poseidon doesn't! Which is great isn't it?

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just grins, tucking away the thermos and the incense holder in her bag, now that the incense has burned itself out. "I will, and I'll also let Ted know your other message." And just like that, Poseidon's gone, leaving the stubby-winged healer making the hike back home, actually -whistling- as she goes. My, my, what a day.