4802/Strumming in the rec room

Strumming in the rec room
Date of Scene:	03 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Souvenir, Thistlewalker

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Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir has been abandoned by Andrea. Pout. OK, well, she just wandered off, so it's not a big deal really, but pain is good for the artistic soul. Even though she's not actually artistic. Whatever. Anyways, she is sitting on a chair, sorrowfully playing Andrea's guitar and running through some songs idly as instrumentals, because she doesn't want to fudge the lyrics on her music and doesn't want to play any of Andrea's.

Thistlewalker has posed:
The door to the rec room opens and a large figure ducks in. Literally, he ducks, since at well over seven and a half feet tall he would probably have brained himself on the door-frame.Even disregarding his size, he is obviously a mutant, his long hair green and almost like vines (complete with some leaves) and two longer tail-like vines draped down his back. His skin has the hew of dark wood, complete with the patterns, though it flexes like regular flesh. He waves to the others as he walks to the refrigerator and takes a knee, opening it and searching for something.. "Huh, now where be me last bottle uv Irn-Bru?" he asks himself, his voice an almost inhuman baritone and thick with a Scottish brogue.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir smiles and looks up, strumming. "I don't know, I haven't opened the fridge." She's some young soph girl, flat. Heavily lined eyes, bangs low over her eyes. Button up shirt and band shirt. Pants. Leather gloves in her lap. She goes back to 'Enter Sandman', playing quietly and blinking a little bit at something. "Ugh, head is starting to feel a little fuzzy. I wonder if that means anything?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker's waardrobe is a bit more.. well hippy-ish.. A long sleeved pure cotton shirt, dyed gree, that is laceded at the chest. Slacks of hempen denim, an earthy brown.. he doesn't even wear shoes though that could be because his feet are pretty darned big. The wooden-like giant sighs and slowly stands, pulling out a two-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper instead and closing the fridge, and looks over at the girl who is playing the guitar and shrugs. "It be fine, lass.. Ah didnae think anyone stole it.. Probably just didnae remember how many ah 'ad left.." he tells her as her twists the cap off. "Yuir 'ead is fuzzy? Maybe yuir blood sugar be low..."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "Maybe. I don't really know how what I do works, is all. So far I have gotten threatened with death because I changed smell or something, and the wikipedia article was pretty useless."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker takes a sip of the Dr. pepper, which for him means draining about a quarter of the bottle, then wipes his lips with the back of his hand. "Charged with death fuir what?" he asks, not fully understanding. Then shakes his head. "And ah be doubtin'that Wikipedia 'as any useful entries about mutant powers.. Ah mean, we all mostly 'ave different abilities, even when they be seem tae be diff'rent.." he cants his head to the side. "But when ye consider that our abilities are all powered /by/ our bodies, then ye gotta use common sense and realize that fuel comes from somewhere.. And since it be biological that means ye need ta keep yuir blood sugars up.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir sighs. "Okay, I guess." She carefully puts the guitar down. "I was thinking since I don't actually. you know.. make things HAPPEN.. But I wouldn't know. I thought I was, you know.. ordinary? five days ago. There's got to be a better word for that."

She looks around a bit. "Did 'Drea bring a case or anything?" She picks up her gloves from her lap and pulls them on one at a time, then stands. "I don't know, I don't FEEL hungry."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker shrugs, takes another 'sip' of his soda, then starts walking towards one of the larger couches. "Even a car that be idling and only playin' tha radio be needing fuel, lass." he says as he passes her, then stops and turns around. "Sorry.. Ah am bein' rude. M'name be Thistlewalker.." he says, and offers her his hand.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir mouths 'Thistlewalker' to herself and shakes the hand. "Hi.. I'm Erika. I guess a bunch of people have another name, but.. I don't know what I would call myself. Or what the thing is with them." She smiles some. "Hi Thistlewalker. I guess you do something neat with plants?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker shakes her hand, his own massive but very gentle.. the flesh a BIT firmer then normal human flesh but not quite the wood it looks like. He raises a green brow a moment, though. "'nuther name...?" he asks, confused, then his eyes go big as he gets it. "OOOoooh, ye mean like.. a codename.. A superhero name.. Nae, Thistlewalker be the name me mum and da gave me..." he explains. "But, aye, ye ken say plants are what ah 'do'. Ah'm pretty much half plant, meself." which is fairly obvious

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ohhs. "Okay. Uh. Weird stuff started going wrong for me Wednesday night. I, uh... I do 'psychometry' I guess. I pick things up that people did stuff with, and I do that same stuff. I'm not quite sure what good that is yet. Except for like, rewriting other people's diary entries and stuff. Oh and I made an awesome sandwich."

She looks you over and hmms. "You look really, really cool."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker huhs, looking curious now. "Psychometry..? Ah've heard uv that before.. That be pretty cool." he tells her, and grins. "And surely it must be useful. Ah mean, ye could solve old crimes or somethin, right? Pick up a bullet casing or somethin... Me, ah talk ta plants and make em grow and stuff.." he says with a shrug.. Then his cheeks darken a bit as she compilments him. "Uhm.. Thank ye?" he says, as if he is not used to compliments. "Sorry, just not used ta people bein that nice. We 'ad a run in with some Humans First people last month and it was.. not pleasant.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir UGHS! "Why can't people just let people be? I mean, look at you! You look AWESOME. Ordinary is so overrated. Maybe I could solve stuff.. I mean so far I copied one of Andrea's diary entries, one of her songs, openned a combination lock, and cooked a super wicked sandwich. I don't know what else I can do yet. I haven't figured any of this out yet.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker flops onto the couch, which thank fully was designed with full bodied people (and mutants) in mind and sighs. "Ah dinnae know why people cannae leave good enough alone.. Ah am not a telepath.." he says, sort of cheekily and with a lazy smirk.. And his cheeks darken somewhat she she compliments him again. "But fuirget that. It be done and over with fuir now.. So.. yuir still learning 'bout yuir powers, then? Seems like yuir doin' good so far.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir sighs, "Yeah, well, I kind of have to? I can't sleep unless Miss Betsy comes and whammies me, and I don't want to have to have her do that all the time. I have to figure out some way I can turn stuff off so I can sleep.