14665/Evening run ins.

Evening run ins.
Date of Scene:	14 January 2023
Location:	Guest Rooms/Suites, The Triskelion
Synopsis:	Black Canary runs into Nick Drago outside the guest suites at the Triskelion. There's talk of her band and workouts.
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Phantasm (Drago)

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Black Canary has posed:
Fatigued. That's what Canary looks like. Fatigued. And bruised. Slightly cut and abraded, with torn clothing to match. And, peculiarly, if one's gaze manages to actually reach the eyes despite the distractions she insists on wearing, profoundly and deeply satisfied. The baby blues, past the shiner, are steady and quiet, pairing with a slight smile of contentment.

She's got saddle bags slung over one shoulder as she stalks through the guest halls, heading to her assigned quarters for her debriefing stay.

"Damned bureaucrats," she mutters under her breath as she strides with paces as long as her diminutive frame allows for.

She probably wasn't fighting bureaucrats; not in the literal sense her condition would suggest at any rate.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As evening sets and the majority of the workday has come to a close save for the unlucky few, there's a drop in foot traffic within the Triskelion. As such, one of the long time residents of one of the Guest Suites at the Trisk finds himself playing Punxsutawney Phil. The door suite G1 cracks open briefly before shutting. After a moment the door opens much more fully, ejecting one Nick Drago. Rockstar. Actor. Mostly missing since his tour got canceled abruptly over a year ago. Definitely not an agent. And yet based from his chosen attire, he seems at home here enough to exercise some intent of going over to the gym area to get some exercise. Based from his less than content expression, not at home enough.

Black Canary has posed:
Of course, Canary recognizes Drago. Recognizes both "the competition" and, naturally, talent. A barely-visible eyebrow crawls up her forehead to hide, ready to pounce, beneath her bangs.

"Drago? Nick Drago?" There's a tinge of incredulousness in her voice. "What the Hell are you, of all people, doing in the Triskadecaphobia?"

She tilts her head, rubbing her non-shinered eye with a closed fist to mime not believing what she's seeing.

"I'm the Black Canary," she adds, likely unnecessarily. "Frontwoman of Ashes on Sunday. You've probably never heard of us."

There's just a very slight hint of hope in her voice. She wants Senpai to notice her.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Hearing a speaking voice Nick's not as familiar with calling his name, in an unbelieving manner, the musician turns his head. The outfit does get a look for a moment before pale eyes look over to Dinah's eye. His body turns, facing her completely as she queries to him being there. "Triskelion." He responds back with little time to even consider if the correction was even needed.

Nick doesn't actually answer the question as Dinah goes straight to introductions, mentioning her band. The lengthy pause as she mentions him never hearing of them becomes pregnant, carrying the response to full term before making its way into the world. "...I'm sorry. The name kind of sounds familiar but I've kind of been under a rock for awhile and things were hectic prior to that." He pauses. "But I have heard of Black Canary," He offers up in consolation. He makes a gesture, mirroring the position of the black eye, "...Training mishap?"

Black Canary has posed:
"It's OK. We're barely above a bar band," Canary laughs. "I just get so tired of introducing myself as part of a bunch of vigilante and hero groups I had to take the chance to introduce myself as part of a band."

She juts out a hand for greeting, broad friendly smile across her face. "Nice to meet you in person. You look different than your stage persona."

So she's seen his act.

"Nah. Mission mishap. I'm here for debriefing because of effing COURSE I am. So much paperwork and bureaucracy. And I'm not even actually beholden to this crowd! I can't imagine being actually employed by them!"

She glances Nick over. "You going to train? Need a spotter or sparring partner?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
There is a point to Dinah's words. The stage persona is often times what gets left on stage. And while the topic of work is currently on the mind, the grandiose mannerisms meant to entertain even those in the back of a crowded room are not present right now.

Nick gives a slight smile to the comment. The faded scar on his forearm had briefly been exposed when he had gestured to the eye. Dinah's offered hand draws the arm to another movement, obscuring the markings as he takes the hand for a shake. The hands aren't soft, but exposes the more frequent usage of parts of his hand. The fingertips a little rougher from plucking strings, and the palms from holding sticks.

Although, drumsticks don't normally cover that amount of surface area. "Yeah, takes a lot of hair styling to get that much volume on stage." He admits, "Don't need to be doing that off stage."

The hand lowers as Canary laments the paperwork. "Yeah I have a few friends who hate that stuff too. I don't work for them so with a few exceptions I avoid it."

The question gets the slightest of nods and then a shake of the head. "Well, yes and no. It's going to be light days for the time being so just cardio and maybe legs. Nothing that might stretch the back out. Also mishap related."

Black Canary has posed:
"Well, let me drop my kit off and quickly shower and change," Canary offers. "I can at least keep you company while doing the routines. Hold on a second."

And with that, she's off down the hall at a rate that seems ... faster ... than her legs should be able to carry her in a bouncy gait. The door slams and in almost no time there's the sound of the shower running.

Whether Nick waits in the hall or heads to the gym, she's there in surprisingly quick time, hair only toweled, mind, and tied into a pony tail behind her, her frame clad in too-tight yoga pants and a size too big fleece sweater with some small-town university logo on it (University of Toronto).

"So, just working out then?" she asks. "I can spot you if you're doing heavy stuff."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Ah b-" Nick doesn't get much time to say anything in response before Canary has flown off to do the things she stated she was to do. He looks to the door she disappeared behind and stares at it for a couple minutes before he shakes his head, turning to head off towards the gym area.

He compromises on the 'not waiting in the hallway while someone takes a shower' bit by not moving too quickly towards the Gym. Although, if the doctor asks, it's totally because of the injury.

By the time Canary gets there, Nick is starting to move towards the track. Unlike the other, he doesn't have to resort to using a ponytail this time. That December mission led to him having to get a shorter hair style for it. His hair hasn't quite reached the pony tail length again. But give it time, he might not age, but his hair can grow.

Dinah's offer to help with the heavy stuff gets an appreciative nod. "Just light stuff. No heavy lifting tonight." He admits, "But, I could use someone as a pacer if you're inclined."

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah cleans up nice. She'd look like any number of attractive women out there were it not for a couple of little things. Like how her legs are more muscled than most men's, not to mention most women's. And that hairline scar that follows the contours of her neck. And the bull elephant in full-on "mast" in the room: the shiner. That's looking even more garish after the shower.

"Sounds good to me," she chirps. "Running's one of the best ways to do cardio: not most efficient, but best blend of efficacy and low kit requirements. If you've got at least one leg, you can go running."

And with that she takes her place alongside Nick, running with him and gently applying psychological pressure by keeping herself glued just a little bit ahead of him by half a foot-length or so; encouragement to try just a little bit harder.

She's done coaching before it seems.