5070/Mallrats in a Cage

Mallrats in a Cage
Date of Scene:	31 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Rage, Mason Steele

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Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic isn't exactly comfortable in the mall, but, then, she isn't really comfortable anywhere. Clad in a pair of black tights and a black tee that reads THIS SHIRT KILLS FASCISTS, Negasonic sits by one of the fountains, arms draped over her knees, people watching in between occasional jabs at her phone with black-polished fingers, her septum ring gleaming. She gets some stares, of course, with her shaved head and bared arms and obvious attitude, but nobody's bothering her.

Yet.

Rage has posed:
As always, Andrea brings a crowd of commotion when she goes out in public, even if she doesn't exactly wish for it. Her two body guards flank the global popstar in their black suits and raybans, talking on small radios as they clear the area and keep the crowd away from her. Dressed in a pair of flexible skinny jeans with holes slashed along the legs and a knee length summer dress with an expensive purse over her shoulder, she is tapping away on a phone with one hand with a quick glance down at it at times, offering up smiles at just the right time when a camera goes off or someone calls her name. All in all, she is handling it well.

As they head into the main strip of the mall, Andrea catches sight of her teammate and slows down her step, then angles herself in her direction. "Hey" She calls over with a glowing smile on her face, then slides down next to her after flipping a coin into the fountain to make a traditional wish. "I didn't know you'd be here or I'd have offered you a ride. Whatcha shopping for?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic looks up slowly, her heavily-shadowed eyes flashing a bit, grey with flecks of amber around the black of her pupil, "Peace and quiet, but I guess I can't even buy that today," she mutters. She pushes up to her feet and eyes the bodyguards with a cool gaze. On the one hand, she was disrespectful and sometimes downright nasty. On the other hand, she didn't treat Andrea any differently than she treated anyone else. A celebrity might find that refreshig.

"I just wanted to get out for a while. Living in an old mansion makes me feel like a fucking ghost."

Rage has posed:
"Oh yeah? Was the horror section at the library too busy for you to kick it at?" Andrea quips back to Negasonic with a grin on her face. She may be a celebrity, but she can shit-talk just like anyone else. Though she doesn't say it with any malice in her voice. She lifts her hand to James, motioning to the crowd who is shouting questions at her that she mostly ignores.

"Andrea! Your new album is awesome! Is it mostly about being a mutant?"

"Is it true you and Mason Steele are dating again?! We heard you're pregnant!"

"Hey mutie! Go kill yourself! Your kind is disgusting!"

That one gets a harsh reaction from the crowd as they turn on the middle aged man that walks by who flips them off with a sneer along his face. It seems she has more fans than enemies at the moment.

"Yeah.. I can see that getting out of the house is something ... to do.." Andrea trails off as she slumps her shoulders a bit, then taps away at her phone. "So, you got this really rich teammate sitting next to you. Wanna take advantage of it? The crowd is just gonna get worse the more I sit here."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic takes a few steps towards the middle-aged hater before he gets shifted back by the crowd. Probably lucky for him, as there's every possibility Negasonic might have put him through the wall of the Forever 21 with that attitude.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," she says, clicking the stud in her tongue against her teeth as she steps back and glances back over at Andrea, "I guess I can get some stuff. Not like this shiny capitalist pig orgy is ever going to end anyway. Might as well get some new boots out of it."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason is in the mall as well, some people might already know. Of course, he does his best not to draw attention when he goes through. He's had a Dodgers ball cap on, his shaggy blond hair sticking out the base, and he has a matching white Dodgers jersey on, loose and baggy. He's sitting in F.Y.E. doing a signing for a single that he just released today. It's just wrapping up, and he sticks the mirror shades back on his face, waving to his many female fans before making his way back into the mall.
    It doesn't take long for him to spot Andrea's fanbase, and though he can't quite see her or Negasonic yet, he walks to stand in the general direction of the mass movement."Wow, can't she ever go incognito?" he asks himself.

Rage has posed:
"Right? Screw the man." Andrea says in solidarity of her teammate as she gives her a grin. Of course, coming from her it hardly sounds as cool as when Negasonic spits it out. Pushing up to her feet, she shoulders her bag again, then tilts her head. "Okay, so where we shopping at? Hot Topic?" She ventures with a grin. "I honestly don't know where you would kick it at here, so I'm up for feeling adventerous. Maybe you can help me with a new look as well for this music video I'm putting together called Fire At Will. It's gonna be pretty dark. You know.. cute girl, inner struggle with demons facing media backlash and constant scrutiny.. I kinda want to do a Yin and Yang approach to it." She pauses. "Oh my God, you should be in my video. You can be like .. the opposite of me in this film. I got this scene where I'm supposed to scream at a mirror and it shatters .."

As they start walking again, she trails off, rubbing at her shoulder a bit. "But, hey, I was hoping we could talk later in private about some stuff also if you're down for it. I don't know if you're into girl talk or whatever but I'm sorta going through some shit in my head and I don't got anyone to really talk about it with, because you know.." Her voice trails off in a mutter. "I'm supposed to be 'perfect' or whatever, and I figure maybe you got some advice on how to deal with the fucked up stuff." She hasn't spied Mason yet as she talks to Negasonic, swaying her arms as she goes after tucking her phone into her front pocket.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic looks at Andrea for a long moment, 'Holy shit, you talk a lot. But yeah, I guess. Why not? And anybody who thinks anyone else is perfect is a fucking idiot and you shouldn't bother giving a shit what they think anyway," she says.

She flicks her eyes back at Mason, raising a sculpted eyebrow, "That one of your puppy dogs or is he just following you for no good reason?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason leans against the wall of the corridor, and while he knows Negasonic goes to the school, he doesn't really know who she is. He gives a two finger wave, rather than walk up and make a huge spectacle, flipping the sandal on his foot idly against his heel.

Rage has posed:
"Yeah, I do talk a lot I guess.." Andrea trails off a bit in agreement. "But, in Hollywood, you're not allowed to not be perfect. You fuck up once and it's on TMZ forever. It's like I live a triple identity at times. I'll explain later." At the question, she looks over and gets a grin. "That's my boyfriend, Mason. He goes to school with us. He's also a huge celeb. You may like his music. It's really rock and roll where mine is more electro pop." She pauses. "I wanna say Hi but.. the crowd will go into a shark week frenzy. They always do when we're together." She slips her phone out and sends him a text: 'Ellie and I are going shopping, wanna come? Don't want to cause a scene. Love you.'

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic purses her lips, "I definitely don't like his music," she mutters. "Why do you even want to be a celebrity, anyway? Do something scandalous, get shunned. It's more fun down in the gutter, I promise," she says. "Like, if I was followed by these people all the time...well, I fucking wouldn't because I'd end up putting a blast in 'em and getting sued and shit because I was famous and they all knew who I was so they knew how to find me. Being anonymous is good, especially when you're a friggin' mutant."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason checks his pocket, pulling out his phone. He texts back. 'Just go to the bathroom, tell'm you just want to chill for a bit. They are fans, they fall over themselves to make you happy half the time anyway. And invest in sunglasses or something.' He shakes his head.

Rage has posed:
'Says the guy wearing all Dodgers gear in the heart of Yankee country. You're asking to get your ass kicked. Doofus.' Andrea quips back to him with a silly grin on her face as she taps along the screen. "What store we going to? I'll have him meet us there and James and Roberto will do crowd control for us. Mason says I should wear sunglasses." She snorts in amusement.

Looking over to the crowd, Andrea shrugs her shoulders upwards. "To be honest, I guess I'm just used to it. Been having crowds since I was twelve. And.. I don't know.. I made my decision to come out to the world as a mutant for a reason. Maybe to give a voice to those who can't go to super X school with us, or for those who are abused or scorned. I'm a position to do something about it. I'll take it all for you. Every insult and bruise. I'm strong enough." She says it in that way that she's trying to convince herself.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic shrugs, "I really don't give a crap. Here, let's go here," she says, turning into a Spencer Gifts and taking advantage of the dark and cramped interior to try and keep some of the hanger-ons at bay.

"I mean, that shit sounds good to your publicist, I'm sure, but you're a person, not a fucking billboard. I don't need you taking shit for me, for one. Anybody that crosses me I'll hospitalize my own damn self. And yeah, representation and role model and blah blah blah, none of it means shit if it doesn't make you happy. Living for other people sounds noble, but it's a fast ticket to misery town. I should know, I'm the fucking mayor."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason pushes off the wall, following into Spencers casually. "I think you just like getting people to follow you around," he comments, pulling an alien-eyeball headband from a rack and moving to put it on Andrea's head. "Hey, Mason," he offers to Ellie. "I know we both go to the school, but don't think we've met officially yet."

Rage has posed:
"But not everyone is as strong as you, or me, Ellie." Andrea says as she shrugs her shoulders upwards. "I have money, you got a nosering and explodey powers. But the kid with green scales who just wants to play soccer doesn't have what we have. A support system. I'm a person, but I'm also in a position to effect millions of minds and even if I can change just one, it's worth it." Andrea says resolutely, then blinks as she has a headband on her head.

"Hey, Mason." Curling an arm about him, she leans into his shoulder. "We're boot shopping, at least for Ell' here." Shifting the headband on her head to fit more proper, she peeks at herself in a mirror. "I got your new single on my phone. It's really cool. I bet it's going to do well on the charts. Maaaaybe even knock me off the top position this week."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic just stares coolly at Mason, "Congratulations, now we've met," she says. "I guess that's a good cause, but, no offense...okay, maybe some offense, but whatever...anybody who has their mind changed because of a fucking pop star probably didn't have much mind to begin with. It's like having a spiritual awakening from watching anime. And believe me, I've been on Reddit, there's plenty of that shit going around."

She lets the couple cuddle a little, flicking throug hher phone partially so she doesn't have to look at it. Gross, affection.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason tilts his glasses down so that he looks over them. "Thanks, I always like being congratulated, he says with a lopsided smile. He returns Andrea's cuddle casually before returning to a more neutral stance. "What're we talking about?" he asks, uncertain what he just walked into conversation-wise. "I don't think people really change their minds with our music, if that's what we are saying, it just let's them come up with bumper sticker responses to make themselves sound smart when they argue about stuff that none of us really understand. But hey, everyone likes sounding smart, so I count that as a win!"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic flips through some of the poster rack, "Not exactly what I meant. If Andrea wants to make a difference, being a popstar is kind of an ass backwards way to do it. People like me will always dismiss you as vapid wastes of oxygen and the people who listen to you will be more interested in getting into one another's pants at 'da club' than learning anything about the fucking human condition and making a difference," she says.

"But, y'know, we're all fucking doomed anyway, so do what youw ant."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "You are just such a happy person," Mason says in a tone of cheerful ribbing. "I think you should be a motivational counselor." He picks up a keychain, examining it absently before putting it back. "This place is like...a dump of random stuff that you think you want until you get it home, and you forget you bought it. I love it."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic shrugs, "Happiness is overrated. I'll take heavy metal, orgasms and the occasional cookie," she says, flicking through a collection of horror movie action figured, lingering over a Hellraiser Pinhead doll.

"Just don't wander into the 'adult' section. You might see a mug shaped like a human ass and be corrupted for life."

Rage has posed:
As she listens to the pair, Andrea snorts in amusement. "Bad boy Mason Steele has seen enough ass in his lifetime." She says as she gives the male popstar a poke in the side. "I'm trying to uncorrupt him." She slinks her hand into one of his, giving it a squeeze. "This place smells like an armpit though." She says as she wrinkles up her nose, using her free hand to poke through some vinyls, then pulls out one from The Doors.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason arches his eyebrow at the comment about orgasms. "I...won't argue with that at all," he says. "I think I like her," Mason says to Andrea. He glances toward the back of the store. "Do they really have mugs shaped like asses?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
"You should probably smell more armpits. A good armpit sniff is better for your soul than a bottle of two hundred dollar perfume," she says. Not that I believe in souls. Or perfume."

"Asses, penises, vaginas, cloacas, girls, boys, goats...they've got it all."

Rage has posed:
"I don't wear two hundred dollar perfume. I have my own line and it's affordable." Andrea says as she lets go of Mason's hand, then flips the album in her hands over a few times, then reaches for an album of The Clash as well. "Find any boots you like?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Crazy," Mason says with a laugh. "Maybe I like this store after all." He shoves his hands into his pockets, glancing up at the myriad of T-shirts. "Armpit purfume, by Andrea Jackson," he muses. "I'm sure it'll be a hit." He pulls his sunglasses off, sticking them in his collar so that he can see better. "Check it out!" He pulls up a t-shirt. It's one making fun of him. A characiture of him with a bunch of exagerrated girls around him. It says 'I be steelin' yer girl.' He looks at the price. "Maybe I should get this."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic grins, "Made with sweatshop labor, huh?" she teases Andrea a bit. She makes her way into the clothes and pushes amongst the racks, finally finding a pair of steel-toed boots, "These'll be good for kicking cyborgs in their cyberballs," she says.

She glances over at Mason, "At what point does meta become so meta that the irony turns in on itself and curdles? Cause I think you may have reached it."

Rage has posed:
"I don't know.. I haven't checked on where they're made." Andrea says in regards to the sweat shops, though a worried look crosses over her face. She taps a note into her phone now to follow up on it. The shirt causes her to grin in amusement, eyes rolling upwards. "That's awful, Mason. You should so buy it." Tucking the vinyls under her arm, she gives a glance about the rest of the store. "Those boots are badass." She grins. "I don't know if I could pull those off."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason points at Ell. "You are not wrong, and I appreciate the compliment." Was that a compliment? Apparently he's decided that it is, regardless of the intent. "And anytime you want help experiencing it you just let me know. Andrea will probably kill you, though. Followed by me." He gives Andrea a teasing wink.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic snorts, "You could try, I guess, but you would get hurt and then I'd have to explain it to the teachers and it would be a whole thing. Just don't piss me off and we all good," she says.

SHe takes the boots and plops them down on the counter, "I'm thinking about gauging my ears," she said, tugging on the lobes, "Not sure if it's a little too extra, though."

Rage has posed:
"I wouldn't hang your hat on that. You haven't met my alter ego yet. Mason can tell you all about how I turned three people into spaghetti." Andrea says cooly. "Not that I'm trying to get into a dick waving situation. "Just don't look at popstar Andrea and think she's anything like mutant Andrea. We're different." She plucks the boots from Ellie and heads for the counter.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah," Mason says, backing down from the conversation. "Let's not talk about that." It's clear that it is something he genuinely does not want to think on. "What about ice cream? That sounds like a better topic. Ell, you like ice cream?"