1900/The Quest for Ice Cream

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The Quest for Ice Cream
Date of Scene: 09 August 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Superboy, Blink, Molly Millions




Superboy has posed:
Is it a real date when a boy invites a girl he likes to 'hang out' and have ice-cream? Conner should probably know by now, but he has been busy in the past couple years and his dating life has been complicated (to be nice about it).

Regardless, he has been texting Blink most days since their failed attempt to go to a movie that ended up in a Hawaii beach. She had training, he had tests. They live 9,000 miles and 8 time zones apart. But teleporting is great, and finally they have a morning (afternoon for Blink) to meet. In Mutant Town, to avoid those pesky humans that don't like lavender-skinned elves.

This time Conner has bothered with dressing up some. Nice trousers instead of jeans, and a button up shirt. Overdressed for Mutant Town, which actually is a ghetto.

Blink has posed:
Mutant Town, not the obvious choice for them to go for anything other than a get together. It's where they first met sure, but after last time surely he would pick somewhere nice, but remote? These are the thoughts that flash through Clarice's mind as she's selecting her clothing for their sojourn.

In the end, she'd gone for deep green skinny jeans and a black tee (fitted of course). Her normal soft brown leather boots and hair down, still slightly damp from her earlier shower. A dash of green lipstick that turns nearly black on her purple lips and she's done. Or is she... A quick look at the clock tells the young mutant that yes, she is.

-Blink!- A window opens up at a wave of her hand, finding a spot on the street that's free of people the girl opens another and jumps through directly onto the sidewalk. Both rents vanishing as quickly as they appeared whilst Clarice looks this way and that, getting her bearings.

Superboy has posed:
Conner probably should have thought this better. Somewhere nice and remote. Maybe San Francisco, where the anti-mutant movement is the weakest in the USA. Or Canada, they donât hate mutants more than aliens in Canada, right? But he didn't think too hard about it.

Besides, Mutant Town is kind of cool, in a colorful, chaotic (and poor, and desperate) way.

"Clarice, hey," he greets, grinning, and walking to meet the Genoshan girl. "Great to see you again, ready for some exploring?"

Blink has posed:
"Sure!" Blink's answering grin is bright and wide and purely genuine. No blase needed! Unsure what greeting the guy might be expecting, she gives him a good 'friend' hug, eyes still open as she peers over his shoulder. Or perhaps she's just keeping an eye out for trouble. After all, her last two trips here ended in fights.

"I'm glad we finally got some time off at the same uh... time." She finishes the scentence with a sheepish grin, having lost the line of it somewhere. "We should stay away from the edges of the town, there's been a few uh, problems of late. Maybe go find us a nice place near the middle? There's /got/ to be a good street food place around here somewhere..." Glowing green eyes look up and down the street. "Somewhere..."

Superboy has posed:
Conner missed the trouble? Odd. But there is probably more Trouble to find now he is here. The hug is well-received, of course, and maybe he makes it a few seconds longer than necessary.

"I am not picky, maybe we can ask around for a good place for ice-cream?" That approach would work in Hawaii. Not so sure in New York. Who knows in Mutant Town. "We have time," he agrees. "We can stick to the edges, I am sure most tourist do," so the good (if more expensive) restaurants would be at the Mutant Town edges, right?

Blink has posed:
Clarice sighs. Men rarely listen when there's a pretty face around after all. She's just not used to it being /her/ face that has them not listening. "Conner... Cutie. I said the edges were where there had been trouble..." She pauses, lets that sink in. Then adds the next; "Now I'm all for going and finding the next group of neo-nazi scumbags and giving them a good thumpin', but I didn't think that's what we're here for?"

For now though they're left there in the middle of the sidewalk, with the summery afternoon sun bathing the entire street in it's bright warmth. With it being mid-afternoon of course, there aren't that many people about. Even mutants have to work for a living.

Molly Millions has posed:
The downside about pretending to be an intern is that sometimes... you really do have to go out and do the stupid annoying jobs that interns are supposed to do. Which is why at this particular moment Molly can be found in Mutant Town. Pencil skirt. Blood red shirt. Oversized black sunglasses. Hair done up, make-up on... high freaking heels. It's not a look that the woman would ordinarily be caught dead in by choice, and she looks none too impressed about the box of paper's she's currently juggling.

"Hey, I wasn't the one that decided to wait until the last minute to have them printed and then was too cheap to kick in for them to be bound and correlated." that voice, though, there's no hiding in, as she seemingly has an argument with thin air, no cell phone or blue tooth in evidence,"You'll have them tomorrow. Like I said. If that's not soon enough you can just damned well bind them yourself." pause,"Yeh. That's what I thought. Goodbye."

Superboy has posed:
Conner hmms. Yes, distracted by the -hug-. So much for his super-senses. "Oh... okay. No, kicking neo-nazi ass is our civic duty as super-heroes. But..." he smiles sheepishly. Finding ice-cream was their mission for today.

The 'mission' gets derailed before he can take three steps when he hears Molly's voice. Mirrors-for-eyes Woman. It takes him a few seconds to remember the cyborgs name. "Hmm, weird to meet her here, maybe she is a mutant," he comments to Blink. Definitely she seems a mutant - talking to someone without a phone must be a mutant thing.

Blink has posed:
Yep, elfin ears easily pick up Molly's voice as she struts towards them in those clicky clacky heels. But still Clarice has to do a double take because she can squeeze the gritty cyborg she knows with this... Office woman before her.

"The sa-ra-ri-man looks really isn't you Mols..." She finally admits, stumbling over the unfamiliar word that Molly herself had introduced her to not too long ago. To Conner, the mutant advices; "Not a mutant, a cyborg." And then, moving forward to help the older woman with her paperwork she adds. "And she's cool, she's my friend. Isn't that right Mols?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Tell me about it." not like Clarice is hard to spot in a crowd, or is an unfamiliar voice to Molly, either, her drawl bone-dry,"But guys are generally too busy looking hee.." pause, because well, she at least sort of recognizes the tall guy near Blink, and decides that maybe she just wont finish what she was about to say. The box, however, gets moved,"I've got the papers, but the black and grey sedan, there? If you can pop the door open I can at least shove these away for the moment."

Superboy has posed:
A cyborg. Okay. Conner has met a couple cyborgs in the past. Molly looked normal but for the eyes. The outfit does not draw his attention too much, since he has no idea what Molly does for a living. At least not the typical day. He suspects something about underground fighting in Gotham. But with Vanya involved it could be something stranger.

"Hey there, Molly," he greets to the busy-looking woman. "On a quest to find good ice-cream, nevermind us." He adds with a faint smirk.

Blink has posed:
Blink rolls her eyes, a much shorter shard of crystal appearing in her hand before she tosses it into the box. That glows blue, and then just... vanishes with a -Blink!-. "There, in the car." She answers with a roll of her eyes (not that it's easy to see what with her complete lack of pupils). Though Conner brings her attention straight back to the task at hand. The very /important/ task of securing ice cream.

"Are you on lunch? Wanna come? I mean, Conner normally tries to invite a few more people. But they never seem to be around when we can both go somewhere..." If that's on purpose on the boy's part, Clarice still hasn't worked it out. Or rather, the last non-date had her doubting it.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly upnods in Connor's general direction in acknowledgment of the words,"Hey." offered,"Ice-cream, huh?" the box is struck and fwips over there, leaving her to snort at Blink with a slight shake of her head. The smirk on her lips says she's not going to complain overly about it.

"Technically I have a long night of sorting out someone elses shit to handle. If I didn't know someone who I'm sure has a drone for that sort of thing." she offers as she smoothes her hands on her skirt. Absent the box, the lanyard about her neck proclaiming her to be 'Sally Shears' and featuring the Stark-Fujikawa logo might be visible,"But I could go ice-cream if your boy-friend doesn't mind a third."

Superboy has posed:
"Hey, I didn't do it this time," points out Conner. Not that he is really opposed to Molly joining them. Maybe she knows where to go. Wait, what? Boyfriend?

We are just friends. No, if he says that they might never be more than friends! There is an uncharacteristic moment of speechlessness for the half-Kryptonian. What to do, what to do? Of course. Ignore the problem - it will go away. It 'always' works.

"Do you know a good place to have ice-cream in Mutant Town?" He asks with an almost perfect poker face.

Blink has posed:
Boyfriend!? Clarice is just as speachless as Conner is. Molly had unintentionally (maybe?) thrown a snake in the briar patch with that one comment. And even though her Blase grin stays firmly in place, she lets him take the lead on answering that.

Which is why her brain does an odd little stutter when he refuses to address it at all. Internally, she's a lost as any teen might be when this sort of thing arises. Externally though? Well, that grin never wavers. But her cheeks do stain a soft plum.

"Boyfriend? Nah, Conner's not been that brave yet Mols." There, that's perfectly neutral right? Right. She waves the comment away as if it didn't matter, pushing on quickly so as to get past the awkwardess; "/Do/ you know an ice cream place near here?" If there's a slight tightness to her throat, well NY is known for car fumes!

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's got this ability that mostly, she's not even aware of. Of smacking hornet's nests with sticks socially with utter disregard for the consequences,"Sure. About three blocks straight ahead and two left." she responds first, head turning in Connor's direction and then back with a grunt that doesn't fit the corporate outfit, but... well, yes. She opts to jerk her head in the direction she indicated, the battered black and grey sedan going 'click' as it's locks flip over without her bothering to even pretend to reach for the fob.

"Life's too farking short to waste time with that shit." she opines aloud without bothering to specify what exactly she's referring to, without any pretense of not intending to go anyways.

Superboy has posed:
Conner's eyes narrow faintly when Clarice pokes at his bravery. Oh yeah? "This was just our first real date," he points out, smirking at Molly. "I don't get to call Clarice here my girlfriend until the third one, do I? Or is it different in Genosha?"

He looks at Clarice again, "although I hear many New Yorkers skip steps," he winks an eye to the girl, taking her hand and pulling her close. "What would you like more, Clare? Bravery or ice-cream?"

Blink has posed:
She's pulled, Clarice has nothing on the gentle yet immovable strength of the other teen. He'd called her bluff and in such spectacular fashion that the girl's estimation of Conner's savy just went up a few notches. Which of course, still does nothing for her own equalibrium.

Flushing from the roots of her hair to where her neck vanishes into her tee, the mutant's mouth opens and closes several times. Just like a fish. Finally though, and in a half strangled whisper she manages to almost squeak out; "Ice. Cream?"

Molly Millions has posed:
There's no glance from Molly, she can tell from the squeak and Connor's words that matches have been struck and it wouldn't do for someone to catch the old cyborg smirking vaguely to herself. After all, there's icecream to be had... whether they decide to come or not. Something creamy and chocolatey sounds like the perfect thing to balance out the otherwise ridiculous state of her life currently and after nettling she's hardly in a position to be offended if they ditch her.

Superboy has posed:
Conner struggles not to laugh when Clarice blushes so spectacularly. Poor Blink, but she teased him first! "You blush too easily, beautiful," he points out, failing to keep his face serious. Then lets her go, but offers her an arm to lean. "Relax, we even got a chaperone to make sure we are good," he adds. Because... Molly just got recruited. Self-appointed. Something.

Blink has posed:
He called her beautiful! It doesn't nothing for the normally mouthy teen's blush, but wonders for her ego. She'll take the arm though, keeping quiet for the first couple of blocks as they walk through the ghetto known as Mutant Town.

Eventually though (and after a good mental self-talking to) Clarice seems ready for normal human conversation again. "Sooo..." She'd been about to tease again, but decides better of it. And there's Molly, having just stirred the pot with a giant wooden spoon and thinking she got away with it scott free. "Have you been /practicing/ Molly?" She grins impishly.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Shit kid you're doomed if I'm the chaperone." Molly grunts as she walks, taking the opportunity to shove her ID into her blouse and unbind her hair with a sigh,"I've been on my feet since dawn. I'm supposed to fly out to Death Valley tomorrow and between now and then I'm supposed to deal with someone elses paper project and find time for little things like sleep, and eat. No, I haven't been practicing that other thing. So don't even think about it." she's content to head unerringly towards the icecream shop... she really does know where one is, for all her general uselessness at most other daily events.

Superboy has posed:
Conner is okay with being doomed-by-chaperone, honestly. Molly is Clariceâs friend and probably some kind of shady character. Although she works for Stark, too? So nothing could possibly go wrong.

"Busy schedule. But maybe Clare can help you going to Death Valley quickly so you can rest a few hours?" He looks at Clarice for approval for this plan. "What kind of practicing are you talking about?"

Blink has posed:
"See? /He/ gets it." Clarice comments dryly at Molly. "Sounds like a plan, and Conner here is pretty quick, I bet he could get that binding done in less than a minute if you asked him really nicely." The teen grins, returning to her normal self as the shock wears off.

"I'm not allowed to say, sorry." The grin shifts a little, but doesn't fade entirely at the question of what practicing they mean. "Maybe Mols will tell you, but I promised not to." Because that doesn't make the information seem exciting at all, nope!

Before either of them can answer though, there's the ice cream shop at the end of the block. "There it is!" She points, tugging lightly at Superboy as her steps quicken instinctively. Ice cream!

Molly Millions has posed:
"No, got to be by plane." Molly grunts, turning to look at Clarice to point at her and wag her finger. Yeh. Purple girl,"Today it was whether or not I can manage not to overcook the engine." because if she's got to pick what practicing to talk about, she knows which one she's going to opt for. There's a shake of her head at the mutants excitement as she peels up those oversized sunglasses. Yep, she's still got those lenses on. But damnit, the sunglasses on top make her vision wonky.

Superboy has posed:
Conner smirks and quickens his pace to Clarice can reach the ice cream shop a few seconds earlier. Are they even in Mutant Town anymore? Probably not, but they should be used to see mutants in this area, so maybe there wonât be any trouble.

Now, the thing Molly could possibly be practicing because of Clarice is something that will be nagging at him for the rest of the day. Those things usually do! It is not overcook anything, he is sure.

"Fiiine," he sighs, "keep your secrets, lets get the ice-cream," he adds, opening the door for the ladies.

Blink has posed:
"Why by plane? That seems so wasteful." In fuel as well as time. Blink really couldn't see the point of planes if you had other alternatives. But it wasn't her show, so if the cyborg wanted to use planes, well Blink had more important things on her mind... Like a certain delcious frozen dessert.

By rights, she's missed an 'age before beauty' dig at Molly, but nothing was stopping her scurrying into the old 50's style ice cream parlour. They definitely weren't in Mutant Town anymore Toto, but she cares not a fig. "Hi!" She greets the server brightly, looking about. "Can I-" The bored looking man just hands her a menu. A full, three page menu. Clarice /stares/.

Molly Millions has posed:
That's an awkward question, at least, with Connor present. She gives another upnod of acknowledgment for him holding the door open for them,"Because humans ask questions when you suddenly appear several thousand kilometers from where you're expected to be with no immediate answer as to how you got there. And your abilities aren't my secret to share." it's that simple to her, really. She accepts a menu from the server, as if she expected it, nodding towards a booth,"Pick what you want. I might as well use the paycheck for something useful, yes?" there's a nudge for the young mutant, stare while sitting, portal girl.

Superboy has posed:
"You could say 'a teleporting friend got me here'," offers Conner. "I know I would," he adds with a grin at Clarice. Uh, 3 pages ice-cream menu. It must be an Italian place. Good!

Out of consideration for the purple haired Blink, Conner takes a moment to pick the table. Maybe one in the corner where no one would bother them? On a second thought the idea of his maybe-girlfriend having to hide annoys him, so he picks the most comfortable-looking one. Then the menu, "damn... I guess we should pick just one," he mutters. Instead of, y'know? Being here all the afternoon eating ice-cream.

Blink has posed:
"Just... One?" The look Conner gets is one of frank disbelief. Like he'd just said the sky was green or the sun blue. Even as she's being chivvied over to the comfortable table and finding a seat, she's not taken her eyes from the menu for longer than it takes to glance at them, or the chair.

"There's a platter here... Got a bit of most and some flakes and squirty cream and..." She drifts off, eyes as wide as saucers. It doesn't matter the cost, she's got enough to cover the monstrosity of frozen confection. And dammit that is exactly what they're going to have. "We'll share /that/." She says, with finality and no small amount of obstinance.

And so goes their afternoon, at one point Molly has to get up to go and finish her 'work'. But the two teens eat and talk about light topics for another hour or more after, occasionally attempting to finish what by then is just a plate of mush...