5879/Hackin' the Hand

Hackin' the Hand
Date of Scene:	29 November 2018
Location:	Gotham City Coffee Shop, and a Mall
Synopsis:	Drake meets June for a date, but she's busy hacking a Hand database.
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Slipstream

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June Connor has posed:
    June steps through the doors of the coffee shop, new laptop strapped to her back. It's a mid-level gaming rig, not too heavy with the advancements in computing technology of 2026. She doesn't order anything, singularly focused on getting to a table that is not near a window, and opens the laptop.

Slipstream has posed:
Following after her is Drake, who is in Gotham for a weekend to hang out with his girlfriend. Is that the term they are using now? He is still not sure on that. "So, what are we up to today?" He asks once he puts his own backpack down at the table. "I'm going to get some coffee. You want anything?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Sure," she says, seeming rather focused as the computer boots up. "I just gotta do some work stuff. Thought our date could be a good cover." Probably not the best way to phrase it. "I'll tell you about it when you come back. I'll take a hot chocolate. It's stupid cold outside." She starts to tap away at the keyboard, and then gets up to go to one of the glass windows, looking out briefly at the building next door. A sushi restaraunt. "So freaking cliche, I swear," she comments aloud.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh, so this is not a real date then? Glad I bought the plane ticket." Drake says with amusement in his voice as he starts to the counter to place his order. He gets a pair of hot chocolates for them both, large ones with whip. After he returns, he puts them down and slides into his seat, taking his own laptop out. Top of the line from ASUS with the glowing red logo on the back. The type of computer your average gamer would kill someone for. It's sleek, powerful, and hungry for frame rates.

June Connor has posed:
    "Plane ticket?" June echoes. "You're in New York, it's like, thirty minutes from here." Of course, she doesn't know about the mission in Mexico.

    "I am gonna hack our next door neighbors here, it's good to have someone who can help in a fight if there's trouble." She takes the hot chocolate, and licks a little of the whipped cream off the top. "You like being a hero anyway, right? I'm doin' genuine superhero stuff. Like...an online superhero." She dances her fingers across the command prompt, accenting the last stroke as if it was the final note on a piano piece. "I'm gonna fuck these kids up, get all their transportation records so we can wreck'm."

Slipstream has posed:
"Okay, first of all, pump the brakes." Drake says as he looks over at her with raised brows, then reaches over to push her laptop lid down, fingers be damned. "You need to tell me about this stuff /before/ we just.. go out and do it. I took a red eye from Mexico to be here after fighting against space fungus that was using mental whack powers to knock people around. I'm tired. I'm sore. I pushed myself way too hard and now you're hacking a... sushi place? For what? Who are they and why are you hacking them? Also, you're hacking them on an open network with zero security measures in place on this WIFI. You are literally telling the world what you're doing."

June Connor has posed:
    "Open wifi with low security means that first, I hack this one. I tunnel to Belmont, California, home of Silicon Valley. I found a back door to the Microsoft hub there nobody has noticed, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell them. Then I'm home free. Easy as shitting your pants." She gives a waggle of her brow.

    "You fought a space fungus? I thought that was over. Sorry, I didn't know." She keeps tapping away. "One of the girls found out that this sushi restaraunt is one of the Hand's front shops. Keeps track of transport records. Nothing really exciting happens here, really, but it is a hub of information that may get us a good bead on locations where things are happening, you know, like killing people and drugs and shit. Generally frowned upon activities." Why didn't you just say you needed a quiet night? You didn't have to come all the way out here, you know. I'm not some clingy girl that needs you hanging on her all the time. Those bitches annoy the fuck out of me. If you needed to sleep, just say so."

    "Oh, and thanks for the cocoa."

Slipstream has posed:
There is a sigh from Drake as he gives a furrow of his brows. Leaning back, he picks up his cocoa and sips from it. "I came all the way out here because I wanted to spend some time with my girlfriend while I had it before I get called to the next mission. It doesn't need to be a quiet night, but I figure maybe you'd tell me what you were planning before we go out, so that I can at least.. I don't know.. fill you in on that I want a quiet night." He taps his cup lightly on the table. "You know this is like.. on the news everywhere, right? The space fungus is being mind controlled by something called The Shadow King and at one point had an infinity gem stuck in it and it was throwing buildings around. I got to hang out with Aqua Man, which was a total highlight of the day. He's like Thor. A real easy to get along with guy who likes to party."

June Connor has posed:
    JUne looks up from the computer. "Oh." She looks uncertain what to say. "You know, I warned you I suck at this relationship stuff." She seems genuinely upset, but in a way that she's trying to not show it. "It won't take long, then we can play video games or whatever. They really aren't gonna come bust the place down here. If they even have someone on the system now, they'll be trying to trace the tunnel so long they won't even realize I'm connecting to their own wi-fi, and by the time they figure it out I will have been done for an hour. See, zero risk. By the way, you know how hard it is to find a laptop that has two wireless cards?" She returns to tapping, leaning over the computer like a nerd, very contrary to her hard rocker image.

Slipstream has posed:
"You can buy any laptop, and get a USB Wifi adapter." Drake says as he opens his own laptop and starts to type along it with his fingers, as if he was most likely just surfing the web. "You don't think they won't look across the street and see two people with laptops, one of them an Avenger and the other looking like a character from a cyberpunk movie and not put two and two together?" His lips tug back a bit. "It's okay. Don't need to rush. If this is important work it's all good. I don't mind getting into a fight if they do run across here. Hand. Feet. Shoulders knees and toes. I don't care. I'll fight them all if I have to. Bring on all the body part ninjas."

June Connor has posed:
    That's why I picked a seat where they can't see us. I'm a ninja, remember? I know this stuff." "Besides, I couldn't meet you at Babs' place, she doesn't like people coming over, kind of protective on her space. Sorry." So what did you do with the space fungus? Is it dead now?"

Slipstream has posed:
"The fungus was being mind controlled at the time and was acting erratic. I think the big dogs were solving it still, but I was on the street rescuing people and clearing the city blocks. After that was done, I left because my mission was over." Drake says as he taps a few more keys on the laptop. "I think the goal was maybe to freeze it, shatter it, and take the parts off for evaluation and destruction."

June Connor has posed:
    "Such a big strong hero," June answers with a smile. She suddenly claps, "Eat it, fuckers. Yeah. Downloading your shit now. Let's find out where all the cash goes, how about that? This is gonna be an awesome payday when we are done." She glances back up. "Cut it up? That sounds sick. Glad I don't have to mess with that. I'd probably just get flattened by something that big."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I think a lot of people would get flattened by it. It's why I was brought in to clear the community out to safety. Got to work with Power Girl again also. She was my partner on that particular mission. Though she did all the heavy lifting while I yanked people out. Speed in and speed out. Was fun." Drake takes a sip from his cocoa, watching her curiously, then gives a glance now and then to the door. "Just be careful."

June Connor has posed:
    "Oh, right, busty bitch," June responds dryly. "She's so fantastic." Read: not fantastic. She still hasn't changed her opinion on that kryptonian. "So, that's it! See, nothin' to it." June closes her laptop, settling and folding her hands across it, looking a little smug that she was able to accomplish the task so easily.

Slipstream has posed:
Squinting a bit at her, Drake shrugs off the comments about Power Girl. He has grown used to this by now. "Nothing to it. What do you want to do now?" He asks as he closes his own laptop, sliding it into his book bag.

June Connor has posed:
    June shrugs, taking a drink of the hot chocolate. "I dunno. You wanna do Overwatch? Or... I dunno. You're the guy, you're supposed to have good date ideas, right?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Usually it's the girl that comes up with the romantic date ideas and the guy just pays for it." Drake laughs softly. "Not up to playing Overwatch though. I need a break from it after world cup. I just like the idea of spending time with you. Can go for a walk if you want."

June Connor has posed:
    "It's cold," June says. "And I still gotta get a new coat. She slides out of her denim jacket, revealing that she's still wearing the one with the slash. "Meant to go to Good Will earlier, totally forgot." $1,000 gaming laptop, and she goes shopping for clothes at Good Will.

Slipstream has posed:
"So let's go get a coat then." Drake says as he gives her a lopsided grin. "Does Gotham have a mall around here that won't get you shot at by killer clowns or penguins? I could always get you one of those cool Overwatch team parkas. Those are really warm."

June Connor has posed:
    "You afraid of killer clowns now?" June asks. "Thought you were an Avenger." She stands up, taking another drink of her chocolate. "There's a mall a couple blocks from here, all the lunatics love to visit it."

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm not afraid of killer clowns, it's just what Gotham is known for and I don't want to get into a fight today if I can help it." Drake says with a grin. "I did get reservations for dinner though. Italian place I hope you like it. Then maybe after that we can go back to my hotel and crash the rest of the night? Can watch TV, maybe do some Overwatch.." He trails off a bit. "Other stuff."

June Connor has posed:
    "Like anal?" June asks, as if it was okay to blurt such a thing out in public. A pair of older ladies turn at the comment, looking shocked at June, and then at Drake. Such scandal. June gives them a wink as she pushes open the door to the coffee shop.

Slipstream has posed:
"... Uh .. I mean .. we can work our way /up/ to anal, but I was thinking of more something traditional instead." Drake says with a loud snort as he follows after her, shouldering his bag. At this point he's quit feeling embarrassed and just goes with it.

June Connor has posed:
    "June gives a sardonic smile. "Yeah, you wish. I'm fuckin' with ya," she says. "Okay, um, did you get a car...shit, you don't have a license either. Okay, it's like four blocks that way, and I'm already freezing my shit off." She starts to jog, holding the laptop tightly to her.

Slipstream has posed:
".. So, that's a no on the traditional stuff as well?" Drake reaches out to snag her by the hand before she get can get too far. With a teasing look, he slides his other arm under her legs to hike her up, then pushes off on a foot as he blurs forward, shunting himself through the distance. Blink! Blink! Blink! Blue contrails of speed erupts in his wake as he speed boosts the pair. "I got this!"

June Connor has posed:
    "Oh fu-" The rest of her comment is cut off as she holds on, not romantically, but frantically as he speeds them to the mall. "Holy hell, I thought you're not supposed to do that cuz it kills you? What happened to that?" Her hair is a little blustered, not that it's long enough to matter too much.

Slipstream has posed:
"It still hurts!" Drake says as he blinks again through a cross walk, timing his shunts right as it turns green. Once they arrive at the mall, he puts her down, letting out a heavy breath as he glances down at his wrist, tapping the bracelet to gauge his diagnostics. He leans over and puts his hands on his knees for a moment. "Give me thirty seconds and I'll be good. What kinda jacket do you want?"

June Connor has posed:
    June tosses her short hair a little. "Um, I dunno, I never had a guy buy me a jacket before. I guess something that doesn't suck. Kinda wanting warm. I never even really shopped at a mall before." Could it be true? "I mean, I've been IN malls before, just never bought anything."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I'm sure thieves don't buy stuff often in malls." Drake says as he rises back upwards once he hits green on his bracelet. His hand reaches out to slide into hers if possible. "Let's get a parka then. Those are really warm and puffy. Will be good for when the winter really hits. What about other clothes? You need anything?"

June Connor has posed:
    "I never /stole/ from the mall," she comments, then pauses as he slides his hand into hers. She doesn't stop it, but it clearly doesn't seem natural to her. "I..." she's a little distracted. "Actually I think I did, nevermind."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh come on, you got stealing from a mall written all over you." Drake says as he squeezes her hand as they head for the doors of the mall, stepping through as they swish open to blast them with warm air and holiday music. "Hell, even I used to steal from the mall when I was younger and on the streets. Socks was my thing. Always need good socks."

June Connor has posed:
    "Socks?" June makes a face. "I mean, yeah, good socks are important. Those running ones the Champs sell are awesome." She looks around at the Christmas regalia, "Ugh, I hate Christmas." Figures she would be a grinch.

Slipstream has posed:
"Socks, definitely. You get sick the most through your feet. They teach you that at war. Always double up your socks if you are out on the streets. Moisture will cause fungus and can hurt you if untreated. So socks and shoes were priority number one for me." Drake says as he looks about, then back to her. "You don't like Christmas? Why not?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Eh," June says, "Everyone faking like the world is a wonderful place, spending money they don't got to make other people like them, just seems so fake. I mean, what are we /really/ celebrating? That everyone's a fake bastard? Besides that, it ruins my birthday."

Slipstream has posed:
"We are celebrating time to spend together with those that love you." Drake says as he squeezes her hand again. "Wanna spend Christmas with me then? We can fly anywhere you want and just do a long weekend. Tokyo, Seoul, London, um... wherever. We will have fun. No ninjas, no fungus monsters. Just you and me and going sight seeing. I can show you around Tokyo and Seoul, but I only been to London once for a marketing thingy so I'd love to go there. Paris?"

June Connor has posed:
    June laughs, "Yeah, like I could get a passport," she says. "Why you gotta do that? The whole doting thing? Like you gotta buy me a bunch of shit and take me out to dinner and all that. Like we're in some romantic movie or something."

Slipstream has posed:
".. I can get you a passport." Drake says with a furrow of his brows. "I mean, I'm sorta Tony Stark's teammate. The guy literally saves the world every three days. Getting you Shield clearance or something is probably something he can do from his smart watch." His face falls a bit at her next words. ".. Okay. Sorry.." He says as his hand slips away from hers, then jerks his head to an outdoors store, heading in that direction.

June Connor has posed:
    "Right...I think a few things might come up if we did that. I dunno, I think I better just stay in the country right now. Plus, I should be here in case something goes down with the Hand, y'know?" She shrugs, placing the newly freed hand in her pocket. She glances at his indication, and follows.

Slipstream has posed:
"Sure, whatever you wanna do, June. We don't have to go on a vacation together. We gotta be full time superheroes. Robots." Drake says as he heads into the store and down the jacket aisle to fish through some styles. "I'll stop doting on you too if you want me to."

June Connor has posed:
    "Dammit Drake," June says, following after him. "You're makin' me a feel like an asshole. I just don't know what to do with all this shit. Never had anyone act like this when I dated them. It feels weird, like I'm some kid that has to be cared for, most guys don't do that stuff." Well, none of the ones she's ever been with.

Slipstream has posed:
"And you're making me feel like a chump, like I'm not allowed to spoil my girl, and show her a good time. You don't got to be a brick wall all the time. Most guys /do/ this kind of stuff, if they are gentlemen, and they know what's good for them. You're my girlfriend, the woman I'm in love with." Drake says as he turns to her, hands shoved into his bomber jacket. "I'm not doing this for any reason but to make you happy. It's okay to enjoy it. Maybe you don't like romantic movies because it's cheesy, but I like a little bit of cheese once in awhile. As much as I love punching bad guys in the face with you, I want to be able to hold you in my arms and watch TV and just /breathe/ without looking over my shoulder. You can do that with me. You just.. just trust me.. I'm not going to fuck this up. I promise you. I won't. This is real here."

June Connor has posed:
    June nods, like a kid who has been scolded by her parents, she doesn't make eye contact. "Okay, sorry," she confesses hesitantly. "I'll try not to be an asshole." She glances at the racks of coats, and grabs a brown coat with a faux fur lining in the hood. "How about this one?"

Slipstream has posed:
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Drake lets out a breath he was holding, then sighs. "That looks awesome. You'll look smoking in it." He says with a smile to her as if to try and push away the funk of two seconds ago.