3375/Dive Bars in Brooklyn

Dive Bars in Brooklyn
Date of Scene:	12 December 2017
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Laurel and Bombshell bond over hockey and putting Lar through a building.
Cast of Characters:	Bombshell, Andromeda

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Bombshell has posed:
Mutant town in Bushwick is probably tbe best place to go if you don't want to be singled out for being different. Everyone is different. Or if you're wanting to get to know some of the metahuman or mutant population here in this time, or on this world. There's a bar that's not really a bar. It's taken over the bottom floor of a run down tennement building that still has places for people to stay, but the bottom floor has had most of it's non load bearing walls knocked down and plays host to a night life spot for Mutant Town. Part bar, part sort of night club and part gathering spot. Bombshell is there, sitting at a table not too far from the entrance, kicked back and talking to a couple of guys. Both a little older, grizzled looking. Classic look of ex military. She's got a half empty beer in hand, and they've knocked out a couple each, empties on the table. Of course table is stretching it. It's a hunk of plywood braced across some stacked up crates. The same creates are spaced around it for seats. The bar area is pretty full. Music plays over near the dance floor where the ancient glue down carpet was ripped up to expose bare concrete, and there are people sitting around at the various tables and chairs hanging out. Bombshell has positioned herself midway between the door and the bar. Easy to get more booze, just as easy to make an escape if things go south. Which isn't uncommon.

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel is almost painfully green. Eerything about her screams that she doesn't belong. First of all, she's nicely dressed. Slacks, a pale blue blouse, glimmering green eyes that show absolutely no concern for her surroundings or suspicion at the way certain people cozy up to her the moment she enters. She's tall, shapely, and arguably flawless. That isn't something that is unheard of among mutants but it's remarkable enough that people sit up and take notice. One such person is with the blonde now. She smilews brightly at the young man opposite her with his gang tattoos, cropped black hair, single diamond earring, and self-satisfied grin.

"Oh, a drink? I... Thank you," Laurel begins in a shy voice. There's another hint this painfully green surprise supermodel must be from another planet. She's willingly walked into the bar and now she's staring at everyone around her like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. She nods slowly and accepts the beer from the man who smirks at one of his buddies who is standing just to the left of the table Laurel is seated at.

"You know," the guy starts. "If you're uncomfortable our place isn't far. We could relax for a little bit?"

"No thank you. Like I said I'm new around here. I should probably head back to my Uncle's after we're done..." Laurel doesn't notice the guy slip anything into her drink. She's set it on the table beside her and left it completely unattended without a care in the world.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell is not poorly dressed, but she's definitely not dressed up. A pair of worn jeans tucked into scuffed up combat boots. A tank top with a leather jacket over it, and a short beanie pulled over her metallic hair helping to cover up at least some of the shine off of her chrome skin. "But anyway if you guys hear anyth..." She pauses peering over at the blonde and the boys taking interest in her. "What is a girl like that doing here?" She asks in a confused tone, her silver features scrunching together as she peers. Then she sees the guy slip something into her beer and she lets out a low sigh. "If you guys find out anything let me know yeah?" She glances to them, then sighs and pushes up out of her seat, drains the remainder of her beer and starts walking in the direction of Laurel and the guys that are leering at her. "Hey Ronnie. Do you remember what I told you last time I saw you try to drug a girl?" The guy looks up and coughs. "Something about breaking my face?" Bombshell's head nods forwards slowly several times, like a grownup who's caught a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. "Yeah. Exactly that. That I'd break your damn face. Now, do you want to pick up that drugged drink and buy the girl another without anything in it?" The man nods slowly and Bombshell flashes him a wide smile with no mirth in it at all. "Good boy." She waits until he's put in an order for another drink and then paid for it before turning back, and he catches a fist in the face that sends him sailing through the bottom floor of the building. He bounces off one of the load bearing walls and settles on the ground with a groan and a broken face. "Don't worry, he'll heal. It's what he does." This to Laurel. "He was gonna drug yah." She says like Laurel should know what that would entail.

Andromeda has posed:
"...I see," Laurel responds slowly, arching a brow as she does. Her eyes follow Ronnie toward the wall and she winces faintly before slowly shaking her head. Finally Laurel is studying Bombshell herself from head to toe. "He seemed so nice," she comments in an almost rueful voice. Laurel does not seem concerned in the slightest that someone just tried ruffie her three minutes after walking into the bar. It doesn't speak especially highly of her intuition either that she didn't notice how irredeemably sleezy Ronnie actually was. Most newcomers give him a wide berth.

"Thank you," the girl states somewhat gravely. "my name is Laurel. You- didn't need to hurt him," she adds slowly. Now the young woman is frowning faintly, her gaze dropping to the new drink. Laurel picks it up and takes a long sip. "You're sure he'll be alright."

Bombshell has posed:
"Well, if he didn't seem nice you wouldn't be likely to turn your back and..." She picks the drink up, swirling the glass, the last bit of the pill he dropped in breaking up and swirling into the drink as she does so. "Drop that into your drink. Stupid really, in a place like this. With the number of boosted metabolisms and immunities amongst mtuant and meta kind? Stupid as hell. But what do you want? Seedy bars are seedy bars the world over." Bombshell shrugs her shoulders and walks over to the bar, handing the drugged drink over and taking the fresh one, handing that off to Laurel.

"You're uhh not from around here huh?" Bombshell asks, quirking one silvered brow upwards, amusement curling the corners of her mouth into a smile. "Bombshell. Nice to meet yah Laurel. And yeah, I really did. Or he'll do it again next time. He will probably do it again next time anyway and just hope no one is watching, but maybe he'll think twice about it. And yeah, he'll be fine. He got worse a couple weeks ago when he was cheating at cards. I come around a lot. I don't live too far from here so it tends to be where I come when I want a drink." That and she's underage.

Andromeda has posed:
"Oh. Well, that makes sense." Laurel may be alien to this place but she's apparently not entirely lacking in common sense. "It's too bad, I guess." She watches as Bombshell disposes of the drugged drink. She shrugs her shoulders lightly and takes a long draught of it. A moment later she grimaces. "That tastes terrible.," she notes before slowly shaking her head. "...Bombshell. Pleased to meet you. No, Im not from anywhere around here. I'm just in the area for now, so..." She shrugs slowly. "It's always this - lively?"

Bombshell has posed:
"Oh that depends entirely on where you go. Around here? Yeah it's pretty lively. But you go somewhere like metropolis? It's a lot more low key. A lot of happier and more upbeat people. But around here? Or Gotham? This is pretty much every day in paradise." She snorts and shrugs her jacket clad shoulders. "It is too bad. But some people just don't learn like they should. I'm not the heroing type but I can't ignore stuff when it happens right in front of me." She barks out a quick laugh at the comment on the drink. "Yeah girl it would. This isn't an upscale place. This is street level. That's probably the cheapeast vodka on the market. Tastes like it too." She herself holds her hand out for another beer. The bartender tosses it to her and she snatches it, then twists the cap off with a soft squeal of metal on metal as the cap catches against her skin. "So what brought you in here of all places?" She asks as she takes a pull of of the beer in her hand.

Andromeda has posed:
"I guess I just... Wanted to see it for myself," Laurel responds quietly. She glances down at the vodka and nods slowly before taking another sip. "I almost mistook it for window cleaner but they usually try to give that a pleasant scent," Laurel muses then. She bites her bottom lip for a second. "I guess I just feel less out of place here. Not there's any less staring going on." She glances around the room briefly before looking back to Bombshell. "So you're... Made out of metal?" She asks, reaching up to brush a stray wavy blonde tress away from her face.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell tips her head a couple times in a slow nod at the mention of seeing things for herself. "I get it. I do. I'm a hands on sort of girl myself to be honest. I don't take other's word for it and I dont' really like to let other people handle things for me. And when I go somewhere new I want to go learn the place for myself as well." There's a hard snort from the silver skinned woman. "Window cleaner is right. Stuff tastes like crap. But it does the job, for most people at least. Works for me though. I don't have any kind of boosted metabolism. So I can get drunk." She takes another pull off of her beer for emphasis.

"Nah, not made out of metal. Just coated in it. Like a second skin bonded to my skin. I can take it off if I want to. I just don't. Far as I know I'm invulnerable while it's up, so... not much point in taking it down yah know? When it's down I can be hurt, when it's up I can't." Her shoulders lift in another shrug, a wide grin flashed at Laurel. "But it coats and it acts like skin, so it makes me look like I'm made of metal. I'm... different. Wasn't born with my powers. Was... given them." She makes a little face, then finishes her beer with another long pull off of it, putting the empty down on the bar.

Andromeda has posed:
"I was born with my powers, I guess, I just didn't know until I was a little olde.r" Laurel eyes the vodka and hten shrugs dismissively. "I wanted to try it so I'd know for sure but it doesn't look like htis has any effect on me at all." She shrugs then and proceeds to knock back the entire glass. "I'm pretty sure the durgs weren't going to do anything either, to be honest..." She seems more idly curious about that point rather than concerned. Describing her resistance toe chemicals might go a fair way toward epxalining it, of course.

"A second skin...? That's pretty interesting. It's something you were given? Like an experiemnt or - somthing..." Laurel starts briefly and hten flahses a quick, perfect smile. One that speaks highly of her dental hygiene and even better of her dental hygienist. "Forgive me for asking so many questions? Anyway, I... Just wanted to feel it for myself. So are you drinking for a particular reason...?"

Bombshell has posed:
"Oh... the drug wouldn't have affected you?" Bombshell seems to consider this for a few moments, features going throughtful as she thinks about that. "I guess I didn't need to hit him then." She mumbles thoughtfully, then shrugs a little bit. "He probably deserved it for something else he did anyway. But... yeah I guess I didn't need to break his face. Now I have to buy him a beer next time I see him. Damnit." She grumbles and then nods her head. "Yeah, like an experiment. Military project called Project Quantum. They were trying to recreate what happened to Captain Atom. They wanted people for special missions. Suicide missions really, where they wouldn't lose their asset. So they wanted someone super strong and super durable. Captain Atom is those things and a lot more. So they tried to duplicate him. Got it mostly right but it was a mess of an operation." Her shoulders lift in yet another shrug, her hands tucking into the pockets of her black leather half jacket. "Nah. Questions are fine. Most people don't ask them. They think other people won't talk. But then... a lot of people with powers have tragic histories that they don't really feel like talking about so I guess there's a precedent."

Bombshell looks around the bar a little bit, then makes a face. "You hungry? There's a great pizza place a couple blocks away. Good stuff. Been showing a lot of people around here lately. Had some guy that was new to town. Showed him all the local foods. Then I had to whip his ass when he tried to steal kryptonite in front of me. But he still seems like a cool guy. He was just desperate. Something about a serum made by Braniac. Not sure why he'd want anything made by Braniac but hey."

Andromeda has posed:
"I don't know. He htought it would. Still worth taking care of the problem," Laurel observes in a mercenary way which might seem a bit cold compared to how she was behaving otherwise. It could be a trick of the mind, howevr, and the sentiment is quickly dispelled by another of those brilliant smiles. Laurel takes a deep breath and then nods slowly, tilting her head slightly as she does so. "I'm just - lucky, as far as that goes. But yeah. Poisons and all of that don't seem to really do much to me..."

Laurel startst o fidget slightly buut then the subject changes to pizza. The blonde finds herself nodding quickly, already coming back to her feet as she does. "...Trying to steal kryptonite? That just sounds strange," Laurel adds, perhaps a bit too quickly. "Pizza sounds great! Thank you."

Bombshell has posed:
"I'm more of a live and let live person personally. Unless crap is going down in front of me, or I know that stuff people are doing is going to affect people. I mean... if someone robs a jewelry store... I'm going to let the cops handle it. I'll probably do more damage trying to handle it than the jewels were worth. But if someone takes a family hostage... that I'm going to get involved in. Can't put a price tag on life." Her shoulders shrug a little. "So if he was just being a creep that's none of my business. But trying to drug girls? I make it my business." Bombshell raises a brow at Laurel as she says pizza sounds great. "So... you're not from around here, but you know pizza. Sure, I'll roll with it. Gino's pizza. Not far from here. We'll go grab some slices and you can tell me what brought you to New York City. And yeah, he was trying to steal kryptonite. Only reason I can think of someone would do that is if they're trying to take down Big Blue or his cousin. But he said he needed it for some serum. Dunno. I tried to get him to talk and explain it, but he just threatened to hurt me if I didn't get out of his way, so I... demolished a building. With his face."

Andromeda has posed:
"So, you did the right thing then. He's trying to drug girls. He just picked the one girl nearby who wasn't going to keel over. I guess." Laurel listens to Bombshell's story about the guy who was after the Kryptonite with a careful intensity. Either she's the world's best listener or this is ringing bells of some kind . Maybe she's interested in Superman for some reason. Maybe she's secretly a minion of Darkseid preparing ofr his return. You neverk now. "Okay... Gino's. Got it. And what brought me to New York City? I just- needed something new, I guess. I can't go back home. This seemed like the place to be. I've hard a lot about it but I've never - seen it. Before. So..." Laurel gives a slight shrug of her shoulders. "You put him through a building? So you're, like, *really* strong then. He didn't get hurt?"

Bombshell has posed:
"Well, I had to hit him a few more times to knock him out, but yeah. It hurt him. Just not like... bad. He was like... backwards Kryptonian. Kryptonite was gonna help him live and be stronger. But he stole it, and hurt a guard real bad. I offered to take him to Reed Richards to help him get fixed up. Said if anyone could help him make more of his serum it'd be Reed. He's as smart as Superman is strong. But yeah, put him through a building. Then through more of the same building after it fell on us. Well some of it fell on us. Then some magic wielding girl showed up and fixed it up like we'd never even been there. Was kinda cool. And yeah. I'm strong. Captain Atom dukes it out with Superman's enemies so I'd guess I'm at least mostly as strong as him. We get our powers from the same source. I dunno. Haven't really tried to take on Doomsday or anything. Don't... don't really want to honestly. I don't feel like getting killed. Still pretty young and all." She starts to walk down the street at a slow pace, boots scuffing on the concrete.

"Soooo uhhh you know the guy I'm talking about? You seem to have a keen interest in it. He's not a bad guy. He was pretty cool the first time we met. Just the second time he seemed to be off his rocker. And I don't think I broke any bones or did any permanent harm, just put his ass down so we could return the kryptonite and get him some help."

Andromeda has posed:
"What? No. I mean, um. Kind of?" Laurel takes a deep breath and holds it for a second. "I'm trying to figure out what was going on. This all sounds pretty crazy an I'm trying to make sense of it all." Laurel's expression is actually intensely serious. She nods gravely at some of the points mad. "Better not to try to do anything like that if you can help it. Still... I feel safer with you out there anyway. You stepped in for me when it counted. Thanks." That's genuine as well, and soon is accompanied by one of those radiant smiles. Someone spent a lot of time and effort perfecting this girl's features. It becomes more noticeable after spending some time with her.

"You said youcan turn those powers off, too? If you wanted to actually feel human, I mean." Laurel pauses for a second. "This is all pretty interesting. New York is more impressive than I gave it credit for. Now for the pizza. Okay. So you don't really want to be a hero. That's fine. But why did they give *you* those powers anyway?"

Bombshell has posed:
"I'm not human. Not anymore. And I'm not sure I want to feel human. Not after everything that has happened. But I don't have any driving desire to be normal either so I guess it's moot. But yes, if I wanted to I can look human. I lose the durability but not the strength. That comes from being tapped into the Quantum field. I think. I just know I'm always strong now. Not just when I have my skin on. But it doesn't require me to actively tap into the quantum field? So I'm honestly not really sure where my strength comes from. Could also just be a mutation from the radiation and stuff I was exposed to during the experiment."

Bombshell walks along, pausing to kick a loose rock on the sidewalk. She winces as it goes sailing through the air and hits a dumpster, putting a dent in the dumpster. "Errrr yeah. SOmetimes I forget that I'm super strong and shouldn't kick things. Like rocks. When I'm walking around a crowded city." The silver skinned woman is quiet for a bit as she walks, for actually most of a city block. "I was trouble when I was a kid. Not that I'm much older now but... it feels like a lifetime ago. My Dad was military... so I think I got the offer cuz he was in the militar. But I doubt he'd have okayed it if he knew what the project was. I got the option of hard time, or join this military project trying to create heroes. Military weapons really to carry out missions no one else could. Only... the military wasn't always the one giving me missions. Part of the project went rogue and had me doing missions I didn't like. When I finally said no and refused it went south. Hard. I"ve actually been trying to hunt down people involved in the project to find out what the hell was going on."

Andromeda has posed:
"And you're completely open about your secret?" Laurel asks curiously, reaching up to draw her fingers through her blonde tresses one more time. "I would've thought..." then she shrugs, apparently finding the point sufficiently unimportant that she can discard it. She seems to be considering something carefully as they continue to walk. Green eyes study the road ahead and occasionally shift to Bombshell and then back, taking in everything around her at once. Finally Laurel seems to come to a decision.

That guy who was trying to steal the kryptonite... Is kind of my Uncle. I'm sorry. He was injured or- something, and he wasn't himself at all that day. He's getting better." Laurel finally makes this admission in a voice that isn't quite a whisper. "I know how it feels trying to resist kicking things or - touching things. I've been like that since I was a little kid. it gets easier with practice, I guess, but Ifeel like I've been spending my whole life dancing on spun sugar or... Something." Laurel pauses for a second. "I don't normally shake hands," she adds, referencing their initial meeting.

"So... Pizza. We can get to know eachother a bit more, maybe."

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell shakes her head to the question about whether she's completely open. "I'm not. At all. But I also don't hide it either. If people ask and I think they're good people I will tell them. But most people don't ask, and of the ones that do some of them aren't good people." Bombshell's shoulders lift in a half roll, a rustle of leather accompanying the motion. She stops outside of an old italian pizzareia, and the scent of baking bread, garlic and cheese is strong even outside in the cold air. "Come on." She doesn't cross the street, she hops up and over it with a quick burst of flight, setting down on the other side, then pauses and looks back, waiting for Laurel to cross the street.

Once they're inside the restraunt Bombshell will pull her beanie off her head, stuffing it in a pocket and ruffling her hair to loosen it up. It's cut shortish, only three or four inches long. "YOur Uncle? He so did not look old enough to be your Uncle. But this is a strange strange world. So I'll buy it. And why are you sorry? You're not responsible for anyone's actions but your own Laurel. "Well, you don't have to worry about being careful around me. I mean... furniture and stuff. Surroundings sure. But I'm not made of glass like everything around us seems to be." She flashes Laurel a wide grin, all silver metallic teeth though, not big pearly whites, and she steps up to the counter. "Hey Gino. Got someone new with me. I'll just take two cheese slices. "What about you?" She asks, looking over her shoulder at Laurel. "Cheese is my favorite, though everything else is great too. Sometimes he'll make cheese with green olives if I ask him really nicely." She jerks her thumb at Laurel. "Two of whatever she's having, and two drinks. Thanks Gino." She fishes into her pocket and pulls out some crumpled bills, sorting through them and paying the man for the food.

Andromeda has posed:
"Cheese works for me," Laurel replies. She stares at Gino with wide eyes then looks over at the woman beside her. Laurel is *tall*, something that is reinforced when they step back into fairly close quarters with other people. She moves gracefully at least, nimbly avoiding bumping anyone or anything. It's no wonder that the blonde is so worried about such things given the revelation she's just offered. "And, well. He wasn't himself. I should've been here to help him instead of..." She shrugs helplessly.

"Anyway, it's under control now." When the food is paid for Laurel makes her way toward a nearby table. The smile is reflected back. Pearly whites, yes. No metallic skin here. "I'll still be careful with you, um. Just in case. But that's good to know." With this Laurel slides into a seat. "So since you don't want to have to save the day what DO you get up to when you're not rescuing damsels in distress?"

Bombshell has posed:
"Again. You really can't aplogize for other people's actions. Not like you made him nearly kill a security guard and obliterate half a museum while stealing a kryptonite rock. Instead of ... asking someone for help. Pretty sure you didn't force him to do that. Pretty sure he did that all on his own. I know. I was standing right there." She puffs out a cheek, then lets the breath out and smiles. "Honestly, relax. I don't hold Superman responsible for Zod's attacks. Well, they're not family admittedly, but my point stands damnit." She looks up as Gino passes over four paper plates with huge slices of cheese pizza on them. She hands two to Laurel, takes two herself, and grabs one of the two cups on the counter. "Other one is yours." The pizza is taken to a table before she goes and gets herself a big cup of Coke, then brings it back to the table and takes a seat, settling into it carefully.

"Honestly I'm not sure you even /can/ break me. I would really rather not put that to the test mind you. But I'm not sure you can. Assuming that you're as strong as your uncle would be if he were at full strength, which is I'm gonna guess similar to a kryptonian... well ... I dunno. I don't know if Big Blue and Captain Atom have ever gone at it. And that's also assuming that I'm at a similar level to him and Major Force. Which I might not be. Never tested my abilities. Not really. So maybe you could crack me open. I would rather we didn't play break the Bombshell though if it's all the same." She flashes another grin, then attacks a slice of pizza.

Andromeda has posed:
"...Pretty much exactly as strong as a Kryptonian," Laurel admits quietly. "I'd rather not test that one either. Let's just stay friends ad keep eating pizza." Laurel is on the verge of giggling for a moment, and then she's nodding and folding a slice of pizza in half to take a huge bite of it. She chews thoroughl yand swallows before beginning to speak. "Anyway," the blonde continues. "YNow you have to show me around. I have no idea what I'm doing here. I am still trying to figure out what half of the traffic signs mean. I don't know anything about New York."

Now Laurel really is laughing softly. She settles back in her seat and glances up oward the ceiling. "This place keeps getting weirder and weirder," she muses then. "But it doesn't seem like such a bad thing so far."

Bombshell has posed:
"It's New York. Traffice signs are more of a suggestion than actual rules. You see a sign, you think about obeying it, and if you see a cop you obey it. If you don't? Eh." Bombshell's shoulders lift and drop in another shrug, her mouth half full of pizza as she talks, though she at least covers her mouth with her hand when she's talking. She washes down the pizza with some of her drink and then sits back a bit, pondering. "I can show you around though. I sorta showed your Uncle around a bit too. He was a lot more confused abotu it all. You're taking it in better. We'll have to go by Central park and get some hot dogs. One of the best vendors in the city sets up there. And go see some sights and stuff. Also... if you're... well nevermind. Your kind of power you're probably not worried about getting mugged. Was gonna say you should get some clothes that blend a bit better if we're going to be running around New York."

"Sister, weird we got. It's normal that's in short supply around here. Especially in the recent past. Ever since super heroes and mutants and metahumans started coming out of the woodwork it's been complete chaos. Things are starting to sorta kinda settle down. I mean not... settle settle. But normalize. At a whole new crazy off the wall level of normal. But Big Blue and the Justice League... the Avengers. Groups like that are bringing things back under control."

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel nods at the mention of restoring normalcy. "Back home that's what I did. Try to normalize things. I think I... Might do something like that here too. Maybe. Honestly, I'm just as happy to see the Justice League and everyone take care of things so I can take a breath. I started when I was just a kid. Someone had to. Now..." She shrugs slowly. "Don't tell anyone I said that?"

More pizza disappears into Laurel's motuh. She has quite the appetite, which might make sense given she's just professed to being able to lob an aircraft carrier into high orbit from a standing position. "I can find new clothes if it'll help. I don't mind. I trust your judgment. Not that eithero ne of use reall yneeds to worry about normal muggers, it sounds like."

Bombshell has posed:
"Hey, this is girl talk time. Not tell everyone what Laurel thinks and feels in her intimate moments time." Bombshell offers the other woman what she hopes is a reassuring smile. "Sides, who would I tell? Most of my friends are drunk washed up heroes, or kids who want to be heroes." She snorts and rolls her eyes, which really just makes them glimmer weirdly since the motion of eye rolling is hard to see since all of her eyes are silver. "I understand. Sometimes I feel like I should be doing more with my abilities. But then I remember the crap I've already done. I... killed people. I thought I was taking orders from the military and that the missions were vital critical missions. But I questioned them then, and I should have said no then. So who's to say that if I did decide to go super heroing I wouldn't screw up and make the wrong decision and get people killed? Or that whoever is calling the shots for sure has everyone else in mind when calling them and not a selfish agenda that we don't know about? It's... yeah."

The silver skinned woman goes back to nomming her way through her slice of pizza, finishing off the first and starting on the second before she speaks again. "Gino! Bring the rest of that pie would yah?" She fishes more money out of her pocket and holds it up for him to see that she can pay for the food. "It'll help keep you from standing out. But then... I'm silver so I guess I can't really talk? I stand out. A lot." SHe puffs out her cheeks, takes a few sips of her coak before she shrugs her way out of her jacket, letting it slump backwards over the back of the chair. Under the jacket she was wearing a simple black tank top with a red sort of starburst pattern on the chest. "But yeah, we can go see the sights. And not do the super heroing thing. I mean, unless something happens right there and stuff. Hard to ignore then. Or we could convince Wonder Woman to join us and we could form the lady justice league." She smirks, then snickers softly and shakes her head. "Yeah..."

Andromeda has posed:
"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," Laurel responds in reference to the suggestion of recruiting Wonder Woman. "But right now we can focus on eating the rest of this pizza and figure out where we want to go next." Laurel's loosened up quite a bit. That smile hasn't dimmed since she finallly got her 'secret' off her chest. Her food rapidly vanshes. However, there is more on the way. All told it doesn't take the two young women long to demolish their entire meal.

Bombshell has posed:
Pizza has been wolfed down, along with a whole lot of soda on Bomshell's part to wash the pizza down. Enough that she felt obligated to pay Gino for another drink for herself, and then they're on their way out. "Sooo can you fly? If you can fly we'll totally need to hit Chicago sometime to get Chicago pizza. I... I like to eat. You can tell a lot about a place by it's local foods. But we should go see the statue of liberty. I'm sure you've seen her from afar, but there's a lot of story behind that. Or the Empire state building. Built before modern cranes and stuff. The way they got it put together is pretty incredible. No super strength or anything. Just good old fashioned manpower." She pauses, glancing over with a quick grin. "New York is a city with a lot of stories for only being around for a few centuries. A lot of character and a lot of life." She ponders where to go, then glances over a moment. "So the serum your Uncle needs... do you need it too? Do I need to help find a secure source of it?"

Andromeda has posed:
"We've got it under control so far, i think. I'll let you knwo if that changes but things seem to be pretty good so far." Laurel is taking a deep breath now and she comes to her feet to follow aftr Bombshell wit hher hands behind her. The young woman laces her fingers together, drawing herself to a military posture that only serves to emphasize her height. "That's incredible. I mean, it's easy to take some of the htings I can do for granted but people have accomplished so much I'm not even sure I can manage just by working together. It gives me hope or the world, I guess. Humansdo get better at coexisting as time goes on too." She seems to be fairly certain of this for whatever reason. "And I can definitely fly. Don't worry. Chicago for pizza it is. I, um." She flushes faintly before contining with, "I love to eat. We could tour the world and eat everywhere I'd be pretty happy with it. So... It's a date. Whenever you like."

Bombshell has posed:
"Okay. I left him with a magic worker chick. She was fixing buildings and people. She said she could help him purge the lead from his system and what not. I don't know what that means. Or why he'd have a ton of lead in his system. But good. Glad to know he's doing better. He seemed like a nice guy the first time around. And even the second time he was apologizing for breaking stuff and hurting people." Bombshell makes a little face, then pops her shoulders up in one of her near constant shrugs. "Dunno. Haven't gotten to know him yet. But he seemed like good people." The silver skinned woman glances over her shoulder, streetlights glimmering on her skin as she does so. "Well, I sure hope so. Either we'll learn to work together or we'll wipe ourselves out. I really hope it's the first one. But the second one seems most likely in my opinion. Especially with so many people with powers now."

There's a quick laugh from Bombshell when Laurel agrees with the loving to eat bit. "Helps when you have a superhuman metabolism. I don't, but I do work out a lot and keep myself in shape. And using my powers does tap me pretty good, so eating helps to keep my energy up. MOstly? I dunno. I like to eat. And I make excuses for it. I think I could keep going off the Quantum field if I needed to. Pretty sure it'd keep me going?" She mehs and hops up into the air then, hovering about a dozen feet off the ground. "Come on then. We can fly, no need to take the subway. What do you want to see? Can go see a baseball game. Errr no. Too late for that. Oh! A hockey game? We could go see a hockey game. Ever seen a hockey game?"

Andromeda has posed:
"I promise that the way earth is going now people will get better someday. More than you think. I can see it everywhere. People are becoming more tolerant and less violent all the time., It'll work ou." Laurel smiles beatifically at this, almost incandescent in her utter certitude. She nods when Bombshell suggests taking flight, holding out her left handto the other owman gently. Whether it is taken or not Laurel then takes to the skies, floating easily upward and matching herself to her companion's speed without too much effort.

"...What is Hockey?" It turns out to be a fateful question.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell ummms softly at the question of what is hockey. "Well, hockey is a not very tolerant and rather violent sport. So you may or may not like it. But it's violence in context and constraint. Sort of. So... at each end of the... aww screw it. Come on." She grabs Laurel's hand. "Sorry, don't know how you feel about contact but it's easy to lose someone in the sky I've found." She turns and takes off. Not super fast, she doesn't want to make a sonic boom or anything. Broken windows are not cool. But at a pretty good clip. She flies around the city a couple times, getting her bearings before she heads off towards Amdison Square Gardens. She drops down in front of it. "Come on. We can go see Lady Liberty and the Empire State building in the daylight." She walks over to the ticket counter and pays for a couple tickets. The ticket lady warns them the game is about half done already but Bombshell buys the tickets anyway.

Inside it's noisy. It's an indoor stadium, packed with people, with a huge ice rink at the center with the players skating all around. She starts guiding them both towards their seats. "See the goals at either end? The objective is to put a little black puck about this big." She holds her hands up, then points at the ice where it's being flicked between two team mates as they pass back and forth. "Into the goals, scoring against the opposing team's goalie obviously. And honestly that's the gist of the game. Score more goals than your opponent."

Andromeda has posed:
Bombshell takes Laurel's hand and Laurel squeezes. Firmly,by human standards, but not enough to harm either of them. She allows herself to be led through the air without resistance, taking the added time to study her surroundings as the ytravel. When they drop down in front of Madison Square Gardens Laurel alights easily. Like everything she does she moves relatively effortlessly. Then they are inside.

The green-eyed Daxamite is nodding studiously as the game is being explained ot her. She watches intently, narrowing her eyes slightly as she leans in. "...It reminds me of a game we played at home. ...There he goes. No, you should be evading- not like that... Ah!" The blonde undergoes a transformation. Apparenlty she is quickly becoming a rabid Hockey fan, shaking her fist and shouting at players with the best of the people on either side of the pair. Who knew?

Bombshell has posed:
"Players aren't supposed to use their sticks on their opponents, gets them hooking and high sticking penalties and stuff. Then they go in the penalty box leaving their team down a man. Obvious advan..." Bombshell blinks, eyes going slightly wide as Laurel erupts into instant fandom. "Well... okay then. A hockey fan that didn't know she was a hockey fan." Bombshell jumps into the shouting as well, cheering for the Rangers. Home team and all. "Other team is the Ottawa Senators. They're from Canada. They practically invented hockey. Might actually have invented hockey. Not that team but Canada. And... yeah." She grins and resumes shouting, hollering extra loud when the Rangers score a goal or get in a good hit. "It's perfectly legal to wreck the boards with your opponent's face, so long as you don't use your hands or stick to do it. Like... that." A guy gets hit, hard, shoulder checked into the boards and goes down in a tumble and... the game continues. "Put that guy out of the game for a solid ten seconds. Good advantage, and makes that guy wary of getting hit again." She's smiling, happy to see her new friend likes the game.

"I was worried you wouldn't like it. Glad you do. So you said it's a lot like a game where you're from? What game is that? Tell me about it? Maybe we can go catch a game of it sometime. Wait... nevermind. If you're dude's niece then... you're /really/ not from around here yeah?" She shrugs her shoulders. "Oh well, we can watch Hockey. Baseball can be fun too. Football as well. Soccer. But I like Hockey most of all. Takes the most skill I think."

Andromeda has posed:
"Definitely not from anywhere near here," Laurel agrees before she eruptsi nto more shouting and cheering as someone gets checked into the boards and a puck is deftly maneuvered away from them in the process. She might not actually have picked a side to root for, apparently. But people getting body checked? Yay!

"I love it. Hockey is - perfect. And as for what they call it where I am from. Um, I guess the best way to translate it would be... Hover hockey?" A grin follows that statement and then Laurel is shrugging too. "Alright. We can do that. I wouldn't mind going and seeing games with you whenever- oh, come ON! You can do better than that!" By the time the game is over Laurel is almost breathless with excitement. She cleaves close to bombshell as they leave their seats and studiously ignores the less than polite stares she receives from certain passersby. "That was great!"

Bombshell has posed:
"Dude... bad ass. Hover hockey? That would be awesome! I'd love to see that. So... really really not from around here. Guessing offworld? Somewhere out in space? Well duh Amy obviously." She shakes her head at herself, then pauses amd smiles again. "Oh. Yeah. My real name is Amy. I... don't normally tell people that. The military group I mentioned? They're after me too at the same time I'm after them." She sticks her tongue out at people that give them both looks. And might make a few other rude gestures at them as well. She doesn't take their crap. Not one little bit. She narrows her eyes at one particularly irritated looking spectator. "Move along man. Move along." He looks at her, then thinks better of it and does so, moving along. "I"ll have to see if we can get closer seats. Can pull a couple extra shifts at work and earn some extra money. Maybe buy season passes or something. Though... realistically we could go anywhere in North America and see a game at the speed you can probably fly. I can go fast but not Superman fast. Nowhere near." She wanders out of the stadium, then reaches into her pocket and eyes how much money she's got left, then steers towards the massively over priced memorabilla. "Should get something to celebrate your first Earth sports event. Like a jersey." She points out the jerseys for both teams.

Andromeda has posed:
"Well, when I am in costume people call me 'Andromeda'," Laurel replies with a flickering smile. "I usually don't tell anyone what I can do when I'm like this but- you're a special exception. It isn't like I did a good job keeping it a secret when I arrivd anyway..." She takes a deep breath and then holds it for a second. Amy is allowed to lead Laurel form the stadium and soon enough the blonde has taken Bombshell's hand again as they travel. She glances at the money then the memorabilia. "It isn't necessary-"she begins to protest before adding, "But you said your team is the Rangers, right? I'd like one of their jersies then, if you insist on getting me one." She has no issue being led around and judging by her expression might not even register than some of the remarks being made about them are rude. "And... You're right. We can go to games wherever you like if you trust me enough." There's another smile at that.

Bombshell has posed:
"You haven't given me any reason not to trust you. Though I don't usually trust easy. It's odd. You're just so damn... genuine. People aren't like that. It's odd. And endearing. But still odd." She walks over and selects one of the jerseys off the rack, holding it up against Laurel to make sure it will fit, then nods and turns back to the merchant, forking over money for it. Then she hands it over to Laurel. "There we go." She flashes the other woman a grin, then looks around as they exit Madison Square Garden, most of the flood of people having already gone past and out to the parking lot. She steps into the night air and takes a big breath, watching it steam as it leaves her lips. She watches the warm air float up for a couple feet before cooling enough that it doesn't show. "Where are you staying? Do you know how to get there? I can come with and make sure you get home before I head back. I gotta be up in the morning for a shift at work so don't have a whole lot more time. But I'll definitely have to show you more of New York in the near future."

Andromeda has posed:
"I'll be able to find my way home," Laurel promises. "But we'll catch up again soon? There's stil la lot more ou have to show me." Laurel folds the jersey over her let arm and then follows Bombshell through the cold air. Her breath curls out in white as well but she doesn't react to the cold in any other way, more interested in looking around. "Thank you," she finally finishes. Laurel pauses for a second then takes a step forward and hugs Bombshell tightly. Too tightly for a human to survive but not enough to hurt the dilusteel metahuman. "I've had a lot of fun."

Bombshell has posed:
"I'm not too hard to find but if you want to find me I go to that bar a fair bit. I live a block west of Gino's place. Pretty run down place, but it works. Don't make a lot of moeny doing construction, even though I do enough for a whole crew on my own. Better at deconstruction. Using your Uncle's face." Bombshell smirks wide, then blinks as Laurel steps in to give her a hug. She blinks further at the tightness of the hug. It takes her a couple of seconds before she hugs the blonde back. "It was an actual pleasure meeting you Laurel. That's a damned rarity for me. Don't be a stranger. And tell your Uncle I'm sorry about his face." A wide grin this time before she rises up into the air. "Take care of yourself, and if you need help with anything lemme know." She turns and zips off into the air, though she gives Laurel a quick wave, spinning about to do so before she jets off back to her place.