2558/Feed the Birds, Tuppance a Bag

Feed the Birds, Tuppance a Bag
Date of Scene:	24 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Karen Page, Rainmaker, Hoodlum, Ghost Spider

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Karen Page has posed:
By rights, she should have one mother of a hangover. But judicious application of Aspirin, some Alka Seltzer, and a pitcher or three of water had forestalled that. It didn't stop Karen from going to bed with an empty wastepaper basket beside her bed, though.

Nor did it stop her from calling in sick today. Tough luck for them. It was Saturday. She'd been slogging through the paper soaked files for days and putting in overtime - overtime she wasn't going to see a dime for - and the early autumn sun was shining.

A mental health day. That's what she was calling it. And a much needed one too. That last week had been hectic. All she wanted to do was bask in the sun and feed the birds. She patently ignored the signs that said don't feed the birds bread. The small act of rebellion fostered a tiny flower of impishness in her soul.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Central Park is one of those places can be conducive to deep thoughts. Sure, there are always people around, and sometimes those people can be annoying. But overall...it's the closet you can get to getting back to nature a bit in New York.

    It's the place Sarah goes when she needs deep thoughts, or just wants to read but doesn't want to be cooped up in her apartment or in a coffee shop. Because she's not really sufficiently hipster. Today she comes wandering down one of the paths, a bit lost in thought, as she absently starts to skirt the flock of pidgeons gathered around Karen ready to eat her....I mean, to eat the bread she's tossing! Sarah's not as fond of the sky rats herself, but it's more a 'you do your thing bird, I'll do mine, but if I catch you cooing on my balcony at 5 in the morning, there will be violence' sort of thing.

Hoodlum has posed:
    Clearly the pigeons are here to feast on their flesh and bones and deliver the apocalypse to fruit- That is, they are here to eat bread. Clarine is mostly here because she's a terrible studen and only working with a part time load right now. With a big pretzel in one hand and lemonade in the other, she walks in Karen's direction, having spotted her. She eventually raises her pretzel-laden hand, still chewing, as she tries to get the woman's attention.

Ghost Spider has posed:
    "Fine! I don't want your stupid five buck wack-ass hot dog anyway!" comes Gwen Stacy's raised voice somewhere in the park nearby. There's no further conflict, though, and pretty soon there is a blond girl dressed in a pair of boot-cut jeans and a white babydoll printed with '50% Dazzler, 50% Daredevil'. Her hair is caught up in a bun on the back of her head. Interestingly, she's cartwheeling along the path in the park. This takes her near the bench surrounded by pigeons.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen has a large bag of breadcrumbs - but even so, looking at the crowd of pigeons gathering about, she may run into a small problem of less crumbs and more pigeons. She's never heard of the things actually attacking anyone - that's typically geese - still, they're a chattery mob of wings and feathers, and posturing amongst themselves.

There's a pair of benches where she sits, and a picnic table not a stone's throw away. More than enough space for folks to settle in nearby or with.. which, if she'd thought about it, might have made her choose another place to park her butt.

In the end, though, it's just as well.. that's a voice she recognizes. Though, it's not raised in anger right now.. Still, the memory of it has Karen's lips twitching in mirth and she looks about, trying to find out where it's coming from. Gwen. Gwen had follwed the last of the ragtag group to Josie's where they'd taken those men for all their money at pool.

Now Karen is outright smirking. If lifting that fool Booster into the air while he was screaming he wasn't gay wasn't enough to laugh at, the look on Franco's face when they scammed him certainly was. ...not that she'd been entirely sure at the time that they /were/ going to win.

"Gwen?" Karen's gaze finally lights upon the other woman.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Even in Central Park...a girl cartwheeling down the path does draw some attention, as Sarah eyes Gwen as she goes past, scattering the pigeons at the edge of the flock on the ground. Though she has a point. $5 dollar hot dogs; they better be freakin' works of ART for that much. Though the scent of the pretzel that Clarine is carrying does make Sarah's stomach rumbles a bit as she frowns to herself, idling rubbing her tummy. Maybe she shouldn't have skipped breakfast. And lunch. But it's not like she had the money to really grab much today. The problems of the jobless volunteer, really. Which brings us back to why she's in Central Park...ALSO free.

    As Karen calls to Gwen she glances over idly, then decides to sit down at a nearby table, idly people watching. Maybe they're cheerleaders together or something? Central Park Cheerleaders....sounds like a good start for a movie.

Hoodlum has posed:
Clarine finally swallows her pretzel bits, and checks her mouth for crumbs. Then she's moving in the direction of Gwen and Karen meaningfully. With long strides, the six and a half foot tall college student is pacing towards the two girls she recognizes,"Karen! Gwen! Heya! You get some rest? Gwen, you get those new drums you were looking at? Were the winnings enough. Saw you earlier but didn't get a chance to talk to you." She sips at her lemonade, shakes it, then holds up her pretzel as she draws near, as if to share it.

Yes. That's right. She's willing to share her delicious food. Free fooding from her?

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen stops a cartwheel a little past halfway as Karen calls out to her. She ends up on one hand, her other three limbs in the air. Interestingly, this doesn't seem to bother her. "Huh? Oh, Karen. Hi!" and she waves with her free hand, her head still near the ground. "How're you?"

    There's Clarine too. "Hello. I haven't bought them yet, but I was looking at them."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen's face lights up as not only Gwen, but Clarine filter into sight. "Well look what the dog dragged in. Hey, Clarine. And yeah, Gwen. Come, come. Sit. Both of you." She shuffles over on her bench, not that there isn't room given the second bench nearby. As she shuffles, she notices the other, Sarah, nearby - sitting close enough to hear, but not so close as to be one of them.

There's a slight pause from the woman as she considers Sarah, but she doesn't say anything. Merely turns back to the pair who are joining her. "Hey! No fair not bringing enough to share!" As if they'd intended upon running into her. But to make her point more comical, she waves her bag of breadcrumbs. "Mmmm, breadcrumbs?"

Hoodlum has posed:
The girl sits as directed. One leg folded underneath her. This economizes space. She takes up kind of a lot of it. She pulls a hair toss and holds out her pretzel to Karen,"Go ahead. I'll get another one." A pause as she looks over at Sarah, then back at Karen,"I think you two have an admirer." Yes. She has noticed the woman at the table looking. She pretends to study her nails, though as she says to Gwen,"I'd ask you what you have your eye on, but I know nothing about instruments. It would just go over my head. Look at you being all super-athletic and stuff. I think I'd break my elbow if I tried that." Well. Maybe. Who knows?

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen does a forward roll and ends up on her feet, facing the others. "And she sticks the landing!" she exclaims, throwing her arms out in the usual gymnastics ending pose. She jogs up to Karen's bench and hops up, balancing on the balls of her toes on the back of the bench. She crouches there. "How are you two feeling today? I'm feeling great."

    "Hi." she says to Sarah, offering a wave. "I'm Gwen."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah, who's started rummaging in her backpack, blinks and looks as she's called an admirer...then as Gwen introduces herself. She smiles faintly. "Just curious. And hello, I'm Sarah." she says politely to Gwen. "Didn't mean to stare, it's just hard to miss someone cartwheeling down the path. I was sort of expecting a pigeon disaster there." she says amusedly.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen chuckles as Gwen introduces herself. She supposes she could, under other circumstances, have found herself in the fangirl category, but really, these days, she was finding that it seemed every way she turned she was running into someone or other bigger than life. It was exhausting trying to keep up.

That, and she'd found they got tired of it. Deep down, most of them just wanted to buy their cup of coffee, pay for it, and move out of the line.

Still, the other girl didn't react like a fangirl. On a whim, she gestures, "Might as well come on over. Saves the raising of voices. I think I yelled enough for all of us last night." Not that Sarah would know about it, or why, but the other two would. "The tall one there is Elevator." There's a wicked grin comes with that as she introduces Clarine. "Cartwheel girl is Fists of Steel, and I'm Bellows. Or you can call us Clarine, Gwen, and Karen." Appropriately designated.

Hoodlum has posed:
Some people are literally large. Like Clarine. She shoots a dirty look at Karen and sticks a tongue out at her. Still, watching Gwen do her thing, it's hard not feel a small amount of jealousy. "I'm at six on the dysphoria scale today. Apparently." Her gaze softens though,"Totes not your fault though. Just likes to stick its ugly head up. Jealousy is a terrible, petty thing." She sips her lemonade for a moment, and then gestures with her pretzel towards Sarah as if offering her a bite as well. Omnomnom. "Elevator is an ironic nickname. It's 'cause I'm so petite."

She has total serious face on. Because it is not an ironic nickname. At all. "Karen is literally the best wing girl ever, but Gwen is like, champion of women's safe spaces for real."

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen looks at her fists. "Why'm I Battlin' Jack Murdoch?" she wonders. "I didn't hit anyone last night." but she shrugs. "So, _noone_ has a hangover? Those bars must given us some primo booze, then."

    She nods sagely to Sarah. "She's so tiny, isn't she?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah raises a brow, considering, then getting up to walk over and join the other women at the table. She smiles faintly at the mention of safe spaces. "Oh? Safe spaces, huh? Worthy cause." She then hmms, peering at Clarine. "So very. Nothing wrong with being a Amazon either though." she says. "One of my friends is well over six feet, and looks good at it." She tilts her head. "Pleased to meet you all, though...sorry, didn't mean to intrude?"

Karen Page has posed:
Karen giggles. The gesture makes her look much younger than her years - not that she's ancient by any means. "Gwen." There's a shake of head. "That was something last night." Her chin nods to include Sarah in the conversation.

"So, we're at this club, and without a word of a lie, the most clueless male in the universe wanders in. Elevator there.." She sticks her tongue out at Clarine, who is only petite in the ironic sense, ".. she thinks he's gay. And he's not only clueless, he follows us into the ladies room where he signs Gwen's boobs like she was some sixteen year old groupie let out of the house for the first time in her life. If he wasn't so clueless, it would have been creepy."

Gwen gets a shake of head. "Holy sheeee-it girl That was pretty awesome what you did. Only I felt sorry for him. He wasn't some creep. Shame it wasn't some creep. /That/ would have been something."

Karen shakes out the remains of the crumbs in her bag, which causes an unruly flurry of pigeons to scamper in. "Yeah. That's me. Wing-girl. Always the birdesmaid, never the bride."

Hoodlum has posed:
"Of course, he's hella cute, and even kind of nice even if he's totally self-involved. Once you realize he's not gay, open season, right? Except, he's so effing clueless, it's kind of like looking at a cherry pie someone dropped on the floor. It was probably tasty, but you kinda don't want to eat it anymore." She chuckles and tosses her lemonade into a trashcan, now emptied. She lets her head lol back a little as she looks out the corner of her eye at Sarah,"You're a doll for saying so. It's less about the reality of the sitch, and more like the utter terror that I look so terrible that I'll run into someone I used to know and they'll deadname me publically and it'll be a thing... Which is stupid, I know. That's where the mind goes, though." She rolls her shoulder in a shrug. "Anyway, Gwen here did pretty much everything short of physically throwing him out of the room. It all ended well though." A pause and she refocuses on Karen,"Come on. Girl like you. If you're not partying with a guy, then you're obviously only hanging out with blind guys." If only she knew.

Ghost Spider has posed:
    "I don't know. There's such a thing as spending too much time in the gym and I think maybe he did." Gwen suggests. "I mean, did you see all the little muscles he had that were cut and stuff? I guess he looked pretty nice, though."
    She scrambles down into the bench finally.

Rainmaker has posed:
    The Amerindian girl tilts her head at the start of the story...but by the time, she's definitely scowling a bit. "How do you think, even cluelessly, that it's cool to sign someone's boob unless they're really, really asking you to? Or to following someone into the LADIES ROOM..." She shakes her head, sounding pretty suspicious of it just being 'cluelessness'. "I would have slugged him." she admits. Or, well tased him. Well maybe not. But it's fun to think about.

    She is pulled out of her random shocking fantasies by Clarine explaining in more detail. "Can see that, but as long as it doesn't make you avoid going out..." She looks over Gwen thoughfully, then asks. "Martial arts then?" she guesses, as Gwen doesn't immediatley scream 'I could put a guy through a wall if I wanted'.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen shrugs at Sarah, totally grinnning and amused. "You'd have to have met him to understand. He was.. it was like a celebrity train wreck waiting to happen. I think if he'd had a clue by four he'd have realized we weren't all hitting on him." She gives Clarine a look. "Fine, Elevator over there was hitting on him. But even so, you could tell he was used to this whole bigger than life persona. When wee took him out later he was totally different. More like a reall person. Except for the part where he soooooo wasn't from the here and now."

She rolls her eyes.

"I thought Fists, over here was going to ream him a new one." She insists upon using their joking names. It's clear it's a fondness of sorts. An affectation. It's not like she's not fallen into company where such names are normal. It might even be an irony from the woman, not that they all would know.

"It all worked out. He really was a bit of a ditz under it all. Took him ojut for drinks after and scammed a bunch of pool sharks for their money. Gwen there..." The first time she's used a real name. "We got her enough to at least begin looking for some new drums. Hey, how much did we win, anyway?"

Hoodlum has posed:
"Like I said. He's floor pie." Yes. Clarine has called Booster 'floor pie'. "I get plenty of exercise jogging. I don't see why anyone would spend so much time lifting weights." Clarine offers a small smile to Sarah,"It used to keep me from going out. Most days, it just makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Not like I'm the only one in the world with social issues, though. So you fake it until you make it, ya know?"

She sits up straight, gesturing to Gwen,"She can hold her liquor, too, but it was decided early on that I'm pretty much the permanent designated driver. I'm fun in a bag and all that. Anyway, I was hitting on him a little, but there was no way I was taking him home. On the off chance I got a boy home, I have no idea what the hell I'd do with one. I think I still need to work on talking to people before I get to picking them up." Her eyes do twinkle a little.

"How much DID it total up to? I swear that Franky guy was ready to have an aneurism right there. I was ready for Fists to headbutt him if he started swinging. Because I totes believe she would headbutt a jerk." A pause as she examines Sarah,"I think you might, too."

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen holds up her hands. "I didn't hit him!" but she grins. "I just had a lot of adrenaline and I picked him up off the floor a tiny bit" and she shows a small gap with her thumb and forefinger.
    She looks to Clarine. "Head butt? Do I look like a wrestler?" she wonders. "I'm a drummer. The drummer's not supposed to get in fights."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah's lips twitch. "Probably." she agrees with Clarine. "I'm not a weight girl, I tend to do bodyweight training and running. Easier to do without a gym." She wrinkles her nose at Karen. "Still, ditz or no, a guy expecting that three girls he's never met are automatically going to grind on him and go home with him or something..." She rolls her eyes. "Glad he at least was good enough to apologize and stop trying so hard." she admits. Grudgingly.

    She does asks curiously. "You're a drummer? What kind of band?" she wonders. "Or are you solo at the moment?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
    "It was a kind of rock-poppy kind of thing." Gwen tells Sarah. "I can't really explain it that well. Y'know. We were trying to be different without being totally alienating. But yeah, I had to leave my drums and my badmates behind when I came here. So I don't think we'll be making any records."

Hoodlum has posed:
Clarine grins at Gwen. "Drummers are super hardcore. They have to headbutt in a fight. Can't ruin their fingers. Gotta stay nimble. It's all in the wrist, right?" The girl smiles and nods as she pantomimes drumming on nothing in particular. Air-band it is! "I think Mr. Floor-pie may literally be the most clueless human being on the planet. He had a literal robot following around that seems to exist for the sole purpose of apologizing for him when he does something stupid."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Oh, just moved here then? For school or something?" Sarah asks Gwen curiously, as she idly brushes a few long strands of her very long hair behind her ear. "Wait, he had a robot to tell him when he's being stupid too? Huh. That's...special." she says slowly. "I guess if you're a really out of touch rich kid or something. Maybe he was super home schooled or something."

Ghost Spider has posed:
    "Yeah. YEah." Gwen says, evading a little. "I'm from Atlanta." another lie. "But I got into Julliard, so that's exciting." she says, with a grin. "I don't know. The guy was super-weird. Like really super-weird. He was handing out card with his cosplay picture on it. I think he said his name was Ted. Ted... Kord? I think that's right."

Karen Page has posed:
The cards! Karen had almost forgotten the cards. "I know, what was that anyway? And SKEETs?" She bursts into laughter. "He had an apology robot. Like, he was so comical, you had to wonder if he was a parody of himself."

The bag the bread bits were in is folded neatly into a careful little rectangle that she frowns at and crumples at the last moment. "Good grief, Karen, who are you, anyway? Miss goodie two shoes? Pshhh." The crumple is put in her pocket - only so much deviant within her, it seems.

Hoodlum has posed:
"It literally begged us to forgive him, threatened us with his laser while telling us it was basically a laser pointer in the same breath." The girl pulls a strained expression... Then breaks down into a cascade of chuckles. "Julliard is kind of a big deal for performers, right? Like... Harvard and lawyers, right?" She scratches her nose for a moment, then goes on,"Yeah. Ted. Said he was Ted. Said his name was Booster when he was signing things. I swear... Are we sure he wasn't even a LITTLE gay? I mean the shirt. The pink shirt. And all that talking about mens' butts. Maybe he's in denial?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    The mention of Julliard draws a suprised, but impressed look from Sarah. "You must be a -really- good drummer if you can get in there. Most people I've heard of who go there are more instruments, I didn't know they took drummers like that." She shrugs. "Pretty cool." The long-haired girl nods to Clarine. "Pretty much. Top school in the U.S. for music, I think? I could be wrong." she admits. She grins a bit at the mention of the robot. "Huh...sounds hilarious, actually...though nothing wrong with a pink shirt. Totally imposed gender-based color scheme. She gets a thoughful look, as if trying to remember. "Ted...Kord? Kord Industries Ted Kord, the inventor? The one that built that centipede subway train that went wild a couple months back?"

    Which is why it stuck in her mind. Not exactly the best beginning public test for that one.

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen nods. "They have a Percussion Department and everything. I can get a degree or get an artist's diploma. I'm probably going the degree route."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen grins, watching Gwen get her dues. Julliard /is/ a big deal. It's like.. like bbeing shortlisted for a Pulitzer or something. But Sarah's query catches her attention. "Yeah, that's the name on the card he flashed. Ted. Ted Kord. You mean he didn't just lift that from someone?"

She supposes she should be more bothered by the thought he stole someone's ID and credit card than she is, but somehow it's not on her radar today. Nor was it last night.

"Said his name was Michael when he introduced himself to me. Almost like he was shy about it. Brushed it off and told me to call him Booster. Totally changed his attitude, you know? Like a whole different person."

She looks thoughtful.

Hoodlum has posed:
"So you can literally become Gwen, Drummer PhD? That is sofa king metal." Yes. She literally enunciated 'sofa' and 'king'. Clarine is an odd duck, occasionally. "I'll buy that. When I first started talking about transitioning, my mother bought me a tool set and a rifle and said I needed better 'hobbies'. She said 'you were always so popular with the girls'. She was right, just... not for the reasons she really got." She massages the bridge of her nose as she relates this to Sarah. "So he gets a pass on the shirt. Lots of flashing jewelry, too. You know, maybe he was that Ted Kord. He DID have a robot and everything." She smiles at Karen though,"Maybe he has a real side, and a public face and you got REAL for a moment?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
    "OOh... I know! Maybe he's Batman?" Gwen wonders. "Has anyone ever seen Batman and Ted Kord together? Hmm. Maybe I'll investigate and write a big story for TMZ? I'll be famous and make a million bucks."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah mmmmmmms. "Well...Kord is very rich. He could have been pretending too, trying to impress people. Which if he was signing women's breasts like he was at a fan meet'n'greet isn't too out of character, maybe." She sighs and allows. "Though it could have him been really badly trying to pretend he wasn't Ted Kord, if he wanted to relax. Seems weird." She grins at Gwen. "Or that. Could see Batman wearing pink just because he doesn't wear any other colors normally."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen's attention is on Clarine, and the whole business of 'real side' vs 'public side' until Gwen pipes up with the whole Batman theory, and the woman's eyes just widen as she covers her mouth with one hand.

It does no good. She's giggling fit to be tied, and no hand is stopping that.

"You didn't. You didn't just suggest he's Batman. Oh.. oh my god.. oh god.." She can't get anything past that. Even as a secret identity, the absurdity of anyone taking on the Booster persona.. then add Batman to it? "No. Just no. Even /if/.. and I do mean IF he were, can you picture under any circumstance Batman yelling at the top of his lungs 'I am NOT gay!!'? Can you?"

And the more she thinks on it, the funnier it gets.. until she sobers some, and adds quietly, "Kinda wouldn't mind seeing who Michael is, though."

Hoodlum has posed:
    "... Gwen. New Girl. That makes so much sense. They're never around at the same time. Famous inventor and gadget user. And why would he have just ONE secret identity. More secret identities means more chances to remain a secret. It's so clear! But... we can't tell anyone. Heroes do important work. And who would think Ted Kord, Booster, and Batman were all the same person? It's genius!" No. Wait. What's the opposite of genius?

"It's perfect." Then a pause. And she pipes up,"He totally gave you his number didn't he? Call him and say you wanna meet MICHAEL for coffee?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen nods. "He could have a mobster identity and that bumbling Booster personality. Maybe he was just trying to trick us, to establish an alibi for something?" she wonders. "I'll catch him, though." and she rubs her hands together eagerly. "I won't be bored for a while."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah rests her chin on her hand and her elbow on the park bench table next to her. "Did he actually give you contact info?" she says curiously. "So he -did- ask you out then?" She wrinkles her nose. "Well, I guess if he wasn't too bad after the club from the sound of it." she admits. "But who knows? There's plenty of people around here who might have meta abilities but not really interested in showing them."

    For example, Sarah's lesser known superpower is irony, considering she goes out of her way to 'not' let people know she has abilities.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen rolls her eyes and hols a hand up. "Oh for the love of all things holy, we are NOT going there. He is not Batman. Seriously. Even as a superhero secret identity, there is no way he could pull that off with a straight face." She does think of a thing, though. "Say, did any of you get his card?"

The woman heaves a sigh. "Great time not to be a fangirl, huh? *Now* I want to know more. Smart move, Sherlock. Some investigative reporter you are. Note to self: always fangirl. Or get the card." The last bits not to anyone but herself, even if the others can overhear.

Hoodlum has posed:
... "I have an idea. Look up his fan club online. He's totally the kind of guy that would set up his own online fanclub. I bet you can get ahold of him that way." Groff, the the Thuggie. The strangler with the crimson cord. One of her older quickenings. He was always good at hunting people. Clarine shakes off the distant look in her eyes, takes a deep breath, and exhales. No need for those memories. She's not tracking people down right now. "Keep you occupied, Gwen? With what? You a sopranos fan?" The girl gets up, dusting her hands off, and says,"Call me girls. We'll hit the clubs in a more planned fashion next time."

Ghost Spider has posed:
    Gwen digs out her phone and punches up her own info. She passes it around. "Here, maybe everyone put their numbers in and stuff? That way if anyone gets some info on Batman we can share it around?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah raises a brow, hesistating for a moment, ingrained reflex causing her to pause. She's still not used to making connections like this...too used to hiding. But after a moment she takes out her phone and passes around her number for people to type theirs in. She's got a pretty sparse contact list currently.

Karen Page has posed:
"Riiiight," Karen drawls. "I'm just goingn to look him up in the phonebook." Though, she does pause and consider that. "We did sort of have a good time after. Wonder if he'd remember me?" Which brings to bear another thought. "I don't really want to meet Booster again, though, know what I mean?" And there's the crux. Like so many of the personas running around, the walls are sometimes insurmountable. And like so many, to her, the walls aren't what's interesting.

Gwen's phone eventually makes it to her and she punches in her information, looking over to the drummer, "Uh.. okay, so here's the thing. If I don't answer? It's not you. Just.. the whole juggling bills thing, right?" She rolls her eyes. "I like to eat."

But Gwen's got a good idea, and her own phone is flipped out - old model, painfully so - and passed around. "Contacts, please." She makes a point of smiling at Sarah. "You too, huh? I know. We're big, bold and brash. But we're mostly harmless." She says that with authority, like she hasn't just met the others the night before. "We'll figure out your name soon enough."

Karen Page has posed:
Phones go round. Numbers are exchanged. Even Sarah, who still doesn't look like she's sure about this madness she's getting herself into.. still, she does it... it's one of those things. Spur of the moment, and yet? It fits. Who knows if anyone will use those numbers, but they're there. That's how life goes, sometimes.. You roll with it. Elevator, Fists, Bellows, and New Girl. She'll get her moniker soon enough. Those things happen too. That's the nice thing about this thing called life: things happen.