481/Grasshoppering

Grasshoppering
Date of Scene:	18 May 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	184, Harry Dresden

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Molly (184) has posed:
Another morning, another visit. This time a well-placed phone call ensures that no hungover Karrin or bashful mentor await her. Molly may have plenty of manners, and they tend to show up when the most awkward moment arises. With her fingers laced together, she steps out from a rather swish purely electric coupe, driven by someone else. She lands at least three streets away from Harry's office and walks the rest of the way, for there's no point broadcasting how unprecedented her weird level is. She's past Austin levels of weird, and probably deeply upsetting to any of the powers on the council if they knew she can listen to digital streaming music and operate a cellular phone without anything blowing up.

A sylph floats after her, chattering mindlessly. She looks back over her shoulder and says, "Could I at /least/ get something as cool as Bob? Why does he get all the cool pets? Go find me a better familiar." And that will be the note that brings her to his place, with a knock to warn in case Karrin hides in the ice chest or something.

Harry Dresden has posed:
No hungover or chagrined Murphy's today. Fresh out it seems.

The knock at the door does elicit a rather peculiar response that is new and unique, the light ruffing of a small puppy can be heard through the door just before it opens a crack, "Quiet, Mouse, it's just Molly." Look, another cool pet!

Harry opens the door fully, and seizing the moment Mister dashes past Harry and Molly, checking into their thighs on the way out. "Hell's bells, Mister! The outside isn't going anywhere, slow down!" He looks to the young woman, giving her a nod, "Come on in, Grasshopper. I was just cleaning up. The last few days have been a bit hectic."

Molly (184) has posed:
"You don't say. Denarians, a dog, a girlfriend?" Molly checks a grin of her own, lipstick purple for the day, glitter painted across her eyelids and fanning out into dragonfly wing iridescence. The broad pink streak of her bangs is new, and the rest of her hair is bunched up into two ridiculous buns with something in common with a Japanese cartoon icon. She ruffles the cat's fur in passing, and then eyes the barking puppy. Her mouth rounds and instantly, there is a moment of adoration. "Oh, you are //delightful//. Why is someone so cute with the likes of him? It must be the duster."

With mischief in her eyes and general good humour around, she does a little pirouette and steps inside, wiping off those boots. They're almost Roman sandals, and therefore removing them will take about a year. "So what's happening, anyways? Other than us basically making an enemy of Batman. If he goes after my dad..." Do not swear, do not swear. She almost wants to, but powers with a capital P listen to certain invocations. "Stars, I //hate// people acting like they're holier than thou because they think they know everything and they don't."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry stammers. "Girlfir...She isn't my girlfriend. She is just a friend." he says with a bit of edge to his voice. "Nothing happened with Murph, get that out of your head." He combs his fingers through his hair, and shrugs, "Well, nothing like that anyway. We soul gazed...and I told her everything...about everything. Except you. I didn't tell her you were the Winter Lady...but everything else."

He sighs, shutting the door behind her as she comes in, making his way over towards the little cubby that serves as his kitchen, "But that was it. Hell's bells." Coffee. He needs Coffee. Coffee takes to long, so he opens the icebox and settles for a Coke, popping the top to take a sip. "As far at Batman is concerned, he is going to get a rude awakening if he tries anything, that is for sure."

Molly (184) has posed:
"But she said..." There's no backpedalling there, just a quick correction. Molly puts her hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply. Putting my foot in it and... you know the rest." Her smile flashes for a moment and then vanishes faster than jack frost. "Thank you. I'm not trying to openly advertise, given the awkwardness of that. It's already hard enough when Mab wants me to report in every fortnight and keeps assigning me all these weird lessons. Last week, it was a clurichaun. Seriously, do you know how grumpy they are, especially as accountants? It's worse than the accountant from Hell."

She plucks her braid free and tucks it over her ear. Coke and Harry at least are familiar. "I don't think he gets it. Like, all this awful stuff happens in Gotham and he acts like we're the biggest problem? Uh, wrong weight class there, Man of Bats. Anyways, what's the scoop? I mean, you and dad clearly found a coin. Anything more?"

Harry Dresden has posed:
Looking up from the cereal he is pouring, Harry catches eyes with Molly, "She said what? What did she say?!" He sounds hopeful, like the words that might fall from Molly's lips could be the best new he has had in a year. "I didn't know she talked to you?"

"Actually, Batman found the coin. He gave it to Murphy, and Murph called me in. Your dad, as per usual, was in the right place at the right time and took possession of the coin. I think that is why Batdude is so pissed, because we snaked it out form his gloved hand." Harry combs his fingers through the mop on top of his head he calls hair, "Not that I regret my decision. I'd do it again."

Molly (184) has posed:
Might as well try wringing water and blood from a stone in a desert. With a little shake of her head, Molly goes mum. And those purple lips don't give up anything right now, all said and done. "Nah, you shouldn't regret doing the right thing. I've found that is often not the problem, or even a problem. People can pound sand if they don't like it."

She goes to find somewhere to sit on the floor, maybe to convince Mouse to come over and get his ears scratched and his tummy rubbed. "It sounds pretty standard for your line of work. Is there anything else besides that? I am seriously dying, this semester has been terrible."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry Dresden lols his arms over his chest and glares at Molly. "She said something to you, didn't she? Come one, you can't just leave me hanging like this, Grasshopper." He glowers at the young woman for a second before he sighs dejectedly, "Damnit, I feel like this is bloody high school all over again...but at least in high school I was getting laid." He pauses, and gives Molly another quick little look, "You didn't her that."

He grumbles, clearly 'angry' about the situation he is in and taking it out on the inanimate object he has at hand, spoons are slammed, milk is poured and all the while he grumbles.

Mouse on the other hand bounds over to Molly, sniffing at her cautiously before he decides to pounce into her lap and curl up.

"Other than the coin, and rescuing Mouse and his litter the other night, it's been quiet on my end. I've been mostly dealing with the crap going on in Gotham and how it is slowly killing Karrin inside."

Molly (184) has posed:
"Oh, that's me, Molly Carpenter, secret keeper for the White Council. Just invest them all right here, and I'll make sure not to squeal unless bribed brilliantly." It has to be comforting. She ticks her head at an angle and beams, her eyes lighting up with the incandescent glory of a truly amused girl. "I think you ought to suggest that to them. I am only mildly certain that McCoy's head would explode. Or he might think it's brilliant."

Mouse gets a whole lot of love, meanwhile, her hands finding those tender spots behind his ears and anything that encourages his big paws flailing around. "Oh, yes, you are a nice boy, Mouse, yes you are. I wish Mom could have done with a dog instead of another sister, but it's not like anyone consulted me. Oh hello, yes, kisses!" Her face lights up when tongue is applied to her hand. "Pretty much exciting stuff. I don't know what the heck is going on inside Gotham except things are way, way out of whack. Like, wibbly wobbly. Oh, and some weird guy in a weird suit at a club with way too much Antarctic chill going on -- he has no chill, by the way -- basically tried to get me to freeze the entire city perpetually in winter, and make everyone have a lot of frostbite. Don't blow your eyebrows off or anything, but it may come as a grave surprise to you that I said no. And this Bat person with boobs was hanging out there, spying on it, but still."

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry Dresden snorts, "Yeah, right. That would fly about as far as Morgan with lead shoes." He shoves a mouthful of cereal in his mouth, chewing before pointing the spoon at his apprentice. "You're lucky I like you, kid. You're killing me with this 'secret'." He shovels another mouthful of cereal into his mouth, and starts to stalk over to the couch. "I'm only human and can take only so much of this 'I like you, but...' nonsense. Doesn't help that we let my own guard down enough to the point I went in for a kiss the other night, and she passed out just as I did."

He sighs, "I don't know why I am burdening you with this baggage, Molly. Sorry. It's just been a rough week." He shovels more cereal into his mouth and sets the bowl down onto the counter. "Tell me more about this guy in the suit? He wanted you to do what? How did he even know you could?"

Molly (184) has posed:
"I'm not going to fix out who you like and who likes you, Harry. It's bad enough with //Mom// looking over my shoulder, let alone Mab, and I really don't want to know what Summer spies are set on me." Putting the fat puppy down, she ruffles him again and then goes to her knees, getting up. Molly eye rolls. "He knew I was the Winter Lady. He calls himself Freeze, so there's that. I kind of ticked him off, coming up with some... Mmm." She waves her hand around. "Questions, basically, to figure out what he was bargaining for. Because he sure doesn't seem to appreciate what it takes and what he was asking for. Not like I'm going to make it winter in August unless the polar vortex shifts."

A little beep originates from her pocket. It becomes a louder beep. An insistent beep. Her rainbow-coloured watch is an old school thing with an awful lot of volume, even as the battery is dying a little. "Oh fuzz. I need to be running, Mom has me catching up with my brother. I gotta run over and pick him up."