3371/Dunk your Donuts

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Dunk your Donuts
Date of Scene: 12 December 2017
Location: Gotham -- Mr. Donut franchise 4123
Synopsis: Donuts are the Answer, Chocolate is a Drug, and it's time to communicate with the team about PLANS.
Cast of Characters: Brick, 87, Kian t'Kaeh, Robin (Wayne)




Brick has posed:
Brick Marsten, Idol of 10,001 people as of his last video, has decided that it's far too stupid late at night, or early in the morning, whichever, to do anything dangerous to himself or others. He had a productive morning, having finished an experiment that provided some really INTERESTING particle breakdown numbers, but now he gets to document and show how to replicate that, before he'll be allowed to use the results to finish off his PhD in Physics (specialty subatomic particle engineering).

And now it's time to consume the snack whose energetic component surrounds its own void, the sweet, sugary glory that is the DONUT. And ... he just got some info back from Jess, but it's not useful yet and stay the hell away. Fine.

"I need friends to help me eat this box of three dozen donuts and a dozen donut holes," Brick says.

*PING* his best non-human friend says. That apparently means "so call some" because Brick is immediately opening a vidwindow call to both Kian and Vorpal -- since they're awake and not marked 'leave me the hell alone'. After a quick offer of food, apparently both of them are willing, and there is a quick and sudden double BOOM which is not actually that loud as booms go, and they are both deposited in the booth opposite him. Hopefully neither of them was in the shower.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"You have a very impatient box, you know." The Cheshire cat smirks. He's in compression shorts and a T-shirt, clealy in housewear, caught right before going to put on civilian clothing. He shrugs- ah well. "This food offering had better be good, Brickish one," he smirks, "And your treat."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Of course Kian was awake.  He usually is, mainly because he only sleeps to pass the time.  He lacks the physical need.  And he's dressed as he usually is -- kilt, sandals, and sleeveless shirt.  Truth be told, he doesn't actually need to eat either... but he likes to, now and again.
    Wings and donut shop booths don't really get along, though.  Fortunately, he's on the aisle side, and he falls out with an uncomfortable and awkward squawk -- no doubt to the amusement of several patrons.  He manages to wedge himself in sort of sideways, with his wings hanging out into the aisle just a little. "You could have picked a less cramped place," he complains, but only mildly.

Brick has posed:
"You are mistaken," Brick says, ignoring that he could have chosen a different store, because donuts!! and besides, it's kind of full here at this time of early day. "They don't have one. This is the most spacious booth."

*PingPING!*

"Yes, sorry, I'm being a brat. Sorry, Kian, I thought this would fit, but apparently you don't normally fold your wings that way."

Distraction required. Donuts! Distraction acquired.

"Do you like donuts? Either of you? Because I am on empty now and I need to eat a minimum of 1.5 dozen donuts."

They glisten with their coating of molten sugar, some with chocolate sprinkles, one with a strawberry impaled into it.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire narrows his eyes and looks at the offerings. He plucks a chocolate-glazed donut and examintes it. "This one will do just fine, I think." He looks over at Kian, "Bird, would you like more space? If I move you can stretch your legs."

He gives the donut an experimental lick, and then grins. "So what have you two been up to?"

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    "I think I will be okay like this," Kian says, though he does take up a *little* of the offered room.  "I have had these before," he continues, grabbing two of the sugariest-looking ones.  "They are very good.  What is that brown covering on yours?"
    He shrugs, and bites into one of his.  "I have been studying your language, mostly.  It is very odd, but I think I am getting used to it."

Brick has posed:
Brick is wielding a maple-bar chocolate-frost combo, possibly called a 'tiger tail' since it isn't a bear claw. He also has what amounts to a bucket of coffee which may be taller than he is, and only about a third of the coffee is heavy cream. He shivers a bit, and swigs down some of the coffee before engulfing half the tiger tail.

"Which language?"

*PING*

"Oh right. I synthesized four new subatomic particles but I haven't quite proven it yet. So by next April I should be Doctor Doctor Marsten."

He inhales more coffee steam. Apparently, opening the boom toobs cost him more energy than he realized.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Doctor? Nice. So you can *totally* treat us for donuts, on that Doctor pay you're going to get in the future." The cheshire grins, and grabs another chocolate donut and thrusts it at Kian. "Here you go, tweety... it's called Chocolate. Go on... give it a nip."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    "Engliss," Kian answers, taking the chocolate covered sugar bomb from Vorpal.  Judging by his accent, it's still a work in progress.
    He takes a bite and... pupils dilate.  Feathers fuff out.  He genuinely stops in mid-bite, and the only noise he makes is something like a whimper.

Brick has posed:
"I'm not a medical doctor," Brick growls around another tiger tail. His skin momentarily looks waxy and pale, but then the two donuts he ate before booming the two accessories after the feast begin to digest and he starts warming up. This is good. Forgetting to eat is bad.

*PING* *PING* *PING* an insistent Maire Boit pings.

"Vorpal, why is Kian beginning to hallucinate? Kian, are you all right?"

This is completely going to throw off his attempt to bring the team up to date on what Jess has discovered, even though it's currently "nothing and keep your clumsy noses out of it".

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The guy from behind the counter makes his way over to the booth, with a plate of fresh donuts it seems. "You fellas from around here?" He asks in a grizzled voice, smiling to everyone. For all intents and purposes, this was the same guy who had delivered Brick's original donuts.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"I'm from Wonderland, originally!" Vorpal answers the donut man, and then looks at Kian. He frowns.

"I do believe he's experiencing his first choco-gasm, Brick... I should probably stay clear, just in case..."

He slides under the table and pops up on the seat next to Brick's. "You never know how a bird-man will react to spiritual enlightenment through chocolate..."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kian barely registers the question.  His feathers smooth, then he shudders once, violently, feathers all fluffed out again.  With an effort, he puts the chocolate glazed donut down.  "That," he says in a slightly strangulated voice, "is a *drug*."
    He slides it to one side -- though still within reach.  "Here... what?  From here?  No," he says awkwardly, still trying to get his bearings.

Brick has posed:
*ping*ping*ping*ping* -- Brick holds his left hand up flat towards the SpaceBird, as Maire Boit decides that she needs a better scan. He sighs and (arm held immobile for the scan) takes a fresh donut from the plate that SOMEONE just brought. An ordinary cake donut. It's delicious.

"Vorpal? Never do that again please. Surprise food intolerances are not good for alien birds."

"Can I have my hand back?"

*PING*

"Good to know."

Brick ... after another 4 seconds that feels like 4 minutes ... is once again in control of his hand.

"He'll live."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Wonderland, huh?" The older man says. "That the place over by Bludhaven?" A pursing of the lips and the mustache above it. "Is this how you treat friends?" A shift to Robin's own voice "Hop them up on sugar when they are obviously not used to the same amount of gratuitous Mount Everest of blood sugar that you Americans are accustomed to?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire cat smirks, and raises an eyebrow. "Well well well, look who's coming to dinner," he says, recognizing that voice. He looks from 'the man' to Kian, and then back to 'the man.' "Hey, can you blame me? How was I supposed to know the alien had never had chocolate before? What kind of backwater planet doesn't have chocolate?" he asks, playfully.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    "Sugar is a problem," Kian says, his voice becoming more normal, "when there isn't enough of it."  He picks up one of the non-chocolate doughnuts he'd selected earlier and devours it quickly.  Feathers smooth, breathing returns to normal.  "If we ever find my homeworld, nnh.  I could get adopted into the Imperial family for importing tcho-ko-lat.  I don't think I'm injured.  But it has a... profound effect."  He grins across the table at Vorpal.  "I... thank you for introducing me to it."  His eyes are still a *little* dilated, but he's coming down at least.

Brick has posed:
"I'm going to slip catnip into your kibble," Brick says casually in Vorpal's direction, then turns to Kian. "The theobromine and andandamide are the primary problem chemicals. They seem to act a bit more abruptly in your brain than in mine. Of course, they don't cause problems for the cat boy because he's got no brain to mess with."

He puts a plain, chocolate free donut hole in front of Kian as an apology, and then eats another tiger-tail from the stack he's reserved for himself.

"I don't have a normal metabolism, Mr. Donut, and this will not hurt me, but I figured they'd be able to eat one or two because they're allegedly mature adults, without going into blood sugar insanity."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Mr. Donut gives the Cheshire a side-eye. "You know, I once assassinated a man with insulin shock. It's not pretty."

  Making the 'I'm watching you gesture to the group, the Robin in disguise picks up the empty plate now, taking it back behind the counter.

  Soon however, the man is gone, well, at least the real Mr. Donut comes back, Robin however, has retreated back to patrol.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"He is ... so weird," the cat mutters, watching Robin retreat. And then he narrows his eyes and gives Brick's shoulder a light punch. "No brain? Why, I oughta. If you weren't cute, I probably would have thrown something at you." He smirks, and reaches for another donut. "And if you hadn't brought me tribute. Kian, have you come down from cloud thirteen already, or do we need to give you some sort of shock?"

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kian goes through the non-chocolate doughnut hole in two bites.  "Thank you, no, I think I'm all right.  That was an unexpected reaction.  A lovely one, though.  I will have to be careful with that in the future."
    He nods at Brick.  "I don't know what those chemicals are.  I can only assume they are not in the foods on my world.  The effect was intense but," he says with a silly smile, "not unpleasant."

Brick has posed:
The extra, added sugar replenishing his body's glucose, thus restoring the glycogen stores in his cells, and that fuels his alternative metabolism; he begins to glow, if you happen to be able to see in ultraviolet. It's not bright, so nobody is likely to get sunburned.

"Well, this has been illuminating. And I brought you to the tribute."

He takes another swig out of the deep well of coffee.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire raises an eyebrow. "Wait. You brought me *to* the tribute? Am I to be sacrificed or something?" Vorpal rolls his eyes and grabs a donut, WITHOUT chocolate, and tosses it playfully at Kian. "Here, try something without happy juice, we can't have you tripping balls all the time..."

He looks around. "Do you think Angry Bird is still around here, lurking to see how he surprises us next, or has he gone to prance around rooftops?"

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kian catches it -- he seems capable of inhaling pastry at an alarming rate, although you'd never know it to look at him.  "Yes, he brought you to it," Kian says, gesturing at the boxes with the remaining half of the doughnut Vorpla had just tossed him.  "Or is this another idiom I don't understand?"  And now it's gone too.
    He sneaks himself a much smaller bite of the chocolate one, and shivers.  "Wow."

Brick has posed:
Brick is looking MUCH better than he did earlier. SO much better. He also seems to be more alert, as he snorts when Kian sneaks a smaller bit of chocolate.

"Be careful with that stuff," Brick says. "We wouldn't want you to be too stoned when we sacrifice the cat to the donut king."

He subvocalizes a question: "Is Robin actually lurking around somewhere? Can you tell me?"

*PING* ... Which is to say, "No" in the directive mode, "No, I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

*PING* ... you need to build up your own senses.

Of course at the moment, he can't actually DO that because, well, he's only begun recuperating his zero power.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal smiks and leans over to lean against Brick, giving him a skeptical look. "You can't sacrifice me. I'm practically the heart of this team." Well... the team that they WEREN'T so far, at least officially. But he didn't let that stop him. "If you sacrifice me, you'll have no glue that holds you together and you'll end up in an alternate future episode looking at sorry, remorseful versions of yourselves. And it'd be so cliche..." He hugs Brick's arm and gives him a grin, "I dare you to sacrifice me before I've even had my Very Special Episode... right, Kian?"

Of course, he's aware that none of what he is saying probably makes sense to Kian. Is Earth the only planet to have creted television and serials?

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kian grins at Brick.  "I learned my lesson.  Big bites are for special circumstances.  Little bites are for acclimation.  And a controllable rush."
    He blinks at Vorpal, listens intently, and considers.  "I... have no idea what you're talking about," he says blankly.  "If it is any consolation, I am getting used to not knowing what you're talking about..."

Brick has posed:
"This could be your very special episode now, you know," Brick says around a bit of bear claw. He's no longer feeling like he's dying and needs his friends to keep him anchored, but he won't be too upset about the company now that it's here. He looks up at Vorpal.

"Yeah, yeah, cliche. OK, let's get into the reality here. We spent the week after running into that alien supply depot raid, trying to find anything, but the cops got everything they were able to well before we were moved to take action. The thing is, all the people who would have been buying? Gone. So this means ... do we give Angel Investigations another week or two, or do we bring in someone else?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Are you really going to tell Miss Jones that she wasn't up to par? I don't think so. I think she can get our info. But we should also beat the bush and see what rats scurry out. Consider it... helping a little?" Vorpal may have gotten a little too touchy feely, considering he's basically leaning against Brick, head resting practically on the guy's shoulder. But a little lower, because the cat is quite short. He reaches for another donut.

"What do you think, Kian?"

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    "I think I'm not doing much better when it comes to following you," Kian says.  "But I like helping people, so I would say that is a good thing."

Brick has posed:
"Well," Brick says, "If this is what we're doing then we need to do our researches somewhere else than in the area Miss Jones is working. Miami or Texas or something."

Because he isn't interested in figuring out if she can HURT him, and Brick is invulnerable when he thinks about it. He uses the hand that isn't covered with sugar to scritch gently on the shoulder of the cat, because that's what you do with cats, right? He's eating more donuts because he's only up to 3400 Calories and he needs at least 2000 more to make up for the two-day process.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Sounds like a plan. Want to set it up as a meeting point on Wednesday? I can take us to Miami in a snap. Without the loudness." He smirks and nuzzles the scritching hand because that's what cats do, right? "And Kian hasn't had a chance to see palm trees yet. I bet you he's going to go cuckoo for coconuts."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kian blinks at Vorpal again.  "One day you're going to say a sentence I understand all of.  And on that day, I will begin to fear for my sanity.  I know what trees and nuts are, but not palm trees and coco-nuts.  But if it's warm there, I will *definitely* want to go."

Brick has posed:
"Then we meet here on Wednesday at 10AM, unless you have a better time."

Brick is quite happy to mess with his advisor, who thinks he won't be done by then and that he'll be stuck here for her to do the inquisitor-general about his techniques. But no.