2851/A fresh piece of butter

A fresh piece of butter
Date of Scene:	15 October 2017
Location:	Upper West Hills, Gotham City
Synopsis:	Origami, Buttercup, and Detective Black deal with a shooting in a slum.
Cast of Characters:	Buttercup, Origami, Vincent Black

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Buttercup has posed:
It's two thirty in the morning. A police raid of a drug den up on Westie is keeping the booking department at the old police station hopping -- and the morgue in its basement even more so. Benefitting from this arrangement in the most venal sense is the run-down Los Pollos Hermanos down on the corner below the winking neon. The neighborhood is spooked and those who can't force themselves back to sleep trickle out-- kids, teens, young adults, mostly-- they stumble in on numb feet, joining the small crowd already there, discussing the night's tragedy in rapid-fire Spanish. Some crazy //gringa// is already there, and she's turned sideways in her chair, holding her own in a fluent, faintly nasal Latina accent as she joins in the discussion, still half-working on a basket of fried chicken with several extra biscuits and something like a half million tiny packets of butter she's smearing on the bread and chicken alike.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore walks the streets quietly. She was awake, and one of the firefighters 'had a feeling' about this, so she came down to check things out. She wanders closer to the crowd, listening, though alas, she doesn't understand Spanish.

Her nose does pick up a distinct odor, though.. So she slips a little bit closer, sniffing a little bit at the air. She opens her bag idly, pulling out some hand lotion and starts rubbing it into her hands, idly listening and observing a bit.

Buttercup has posed:
It's a wonder MM can smell anything beyond fumes from the friers as the oil bubbles up around more chicken and roiling fries. One of the young women near to Buttercup is beginning to become unintelligiblle e'en to the Asgardian shortie as her words run together into something like a crying wail. "Ay, ay ay," Buttercup shifts forward from between the table and bench she'd been sitting in, "Mamacita, necessario es que duermas," she goes on, sliding her somewhat greasy fingers up the back of the young woman's dress, drawing her in and going on to speak to her in lower tones, advising her gently on what to do next about finding out whether the father of her child survived the evening's festivities while drawing her into a swaying embrace.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore hmmms and hangs out nearby. She crinkles her nose a bit and leans back, because well... nothing bad is happening, nobody is getting hurt, there's obviously magic happening, but she doesn't know what kind, just yet. She doesn't have much of a name for herself and nobody here has recognized her - probably because she just wasn't very interesting to the Latinx community at the time. So she just sits and rubs lotion into the scarred wreckage of her hands and waits, because right now, it's just a peaceful crowd of people commiserating.

Buttercup has posed:
The young mother in the crazy //gringa//'s arms seems to wilt against the shorter figure, who seems more than capable of holding her up and letting her cry it out on her shoulder.

"Excuse me. EXCU--ATTEN-CION!" a voice from the front of the store, a freckled girl in her late teens at most who has somehow magically become a manager above a shift crew of people in their thirties and forties. She does her best with the Spanish, but has only bothered to learn some phrases, opting instead to just speak LOUDLY and SLOWLY and with lots of HAND GESTURES. "You all need to //buy// some //food// if you want to //stay// here. Loitering. NO LOITERING." The din of the small rowd dies down to listen with dull eyes to the manager. Buttercup turns a look to the same manager as though her heart were breaking and it were all freckles' fault. She doesn't let go of the woman in her arms, nor does said woman move. It's quiet. Too quiet.

And then it's not. Two young men and a young lady have just about had it with these bullshit white people, and start yelling back at the manager about what's happened.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent Black had heard about the drug den raid over the squak box earlier, and decided that Gotham might need the help of a well to do detective that doesn't look like a detective.

    The man walks up and upon the scene, a potential race war is beginning to bubble up and ruin so many people's lives. He takes the collar of his brown leather jacket and lifts it up, the brown faux fur lining pressing against his cheeks and ears obscuring his profile.

    Vince looks around, unable to speak spanish beyond a few words, but dang that was something he should have done in his time, he makes a mental note to study more languages. Slowly he's working his way through the crowd towards the epicenter of the distress.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore takes a deep breath and sighs. Because of course, the racist jerk just has to make things hard on people.

She mutters "This isn't going to go well." and slips over closer to the manager, letting her hand slip into her bag and bring out a square sheet of paper, which she holds in her hand casually.

She clears her throat quietly. "You know, if you just head back into the store, maybe we can see about getting people to buy something. I'll bet you're just having a rough day, and you don't mean to be snapping at people like that. It's not going to get anybody to want to buy things."

Buttercup has posed:
Nobody from the store staff is coing out from behind the counter, that's for sure, though a man in his late thirties at the register really looks like he wishes he could get the heck out of here. The girl with the piee of paper in hand gets largely ignored, the latina teenager slams both palms down on the counter and out of nowhere, almost, a gun appears in the hands of the teenaged manager, "Get back, get BACK!" and then, well-- then all hell breaks loose. People are yelling. Buttercup is trying to get the young mother and a couple others nearby under a table as a shot rings out, then another.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Officer Black was trying to move forward into the store, when he hears a pair of gunshots ring out.

    No.

    Nononono.

    Drawing his sidearm from under his armpit, Vincent lowers it to his side with his trigger finger against the slide, as gun safety dictates. He moves forwards, towards the sound of shooting. He raises his voice. "Everyone! OUT!" The cop is trying to move in. This isn't good.

    He draws his gun level with a teenager and his vision blurrs, fades into a memory before he has to shake it away. No. Not a teen. "Drop the gun." Vince commands, his voice soft and calm.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore holds the paper up in front of herself and it instantly grows, as she steps in front of everyone she can behind a giant.. bulletproof.. sheet of paper.

She frowns deeply. "You just pulled a gun on a group of people."
She reaches her hand down to slip another piece of paper into her hand.
"You.. DO know how this is going to end for you, don't you? I think you should just drop the gun now so I don't get to show you what ELSE I can do."

Buttercup has posed:
Buttercup is more or less on top of the small group she's got huddled under the table with her, trying to cover them as well as she can from any stray metal that might be incoming. She squints an eye and cranes her neck to look at the officer who's come in, while the girl behind the counter drops her gun from tremoring fingers, red spreading across her white manager's shirt, blurring the Los Pollos Hermanos logo over the heart as the crowd scatters. Her lips waver silently for a moment before she drops to the countertop. The cashier has already ducked and covered behind the counter, but he makes his presence known through copious yelling as she slumps down.

Vincent Black has posed:
    "Gah- Damnit." Vincent grumbles as he steps forward, his finger still not on the trigger and moves around to the other side of the counter. "Doctor! Nurse-ah uuuh, Un Medico!" Vincent says, looking at the man with the bullet wound.

    The officer pulls out a cloth and drops it on the injured woman, and summons someone over, while he glances to the teenager, periodically to make sure she isn't dying. Vincent takes a man's hand and using the cloth to clog as much as he can, he pushes the man's hand against the wound, making sure he's pushing down hard.

    Officer Black stands back up, looks around for the shooter. He is scanning the crowd quickly with a glance trying to identify the shooter, looking to Miyako and trying to rely on the bystander, Vincent does /not/ like this situation.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore pushes the sheet of paper to the side and scans the crowd for the gun. Situational awareness, obviously the shooter had to be in front with line of sight and not at the BACK of the crowd.. so places that DON'T contain a crowd of people get scanned too. Gun, gun, who has the gun, those things are noisy.. Her eyes dip to the floor, maybe there's spent brass?

She murmurs a quick, "Origami here, you have incident command, what's the plan?" at Vincent.

Buttercup has posed:
Buttercup's phone is dead, but after a quick conference with her submesan posse, she borrows a phone from one of them and switches into English as fluent and caucasian as her Spanish had been obviously Latina as she sits on the floor, phoning 911. "Hi, yes, there's been a shooting, at the Los Pollos Hermanos on Westie," she half-asks, unsure of the exact address. The manager is gasping raggedly, but the rest of the store seems quiet, now, not to mention largely empty, so she creeps up to her knees, then her feet, "I think it's over. One of them. There were two, I guess. I didn't see the other one. There's a-- um, there's a police officer already here," she shuffles closer to Officer Black, though her eyes are drawn to the giant piece of paper she hadn't noticed before. While the Officer is trying to keep the manager alive, MM can spot someone in the crowd moving with an arm at an odd angle that might indicate they're trying to put a gun away mid-flight. But for a second. People are scattering outside into the night. Well, early morning, by now.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent blinks at Origami and doesn't allow his personal feelings to interfere with the situation.

    "Take care of the injured." Vincent's response is sharp and direct. He turns to Buttercup and motions her over, "Tell dispatch we have shots fire, one civillian injured, send two back up cars at an ambulance. The address is 3051 at the interestion of 14th and Terri."

    Vincent vaults over the counter, keeping his weapon aimed down and he starts to follow the crowds out one of the doors. This is not going well. At all. Not. One. BIT!

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore sees a suspicious figure moving.. it's enough. her hands start moving quickly, paper being folded, bent, creased at ridiculous speed. "Suspect there!" She runs for the door to keep that person in sight and tosses a piece of folded paper up into the air.. it grows, unfurling its wings, and screeches loudly, soaring and circling over that one person's head, chasing but not attacking, but definitely being noisy and obvious.

She nods, "Understood! rendering assistance." and retreats back into the store, fishing out her limited stash of medical supplies and kneeling to do first aid.

Buttercup has posed:
Buttercup keeps her eyes on the officer, nodding her head slowly as he speaks and then once more briskly afterward, coming to the counter space and repeating in a steady verbatim, coming to lean on the counter while Miyako comes to offer medical aid. "It's OK," she tries to assure the manager. Even if she'd been put off by her behavior earlier, a GSW means all is forgiven. She holds the phone to one ear and contnues answering questions while swallowing and running her hand across the panicing girl's shoulder, trying to soothe her. "You're OK. the ambulance is coming." And the police, but. Yeah. The flutterpaper harries a young man in a green jacket who peels away from the rest of the crowd and down the alley beside the restaurant.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent is out of the door, and huh, that's actually useful. The man thinks to himself watching the white bird following the suspected shooter into the alley.

     The rest of the scene will follow the events inside the restaurant, Miyako and Buttercup, the one's really doing the most good.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore actually has a lot of useful first aid skills, and knows how to work with paramedics and can give a report to them quickly with language they are used to hearing, yay! Clearly she spends way too much time hanging out with ambulance crews. Which also means she is still right here whenever all the other flashy light stuff shows up.

Buttercup has posed:
Buttercup stays, as well, even if her table posse beats feet. Nobody with an accent wants to be here when the flashy lights arrive, even though Buttercup tries to assure them she knows they've done nothing wrong. Still, she stays and makes a report to the best of her ability, ending up out front of the place while the leaning crews tackle the inside. "You were really good in there," she ventures toward Foldy Papers. "Are you studying medicine or--" she trails off. "I'm Buttercup, by the way." INTROS.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Outside the windows, Vincent has the suspect pinned against one of the many cop cars that has showed up. He can be seen pointing a few fingers around to other officers before he walks away and heads back into the fast food place.

    Moving closer towards Buttercup and Miyako, the officer nods softly. "Nice work you two." Vince says, his eyes lingering on Miyako a bit more judgemental than anyone else but he tries to keep his prejudices behind his teeth.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore ahs, "I spend most of my time with firefighters and ambulance crews; I sleep at the stations. They say I am a good luck charm, and I always help them out. I'm Origami."

Seeing that the suspect is in custody, she gestures at the bird, which instantly shrinks back down to a crumpled origami figurine made out of paper and falls out of the sky into a random mud puddle in the area. That done, she offers a hand that resembles a hand-shaped sculpture of scar tissue to shake. "Good to meet you.."

Vincent Black has posed:
    "Origami." Vincent says with a frown as he steps out of the way of the stretcher as the teen manager is sent outside to the ambulance.

    Vincent moves to shake her hand and doesn't seem too bothered by her different physical nature. "I'm Detective Black." The cop says, flashing his badge towards the two of the women that really stepped up today and he then extends a card towards the two of them, "Do either of you know what happened here tonight? What caused all this?" He inquires.

Origami has posed:
Miyako Moore says, "Not me, I was just following a hunch by a firefighter at the station. She saw the lights from the bust earlier and thought something might happen.. I think you saw everything I did. Um.. My name is Miyako, but it doesn't tell anybody anything in a situation."