4225/Robery Gone Wrong or: CURSE OF THE CUCKOOS

Robery Gone Wrong or: CURSE OF THE CUCKOOS
Date of Scene:	09 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	The Cuckoos and The Cyborg have a runin at the mall, and it goes better then expected.
Cast of Characters:	Cyborg, Stepford Cuckoos

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Cyborg has posed:
     It's a lovely day. The sun is shining the birds are singing in the trees and inside of the mall it's just as nice. People mill about from one shopping center to the next faces down on their Starkphones or looking around half paying attention to the world as they look through AR glasses. It's nice, even the mall security seems to be in a good mood.

     Is it any wonder when there are so many good deals to be had at the Salem mall? It's actually a wonder the place can stay in business when they have days like this: so much here is at a thirty percent discount. (Nevermind the fact about a month leading up to the big sale they quietly raised the price of almost everything fourty percent, including the food just to get that extra bit of money out of peoples pockets.)

     It was a good strategy to boot because this place is absolutely awash with people milling about in every direction hiding in their own little worlds in spite of being right next to one another shopping all together in the same place. There's even a few decorative anamatronic birds placed in the trees of the mall to give it that more natural feel without the whole bird poo being everywhere issue.

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    In the court yard is a gaggle of blondes, seated at a park bench like table with their food trays on the table top and their hands are all delicately taking their food and nibbling it in unison. The five sisters all seem oblivious to those around them as they seem to stare vaguely blankly while chewing and eating. Seeming to have to pause every few moments to remember to finish chewing in order to swallow properly.

    It's a very surreal scene as they Cuckoos eat in public. Their hive mind however is dancing through the mass of people around them, probing and prying for any and all the information they can gather.

Cyborg has posed:
     A lone man in the crowd wearing a thick hoody. His face hidden in the shadows it provides. He makes his way through the mass of people walking against the grain. Along the way he snags one wallet after the next with the calm resolve of a master thief. Of course in truth he was only just getting his start but this was as good a start as any. A little bump here a little bump there just slight motion to shift the wallets of the people from their pockets to his.

     Then he see's the score he's been waiting on: A gaggle of rich girls focused on their food. He makes his way over blending into the crowd every step of the way snagging a wallet here a wallet there, his backpack starting to grow heavy from the volume of wallets. As he makes his way over he quietly snags a loose purse and instantly he's off into a run.

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    The girls appear to be unawares of what's going on, but the minds of most people are beyond easy to read. They're like billboards for the girls, so when someone shows up with malicious thoughts, the girls minds quickly spot them. You'd be surprised at how many people think dark thoughts, but they're usually fleeting things and the girls seem to chock them up to human nature, yet this man is different. He's planned his vile deeds, and yet the girls don't see his thoughts or actions as good or bad. They haven't been taught to think that way. Not yet.

    They do however want to keep what is theirs and yet they sit and eat as he's not there yet and they're not too sure what to do yet, they're still incredibly new to almost every social interaction.

Cyborg has posed:
     He makes his way over to the girls his hand reaching out to grab one of their purses in the same fluid motion of running past. He's just about to grab it when a large arm manages to clothes line him. It's like something from a cartoon as his own momentum catapults him up into the air giving him just a moment to look around as he rises rapidly and falls back towards the earth. His expression is one of complete shock as he slams down onto the ground backpack bursting open to send wallets falling to the floor.

     "Sorry man but that doesn't fly when I'm around." Speaks the calm voice of the man who'd managed to clothesline him. The figure is wearing a hoodie of his own thick clothing to hide his identity his face shrouded in shadows except for a bit of his dark chin and pearly white smile. There's a light red glow peaking out through the multiple layers of his clothing, and another dim red glow peaking through his dark black mirrored sunglasses. "Names Cyborg, and you just picked the wrong day to be a pickpocket." He pauses for a moment looking intimidating and stoic.

     Standing on the spot he's muscular and brave having kept to his all to heroic pose. Then he completely breaks character. "Ah hell, that sounded stupid." He looks over towards the Cuckoo's "Anybody got a problem with me trying that again, I KNOW I can get a cool one liner out, just need more time to think something up." And in that one moment the misquote is gone. "I mean all the best heroes have puns and one liners right?"

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    The girls all five rise at once as the man is closelined and yet they seem to be taken aback by the sudden appearance of a hero. Or at least a self proclaimed hero. "We... are not sure what you're asking." The five girls say at once, their blue eyes looking down at the perp and then slowly back up towards the newest character with a bit of red coming to their cheeks. "We have never met a real hero before." They all chime in.

Cyborg has posed:
     Cyborg flicks his hood back as he looks over towards the girls. He's bald, save for his eyebrows and a well trimmed goatee. Half of his face is sleek black chrome like metal polished to a mirror shine. A bright red eye glows out from behind his thick dark sunglasses. The fact he's just been called a hero is enough to make him beam confidently as he rests a foot right onto the chest of the pickpocket. "Ladies, ladies, no need to worry about a thing."

     He basks in the glory of the moment trying to keep his cool as he's still really nervous on the inside. After all he was pretty much just a nerd who was good at football to spite his parents not exactly a Casanova. Even as mall security makes their way over to collect the loose wallets and the man on the floor.

     "Thanks uh...." They start confidently only to trail off as already they've forgotten the heroes name. "What'd you say your name was again?" One of them starts before a second one asks. "Is that Vision?" Someone else correcting. "Clearly that's Deathlock." It's enough to partially take the wind out of his sails.

     "Cyborg." He corrects after a moment having slouched down somewhat from his stoic heroic pose. Even taking his foot off the perp to allow him to be lifted up off the ground. "It's uh not Vision, and I'm pretty sure not Deathlock either: It's Cyborg" Trying to clear up the confusion. "Pretty sure I don't have the red skin to be Vision, and I'm not nearly corpsey enough to be Deathlock..." He looks back over to the girls. "Did you know he's a real guy?" The question coming out of nowhere. "Seriously, I thought I made the name up a few nights back but apparently he's a real freaky cyborg dude." He makes a motion with his hands like the classic frankenstein walk. "Uh unlike me, I'm the cool save the day kind of Cyborg."

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    "We aren't familiar. No." The girls say and look over to the security guards as they pull the pick pocket up and they return their gaze to the goofy Cyborg, but they don't seem to react as if he was a huge nerd. They really don't seem to react much at all.

    "We ---" They pause as they scan the minds around them for thoughts of both figures. "We know Vision a bit more, because he's an Avenger, and they are the best kind of heroes." They girls repeat someone elses thoughts or at least a quick summary of everyone's thoughts. "But Deathlock is not someone we are familiar with. As well as you. Cyborg is an interesting name as well as being a descriptor of who you are." The girls report.

Cyborg has posed:
     "Man the Avengers get all the love." Cyborg starts shaking his head as the pickpocket starts to get dragged away by mall security. "I mean sure they've got the merch, they've got the news coverage but you know there's other heroes out there." He speaks with a bit of a smirk making fun of himself in the process of speaking. Then she says it. "Booyah." And that makes his face light up. "Finally someone gets it." He just flops down on the bench across from the group there's no asking to join in just there he is. "See you'd be surprised how few people see the." He rolls his hand for a moments thought. "Subtle newances of the whole thing, I mean sure I could spend hours trying to figure out some name that's not being used by some third rate batman knockoff in china, or I can go copyright neutral and snag a name that's not just some made up word but a quick no bullshit BAM!" He motions in a downwards chop with his hands. "Instant understanding."

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    "But you say that like there is very few people that do understand." The five girls say simultaneously. "It is not instant understanding. It is quite the opposite." The five girls return to their seats with one sitting right next to Cyborg, as he is seated where she once was, but they don't say anything about him taking her spot.

    The Cuckoos all reach back down to their food and take another bite and the girl closest to the hero continues to blush further, though all five do have some red in their cheeks.

Cyborg has posed:
     Cyborg offers a friendly smile to the one who's turned so red she might almost be able to pass for vision in poor lighting, and a light nod of the head. He's at least not freaked out by how they seem to stick to a unison of everything they do. Then again it might be because of the sheer levels of nope he's witnessed over the last few days that he's not exactly about to star questioning things.

     He's doing a good deal of gesticulation as he talks speaking as much with his hands as he does his mouth. "Alright so it was mostly because I couldn't think of a single name someone else wasn't already using." He sighs a bit. "But that's not a crime" He points. "I bet you anything I'm the only Cyborg in town who just uses the name cyborg, bet you almost anything. Perfect name." He cuts the air. "So generic that it's unique."

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    It's as Cyborg is talking, that the five pairs of eyes flash open briefly at a sudden mental revelation and the girls are now in self experiment mode. Four of them slowly stand up and pick up their trays as they do so. "We will be around. We have some shopping to do still. We will catch up." The four of them say, though it seems like the fifth wants to speak as well, but holds her tongue.

    The four sisters smile briefly before their faces return to stoic normalcy and they walk off, leaving their sister alone for the first time ever. "That is an odd way of thinking, but I -- I suppose you could be correct." The lone Cuckoo says with a weak smile and deeper blush.

Cyborg has posed:
     Cyborg watches the group disperse taking note of their glowing eyes. He doesn't really comment or stare for too long, that'd be rude he just takes a quiet note understanding he probably looks about as weird if not more so then they do. He does shrug his shoulders a bit relaxed as ever. Finally his curiosity gets the better of him and he leans in towards the last remaining girl to say quietly. "So did you guy practice that, or is it a superpower, because both would be really cool."

     "I'd come up with a cool superhero name but it'd probably already be taken like uh..." He stops to think for a moment. "What's that book with all the kids who are like alien babies and they're all telepathic?" He places his hand up against his forehead clearly not yet getting the hint. "The Midwitch Cuckoos! They had that movie back in the sixties and that other one back in the nineties. You guys could be..." He pauses to think. "The Salem Cuckoos? I don't know I'll work on it, but it'd be a cool name, trust me." There's a bright and genuine smile given her way as he's honestly just really happy that for once someone is happy to see him.

     "So, what's your name?" He finally asks holding a hand out to her.

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    The Salem Cuckoos are gone and just Phoebe remains as she sits next to Cyborg and yet her mind is still connected to the Hive mind that is their biggest defining feature. The girl looks up to Cyborg with a grin pulling on her features because she's reading that she looks nicer when she smiles like that and she leans her shoulders back a bit as it's what people want to see. She wearing her school outfit with a white button up top, a short red tie and a long skirt keeping her modest and warm against the New York weather. "I am Phoebe." She says, looking closer to Cyborg and seemingly not afraid of his unusual form, as it's not unusual to her, it's just how he is. She doesn't know that it's not normal.

Cyborg has posed:
"Well Pheobe, that's a great name." Cyborg says with an earnest smile, still not quite catching on to what's going on here. For a man who's smart enough to be one of the smartest on earth he can still be really dense sometimes, just happy to chat away. "Really works for you." He adds with a bit of a nod. "Gotta say I'm digging the uniform" Adds right along as well. "I'm telling you though: You need to give the super stuff a try if you guys can sync it up like that? Boom. Instant terror in the hearts of criminals." He motions to himself. "I can even design a costume for you, I mean it won't be good but I can try." Said with a smile and laugh.

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    "Sure, we would love to see what you could make for us." Phoebe says with a smile as she looks down at herself and shrugs. "Thank you. We dress ourselves every morning. We do not need any help." The telepath says before she takes another bite of her food and finishes off her lunch.

    "Thank you for the compliment, I came up with it myself." Refering to her name, but that couldn't be right. That's way too bizarre. Something's up with these girls, but maybe the cyborg isn't one to judge or speculate such bizarre things.

Cyborg has posed:
Cyborg takes a moment to think squinting his eyes for just a moment before it dawns on him. <Gotta be one of those situations where their parents let them name themselves. She's just lucky she isn't Ma-Ma or Da-Da, or Goo. Oh man wasn't there that show back in the day with Goo? What was it called it had the one chick in it with the red hair and the imaginary friends. Duude I need to watch back through friends that show was so of its time it hurts. Oooh then some back to the future, see Marty Mcfly save the world. That was Jeff Goldblume in the fly right? Wait is she hitting on me?> It's such a rapid fire sequence of thoughts just one blazed after another in rapid fire. "Trust me, you're bound to get a lot of compliments, you're pretty impressive." <Dammit man, don't go right into it. Come on man she's not into you just abort mission abort, abort. Maybe if pretend we have to go to the bathroom we can come back and take a second crack at it? Dude. Stop looking at her she's going to think you're a weirdo.>

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    "You are not a weirdo, but I do have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." Phoebe says as she stands up from the bench and picks up her tray. Before she walks away though. "You are cute, and I would be interested in getting to know you more." The blonde says before she pulls out her phone and shows the man her instagram account and phone number. "We like cute things." She says oddly before she retreats towards the bathroom, not glancing over her shoulder as she leaves.

Cyborg has posed:
"Uh, thanks?" <Dude, she totally stole our line. Wait. Does that mean she is psychic? Oh man that's what we need to watch next: Psyche.> Cyborg speaks in a somewhat confused voice for a moment before offering a smile and a wave. He comes back up to a stand from the bench placing the hood back over his head. "Don't worry I'll call you soon, we can go see that new Paws 3D movie." <Seriously what the hell are we thinking man paws 3d? That movie looks terrible. Shortest relationship ever.> And then he starts walking off into the crowd on his own. Oddly enough inside his head a movie starts playing. It's Village of the Damned. How someone can play a movie inside their own head is anyone's guess.