1667/You Scream for Ice Cream

You Scream for Ice Cream
Date of Scene:	26 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	82, 969

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Melter (82) has posed:
Melter sprawls on a chair in a cafe overlooking the park and takes a swig from his glass of water. "I swear, the call ME 'Melter' but this heat wave...?" he says, as the brassy sun beats down on the various peoples in the park. They're under shade and it's still hot hot hot.

Enchantress (969) has posed:
It's a good day for sprawling; not so much the ideal day for anything that requires more movement than that. "Thank the, er, Norns for refrigeration," comments the Enchantress from her position in the next chair over. She's fanning herself with a hand in an attempt to stay cool, and that, plus the icy coffee drink -- using the term loosely -- in her hand are doing a decent job of it. Well, and the outfit helps.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter has put aside his usual jacket and just has a loose tank-top on, and shorts he's appropriate from somewhere. The best thing about summer? No nosy Child Services people possibly wondering why a dude his age is not in school. "Thank the Norns," he echoes. He raises up his head and looks out at various people moving through the heat-shimmers on the paved walks. "Man, you wouldn't know that a bunch of beekeepers attacked this area like a few days ago," he says as he takes another long sip from his water. He sets it aside and it's refilled by the waiter.

Enchantress (969) has posed:
Fortunately for all concerned, Sylvie tends to lay off on the Asgardianness when she's not "in public", defined as being listened to by people she might want to believe she's the real thing. "I think they must have a lot of practice repairing after attacks by mad scientists and crazy monsters," she offers. "It happens all the time. By now, whoever cleans up afterward must be, like, /expert/." Even she has made a concession to summer by ditching the gloves and going to sandals instead of thigh boots, but then there wasn't really much else to cut. "I wonder who does that?"

Melter (82) has posed:
"Damage Control," Chris says, swirling the ice in his glass. "That's what usually on all the big rigs around the damage sites. For something like this, I guess it's the same people - prob just to had to do some landscaping. And, like, remove the big fliers." He frowns a litte. "Maybe SHIELD. I think one of the others called them in, too, but I was too busy getting patched up to really notice."

Enchantress (969) has posed:
"Oh, is that actually a company name? I always just thought it was a job description," Sylvie says. She thinks this over for a couple of seconds and then decides, "I bet they get really frustrated sometimes. Like, they put the whole park back together one day, and the next day someone else blows it up again. I know I hate doing the same thing over and over again." Making a face, she sips from her pink unicorn frappuccino, or something like that. "It's not still bothering you, is it?"

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter rolls his shoulder. "No, it's fine," he says, shooting the girl a warm smile. "And yeah, I bet it gets frustrating," he continues, thinking about it for a time. "But they get paid for it." He shifts in his seat, remembering when THEY used to get a paycheck for what they did. "You miss it?" he says suddenly.

Enchantress (969) has posed:
She does look a wee bit concerned, but if he says it's fine, then she'll go with that. "I'll take a closer look when we get home," the Enchantress promises, all the same. "Just to make sure." His point's a good one, and she acknowledges it with a nod, but the question takes her by surprise. "Getting paid?" she asks. "Not really. If anything it's kind of a pain to deal with cash and everything. It's much easier to just have people give you stuff!" Oh dear.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter quirks a smile. "Ok, fair enough. And there is no timeclock to punch. And no insane supervillain giving you orders." He swirls his ice again. "Things are pretty good, all concerned. And no sign of the others."

Enchantress (969) has posed:
"They weren't all bad," the blonde girl protests, although rather mildly. "Well ... Executioner kind of creeped me out. And I just didn't get Big Zero, like, at all. But Coat was nice." All the same: "It's true, though, we're doing all right. Although we could be doing so much more!" She then mentions, like it's nothing: "I met Thor the other day!"

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter's eyes widen and he looks around at Sylvie. "And.. what did he say?" he says slowly. Well, she's still alive for starters. That's good.

Enchantress (969) has posed:
"He was very friendly!" she says, before adding, with a giggle: "He had trouble remembering my eyes were up here." And touches her temple with a finger. "And he actually seemed peeved that they didn't let us into the Young Avengers." Which probably indicates that she was strategically unclear about who they didn't let in and why.

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter sits up and now has a calculating look on his face. "You think you could talk to him again? Maybe get us a spot?" he says, suddenly intrigued.

Enchantress (969) has posed:
The Enchantress gets that very slightly predatory smile that, every once in a while, makes her seem a bit less the airheaded innocent. "I'm /sure/ I could talk to him again, for real," she says, and she's probably right about that part. "I don't know about getting places on a team, but I felt like he was open to the idea, y'know? I don't even know what they're doing with the Young Avengers now."

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter shakes his head. "Not heard from them lately. Nothing on the 'net that anyone can confirm..." Not that he checks, like, every day or anything. Certainly not multiple times a day.

Enchantress (969) has posed:
She's certainly willing. After all, it's important to him! Which means that by extension it's important to her. "I'll get hold of him for sure, then! If the old team is kaput, then, like, they're really going to want to have the name out there, so nobody else grabs it! Plus, he gave me a number to text him at, so it's almost like it'd be rude /not/ to check in with him, right?"

Melter (82) has posed:
Melter whistles softly. "Yeah. That would be good. You have his text number?!" he says, goggling. "You're sure this was the actual Thor?" He still looks a little stunned. "I mean, I guess you of anyone would know, but.."

Enchantress (969) has posed:
She giggles. "Yes, it was definitely him. He wanted me to text him my measurements, I think he thought, like, my outfit was too racy or whatever." Oh, well, who could possibly think something like that? "So maybe he'll have ideas for a new one or something? I wouldn't've figured him for the fashion critic type!"