2231/Pizza Bear

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Pizza Bear
Date of Scene: 29 August 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: 1277, Voodoo




Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet has a hard time with the pizza, given that she isn't exactly gigantic and she got the extra large pie. She ends up coming up the elevator with the giant box balanced on top of her head. It's really hot and would probably burn a normal person, but Claire, thankfully, doesn't feel pain!

She extends her leg to push the doorbell with her foot, dressed in a pair of short-legged denim overalls and a Hello Kitty t-shirt, along with white tennies. She didn't text ahead. That may have been a mistake.

Voodoo has posed:
When the bell rings, a voice calls out from inside the apartment, "One minute!"

Inside, Priscilla glances at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her closet door. "Enh. It'll do." she murmurs, and grabs a gold-embroidered short purple kimono off of a hook in the closet, slipping it on and belting it with its gold sash. Then she walks to the door, checking the peep hole with one hand on the hilt of a sword hanging behind the bookcase near said door. Then she takes her hand away, throws open the lock bar, unlocks the deadbolt and pulls open the door.

"Claire! Sheesh, honey, that pie is bigger than you are. C'mere, gimmee that. C'mon in."

And just like that, without texting ahead or anything, Claire is led into Priscilla's apartment in the Fulham 'hotel'. It's a decently sized small apartment, rather than being a shoebox with delusions of grandeur. It's clean, although the furniture is pretty minimal. There's no regular kitchen table, but there is a large, low coffee table, and Priss grabs paper towels, lays them out, and puts down the pie on that table, before heading back to find paper plates and plasticware.

"So, what inspired this?" Priss inquires, curiously.

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet passes the pie over to Priscilla easily enough, tucking her hands in the pockets of her overalls as she takes in the surroundings. The exotic, tattooed woman in a beautiful kimono with a sword close at hand is certainly plenty outside her suburban background, but she's adjusting to her new reality.

"Boredom. Loneliness. A craving for pepperoni. Bruno's is serious about their pepps, by the way, there's gonna be a small lake of grease in the middle. WHich you should dip your crust in because it tastes like heaven. And garlic."

She takes a seat and tucks some blonde hair behind her ear, "And, like I said last time we met, I...don't really know anybody. So...if I'm going to have friends, I should visit friends, right? And bring gifts."

Voodoo has posed:
"Sounds like a plan, Claire. I like the plan." Priscilla offers, with a saucy little smile as she brings over the plates and plasticware, and then climbs up onto the sofa beside the blonde, setting down her roll of paper towels.

Before digging in, though? Priss wraps her arms around the little blonde, and gives her a hug. "Sorry for the boredom and loneliness. That sucks. I'm glad you decided to do something constructive with that." Hey, lots of kids her age wouldn't, and Priss knows it; Priss used to be it, and not so very long ago.

"So. Are you doing school? Or is that stuff on hold right now, while you work out the whole 'heals from anything' stuff?" Priscilla inquires.

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet leans into the embrace, laying her blonde head on Priss shoulder and giving a soft smile, "It's okay. It's just weird being so far away from home. My life was so busy in high school and here, it's just...kind of free," she says.

She nods, "I'm in schooll, but it's just early semester yet and my class load isn't that serious. I haven't picked a major yet, so I"m just kind of...sampling," she says. "Truth is, I'm not really sure what I want to do yet. With my life, with my power, with anything." she shrugs.

"But at least I still have pizza," she grins.

Voodoo has posed:
"You know that's completely natural, right?" Priss offers, with a little squeeze before she releases the blonde, and then distributes a plate for each of them, flips open the pie, and stares at the grease.

Wow, so bad. If she didn't have her powers ... but she does.

So, Priscilla uses the knife and fork to slice the pie through more thoroughly, 'cause it's never quite done enough from a place like Burno's. Then she serves up a slice on a plate for each of them, and closes the box so that they can sit and eat while they talk.

"We all have to work at finding ourselves. I have, and I'm not done. Sarah does, and she's not done either. So cut yourself a break. Just //be//, and give the rest some time."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet digs into the pizza with a typical teenage ruthlessness, shoving it into her mouth and starting to munch away. She does, at least, make liberal use of the extra napkins she brought, wiping her fingers off. She doesn't want to stain her new friends' furniture, after all.

"Yeah, I know it's normal. I'm not, like, spiralling or anything like that, it's just not knowing what to do with myself a lot of times. But I don't want to make myself nuts and overcompensate, give myself too much to do and too many obligations," she sighs.

"I do need to get back in dance class, though, along with the martial arts stuff we talked about. Dancing was sort of my happy place."

Voodoo has posed:
"Well, martial arts we can help with. And I'm happy to dance with you, though my dancing style and yours are going to be a lot different." Priscilla hasn't said 'I strip', but it's not a hard thing to figure out; and even if that weren't the case, the dancing style of a woman almost six foot tall and that of a young woman barely five foot tall are going to differ; that's just the way it is.

Priscilla is a bit more delicate with her slice of pizza, but not much more; she just doesn't want to drip on her kimono. "Beyond that, my suggestion would be to think about something that means a lot to you, outside of your family. Could be a cause. Could be an interest. Pick one thing, and pursue it. Explore it. Figure out a way to be meaningful and intentional about it, and see what happens."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet grins, "Nothing wrong with learning different dance styles. I imagine watching you dance would be pretty amazing," she says, blushing a little bit at the thought. Nothing about Priss could be anything but a bit sensual, she just kind of radiates it naturally.

"I've thought about maybe something medical. A nurse, an EMT something like that. Although I don't even have to go to college for EMT," she says. "I don't think I have the brains it takes to be a doctor. THat's not self-deprecating, just...that's a lot of work I don't think I'd wanna do."

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla nods. "Nothing at all wrong with knowing yourself, your limitations and your strengths. I wouldn't be well suited to becoming a doctor myself. Or a nurse." Priss has learned not to say 'I'm stupid'; but that's what she means, still what she believes. She's just not saying it aloud, because it tends to summon Sarah in 'all pissed off' mode, and she would love for Sarah to be home, but not pissed off. So she avoids it.

"You're in college. So, take the EMT classes as part of your education. Gives you something to do, something to pursue. A leg up on going into nursing, too, I'm guessing. Then, you can figure out if you like it. If it resonates with you. And how far you want to go." Priscilla offers, smiling.

"And if you want to dance, or see me dance, that can be arranged, too. I promise." Darn empath.

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet smiles, "See? I just thought I'd bring some pizza and we could watch something dumb on Youtube and here you are giving me good life advice. Sheesh," she grins, moving onto her second piece happily.

She folds her legs up beneath her, sitting lotus style, showing at least a little dancer's flexibility in her own right, "Um, I would definitely love to see you dance, anytime."

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla chuckles. "Just the benefit of my own experience, and my own flailing around for life's purpose." She makes no bones about her own failings and lacks. "You were right, by the way. Great pizza. Killer for the arteries. Good thing we don't have to worry about that."

Priscilla nibbles on more pizza, almost done with her first slice. "If you're ready for more, don't wait on me." she offers. "I don't think I'd like to dance with this in my tummy. But I promise, we'll make an appointment for that. I'm not dancing quite as much, these days. I found myself a new job, using my talents instead of hiding them. I'm testing that out to see how it feels, how it fits."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet smiles, "Oh, I didn't mean...right now, I wouldn't...impose on you like that," she says. "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see it, but whenever you're ready and it's...yeah," she says.

"What kind of job have you taken, then?" she asks. She does her best helping to clean up, mopping up the grease from her fingers and taking the box and putting it out of the way after the two of them have eaten their fill. Definitely a few slices left over for Sarah whenever she comes by.

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla chuckles softly and reaches over to ruffle the blonde's hair. "Relax, honey. We're fine, OK? We'll find a time for you to see me dance, and maybe we can dance together." No need for enough tension to stumble over words.

"Well, it's supposed to be pretty secret. So I won't tell you everything." Priscilla begins, as she works on helping the clean-up. "The basics are that I'm working for an organization whose job it is to try to protect the Earth from ... outside problems. Out of towners. Aliens." yeah, most people never believe in that stuff, but she says it anyway, and with a straight face.

"I have experience with aliens. Fighting them, hunting them, identifying them. When I heard aout this org, it was a chance." Priss sighs, and rolls her shoulders. "I used to be part of a team. Dealing with aliens was what we did. The team is all broken up, now. I've been on my own a while. When I heard aout these folks ... it was a chance to get back to doing something that mattered. Instead of just shaking my tush for cash." Not that she disliked shaking her tush, but still ...

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet listens raptly, eyes wide, "Oh, wow. I mean, obviously I knew about aliens and stuff - the world is full of crazy things. But to be right up in it, involved, that's gotta be pretty amazing," she says. "So, kyou're kind of like a secret agent now? A woman in black like Will Smith? Do you get a cool suit and sunglasses?" she grins.

She purses her lips, "Sarah kept asking me if I was going to try and join a team. I like the idea of it, but I don't really know how to do that sort of thing. I don't even have much to offer, except not dying," she says.

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla laughs at Claire's comments, amused and pleased by her excitement. "No. No suits. That's my boss. But I do have an outfit. I can show you, once we get this all cleaned up. I'm an operative, but not an agent. Agents have training in something more than just combat. But my boss wears really cool sunglasses, too." She doesn't name her boss, but clearly they work closely together, given the warmth in her voice.

"I didn't know anything when I joined my first team. I didn't even know what I could do. But they saved me from those trying to kill or own me, and they taught me a lot." Priscilla explains. "Being part of a team means you don't have to be all of the strong by yourself. You can be weak in some areas, and others can step in to fill those gaps. There are a lot of advantages. And they work best when you're friends." Which would be less of the loneliness.

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet smiles and nods, "I guess I just have to find the right team for me, then. I'm not sure I'd be much good fighting aliens. Sarah said something about schools, but I already go to school, I don't need to sign up for another," she grins.

"YOu should definitely bug your boss about letting you get some of those cool glasses. There's no point in letting her be a sunglass hog," she teases. "I'm sorry you had people trying to kill you or...own you. THat sounds pretty intense."

Voodoo has posed:
Priss grins. "Well, you could be going to a different school, with a different path of study. But the choice is yours. It's always yours." She hugs Claire briefly. "You don't have to fight aliens. Or anything else. Unless that's what you decide to do. When you do ... it won't matter what anyone else thinks of what you can do." Priss lays a hand over Claire's chest. "The only thing that will matter is what you know, in here."

Priss grins at Claire's teasing about the sunglasses. "Believe me, I'll mention the idea to her. She would love your sense of humor." Which is why Priscilla will share it with her. Then she frowns a bit, and shrugs. "Yeah. I'm sorry, too. But that's life. At least they didn't succeed at either. I got to make my own choices about who and what I wanted to be. That's all anyone can ask out of life."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet returns the hug gently, "Thank you. Honestly, I know we haven't known each other long, but you've already been such a good friend to me. Better than a lot of the ones I knew for years," she says. "It's weird how you can think you're close to someone but then, when the chips are down, it's someone you barely know who really comes through," she says.

"Yeah. I definitely want to do what I want to do now," she says, sounding a bit determined. "It's Claire's time! Now if only I could think of a good codename. Cheerleader and Clairebear aren't exactly going to scare anybody."

Voodoo has posed:
"I hate to say it, Claire, but that's a thing you're going to find everywhere you go, everything you do." Priscilla answers with a wry twist to her lips. "There will be those who say they are friends. And there will be those who will do everything they can to help you, just because they believe it is the right thing to do. Labels only mean as much as the belief of those who apply them."

Or, as the Coda would say: there are friends, and then there are sisters.

"I rather adore 'Clairebear', but you're right. That's not quite as impressive." Priscilla offers, with a gentle chuckle. "The Immortal. Regenerator. Deathless." A pause. "Pink Ranger?"

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet nods, "Yeah. I guess you always imagine you and the people around you are different, but then...they're not," she shrugs. "Part of the reason why I moved away," she says.

She stands up and puts her hands on her hips, giggling a bit at the parade of nicknames, "Immortal's not bad. And hey! I don't wear -that- much pink," she says. "And I'm not sure I'm exactly a ranger. What is a ranger anyway? Aren't those the people who take care of parks?"

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla giggles good-naturedly at Claire and winks. "Hey. I'm suggesting you wear //more// pink, not less." She's teasing, though, just having fun. "Originally, rangers were soldiers who specialized in operating in the wilds, outside of traditional military formations and structures." Again, the 'stupid' stripper pulls history out of ... where? "That's why they use the name for the park police and caretakers. And why they still use it for the US Army special forces." And why a certain group of mouthy teenagers is currently using colors and the word 'ranger' as callsigns in their martial arts battle against alien monsters sent from the goddamned moon. Which is why Priss knows about them.

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet raises an eyebrow, "Yeah, that doesn't sound like me at all. Except maybe the pink part. Maybe I should just wear something really skimpy, that would be pink -and- distract the bad guys," she teases.

"I don't think Ranger will work just cause I wouldn't wanna make any of those guys mad for, like, stealing their thunder and stuff. I should learn to use some sort of weapon, too. Maybe nunchuks!"

Voodoo has posed:
Priss chuckles. "You would be surprised at the number of female heroes who make similar outfit choices." Priss herself used to do so, fighting aliens while wearing one of her stripper costumes. "But you're right: you're not really the Ranger type. I just thought it sounded cute." Immortal, though, has possibilities.

"Well, if you want to learn to use a weapon, the easiest one I know of is the staff. And it's easy enough to carry one around, almost anywhere, without a problem." Which is the challenge with weapons: being caught without them when you need them. The dancer smiles at the cheerleader. "Consider it an oversized baton. Twirl it like you mean it."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet grins, "I did do my share of baton twirling, once upon a time, although I was never great at the 'throw it up in the air and catch it' maneuver. Bonked myself and some of the other girls on the head a few times," she says.

"I'm not sure skimpy would do much for me anyway. I'm not exactly built like you or Sarah," she says with a wry grin.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss chuckles wryly and winks at Claire. "Honey, believe me: with most it doesn't matter if you're built like me, or like you. It's that you're cute, and your female, and you're showing off what makes you into you; the rest is just glands." Trust a stripper to pare things down to their essence where that's concerned. She smiles. "Most girls get into the batons when they're younger, less coordinated. You should give it a shot again. But fighting with a staff, you rarely toss it around. It's about keeping it in hand and using one end or the other against someone else. Lots of twirling, though. Momentum is key."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet nods, "Momentum I can do. Tumbling and gymnastics I've had plenty," she says. "I don't think I would do well with guns. Maybe it's the California girl in me, but I feel like I'd be awkward with them. Plus most of them probably kick hard enough to knock me on my booty," she says.

"Well, you definitely came out way ahead of me in the glands department," she grins. "I've met plenty of guys who are very gland-centric and note my lack thereof, sometimes a little more directly then I'd like."

Voodoo has posed:
"Ever heard the expression: It's not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean? It's as true for us as it is for them." Priss offers, with a shrug. "Believe me, you can learn how to do it, how to use it to your advantage. Packaging, movement. But the goal is simply distraction. Not entrancing. That's something else entirely." But it's something Priss is really, really good at. it's her talent, after all.

"I don't usually bother with guns, myself. I can, but they're not my go-to. No reason for them to be yours, either. But there are guns you can get that won't knock you on your butt. Some that don't have any kick. Energy weapons, mag propulsion." Priscilla smirks. "Just in case you ever decide you want to try some out."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet grins, "Energy weapons," she says, shaking her head, "Sometimes I find it amazing that I found my way somehow into the middle of, like, an action movie or a sci fi story," she says. "I keep wondering when the lightsabers show up."

She shrugs, "I'm not really much interested in attracting guys lately anyway. They'll just have to do without my motion and my ocean for now," she giggles.

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla chuckles wryly. She's not about to advise anyone that they need to be more open to dating possibilities; it's not really her call, and she gets the issues. "As for the lightsabers, I've seen them. No jedi, though."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet raises an eyebrow, "Okay, I might not be up for swords generally, but I'd try a lightsaber," she grins. "Luckily I know I can grow a hand back, at least, if I'm too bad at it," she says.

Claire doesn't get too much into her own feelings on the dating subject. She already has inappropriate crushes, including on Priss herself.

Voodoo has posed:
If Claire wanted to talk about those feelings, Priscilla would be a friend, a sounding board, and a listener. She'd give her what advice she could. Her own view is that the only inappropriate crush is the one that endangers or threatens oneself, or the innocent. And Priss is no innocent. But she won't push Claire over the edge, either. It has to be the cheerleader's choice, whenever she's ready; to talk, to embrace; to feel.

"Hands aren't the only limbs you can manage to get sliced off from a lightsaber." Priscilla mentions. One of them being the head. And one has to wonder whether or not Claire could come back from that.

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet never had much of a problem being shy until recently. She bites her bottom lip, as if she can feel that offer of comfort and solace, but, of course, she isn't an empath herself. She just looks at Priss out of the corner of her eye and blushes a bit.

"I wouldn't really. Well, not on purpose," she says. "I'm not that clumsy anyway. I kind of joke about it, but I was cheer captain, you know, I'm not a total klutz," she grins.

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla turns and looks over at Claire, feeling out her emotions. Then she steps closer and lays a hand lightly over the girl's shoulder. She doesn't say a word. She just stands there, looking into her eyes, waiting to see if Claire is ready to ask, or to say something. Almost anything.

"I trust that you're very agile and capable, Claire. Talented. Spirited."

Claire Bennet (1277) has posed:
Claire Bennet blushes as she feels the hand on her shoulder and looks up at Priscilla, "Sarah's really lucky. I mean, Sarah's great, too, but you're both so...beautiful and awesome and smart and nice," she says. "I wish I could...have someone like you. Either of you," she says softly.

"And I try. I definitely try. THat was always my best quality - I don't give up and I keep on keeping on, even when the going gets tough," she says.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss lifts her hand to lightly cup Claire's cheek, caressing just a hint, with her fingertips as her purple-hued eyes look deep into Claire's blue. "Honey, you're right. We're both very lucky to have found each other. But that doesn't mean you can't have someone. That doesn't mean you have to be alone."

Priscilla doesn't explain those words. They are meant for pondering. "Well then, once you start training, you'll do well. The key to combat training is really about repetition. About keeping going when things get tough. That's how it goes from being something you think about, to instinct."