6557/School Night

School Night
Date of Scene:	18 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lady Blackhawk, Souvenir, Ms. Marvel, Meggan

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Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    It's five thirty, it's cold and drizzly. It's shit weather, but hey at least it's quiet out here. Granted Vernon is quiet because of god knows how many people had their homes taken by the bank, there are whole empty neighborhoods if you know where to look. Not enough loose cash to support much of a drug trade, and not much to rob out here. If you want a chill place to grab lunch, see a movie at half price or visit what feels like an improbable amount of strip malls though?

    I mean it's not what god Zinda down here, no there was a guy who had a plane to sell of all things. Not the whole thing mind, it'd been under restoration in better times but now it lived in a storage facility. Not too many P-51H airframes left in the world, none flying of course. She listens to the man's story, because there is -always- a story about a half restored anything. Then well she forks over the cash, arrangements made for pickup and all the boring logistical junk that goes into rescues like this.

    As such things take time, well Zinda pauses by her Lincoln for a moment before tucking her hands in her jacket pockets and strolling on. Down a few quiet back alleys towards a nearby strip mall, because hey strip mall chinese food is -exactly- what she's after. If she's aware of the guy trailing after her with a metal pipe in his hand? Yeah she ain't lettin on...

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir went and got the suit someone had given to her. And got a color changed. And threw on a long, plain black skirt, long enough to hide the weirdness of the boots underneath, and a grey hoodie. The gloves are a constant, though. And she had to go with her friend to catch a monorail closer to home. She offered to go farther, but that would have her out awfully late.

Her footsteps ave very, very quiet. She's practicing. It's also a distraction from being close by. But she's keeping an eye out, too. Noticing the people approaching along a side street, she gives a sudden sharp squeeze to her companion's hand suddenly, then murmurs softly, "guy over there has a pipe." At the corner, she stops just out of the line of sight of both. "ideas?"

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Ms. Marvel was trying to be stealthy. She knows that Souvenir prefers the stealth approach. The young heroine is in her polymer suit, the gold lightning bolt standing out on the blue field as the scarf flows around her neck. It's all really heroic looking. Supposedly.

"I swear, that's her.." she's gushing to her companion. "I've watched old news reels from the Blackhawks in World War II, and she looks /just like her/. She's like Captain America. You know, from that time. It was all so romantic." She sighs - she's probably shipping Zinda Rogers in her head. You never know with her.

Though when her hand is grabbed, Marvel's thoughts are snapped out of twenty different writing prompts that would put Zinda and Steve in a scene together as she looks towards the guy and then back to Souvenir. "Yes. It's called being heroic!" she says.

She's not going to let the blonde woman get mugged with the pipe. Just as he's moving to start his attack, suddenly there's a cry from /behind him/ "Embiggened Fists of Justice!" Ms. Marvel cries as she comes up behind the would be mugger, her hands over her head - and they are /huge/ and glowing brightly. "Surprise attack on the surprise attacker!"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    He tries to, well process it all. He freezes, which is an understandable. It's not much of a fight really, just an "attitude adjustment". Poor guy, never even had a chance to up his monologue game or get a radical outfit.

    Further yonder there down the alley, well Zinda wasn't quite so asleep at the wheel it seems. Half turned, pistol half drawn and she grinds to a halt for a moment there. Eyebrows raised, because well. Surprise attack indeed, right? "I reckon, that's a splash there ace."That sultry Alabama drawl, the hair, the skirt of improbable brevity? Who the hell else could it ever be, especially in this weather.

    "Ya'll must be girl scouts, right? Come round to get'cher crime fightin badges?"She eases that smoke wagon back into it's holster before offering the sort've smile that can boost navy recruitment by twenty percent, it's memorable to say the least. "Thanks for the save there girls, didn't even know we had capes out'ere or I'd have poked'round to say hello."Peering after that would be mugger for a moment, before kicking that pipe away. "I'm Zinda Blake by the by, but most folks call me?"And here it comes everyone! "The Lady Blackhawk."

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir yeeps. Yeah, definitely knows why a couple of her teachers don't get along now. Quick costume adjustment. And..

..wait, mugging isn't her wheelhouse, but maybe she should check for a partner here. Is this a chokepoint? Is that guy big enough that he figures he can work alone? She figures her glowy friend with the giganto hands can deal with one guy with a pipe, right?

She slips in and prowls toward where she would guess his partner would be, if he has one, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Maybe she can get a jump on the guy. If he exists. Since he's probably about to try to run away if so. She'll get back to the meet and greet as soon as she satisfies her spot of overcaution.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Taking down the hoodlum, Kamala was all proud of herself, that is until Zinda starts to speak, she feels herself start to deflate a little bit. "Maybe I should post on instapost - you know 'patrolling here from x to y." she murmurs. And Souvenir will notice it - when she's deflated - she's really deflating. She even seems smaller. Like she's shrinking away from it all.

Then she mentions who she is. "I knew it!" she says, excitement trying to find it's way back into her voice. "You're the Lady Blackhawk? From World War II? The one that somehow showed up in the now - I mean, Captain America was in an iceberg, but were you really in a top secret mission?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    There are a few scene kids smoking pot across the street, but yeah that was a solo mugging it would seem. Coast does indeed, seem to be clear.

    "Guilty as charged, nice to meet you girls. Afraid ya'll got me at a mighty disadvantage, I'm still learnin all the new Uniforms."Zinda steps foreward, offering a hand over. "Well a top secret mission, naw. Egg heads tell me it was some sort of, temporal tear. One minute fightin zeroes off the coast of Japan, and then boom here we are. Still tryna get them cooks writin the history books to get it right, nevermind them movies."Theres a pause there before nodding softly.

    "Hey you girls hungry, how about you cover my six and the Chinese is on me? I'd offer better vittles, but we ain't exactly spoiled for choice out'ere."And a little shrug at that, as she stuffs her hands back in those jacket pockets in an easy slouch.

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir blinks. "Sure.. I'm good with chinese, um.." She looks over at Ms. Marvel, since she's the one with the dietary restrictions. "If it's okay with her, that is."

She kind of nods her head blankly at the whole explanation. This is not her area of expertise, and she's sure M.M. is going to be gushing and geeking out in mere moments and filling her in anyways.

"I'm Souvenir. Still deciding on work clothes. Not usually out and about much. It's nice to meet you, um.. whichever one of those names you like most right now?"

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"I'm Ms. Marvel." Kamala offers, "Oooh. Temporal tear. I'll have to update my whole webpage on that idea!" she admits with a blush as the other girl points out her dietary restrictions. "No pork." she says finally, a smile towards Souvenir. "And I fast on Fridays." Then she sees her friend's blank expression.

"You know how they always talk about Captain America? Ice, seventy years and all that?" she asks, looking from Zinda to Erika and back. "...he's not the only hero from the era. This is Lady Blackhawk - of the famous Blackhawks squadron!" she gushes, as predicted.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "A pleasure Souvenir, like the callsign there. The outfit takes awhile, not everyone gets lucky their first few go-arounds. I just got lucky, had a uniform and all."Zinda offers a wee nod there, nodding back yonder towards that Chinese joint."Well I don't reckon we can do halal out'ere, but no pork should be easy enough."

    "Cap's a sweetheart, deserves the press more than I do for sure. I mean he's a proper hero, fights crime and all that. I'm just a fighter pilot with a short skirt, and a mercenary to boot remember. I know the books like to make it out like I was some sort've costumed heroine before the war, but I just knew a bunch of them folks. I guess folks got them old photos all twisted round, Lady Fear twisted all sorts of crazy tales after I was gone. Girl was bad news, lemmie tell ya."Shouldering open the door to that hole in the wall, before holding it for her costumed lunch-guests.

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir smiles and blushes. "Thanks..." She bows her head some and slips inside, careful of where she steps. She hmms, looking around, and clears the way for the others. Definitely being taught the cautious approach. "I thought about learning to fly, but I couldn't fit it on my schedule yet. I'm not really a fighter pilot sort of girl usually, anyhow..."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"You'd probably be an awesome fighter pilot, Souvenir." Mala offers cheerfully to Erika, before her attention turns to Zinda. She arches a brow for a moment. And then she speaks. It's quiet, but deliberate. "When I was young, I was told all about how the world judges people based on history, and how it's written. And it paints pictures that sometimes aren't warranted. Like that skin color or mutation dictates if a person is good or bad. Worthy or not."

"You were one of the first female pilots that took on the role of a combat pilot. The /first/. You blazed the trail for thousands of young girls that would step away from their molds, because you decided to shatter yours. You inspired women to not be afraid. To be anything. Not just a midwife or a mother. But pilots, soliders, astronauts.." a glance to herself. "..superheroes."

"You reminded them and showed them that they should not be ashamed of themselves for who they are, what they do, or who they love. And I think that's the most awesome thing ever." she says firmly.

And then she realizes exactly what she did and the young woman demurs. "But that's just my thoughts on the matter."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    Zinda finds a table, before slouching into a chair. "Well, hey no joke. You ever wanna learn to fly, you give your old aunt Zinda a call alright? I may not have the time for basic flight instruction, but I'm happy to say the right words to the right folks. Ya'll puttin on the gear and goin on sortie to keep folks safe, least I can do way I figure."Zinda flags down a waiter for, well a beer of course aaand Orange Chicken.

    Then though, well it starts gettin right serious. "First, female fighter pilot."She corrects, because well thats the one that counts. "The rest well, I'd be a liar if I said I did any of that for big high ideals. I did it, because folks told me not to. I mean I got yelled at for wearing a skirt that showed my ankles, so well.."Zinda clears her throat. "It's been a right surprise coming back, seein things unfold that way. I'm glad I did somethin right, sides killin the right people."

    "So I'll clue ya'll in on somethin, give you a clearer picture of what was goin on in 39' when I bailed and went to North Africa."Zinda shifts, producing her phone and googling up. Well they're grainy photos, scans of old newspapers. "Blake Zinder, Winner of the 1937 Bendix Air race." She offers the phone over all the same. Goggles and a heavy leather jacket, it's hard to make a face out. The fact they've bent a trophy girl over backwards in a kiss, doesn't hurt. "Well in 1937, they weren't issuin licenses for no women to fly much less race. So I got creative, and I didn't hate it. Took forever to grow my hair back out though."And a pause, as she clears her throat. "Made it much easier to take a girl I fancied to a bar, without gettin all manner of trouble. I left, with a warrant out for "Indecent activies". Thats what they called it back then, a brave woman? She'd have stayed and fought, I ran off to go hide in the war."Bombs, dropped.

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir blinks. Pinks. Blushes. Holycrap and this is why M. M. wears the bright, patriotic outfit and she doesn't. Because she makes inspiring speeches about how great and noble and historic people are, and Souvenir? Is plummeting rather decidedly away from the 'lawful' side of the equation, by her measure anyways. She suddenly feels very self-conscious and checks a pocket awkwardly. One of her badges of I-don't-deserve-to-be-at-this-table.

She bites her lip and listens, tilting her head and glancing over the menu a little bit on the side. She gets a little bit awkward at the end though. That bit is a little unsettling to picture. And it goes down a whole rabbit hole of nope. The menu gets put down.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
As Zinda explains things, Kamala's own cheeks darken - the dark skinned girl's skin darkening in degrees. And she sees Souvenier retreating a little, she gives her friend a little nudge with her shoulder to cloth shoulder.

She draws in a little breath. "That's terrible. A lot of that is terrible. And it's sad that you had to go through all of that. But."

"Things like that paved the way. Just because Rosa Parks stayed on the bus and you ran away doesn't make you anymore special than she was. Your actions, your words - what you did - they are what made you you. And what you did still inspired, regardless." She blows out her breath.

"But it is important to know the whole story. But that's what it is. The past. The /way/ past. This is the present. Noone's going to bat a lash if you kiss a girl you like now. Noone is going to scoff at the length of your skirt. This is a present you helped to create. And.." she pauses, as if searching for her words.

"I'm just glad to meet someone that helped mould it. Everyone may talk about Captain America punching Hitler - but as noble as that all is, sometimes, it's the gritty stories that are the most important."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Well, I'm glad I could help in my own way. I'm usually the ones givin speeches these days, but I won't pretend it's unwelcome to hear a girl who's got her head on straight tell me like it is."Zinda offers that smile, offering a hand. "Now knock that off, alright? You two are the costumed super heroines, saving little old Zinda Blake from terrifying evils in the alley. Hell first Costumed heroes to ever save me, theres a first you can notch on your belt. Right?"

    And well, she clears her throat. Happily accepting that beer with a concerned glance at the label. "Now You saved me, we're breakin bread together. We're all friends, so you stop that. Ain't like I could ever do what ya'll do, don't be down on yourselves. We're just friends here, alright?"

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir ums, still feeling far, far out of her depths. So far that she's a little bit embarrassed just by the word 'heroine' right now. "I.. I don't deserve this." She looks at the table, straight up embarrassed.

"I didn't do anything to get the stuff I do, I haven't saved anybody but myself, the only real fight I've ever been in went really south and I was crying for weeks, people don't trust me, and soon I don't think anybody is going to trust me enough to be anywhere close to me. I'm not super strong, I'm not super fast, and, like..."

She winces. "I just don't feel like I'm ever going to be worthy to even sit with you two. You're, like, all truth and justice and stuff." Her eyes get kind of wet.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"You're my friend, Souevnir." Kamala offers gently. She looks over at Erika, her glance is one of compassion, worry, and perhaps something else that the girl isn't daring to let on to. As Erika starts to get wet eyes, the younger Marvel reaches up to wipe her finger at her friend's eyes. "None of that." she gently chides.

"You are stealthy cool. Kinda like Batgirl. You can learn skills with a touch, something I could never do, and you have all types of things that I wish I could have. In a way, we're a lot the same, we can copycat. But we're both wanting to be originals. And that's what makes you awesome. Because you already are."

Her attention turns to Zinda, and she glances down, kind of embarassed suddenly as she glances at the drink, and then decides to down her ice water.

Meggan has posed:
A brisk wind blows in, accompanied sort of oddly by the scents of spring, as the hooded figure enters. As the door closes behind her, Meggan saunters up to the 'PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED' sign and surveys the room, pulling her hood down and letting her hair cascade free from inside it. She bounces on the balls of her feet, not really anxious, but trying to catch sight of a hostess, see if there is a buffet, perhaps locate anyone she knows, and of course the sooner she is seated, the sooner she can eat. Food is important, it is like one of the essential needs and urges of life, along with breathing, shelter, reproduction, water, learning, fun, pleasure, and gossip.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "You're not supposed to have it figured out yet, it doesn't work that way. You're supposed to feel a little lost, I promise."Snagging her chopsticks and getting after it, because well she's been plane shopping all damned day. Girl needs her chow, yaknow? "It takes awhile usually, thats normal. Some people just know, day one they know how it goes and boom. Cap was that way, Ms Marvel here seems to be that way. Hell I took years, I still don't feel like I have my shit together. Which is why I hang around Cap' when I can, it's good to find a lighthouse. Keeps you from smashing yourself against the rocks, yeah? It'll come, promise."

    Theres genuine concern of course, because well Zinda's nothing if not sincere. A little tinge of helplessness, because she's never been the comforting type. Also Lykke Li's "Little Bit", is absolutely stuck in her head on repeat. Like no she's going to have to get it on Itunes or something before she goes insane.

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir sighs. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be making a scene." She bites her lip. A waiter wanders by, and she pauses to point at the fried rice dish, smiling weakly at him.

"I guess.. It's just like, I'm surrounded by paladins, and I'm so not one. I need some better role models. Mine just make me feel bad." She sighs some and glances up at the new arrival. Her eyes flick up to, um, new arrival. She doesn't look like she fits here, and she's not sure why. It weighs on her a little bit. She glances at M. M. a moment and bites her lips. This whole day has just felt kind of surreal.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"I'm not a paladin. Already told you, I'm a monk." Kamala is trying her best here to cheer up her friend - the young woman notices Meggan and she's drawn there for a moment. "Wow. She really is pretty." she murmurs, shaking her head before she gives Souvenir a reassurning smile and then turns her attention to Zinda, and she's all types of blushing. "I'm nowhere near as neat as Captain America as far as all of that stuff goes.. I mean, he's Captain America!"

Meggan has posed:
    As the waitstaff begins to lead the British Mutant to a seat, there is a shift in Meggan, she doesn't really register what has come over her, she just pivots in midstride, sauntering right up to Souvenir, and prepares to more than comfort the Icelandic Mutant. If Souvenir thought the day was surreal before, she might not completely surprised by what is happening, but still...

    Tears are already in Meggan's brown eyes (brown? They were blue before...), her hair shortening and darkening a bit as she leans in to hug the other girl, "Never be ashamed of who and what you are. You have to love yourself as others love you." her accent still British, but her voice sounds almost like Kamala's with the accent, and then she leans in closer to kiss Erika as Meggan's skin actually darkens to the same Shade as Ms. Marvel's. It is only a brief, albeit more than friendly kiss, before Meggan catches herself, her skin rapidly shifting back to is shimmering more light golden tanned tone, though her cheeks are flushed quite brightly, "I... I am so sorry. I don't know who... I mean what came over me. I... yes... you should still not be ashamed of who and what you are. Be proud of what makes you special. I should go... that was... so not me." her voice completely her own, as is her own shame, both in what she just did and in her own inner hypocricy, as she hides her own issues with who and what she is, but has the audacity to tell others they should move above their own. As quickly as she turned to comfort Souvenir, she turns to flee, but this time ends up being so confused she walks into the empty table nearby instead of away.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    Zinda incidentally, missed out on D&D. So the talk of Paladins and Monks is confusing, but she tries to follow along. Yet another pop culture reference she was going to have to investigate, another time. She's just taking a bite of her chicken, when shit gets wild. Frozen as the spectacle unfolds, before well. This is some mutant stuff, obviously...maybe. See things are so much simpler in a bar, there would be fighting by now. Instead, slowly she lowers that chicken and clears her throat. Casually shifting chopsticks from right hand to left, before fixing her gaze on Meggan. "I think a little space is best, yes. Do you need me to call somone for you, dear?"Right hand settling quietly in her lap.

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir blanks out in horror. She murmurs into a microphone, "Can somebody tell me something I don't know? Nevermind. Am I really in the nurse's office? Did I touch that kite on accident?" She looks around her. Stops, Sniffs at the air. Can she smell three things? She picks up a fork and raps it hard against the back of her gloved hand. Slowly pulls out her phone. Checks the time. Slowly turns the phone away. Turns it back and checks it. Murmurs into the com again. Looks around in profound creep out mode.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Speaking of horrified? When Meggan takes on /her/ appearance, the shapeshifter is more than a little freaked out. Especially when she makes a move on Erika. Kamala sits there for several moments, looking awkwardly at the table. She should say something. She should be inspiring or something.

But she has nothing. She saw what happened earlier in the day when she got close to Souvenir. She was trying to keep that distance. And then. That. And the girl just stands up. "IshouldgoIhavecurfewandstuffinthemorning." she offers in rapid fire before she's suddenly not able to bolt out of the restaraunt fast enough to get home and hide.

Meggan has posed:
How do you explain that you have never learned to filter out other people's emotioms, and that when caught off guard by strong, deep, and especially bottled up emotions, you can't always maintain control? Meggan looks at Zinda, then at Souvenir, then back at the bolting and babbling girl, her accent shifts from the posh British she usually maintains to a more odd mix of Piker, Cockney, and Liverpool, "Aw, nah, I wasn't meaning nothing by that. I... I just sometimes feel to much of what others people are feeling. That wasn't me, really. I'm sorry, I just came fer the Dragon and Phoenix Coconut Curry Shrimp and Lo Mein Noodles. I didn't mean to intrude." she tries to fly ahead of Miss Marvel, "I'm sorry I kissed your girlfriend, I wasn't trying to take her from you. I don't usually even go in for other girls. More into Big Muscular Guys, or more Devilishly Charming Imp and/or Elf Types. Please... please don't run off." she tries to smooth things over, "Let me do something to fix this. I got a good paycheck off my last gig, let me pay for your meals?" trying to project calm that she isn't quite feeling herself.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    It's like watching a train filled with puppies and kittens, burst into flame before derailing into the bomb factory...off a cliff. Zinda just gapes for a moment, horrified by extention and she says by reflex the first thing that pops into her head. "Fuck." Gaze swiveling to lock onto Souvenir, before lifting a finger. "Hey, hey look at me. Hang in there alright? This is getting to dangerous levels of awkward for everyone, alright?"Hell she feels awkward and she's hardly even involved. Still, she feels obliged to do -something-.

    So she rises, drains that beer bottle in record time and pitches a wad of bills on the table. Then she gets moving, pulls on a pair of neat black leather gloves and pushes her jacket sleeves up. "Hey, Limey? You keep talkin, and I'm thinkin I'm gonna feel it necessary to hurt ya'lls feelings in a real immediate way here. You got me chief? Now why don't you go, anywhere but here?"Now comes the anger...

Souvenir has posed:
That last bit of commentary from Meggan (the bit about her being M's 'girlfriend') makes her want to either stick her cheek on the floor and China Syndrome her way to the center of the earth, or start running at top speed. Forever. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Souvenir has dealt with Rachel. She's watched Laura's nose twitch meaningfully at things. She's sure this is how people feel around her. "Okay. That makes sense. Crap. This is how people feel around me, isn't it? Everybody is afraid I'm going to do that to them all of a sudden." She slumps a bit, saddened.

She rises, forcing herself to be calm, and walks over to Meggan, holding out her gloved hand. "Are you okay? You just surprised me. I think I can handle this now that I know what's going on, okay?" She steps in between Meggan and Zinda, protectively. "..She's like me. I have to help her." She looks at the fleeing Ms. M. awkwardly. "I have to help her." or at least, Souvenir has to. Ms. M is forgiven for bugging out.

Meggan has posed:
Looking back, Meggan is about to reply something snarky to Zinda, possibly even mirroring Zinda's own defensiveness, but Souvenir steps in, and Meggan does her own ritual. She closes her eyes, which were still brown, and when she opens them, they are back to their sparkling blues, she slowly exhales, floating to the floor, and takes the offered hand, "I am so sorry, I usually can handle small crowds of people's emotions, but when people are feeling something strongly, I sometimes get overwhelmed with what they are feeling. Surpressed feelings are the worse, because they've been bottled up and I feel like I'm drowning in them." she pauses, "No offense was meant, I share in the sentiment of comforting. I... just should not have let myself intrude, and I definitely should not have let myself get washed away in her deep feelings for you."

Meggan also takes a moment to look back, perhaps hoping Ms. Marvel will have heard her attempts to smooth the situation, and will return shortly, once she has had time to cool down and process. She looks to Zinda, "I can still go. I really just heard they have an amazing curry specialty dish, and I just got paid for a gig, so I had extra money to splurge on something special. I am so sorry if I offended you." she pauses, "And if you want to hurt my feelings, the best way is just to feel hurt, like you already are. I literally can feel your pain, her pain, and everyone here's uncomfortable awkwardness." her accent getting a little more posh again, "Guess I need to go back to school and get more practice. I thought I had a handle on it, but guess not."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I get right uncomfortable with havin folks private thoughts broadcast, When they're mine my opinion on the matter really doesn't improve."Still, Souvenir stops her short. She gives the young woman a long look, before inhaling slowly. Gloved hands lifting, and she takes a step back. "One good turn darlin, I'll run whatever play you call."Not that she's happy, because she isn't. Easing back against the front of the joint to dip her head and get a cigarette lit.

    "Ya'll forgive me if I'm a little gunshy darlin, I ain't had good experiences with folks getting between my ears. Call me if you need anything, yeah?"Business card offered to Souvenir, of course. "I ought to get back to work anyhow."

Souvenir has posed:
Souvenir squeezes Meggan's hand reassuringly through her gloves. "No no, no no, I am not apologizing for being born, and neither are you. I know what to expect now, if you have to give me both barrels, do it." Super defensive and angry, because damn it, it's not fair, Meggan shouldn't have to lock herself up for everybody's comfort. Neither should she. Screw. That.

She glares at Zinda at the 'gunshy' comment. "Then obviously, we don't get along." She takes the card anyway, and slips it into her bag, nodding. To Meggan, "As of right now, you're my new BFF. What do you want to do?"

Meggan has posed:
It is only now that Meggan realizes who she is being threatened by, "Wait? Aren't you The Lady Blackhawk? I saw a BBC Docudrama about the Blackhawks. Didn't you vanish into a timey-wimey portal while fighting the Japs or something? You were so Posh. They even did a Doctor Who Episode back in 2020 about you and Amelia Earhart helping the Doctor." She pauses and blushes at being called Souvenir's best friend, but smiles, "I'm Meggan. It is nice to meet you." she tries to decide if she should apologise to Zinda, one more time, but since no one else feels apologetic, she decides simply to clarify, "I don't really read thought, at least not unless someone is completely heart on their sleeve. I just am a sponge for feelings, good, bad, in between, love, hate, confusion, anxiety, confidence, insecurity. I don't know how to filter it out, only usually I ride the currents and swim against the tide until it passes, but sometimes I get hit by a tidal wave and lose myself. As my new BFF says, I shouldn't have to become a shut in to shield others' from their own biases, I already spent he majority of my life having to do that because of my family's issues. Why should I have to hide who I am because someone else might be offended by my origins, my identity, my appearance, or my feelings... or their own feelings which I mirror? I'm here, I'm like a mirror, deal with it." yup... she told off the Awesome Lady Blackhawk, who probably helped pave the way for women's equality... but she won't realize that til much later.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Apparently not, pity."Zinda returns to Souvenir. Meggan gets a glare, but well she doesn't say anything at least. She shoves her gloved hands into her jacket pockets, pivots on a heel and heads right back the way she came. Puffing on her cigarette as she goes, pondering where the nearest bar might be hidden.