1702/A Little Bit Earthy

A Little Bit Earthy
Date of Scene:	27 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Terra, Abigail Brand

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Atlee (1034) has posed:
    As happens occasionally (more often than you might expect), the local police have called for SWORD backup to an incident that is occuring in the Jamaica neighboorhood in New York. It's a bit difficult to make out the dispatcher over the roaring and crashing sounds, but you get the feeling that perhaaaaaaps it may be a serious situation. The local police are basically focusing on evacuating people from the surrounding buildings, all you're really able to get is 'this big frickin' thing came outta da ground...GET INNA CAR, GOD, GET IN DA CAAAAR!" And sounds of someone speeding away apparently said car as you could hear big footsteps come romping up towards the apparently dropped radio then a crunching noise and static.

    This sounds like a job for SWORD! And so you're dropping towards the site in one of your transports with a squad of your best X-Com...I mean, SWORD marine types. You can see a plume of debris and/or smoke rising from above the area, it must be bad, because you can see what looks like a huge rock get thrown up into the air...then come right back down as you're getting close, followed by a distant WHUMP! of an explosion and what looks like...a shower of blue...stuff?

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Abigail Brand is... really thinking she needs to hire some deputies or something. Sure, she has squads worth of soldiers to fight off an alien invasion, but this whole 'investigate things' side of the job is pretty much all her, and while traveling all around the Earth is probably nothing on a galactic scale, it's still a hectic lifestyle on the Brand scale of 'I just want one evening to watch Netflix and eat a whole pizza'. And things look worse and worse as the transport gets lower.

    That giant rock flying up into the air has her gripping the armrests of her chair, oh she hopes the pilot is- ...oh, hey, the rock's flying back down and... oh, that blue stuff can't be good. It's either some sort of hazardous chemical, or it's going to be alien goo. She bets it's aliens. "...Oh my god. If someone's crushing hostile aliens with giant rocks... I -want- them!" Oh yes. She -definitely- wants a deputy... and hey, this might just give her a chance to get one!

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Things have quieted down a little bit as the dust settles, as the transport hovers over the area, slowing, before your SWORD troopers hop out, using little bursts from their jump packs to slow descent. Only REGULAR soldiers have to fast line down. They are met with...well, the area is now...blue. There's a fairly good sized crater over there which appears to have been the epicenter that looks like it's roughly the size of a panel truck, that currently has a large rock lying next to it that like the explosion picked it up slightly then rolled it over. Probably blunted the worst of the concussion really. There are...pieces of something that looks either insectoid or...mole-like from the claws? A hard shell of some sort, either way, with pieces of armor scattered around along with...well, pieces that were probably inside. It looks like it just...exploded.

    Which explains the sticky blue goop that's sprayed over everything in the area, and the cars that have been knocked on their side by the concussion. Luckily, this at least meant there are clean areas to walk on. At least, for you. The marines just suck it up. It's why they get the pretty armor.

    There's a few areas that look like building facades have been smashed in, including part of what looks like a pottery shop with a big bull mascot giving a thumbs up on the side, with painted fine china stacked around him, and an expecially large goop of blue stuff that is currently covered with a good chunk of the front of the building that's collapsed on top of it. It appears to be...uduating slightly.

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand isn't so much put off by the blue goo, the giant alien bits. She sighs and runs a splayed hand through her hair, brushing it back despite it already being well out of her face. Something of a tic as she looks around at the mess. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. I could work for Damage Control and have to clean -all- this mess up. Of course, someone's got to get samples... and since I get the fancy office and the nameplate on my desk says 'director', well, I guess that's one of you."

    She's perfectly at ease. Well trained or not, she figures the fact she puts on that unflappable exterior keeps the troops calmer and more focused than they would otherwise be. Less worried about why that one mound of blue goop is still moving. Still, that seems like something she can check out herself. She makes her way from clean spot to clean spot, until she's standing by the mass, and then reaches out and... well, she does the most scientific thing she can think of.

    She pokes it. One finger, just a good firm -poke- before she calls out, "Hey, is someone... in this? Did the monster eat you and then you made it explode from the inside? That's pretty damned impressive! ...Or are you just this big thing's heart and I'm talking to a gross alien internal organ? ...Or... well, I mean, it -has- to be alien. Sure it looks like it could tunnel underground, but it's -blue- on the inside, and I distinctly recall grade school science class mentioning blue is very rare in the natural world!"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    As you poke the goo covered rubble, it does stop twitching for a moment. It's...sticky. And warm. Ew. Oddly it smells vaguely like...patchuli?

    Then the brickwork suddenly heaves upwards smoothly, pushing back as it floats up into the air, then comes back down with a series of wet 'SPLORKS' around where it was lying.

    And then the goo alien gets up. It's about your height, though it's hard to tell as the goo covering it is a bit uneven and swirled up. There's a series of wet 'splorch' sounds as smaller pieces of brickwork come popping out of the surface of it as it staggers forward unsteadily towards you, pawing at its face as its other hand reaches for you...well, hand, but more just a big ball of goop as far as you can tell!

Abigail Brand has posed:
    That blob beginning to rise up as her pulling back, hand reaching into her coat and pulling out one heck of a fancy gun. It probably shoots laser, or phasers, or -masers- or something. Certainly nothing as plain as bullets.

    Those bricks and blobs beginning to pop out definitely earns a tightening of her grip, a steadying of her aim, and a low murmur. "Oh, c'mon... be a good thing... be like... an X-Man or something, and not just... angry alien goo monster. Goo monsters are such a friggen -pain- to kiiiiilll..." She grits her teeth and calls out louder, "Okay, it's all done! The... big icky monster is dead! You can calm down and... stop and... do you need a hose or something? I'm assuming you're -in- the goo... pleeeease be in the goo!"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The figure stops, though it's unclear if it's the gun, or just because it trips, nearly falling over, then righting itself again as it starts vainly scrubbing at its face...which just adds more goo to it, really.. It turns slightly in place, feet making little 'plop plop glorp' sounds, before it starts to stagger towards a nearby hydrant thats' been busted open, staggering past you, until it's out in the street.

    There's a crunch as part of a nearby wallpulls free of the pile it's standing on, then floats over above the hydrant, then as the figure holds its blobby arms out, the wall comes down on the vertical spray from the hydrant, redirecting ti as it blasts over the figure as blue goo starts to fly everywhere from the spray as a figure starts to slowly emerge...a black and white uniform, a definite humanoid form...or human form....annnnndn as the last of it comes off, you have what looks like a now completely soaked young woman, her hair plastered to her skull, violet eyes blinking at you as the wall slides back to gently land on the street.

    Followed by her sneezing loudly as water drips down over her nose, starting to shiver. "Oh...hi..." Atlee says, then sneezes cutely again, rubbing her nose. "Sorry! This is...really cold..."

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand stares, watches... keeps her gun up... and then she's just sort of stunned. Sure, she's cataloguing things as they happen... whoever this is, they can control... rocks? Sure. Rocks, that makes sense for now. She keeps an eye on those bricks moving, at least until -most- of the goo is gone and... well... okay, that's new.

    Brand lowers her pistol, mouth working slowly for a moment. "It's... ah... uhm... yeah, fire hydrants are... like that." She chews her lower lip for a moment. There's -no- way this young woman is the bad guy! Really! This is -definitely- not a snap judgment based in part on 'Awww, that's a cute sneeze'. But still, Brand's at least polite enough to start unbuttoning her jacket, "Here, you can have this, it'll at least help a bit... you'll be dryer if nothing else. We can find like... a blanket or something I'm sure..."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Atlee waves it off. "Oh, no, I couldn't get your jacket wet...achoo! I just..it's a little, um...I think if I just..." She reaches up, taking hold of the zipper at her top, then zips it down to about her waist, as the water that's causing it to balloon out promptly comes pouring out in a little puddle under her, before she tugs at it a bit, trying to dislodge the last of the chilly water. While this probably exposes a bit more than she is supposed to in public, the costume is luckily damp enough cling juuuuuust enough to keep in PG-13 territory as she dugs at it, then walks over to perch on a nearby partially broken park bench as she starts to wiggle off her boots to dump out the water in them. "Oh, that was...very, um...b-bracing..." she manages, shivering a little. "I'm fine! I'll be okay!"

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Abigail's never before really seen her constantly wearing sunglasses as anything more than putting on that cool, implaccable facade of 'mystery government agent who you should definitely not blab to your friends at the bar about, Mr. Dockworker who saw aliens'... but... it -also- means her eyes going wide at that flood of water don't really show. "I... ah... hm. Costume's not water proof, huh? I should... uh... make a note of that... I don't think ours are either..." Still, she can't leave the poor girl shivering in a tight costume that was just a wetsuit. Even with that waving off, she waits until Atlee's draining her boots to drape her jacket over the girl's shoulders and dryly murmur, "Oh, don't worry. I get government rates for drycleaning." She laughs softly at her own... well, -attempt at a joke, before she's giving a slow turn of her head to look around the remaining rubble and evidence of ruckus.

    "So... do you fight... big goo bug mole monsters often? I've never seen one before, and I keep up to date on these things, or at least I try to." She sighs out and shakes her head with a low grumble, "I think I need to hire some more help."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    "It's mostly the top is open, and then it's not very water permeable...achoo!...s-so it breathes but it doesn't DRAIN, really..." the girl tries to explain then looks grateful for the jacket. "W-well, if you're s-sure...." She pulls it around her a bit more, snuggling into it a bit. At least its warm enough that it won't stay cold water for long.

    "Um, well, if you mean the Ekidnae, not usually, but they tend to stay much lower in the ground. But there was this nice Mr. Beetle who built this subwaypeded, and that attracted the Earlibirds who tried to eat it, then of course the Ekidnae followed them up. Because they eat them, you see." she pauses, peering up at you through her soaked bangs as she blinks at you. "Um, and then, well, they tend to eat whatever they find at that point, so he went a little crazy, and I couldn't really convince it to go down, and then it was going to start eating people so...I had to drop a REALLY big rock on it, and then...well, it exploded." Because of course they do! "I'm very sorry for the mess." she says apologetically, the shivering starting to stop as she gets a little warmer with the jacket on.

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Abigail's eyebrows lift a little bit as she notes down these names and... well, she'll be filing them in a report for sure, but mostly she just keeps staring at the girl as she explains and then lets out a low little noise that -might- be a muffled chuckle. "Oh, explosions uh... usually wind up being the end result of things like that. We aren't usually lucky enough to have someone to stop them before the 'eating people' part kicks in." She frowns ever so slightly and gets a touch less 'reassuring the victim' and more 'interrogating a... who knows?' "So, your powers are... uh... you a mutant? Or did you take some weird power drugs? Just for the paperwork and all. They get mad if we don't dot the i's and whatnot. And I'm Brand, by the way, Director Brand of... SWORD, or uhh, Alpha Flight's space defense force, or whatever they settle on a final name as... I think that alpha flight one's a bit long to airbrush on the shuttles, but hey..."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The girl leans back and smiles cheerfully, then spoils it with another little sneeze. "Ah...sorry!" she says apologetically, then offers her other hand that she didn't sneeze against. "Hello Director Brand! My name is Terra, and I am...a metahuman? I did not take any drugs, officer." she says seriously. "My abilities are...um, natural. For me, not so much for my people, but um, I'm a champion so that's okay!" She beams up at you. "Yes, that does seem very long! SWORD...that is like SHIELD? That's clever!" she congratulates you, apparently completely seriously.

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Abigail is stern. Serious. All business! She is not going to giggle and fawn over this heroine like she's a high schooler who just won her first spelling bee or something. No matter how tempting it is because she's just so -cheerful-, even shivering and having been hit by a tidal wave of weird bug alien goo. She laughs out softly at the name of her organization at least though. "Well, that's... uh... good? I mean, you'd certainly count as a heroine at least, saving all those people. You'll have to tell me more about being a champion though. That sounds a little more... formal. Although I guess the outfit doesn't come with a lot of gaudy accessories, so that's good." Brand rummages around in her pants pocket until she pulls out a business card, "Now... since the danger is at least temporarily gone, and I don't think I'd be getting a commendation for making the person who saved the town sit out here and catch pneumonia... do you want a lift home? And uhh... a job maybe? I need more people with abilities and the kind of personality that doesn't run away when alien monsters start trying to eat people."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Terra cocks her head at you as you offer the card. "Oh, that's perfectly fine, thank you. I should help clean up before I try to go home." Very matter-of-fact, like she fully expects that should be the case.

    She rubs her nose, then seems to be pondering where to put the card, before she simply nabs the sleeve of her jacket and firmly rubrubrubs down the middle of her chest to get it dry, then zips up, before tucking the card down the now handily dried, ah, 'pocket', that her cleavage provides. Safe!

    She pushes herself up blinking a little. "Though, I am not good at cleaning up goo, but I can move the rubble for you and perhaps fix the street?" she says, sounding almost hopeful that she'll be allowed to continue to help, then looking uncertain as you offer a possible job. "Well...this is my job. I am here to help the surface however I can! Especially in dealing with subterranean creatures my people are more familiar with." she explains, then smiles, her violet eyes meeting your shades. 'But I would be happy to help you if you need it as well!"

Abigail Brand has posed:
    For one brief moment, Abigail is struck by just how few people she meets have -pockets-... yes, that's what strikes her. Indeed. And then she's moving on to catch up on Terra's words, nodding quickly and then gesturing to her squad, pointing out the goo and other bug-monster-debris to clean up, while apparently leaving the rubble and other rock-related work for Terra.

    "Well, I never turn down free help! Fixing the street and moving the rubble is more than helpful enough, especially given that you -also- defeated the monster in the first place." It's probably a good minute before Brand clears her throat softly, brain finally catching up, parsing all those cheerful words, "Oh! So you're... uh... from underground? That's... I've never met anyone from underground. I mean, I heard about this guy the Fantastic Four run into time to time, but uh... you sure don't look related. He's like... knee high?" She clears her throat... paperwork and small talk. Her two weaknesses. At least paperwork only involves -her- realizing how bad she is at it though. Still, she figures the least she can do is keep the new heroic sort company while she fixes the road up. Also... she needs to laminate those business cards. For real.

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The girl brings up her hands by her sides, her fingers curling a bit as a little tremor runs through the ground. There's a rumbling, crackling noise as pieces of the street under the big crater in the center starts to bulge upwards, starting to fill in as the cracks in the pavement begin sealing up like a zipper is being drawn across them. "Oh, HIM." the girl says, an annoyed tone entering her voice. "Yes, he is QUITE annoying and causes no end of trouble every time he decides to 'invade' the surface." She puffs out an annoyed breath, her still drying bangs flipping up slightly. "But yes, that is correct! I am from a different area than him, though there are quite a few peoples who live beneath the EArth. Part of why I am here is to try and be someone who can speak for both sides." She's breathing a little bit deeper, her brow furrowing cutely as she focuses, the road looking better than it did before...well, other than the blue goo. She can't do anything about that, apparently. The piles of rock and rubble start to float up in the air and carefully curving over to being stacking in neat piles out of the way of the street. "I am from Strata, it is a completely different city-state."

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand bobs her head and laughs softly. "Yeah, I hear he's annoying. I mean, he must be a pain in the a-...err, he must be trouble for the roadwork crews in New York City if nothing else. Talk about potholes and all." Still, it takes a minute or so before that line about being 'one' of the people from beneath the Earth sinks in, and Brand goes sort of still. "O-oh... wait, so you're from like... a... country, or kindgom or whatever, underground?"

    Her eyebrows pop up, then furrow, then her face shifts back to that usual neutral tone. "Well, I guess that means... you're not really going to have any issues with me. I mean, I'm more focused on aliens and all? But... you seem capable, and adventurous! Have you ever considered a career in law enforcement? You get to help people, and have a badge, and sometimes on your birthday they get you a cake." She's... clearly kidding on that last one, she even tries to inject humour into her tone of voice!
    She settles back then, legs stretching out in front of her as she rests against a battered, tilted light pole and just watches the street seemingly repair itself. "Or, I mean, you could probably be the richest private contractor doing road repair for cities, but that's... kinda boring sounding, right?"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The other girl giggles a bit, looking over at you as she finishes the repairs. "I don't think I was granted my abilities to fix roads, now..." she says, her violet eyes twinkling a bit. She hmmmmms. "I don't know about law enforcement though...I mean, I -do- try to stop people from breaking the laws and hurting others, or stealing, or things like that. But I tend to go wherever I'm needed too, so...it would be difficult to fufill the needs of an organization with set goals?" She frowns. "I wouldn't want to let you down. But! I would be happy to help you, if you needed it. You can give me a call? I have a phone!" she says, a little proudly. This one has survived a whole two weeks!

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand laughs softly and reaches into her jacket, pulling her own phone out, "Well, I should get your number! I mean, we're a... somewhat informal organization at times. But I'm sure I could give you a call whenever I could use your hands! Or... uhm... earth moving powers?" She chews her lower lip and lets out a soft laugh. "Our only set goals are protecting people from alien threats. So I'm sure we'll find a way to work this out."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The girl perks, then reaches down, rummaging in a boot before she jerks up on what appears to be a small pocket. The reason why she didn't use this earlier is..well, the phone pretty much fills it completely. Tiny pockets! With some work, she gets it pulled out...revealing she has one of those Nokia indestructable bricks. Functional, but not exactly a smartphone either. "I will be happy to use my hands for your needs!" she says cheerfully, tapping on the phone, then sending her number to yours. "And I am fine with talking to aliens or helping to convince them not to be threats. I have a good friend who is part of the Legion, so I heard things from them too often."

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand quickly gets Atlee's number, giving a little nod and... raising an eyebrow. Well, tiny pockets are still better than back when everyone tried carrying all those pouches around. She'll take tiny pockets any day. She also approves of that functional Nokia choice, although she supposes when one might be being covered in monster goo like earlier, it's a great choice. "Oh! I've met the Legion! They're... uh... good kids. Real motivated to do good." Brand slips her phone back into her pocket and looks around, "Well, I think the usual repair and rescue crews can handle the cleanup from here. Do you need a lift home or anything? I mean, I've got an entire shuttlecraft that I could use to drop you off."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Atlee perks with interest. "Oh yes! I've never ridden in a shuttlecraft before!" she says cheerfully. "If you would not mind, I would be happy to ride with you." She smiles up at you. "Maybe you can tell me more about your group, and you, and things like that?" If nothing else, Atlee is always actively curious about new people and new things, after all. She tucks the phone back in her boot, closing the pocket up again before she takes your hand, bouncing on her toes. "Shall we?"

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand has to stifle a grin. This kid's got moxie and... whatever it is when you're all bright eyed and bushy tailed without having a tail. She gives a brisk nod, waving her team off to head out and offer general support to the town... apparently -they- get to find their own way back to base, or call another shuttle or something. Brand leads Atlee up into the ship, and while it might be a little more spartan and militaristic than Star Trek, it's certainly got the requisite blinky lights, touch screens, and switches and knobs. "Oh, of course! I mean, my group's not all -that- interesting, we're tasked with protecting Earth from extraterrestrial threats, and we have a space station, but... aside from the -details-, that more or less sums things up."
    Brand's at least polite enough to help Atlee with the harness for what must be the copilot's seat, getting it buckled and tightened appropriately before handling her own. "As for me, well... I'm Abigail Brand, I fight aliens. And... I guess help super heroines clean up after fighting big monsters from underground now." Aaaand... then she hits the engines, not -quite- full blast because hey, air safety kids. But enough for a respectably dramatic woosh and press into the seats for takeoff. "Now, where to?"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The dark haired girl looks around with interest as she's strapped in, her eyes flicking from colorful display to display as she wiggles a little as you strap her in, trying to lean forward a bit to see more. "Oh, it's very interesting!" she says, not catching any sarcasm involved in the explanation, and seeming...well, genuinely very interested. "It's nice to meet you Abigail. Hey! We are both A names too!" she says with a giggle. "Um, Staten Island, please?" she offers, kicking her feet absently.

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand feels like Atlee's exactly the sort of chipper, carefree teenager she usually bristles about getting involved in the sorts of situations she deals with. But she finds herself rationalizing that hey, girl can crush giant monsters, so she -clearly- can handle it, not like the random teens who just run towards the nearest crisis to get on the news. She sets course for Staten Island, cruising well above civilian traffic. "Uhh... as for me? Well, I told you my name... I run SWORD, which is... part of something called Alpha Flight now, but we used to work with SHIELD and... uhh.. hm, I'm half alien? With green hair? I... there's not a whole lot to say about me, I guess. I suppose that means I ought to get out more."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Atlee looks over at you, her eyes on your face as you explain. "Have long have you been doing it? And what's Alpha Flight then, if you're just a part of it?" she asks curiously. "And...what type of alien? Have you met your alien parent?"

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand's brow furrows just a touch, "I've... uhhh... a long time... and... well, they're a Canadian government group. Sort of like the Justice League, but with more snow? They just happen to fall under the same umbrella as us... I guess 'superhero' and 'space' are close enough for government work?" She sighs out and flicks the switch for autopilot, stretching her arms up above her head with a groan. "I haven't. He... visited Earth and... met my mother and made me, then off to space he went." She gives a little shrug, "I met my half brother, but he's... some kind of space criminal, so like I guess... my opposite half?"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Atlee frowns a bit as you explain, then reaches out to gently pat your leg. "I'm sorry." she says gently, sympathetically, before leaning back in her chair again. "That must have been hard...especially finding that out about your brother." She mmms, then says. "I think that it is very helpful to have a superheroine in space. You must have been a strong person to be put in command of SWORD, and in charge of protecting so much."

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand sighs and gives a little shake of her head with a crooked smile. "Well, we can't pick our family. And, I mean, overall it wasn't that bad of a deal. I've got more stamina than most humans, some mutant abilities, so... I think that's probably part of it... I mean, who better to put in charge of protecting earth from aliens than the half-alien?" She lets out a little laugh, "Plus, I had a lot of military training, and an infrequent enough social life I was probably the candidate who didn't complain about living on a space station. But... what about you? You live in Staten Island now instead of... like... in some underground city?"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The other girl looks honestly suprised. "Infrequent social life? But you seem very nice! I like talking to you." she says curiously, then tilts her head at the question. "Oh, well...I stay up here because it's where I'm needed, but...having a place to sleep is nice. My boss lets me stay at the restaurant I work at, so that is where I live right now." she explains. "It's not very big, but it's usually not too loud, and Mr. Giovanni has stopped opening the door without knocking after I pelted him with some dirt last time." she says, frowning a bit. "He's very forgetful, he just kept doing it before that."

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand's eyebrows shoot -high-, her fingers squeeze the controls of the shuttle a bit tighter. "Well... that's good. That he doesn't open the door without knocking, I mean. It... uhhh, took him a bit to remember huh?" Her voice is quiet, calm... but inside, she's a -little- irked. But still, can't be threatening civilians for accidents. Or 'accidents'. "Well, maybe you can find an apartment. I mean, door locks help with people accidentally wandering in when you're in the bath."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    The other girl frowns a bit. "I guess he was very forgetful, he should have known I was already up and getting dressed, he usually had just knocked a bit earlier to make sure I was awake in the first place." she continues, obliviously. "But one of my friends told me it would be okay if I pelted him with a little dirt ball when it happened. LIke when you train a pet so they know how to use a....those things. The boxes? With the sand?" she says, trying to remember. "And that seems to be helping him to remember!" She smiles, then confides. "I wasn't sure if that was right, in Strata respect for your elders is very important, and he was my boss as well! So...it seemed a bit...um..." She searches for the right word. "Rude?" But I guess it does help!" she finishes cheerfully. "Oh! And you should come there, if you need more social life! I can get you pizza discounts, so you can have whatever you want, and they have very nice colored sodas of all sorts of flavors too!" She looks earnestly at you. "Mr. Giovanni is nice and lets me talk with friends if it is not too busy, so I could take my break to have social times with you too!"

    She settles back, thoughful. "I don't know if I make enough for an apartment in New York. They seem very expensive, and I always seem to not have much left after I buy things for people who need it, or treat friends, or buy replacement work clothes..." She goes through a lot of those. Monster attacks are hard on the backup wardrobe sometimes.

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Abigail laughs out and shakes her head slightly, "It's... a litter box. But yes, you should definitely follow that advice. And... hmm, pizza? Discount pizza and -sodas-?" She snaps her fingers and nods her head sharply, "I'll definitely stop by. Visit you and we can chat and things! And who knows, maybe I can help you apartment hunt sometime." She adjusts the shuttle, slowly lowering the nose as the descent begins towards Staten Island, "Soooo... like... should I just park this thing in the back alley? I don't want to cause a ruckus for you or anything. People usually stare at whoever gets out of one of these things."

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    "Oh!" From her expression, Atlee hadn't even considered that. "Oh, well...there is a good sized parking garage over...." She leans forward so she can peer out the window, then points. There? I don't think anyone would notice you dropping me off there." She tilts her head and beams. "Thank you again...and please do! It's Giovanni's Pizza, it's just a few blocks that way. The cook there, Samie, she makes the BEST pizza I've ever had!" In her copious experience of like...maybe ten places. Twelve at most.

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand can't help but show off a -bit-, actually parking the shuddle in... well, okay, a few spaces atop the garage, but still, it's a nifty job. She nods her head quickly. "Oh, for sure! Giovanni's. I'll be by as soon as I can get a day off. We'll split something! It'll be great." She reaches over, fumbling just a touch at undoing the harness, flicking the control for the door to swing open. "And if you run into any trouble in the meantime, you can always call me, Atlee! Anytime of day!"

Atlee (1034) has posed:
    Atlee grins, unbuckling herself as she hops up, then leans over to give you a firm hug. "That sounds fun! I"ll do that, if you're not too busy." She confirms, straightening up. "And feel free to call me too! I'm not always fixing streets or fighting monsters or stuff..." she teases a little bit, gently patting your shoulder. "Thanks again for the ride!" She walks back to the door, sliding it open, then hopping out before she closes it again, jogging a little bit away from the shuttle to wave at you cheerfuly!

Abigail Brand has posed:
    Brand gives a downright cheerful wave as the shuttle lifts off and zips into the sky... and... it hits her. She -has- Atlee's number. She could totally call her. There's no way there's a rule about not using the station comms system for personal calls and... well, if there is, nuts to that. She's the boss, she'll just change that rule. Emergency Friendship Contact Protocol or something. There has to be some benefits to being the boss lady after all.