2246/Look Ma, no holes!

Look Ma, no holes!
Date of Scene:	30 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Blink, Molly Millions

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Blink has posed:
When the portal blossoms in the middle of the warehouse it's in /exactly/ the same place as before. If somewhat smaller as it's only her hopping through - rather than her, Molly and the mountain of stuff that they'd brought over the day before. Tonight Clarice is in a deep green mini-skirt and a black cotton blouse that's got the top few buttons undone so as to hint at the pinky-purple clevage beneath. With deep green lipstick that almost looks black and coppery eyeshadow, she looks good. Going on a date kinda good.

    "Hey you here? I know I'm a bit early but..." Glowing green eyes search the warehouse, looking for the errant mother figure. Just to be sure, Clarice also looks /up/.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Up is the smart bet, because you don't hang with Lo Teks without learning how to string shit to a roof like a pro. And it's from that shadowy nest that a sharp whistle comes and the drop of a rope,"...you're going on a date?" she can't help but ask with regards to Blink's current outfit, with perhaps just a little weight of motherly 'not-sure-I-like-that-idea' before adding,"I'll come down." before grabbing the rope and sliding down to meet the younger woman on the ground.

Blink has posed:
"Thanks, this skirt's not made for climbing." The teen grins back as Molly slips down the rope. "Maybe a date, not sure, I've texted him but won't know if he's free for a bit yet..." The fact that she'd gotten dolled up /just in case/ speaks volumes. Or maybe the purple mutant just wanted an excuse to wear something special.

"You wanted me to check in though, so here I am..." She holds her hands out wide. "I offered Nightwing the data, and told him the price was that Batman stops going after Sally Shears..." Looking around, Clarice seems to be searching for something. Which is when her glowing eyes look up again; "You didn't put the chairs away up there too did you?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Or walking around Low Town." Molly notes drily, prowling over to the girder to snag the chairs and flick them open one after the other,"...with Nightwing, or Conner? Or someone else entirely? And what did he have to say about that?" she asks as she nudges a seat over to Blink before claiming the other one herself to settle in to.

Blink has posed:
Clarice settles into the chair greatfully. Clearly not used to wearing short skirts, it takes a moments hoiking it back down to recover from the uncareful seating. Plum stained cheeks spoil the whole look for a while. "Stupid thing... People wear these by /choice/?" Give her a good pair of jeans any day...

Settling in, the young woman starts to explain; "With Conner, regarding the skirt. What kinda girl do you take me for?" She eyes Molly, then seems to remember that the older woman dates a few guys at once and quickly moves on. "Nightwing said he couldn't promise it, but he'd talk to Batman about leaving you alone so long as you don't work in Gotham. That was the best deal I could get." She shrugs, as if it doesn't really matter. "But I got the distinct impression that Batman wouldn't chase you past the city limits."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Not unless I'm being paid to... for that reason." Molly nods in Clarice's direction,"They're designed to look good and distract men, not to be practical. Shorts underneath help if you're modest, but rather ruins the point otherwise." they're in a warehouse, a seemingly empty warehouse, in the dark in Madripoor's Low Town end. It's not exactly comfortable digs, even by Molly's standards, but it is at least somewhere most of the world isn't going to have a clue to look for her at.

There's an arch of Molly's brow at the inquiry and a grunt as the mutant elects to move on,"I was in New York, Clarice. So, apparently if he decides it's important enough 'city limits' are variable." she offers drily,"What about Lucy? How is she holding up? I found a likely place earlier, but... government moves at the speed of bribe here, so there's some humming and hawwing at the moment as to whether or not they'll give it to me. I think they're just hoping to screw a little more money out of me first."

Blink has posed:
"I haven't seen Lucy in far too long..." Clarice admits, her face falling for a moment. "I can't seem to track her down, starting to wonder if she's avoiding me. Or if not that, then maybe she's started working on something and got lost in it." Both are equally likely in the teen's mind. Still, she doesn't seem happy about the idea either way. "Maybe I scared her off, telling her about before y'know?" She shrugs, pushing that Blase grin back into place with some effort.

"I reckon it's country lines that really hold Batman up. Besides, it's not like he can follow you /here/ is it? And no one saw me help you get here. Should be safe I reckon, and if not..." She shrugs. "All the gadgets in the world aren't gonna keep me from porting him to some far off locale..."

Molly Millions has posed:
"It's an island. She can't have gotten too far away." but that's still a new worry for Molly given the purse of her lips, shaking her head slightly and drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair,"Lucy's not that easy to scare, Clarice. She might be quiet, but she's strong." at least that's what the cyborg opts for.

A grunt, regarding country lines,"That's... well, the hope in this. Seeing as nations are more important here... he shows up here and I'll know it's time to just put a few bullets in him and be done with it. Nothing I've read suggests that he's immortal at least." pause,"Nothing credible at least. But I did have someone else seemingly follow me here from New York. Another alien. And yes, before you say it... apparently I'm a fucking alien magnet. That makes at least... five? From different species no less."

Blink has posed:
Clarice starts giggling. She can't help herself at Molly's choice of words; "A /fucking/ Alien magnet Mols? And /five/ different species!? You're a trooper!" She's still giggling at the implications, apparently being a mother figure doesn't get you out of being ribbed. "Were they all as interesting as the one I met? More so?" She's still giggling as she goes to pull a leg up to sit on in her normal way, the skirt however has other ideas...

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly actually manages to look scandalized at that for one in the old cyborg's life,"That's not what I meant!" she huffs, covering her lenses with her hand and groaning,"and then you wonder why I don't answer questions. Just that... I don't know. IT's this place. Your world. It seems to draw strange things like fruit draws flies. But this particular one was... an alien... spider? Sort of. Techno-organic. Young, I think. Or at least easily embarressed. Born on this planet. Apparently not much contact with people in general... which, considering he has a spider's feeding habits, might just be better for the world at least. But like a lot of people... dispossessed, without home or people. You'd think... or at least I'd think... with so many here that people would... take some more time to get to know those around them."

Blink has posed:
"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" Clarice opines with that same grin still on her face. Despite Molly's protestations, that is not a line she's going to live down any time soon. Not if the teen has her way anyway. The skirt is tugged into submission, Blink making a mental note to change it soon. It really is /not/ her style.

"If we did that though, then how would we get to have misunderstandings and get into fights and stuff?" She gives a wide eyed shrug, little miss innocent. "Sounds dreadfully /dull/ to me. Besides, I'm working on helping increase world peace. I've started making t-shirts! I even gave one to Nightwing, and I've got yours if you want it?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"If you're suggesting I have more faith in humanity than this century... we're all fucked." Molly grunts with a shake of her head before turning her head Blink's way,"You're not supposed to /look/ for fights. You know. You live longer that way. And... dare I ask? What kind of tee shirts?" oh the world of dubious caution in her tone.

Blink has posed:
"I don't /look/ for fights... They just always seem to find me." And if she welcomes them when they do... Well you never feel as /alive/ as when someone's trying to take that life from you. It's Freedom in a form you could almost bottle. But then clothing is mentioned and; "Awesome ones! Hand made by a real Genoshan Citizen!"

A -Blink!- accompanies a small hole in the air, the teen reaching through to pull out a red tee - fitted and in Molly's size (perhaps just a /smidge/ too small - so sweet!), on which is painted with black fabric paint; 'I <3 Genosha!'. It's difficult to really tell, but it /looks/ like Blink's handwriting. If all in captials.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly sounds dubious,"Yes, definitely have to talk to your father." she sighs with the slightest shake of her head,"So what does your boyfriend think of your fondness for fighting?" she enquires, lofting a brow in silent curiousity as the tee is produced, and laughing when she see's what it says finally. A hand is extended for it,"It's great." she says, without hint of sarcasm at all,"I'll definitely wear it with pride, sweetheart." though it does raise a question for her,"Is Genosha in danger? Are the humans threatening your people again?"

Blink has posed:
"Only from the media." Clarice answers as the small portal shuts and her attention returns to the laughing cyborg. "I'm really glad you like it! I've made one for Mister Creed, but I'm not sure it's big enough, let alone that he'll wear it. So this is really good, the more positive press I can drum up, the less that those hack jobs will be able to spread their lies right?" Because puff pieces always outweight super powered mutants breaking stuff. Honest.

"You've not seem him either then?" She worries at her lower lip, only stopping when she tastes the lipstick there. No point ruining over a bit of probably needless worry. "It's been weeks now, I hope he's okay..."

Molly Millions has posed:
There's another grimace from Molly and the barest shake of her head, little she can do about the media, though, the tee gets set in her lap for now,"If there was a cause that these costumed freaks should stand up for, it'd be making sure that the mutants don't get fucked over by bigots. But I suppose that's one of those 'in a perfect world' things." there's an arch of her brow,"No sweetheart, I don't keep track of your father. I'll keep an eye out for him, though. And an ear. I get the club set up, and chances are good someone else in the circuit may have seen him. No promises. And no trying to find him yourself by hitting the circuit. Most of them are fights to the death." which she only realizes after it's left her mouth was probably the wrong thing to say.

Blink has posed:
"To the death?" That was information no one had thought to impart on her before. The teen sits up straight in her chair, eyeing Molly. "And you got in on this?" If the cyborg had been hoping to calm her charge with this, it hadn't worked. If anything Blink seems to be getting up out of the camping chair; whilst trying to stay decent with what was fast becoming her least favourite skirt.

"I'll just pop over there and check... Won't be gone two minutes..." There! Finally she's out and standing up, hand already raising ready to open herself a portal. "Won't be long 'kay? Gotham now right? Rather than Mutant Town?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Not /all/ of them are." Molly corrects, reaching out to grab the mutants wrist,"/Sit/." it's not really a request,"He'll be fine. I've seen plenty of fighters over the years, and the Gotham ring was raided and shut down, too." she's mentally kicking herself over that little mistake,"He wasn't there. He also wasn't in Mutant Town when it got destroyed. Relax."

Blink has posed:
"They found the ring already?" Clarice looks surprised, though she lets Molly pull her back into her chair with only token resistance. "That was quick. I guess Batman must have moved on the info as soon as possible. Nightwing certainly seemed like he was about to go running straight over there when I left him..." She shudders at the memory, so much /rain/. Bludhaven really did take after Gotham. "How is it I only seem to find out about these places /after/ it's over? It all seems some big conspiracy to keep me from taking part..." She frowns, her ears catching up with her mouth. "And Conner knows I go on patrol... That's the same as looking for a fight right?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"No sweetheart, they'd raided it before the Bat came to see me." Molly grunts, petting Clarice's hand as she settles again,"They arrested most of the participants, I escaped thanks to the girl who smashed my lense in the previous round. It's not the ring itself that the Bat is interested in, apparently the ring was being used to summon some kind of... demonic... entity? Which from the research I've done is supposedly the... evil version of a god? Or something... along those lines?" she makes a dismissive kind of gesture,"Because you're young, and most people don't want to fight children, even murderous bastards that will cheerfully rip the throats out of their opponents with their own teeth. And no child... patrolling is not the same as looking for a fight, where it counts."

Blink has posed:
"I'm not a child." Blink pouts as she gets comfortable again, but her heart isn't really in it. Some fights she knows she's not going to win, and getting Molly to /willingly/ let something slip is one of those fights.

"Yeah, demon tends to be the opposite of a God, though no idea what they'd been summoning. Or how..." She ponders something. "Though I guess it'd be a sacrifice of blood?" She coughs softly; "I think I heard that's needed for old Gods anyway..." Now why oh why would she be learning about that topic? Quickly the teen moves on; "So gonna try your shirt on? I've got some spares if it doesn't fit..." There, distraction managed!

Molly Millions has posed:
"You will always be a child in the eyes of your parents." Molly drawls,"And if he wasn't such a judgmental prick I would have helped him. Now, well, he can deal with it. But at least the information might help him." she shifts forward in her seat,"But yes... blood, violence, maybe. Few deaths happened in the circuit, a lot of blood and pain though." the holster has to come off and get dropped in the seat before she pulls her tee over her head so she can pull the red top on instead, pulling it down and smoothing it out before digging the fletchette from under her ass and settling back again with a 'tada'. Evidently she missed the significance, or at least she elects to go with,"That 'Blood' drug they were talking about being in Gotham and Bludhaven... that's what transformed the kids in the park."

Blink has posed:
Blink watches Molly get into the shirt with obvious pride. She's beaming like a cock of the walk by the time she's finished. "Comfy right?" She listens as Molly goes on, the grin slipping somewhat as the topic continues on the more visceral. "Yeah, plenty of crap you could do with that I bet. Not that /I/ know anything about it, maybe Wanda would be a bigger help?" She shrugs though, anything to do with magic so far above and beyond her that it might as well be fairytales for all she knows. Well, except that those fairytales seemed to keep cropping up and killing things. Less fun that.

"You know, you're realy getting into this adoptive parent thing. Shame we can't make it official somehow..." The teen taps the arm of her chair, letting that linger there as another distraction. "Want a drink? I can probably get us a bottle of something good..." Paying for it would be optional of course.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Very." Molly responds, with moderate dryness as she adjusts the neck, good thing she's not adverse to form fitting at least,"Your guess is as good as mine. And I haven't seen Wanda since that first time that you and I went to Genosha with her. Magic is... definitely in the category of things I know next to nothing about. And hey... all I've got to do at the moment is wrangle with officials, try to learn Mandarin... and look up how this world expects good parents to be. You know? But maybe some day I will work out what I need to create an at least passably legal identity in this time, and I can adopt you and Lucy officially... apparently that would entitle you two to my shit when someone eventually kills me. So. You know. Handy that." there's a vague smile,"I don't need a drink. If you're going to start stealing booze..." only slight judgment there,"wait until the bar's set up and make sure we can sell it for a mint."

Blink has posed:
"Sure!" A -Blink!- opens a portal, which she reaches in and pulls out... A bottle of vodka suspiciously like the one in the suite they'd stayed in the night before Death Valley racings. Carefully she sets it down to rest near Molly's chair. "I reckon that'll keep the place going alone for several weeks..." The blithe way she closes the portal probably speaks volumes about the idea of 'ownership' that Clarice has. "I'm sure they won't miss it." Because what hotel is going to miss a bottle worth upwards of several grand. Right? Right.

"Look at me, being all Robin Hood in the uh... hood?" She looks around at the warehouse again and shrugs. "Oh by the way, I stashed a few candy bars and such up in the corner over there." She points at a spot where a junction box sits pushed too high up in the rafters. "If you've not already found them, and are peckish. Saves you risking going out again until you're ready." And having nothing else to add to the talk of magic and summoning (without implicating herself at least), the teen falls blessedly silent.

Molly Millions has posed:
There's an appreciative whistle for the vodka,"I remember this one... it was good." she offers, petting a hand over it before judiciously setting it aside,"Depends on the kind of clientele I pull and what kind of money they have... at the end of the day. I could probably set a still up in the back room and make good enough rotgut for the average Low Towner from what I've seen so far. But... thank you. Maybe we'll have to see about finding a warehouse in future..." because let's face it, Molly's not exactly super great about ownership, either.

There's a small laugh from her,"This place isn't an... issue for me. It's Nighttown without the dome. Most of them speak at least enough English for me to get by, and the flip side of them being anti-mutant is that most of the people here likely to try and cut my throat in the thought I'm a tourist are just human. I was out for dinner earlier, already. Changed over my money, scoured the streets for a building site. Here I'm... just another face. There's enough population density," and wonderful, narrow, dirty streets and danger in every shadow,"that I blend in." which for her are all things to make the place delightful.

Blink has posed:
Blink nods offering a grin. "I guess it's easier for you to fit in here. Every trip out is taking my life into my hands in Madripoor." Oddly, she doesn't say that like it's a bad thing either. More... a challenge? Like other kids might say 'They're a good football team' when they're about to go up against them. There's /excitment/ in the mix.

"Glad that you fit in better though!" She shuffles a bit more in the seat, attempting to get comfortable despite her clothing. "What's next on the list then? I guess if you've found a place to build and given the bribes, that's all taken care of. Have you thought about provisions?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Well, not so much in here at least. Just remember... if you're out in the street's you're technically here on your own if I'm not with you." Molly points out, perhaps a little preturbed by her tone of excitement. Not that she really has grounds to be /surprised/, but still,"Told you, it's not that different from Nighttown. Less tech, no vat meat... but there's... enough similarities. I haven't gone up to Hightown yet... I think it would make me homesick for Chiba." she sighs softly,"I've given what bribes I can, and have someone else helping with leverage if they drag their feet too long. And most of it is going to boil down to what I can trade for and with who. Cheap will bring the locals in, fights will bring in some foreigners, hopefully I can stay ahead enough of the curve to be able to keep the alcohol flowing. But if you decide to liberate some more vodka... I'm not going to complain.

Blink has posed:
"Sure thing Mols, top shelf booze for bargain basement prices. Fell off the back of a truck and all that..." One hand waves lazy circles, when Molly was ready, there was likely going to be several crates of expensive sounding booze waiting for her. After all, if you're going to steal - steal /big/.

"Nice trick there too, keeping me stuck in here or risk breaking my promise." Because apparently a /promise/ means something. Though she's never out and out lied to the maternal woman. Not about anything /important/ anyway. "There's easier places to play though, might see if I can find Dana sometime. I haven't seen her in a while either..." Her face tilts to the side somewhat, for anyone else it would be a stare into the middle distance. But with those solid green eyes it's impossible to be /sure/.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Here, honey... they're not going to care about whether it was obtained legally or not. In fact, if it's the genuine article and doesn't cost them an arm and a leg... the place will probably be drowning in visitors fairly quickly." Molly notes drily,"But, thank you. That will... definitely make things easier."

There's a quiet laugh,"Sweetheart, just because you can handle yourself doesn't mean that going out and picking a fight is a good idea. There is /always/ someone better, faster, stronger. In my world augments, training, newer and better technology's... here? You might just pick a fight with someone who heals faster than you can kill them. And while, yes, you can portal... some fights aren't worth picking." there's a tilt of her head,"Eel girl." that's how Molly remembers her, at least,"Did something happen to her?"

Blink has posed:
"Not that I know of, we were meant to meet up to patrol fairly regularly but it's kinda just... Petered out. Probably couldn't handle the ol' history and the like." Because it's easier to assume that than some of the other things that flit through the teen's head. With a shrug she asks; "How about you? How are you keeping in touch with folks?" She pauses, then her grin turns truely wicked; "I hope your fancy-men can still make it here? Wouldn't want you to have to give up on them just because of tall dark and batty."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Takes dedication to patrol, sweetheart. Not the sort of thing that I've been... good at, myself. I'd rather deploy a few smart drones like Shadow and let them do the work in that regard than spend hours walking around seeing whether or not someone's been in a wide area... then again, I like to keep my territory... small. So don't assume it's particularly history or that sort of thing." she does tap her temple,"Tracking my systems takes some reasonably specialized skills. I talk to people still, I'm just... careful about how much I say." there's a snort,"You're just hoping that I'll call on you so you can try to find out just how many there really are, aren't you? I think you knowing about the two we've spoken about is quite enough, young lady."

Blink has posed:
"Two? I distinctly remember another two at least. That Phage guy and the Punisher. Remember?" Because Clarice certainly does. It's not every day you start to work out cracks in Molly's mental defences. Even if those defences in this case are just misdirection... and the blantant denial to answer questions.

"You knoooooow...." She continues, placing an index finger against her chin as if this is only just coming to her; "Me helping you get /here/, that's kinda a favour right? And I'm sure there was this agreement, favours for questions?" She bats her eyelashes innocently.

Molly Millions has posed:
"I said I knew them, I never said they were sharing my bed." Molly insists with a straight face, electing to snag the vodka before she raises her brow. There's not even a pretense at hiding the groan,"We already agreed to ten percent of the bar profits." she points out,"But, I suppose that will have to be in exchange for... liberating sufficient alcohol to at least give it a good start. So. Very well then. But first I should grab the other vodka so I don't end up drinking this one. Which will make a /very/ nice bribe."

Blink has posed:
Clarice watches it all with eqanimity, even when Molly is determindly trying to keep her lover list to herself. "It's pretty funny Mols, you always seem to grab alcohol when I start getting close to something you don't want to talk about... Dutch courage is it?" She grins, not moving from the chair as her eyes follow Molly as she goes for a cheaper bottle of spirits.

"So then, one or both of those. Probably both considering how you looked at me earlier..." She taps that chin, mulling things over. "I think three questions for the drink, it's not saving your life or anything!"

Molly Millions has posed:
"More like anesthetic." Molly drawls, clambering back up her rope to go fetch the cooler, pulling the rope to thread through the handle and use that to lower it down before sliding back down herself,"Fine." she elects to concede,"Three questions." because that isn't going to be awful, at all. She picks up a soda with a questioning waggle in Blink's direction before bringing over the drinks of the moment,"Somehow I think I would have been better off just refusing to answer any of them to start out with."

Blink has posed:
"Probably!" Clarice agrees as she snags the soda, then seems to wait for something else drink wise. "Plenty to ask but only three to be answered... I better make them good ones this time..." She smirks softly, tapping her soda can lid as though mulling over the questions, as if she hadn't had the first one all set and ready.

"Question one! The First question! Of which there are three..." She pauses, opens her mouth and then... "What were the names of the last ten people you slept with?" And there it is, sweet smiles might follow it, but she's clearly an evil intelligence gatherer in disguise!

Molly Millions has posed:
There it is. That look. One doesn't even need to see Molly's eyes to recognize that look is... well, damnit, equal parts horrified and outraged all at once,"You have /got/ to be kidding." she mutters. Vodka. This... definitely requires vodka,"Three. Three questions, three names. It still counts as only one question, but I'm not listing the last ten people I slept with, Clarice. That's just..." wrong. Or maybe she can't even remember the names of the last ten people she slept with. Were they even all in this world? Probably not. No matter what, it doesn't require a swig, it requires a /chug/ because if this is the opener she feels like she's probably going to need the entire bottle.

Blink has posed:
"Five... Or until you reach the point you were pulled from your time. Whichever is the greater number..." The looks slips off that Blase grin with no apparent outward effect. If she can stare down AIM Commanders with that grin, she can deal with Molly's death-glare. And the fact she shuffles in her seat is just to get comfortable again. Obviously.

"And some of that vodka better make it's way into my drink!" She adds, gulping down some soda before wiggling the can at the older woman. "Top me up please!" Better to make it a request than anything coming /close/ to a question!

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly just snorts,"I don't know why I'm even bothering to negotiate with you child. And we wont get into what it says that you're that curious about who I've slept with." she mutters, though she does elect to go over and add some vodka to the can,"Five. Of my choosing." she grunts,"Ares, Tygra," of course she's going to cheat, like that wasn't going to happen, it's nothing to her to concede the ex she already knows about and the one she's met, counting them off on her fingers,"Johnny, Case." that's blatantly cheating if Blink recognizes that both of them definitely weren't from this universe,"Four. Close enough." she insists, like that's going to fly, taking a swig of the vodka again.

Blink has posed:
"Nope nope nope." Blink shakes her head. "For one, those last two are from the future. And for two, the question was the /last/ ten. You wanted down to three, I said five. That means the /last/ five. No one said anything about your choosing..." Honestly, it's like the woman's never played truth or dare before! Sipping her drink, the teen adds; "So Ares and Tygra are in there more than likely... Unless you /really/ get about." A beat. "Which is fine! Nothing wrong with liking to have some fun..." Just because she doesn't find lots of people doesn't mean Molly can't. "Second question... For answering /after/ the first question." She pauses, sips her drink. "And I'm not going to say anything /else/ about this question until question one is answered to my liking..." Another sip, no, a /gulp/ this time... Before, nervously... "What's it like?"