2348/Drinks in Madripoor

Drinks in Madripoor
Date of Scene:	06 September 2017
Location:	Madripoor
Synopsis:	Danny stops by St. Molly's for some Oolong and a chat.
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Iron Fist

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Molly Millions has posed:
    For all that all Molly knows about magic is that it's not her thing, and that the only good ninja is a dead one, the lean woman with the bar in Madripoor seems to be quite content with Patch and team utilizing it as an impromptu base. That she's had some mage come through and open up, frankly, illegal magical exits linking the place with New York for ease of travel possibly helps in that regard. But in the lull she's taking the opportunity to get the place cleaned up and fixed up, as if random ninjas attacks and being used as triage are just... business as normal in her book.

    She's puttering about with soap water and a rag at present, wearing a handmade, red tee that proclaims 'I <3 Genosha', risky move in non-mutant friendly Madripoor to start out with, and jeans. With her shoulder holster on. Because you can never really tell when ninja's might decide to show up after all.

Iron Fist has posed:
One could be mistaken for calling Danny Rand a ninja. The similarities are there, for sure, especially when you see him in battle. But he would easily write off the comparison as nonsense, especially after the recent bout with the Hand. He was nowhere near as merciless as they could be, or at least that's what he tells himself.

Walking into Molly's bar, he certainly doesn't seem worried about passing as a ninja, though his path from the front door to the bar itself is quiet enough to raise suspician. "Hey," he grunts.

Today, the Iron Fist is dressed in a pair of jeans, boots, and a plain white tee. He settles onto a stool with a sigh and, frankly, looks like shit. "Got any tea?" he asks.

Molly Millions has posed:
    It's the drone. Backpack size, shaped like a spider. Lurks in the eaves outside the place. It gives her heads up, but still the quietness of his approach has her look over with some disturbance as if he might have managed to vanish somewhere along the way... even with her hearing. The rag's tossed into the bucket with an upnod of acknowledgment,"Oolong, lapsang, Tie Kuan Yin?" she enquires,"Have a green and a white, too, though not as popular." she offers as she washes her hands and then goes to collect a teapot to start out,"You look like you could use something stronger than tea, though." she elects to opine.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Oolong," is Danny's response. If he notices his stealth, he doesn't let on about it, but truth be told he doesn't move a muscle in Madripoor without being as alert as possible. Not after all those ninjas attacked. Not after everyone was poisoned.

"I feel like I need something stronger, but I don't really drink," he shrugs, but offers a smile. "I meant to thank you for having my back here. Sorry it's taken so long."

The martial artist leans forward and rests his forearms against the curved edge of the bartop. His hands clasp and he sets his chin on them. "I'm Danny."

Molly Millions has posed:
Straight oolong it is. Molly's aware enough of the customs that it's straight leaves in a diffuser rather than some simple teabag, the pot and a cup provided to the bar with a haphazard gesture in lieu of a 'voila',"Smart man doesn't drink. Smart, but boring." she offers with a slow kind of smile, electing to collect a bottle of vodka for herself but at least sticking with the social politesse of pouring herself a glass full. Screw the shotglass.

A slight shrug from her,"I don't like ninja. And that makes the... fourth? Time I've had a run-in with these Hand. I'm not going to pretend I know what you and the others are up to with these... gates of heaven thing, but... dead ninja's I'm okay with." she leans up against the other side of the bar,"Molly." she offers,"You're welcome to crash here if you want some shut-eye without risk of waking up with a shuriken embedded in you. It's not glamorous, but. Trying to stay up for days on end's a great way to get yourself killed."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny watches the woman prepare the tea and, when it's presented to him, allows it to steep for a short time in front of him. "Thanks," he offers, "but I don't want to make this place more of a target than it needs to be. It's probably me they'll be looking for."

He pulls the small tea cup closer to him, then reaches out for the pot, which he gingerly maneuvers to pour a nice, hot cup of tea. "I grew up where one of those gates lead. A place called K'un Lun." He sets the teapot down again as thin whisps of steam rise in front of him.

"What about you? Where did you grow up?"

Molly Millions has posed:
There's a laugh from Molly,"I have a six-armed bartender in a town that's not known for it's love of mutants... if they want an excuse they'll find one. Difference here is that as long as I pay the police they don't care." she opines with a small gesture using her vodka before taking a generous sip of it,"...so you grew up in... a heaven?" she tilts her head, those silver lenses not hiding her puzzlement at all,"I'm not... familiar with that sort of thing I'm afraid... where I grew up is... from what I understand... not exactly in the chronological neighborhood." there's a dry drawl to it,"So this K'un Lun? It's... somewhere these ninja want to go? To take over?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny smirks over at Molly and nods. He doesn't think the Hand has any beef with mutants or cares about police being bought off, but the point is taken. Madripoor is a dangerous place, and he would be foolish to think he could be solely responsbile for anything happening to a bar there. Foolish and vain.

"Well," he starts with a roll of his eyes, "depends on who you ask. Really, it's what's called a heavenly city, more mystical than divine." He cradales his tea cup and lifts it to his lips, sipping a bit before dropping his hands some. "As for what the Hand wants, whenever I think I know I'm surprised again. Whatever it is this time around, I just know it's not good."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly leans against her stool with the slightest shake of her head, amusement curling her lips,"Okay then, the question for me is then... what's the difference between mystical and divine?" she enquires,"Not that I can't... look it up, but frankly the organization system of the local matrix leaves a lot to be desired and half of it seems... dubious at best. So what is the difference, to you?" she purses her lips as she watches him from behind those lenses, perhaps a little concerned about his state given the way she elects to offer,"I don't have a clinic on retainer here, but I can call and make enquiries if you're hurt?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny blinks a few times and lets the question sink in. He had to sit through similar lines of questioning from monks in K'un Lun, but philosophy wasn't one of his strong suits. So, first, he declines the offer of making a call. "No, I'm fine, thanks."

Then, to the deeper question at hand, he answers honestly, "I don't really know anymore." A slight smile and he admits, "When I was K'un Lun I used to think that the difference was that people like me could get a handle on the mystical. I mean really understand and manipulate it, while divine forces were either made up or on just a whole other level." He motions to someplace far off, probably unattainable. "But since I've been back to New York, I've seen actual gods running around and, well, let's just say that's a good question."

After a moment, he inclines his head toward Molly and asks, "What about when you're from. What are people's thoughts on that?"

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly drains her vodka while she listens, silent and reflective for the moment. A small chime from a phone like device in her pocket interrupts briefly and is taken out, flipped open in a way no smart phone's really designed for these days, and closed again with little more than a grunt before being shoved back into her pocket,"The closest thing that I met to a god before I wound up here was an artifical intelligence that I helped free." she offers absently before pouring herself a fresh drink. Half vodka, this time, the other half oolong snagged from his pot.

"We didn't have... mutants, or mage's... witches? Whatever the proper word is. And if you told someone about gates of heaven and all of that, they'd have had you shipped off to a clinic for assessment." there's a wry sort of smile at that,"But given that I can walk through a door and be several thousand kilometers away from this place... and have known at least two gods of war... I accept that the rules I'm used to don't apply here."

There's a quiet sigh,"I'm happy to help you guys. If there's more you're comfortable sharing, even better. But at the end of the day it doesn't make a huge difference. You guys don't seem to be intent on trying to destroy the world, and well... ninja's. I just don't like ninja's."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny snorts and lifts his cup in a salute. "Cheers to that," he says, moving to clink his cup against Molly's if she's so inclined, then down the rest of the warmed tea. "And thanks, again. I didn't really expect to meet the others, to be honest. I mean I came alone and really only know Patch, and even then just through a friend. They seem alright, though."

The Iron Fist doesn't pour himself a new glass of tea, but he does give Molly a quizzical look. "What /is/ the deal with those doors, then? Don't seem like something you installed yourself."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly is happy to clink hers against his with a slight shrug of her shoulders,"Call it balancing karma. Or something. I guess. I don't even know Patch, really. I was in a bar in Mutant Town and he was warning the owner that the Hand was pissed at him. I'd already run into them in Chinatown previously and had the feeling I was being... watched... so... I helped. I come here... and all of a sudden... yeh." there's a quiet chuckle before she nods in the direction of the doors,"Arrangement with a... mage? Passphrase locked, so that there's at least some control over who can use them. I still have friends in New York that I wanted to be able to come see me here without having to bother my daughter."

There's a point at the one closest to the bar,"That one's New York. Neuromancer's the word. Pop's up in Flatbush. The one deeper in is Genosha." she doesn't offer it's passphrase though,"Wouldn't even know where to begin when it comes to magic. Technology, sure. But most of it seems to be... obsolete in the face of all of the other stuff here."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny nods at the explantion, mentally stores the passphrase for the door to New York, and doesn't bother pushing for more information on Genosha and the mage. "Right, well you probably are being watched, but then again we all probably are."

Another cup of tea is poured and cradled. "I don't know about that," he says. "My company just helped install some technology that do the exact same things those doors do, and I've known a few people some outstanding gear. Close enough to magic for me."

Molly Millions has posed:
There's that laugh again, slightly bitter,"Possibly. I'll take the locals over..." hmm, she thinks better of finishing that sentence and decides that maybe it's better to take a sip of her drink instead. There's that insectile tilt of her head again as somewhere behind those lenses a quick hunch is followed,"...Danny is short for Daniel, isn't it?" pause,"...as in Daniel Rand, Zetaport?" she asks in a slightly hoarser tone, lenses turning down towards her glass as if suddenly there's probably just not enough vodka in there by half.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny realizes he's been a little too loose, perhaps, with the personal information so far. Chalk it up to recovering from poison or just being extra preoccupied with the Hand. Whatever it is, he clears his throat, glances downward, and nods. "Yeah, well, don't go spreading it around, ok?"

Rotating the stool, and himself, just a hair to one side, he manages to slide with a grunt. "I should maybe get going. There's lots to prepare for in the coming days, I think."

Molly Millions has posed:
There's a raise of her hand and then a cross of her chest,"My word. Wouldn't have made the connection if I hadn't been pouring over what little information was in the press release." there's that faint smile from her again,"Sit. You look like you're about to fall over, no offense. You just... caught me, is all. I mean... I know that the corporations here are different, but it's still a little... jarring, for me. I admire what I read about it. Unfortunately.. I don't technically exist. So.." there's an absent gesture towards the doors.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny looks up to Molly and seems to consider the option for a moment, even stealing a quick glance to the seat he once occupied. "Yeah, well thanks for saying that. About the port, that is." He stretches and somewhere something cracks, which looks to be a relief. "I should be going all the same. I'll be back to my old self after some meditation. Might as well do that while things are quiet." He smiles, then, and says, "I'll stop by again real soon, though."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Okay." Molly offers with a brief nod of her head,"You do that. And if you need help... well, I'll be here." she offers with a brief ghost of a smile,"Take care."