6592/Checking a pull box

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Checking a pull box
Date of Scene: 21 February 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: An awkward meeting at a comic shop.
Cast of Characters: Souvenir, Ms. Marvel




Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir is at the comic shop, checking through miniatures and paint, apparently looking for something specific. She frowns, glances around, then looks back at the front counter, where they are checking something. Uncomfortable. A bit nervous. A bit worried that if it was somewhere she wasn't at as often, she might get pegged as a shoplifter.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Kamala had hoped, maybe, she would be visiting more often. But after what happened a few nights ago, the girl hasn't been of sorts. Her appearance at the comic book shop may be a surprise. But arrive she does. Her hair is tucked underneath her scarf, her jacket pulled around her, but there's no denying that she is Kamala by her colorful leggings, pants, and the bangles around her wrists as she approaches the counter. "Hi. I uhm, had asked to have some comics set up in a pull box. I don't know if I'm going to be up this way as much, so.. is everything okay?" she asks, looking between the ones checking behind the counter.

Souvenir has posed:
The girl behind the counter nods and goes checking for the box. "I'll check that. What name was that under? We just got a shipment, so some of the boxes aren't full yet."

Erika Kristasdottir hears a familiar voice and prowls that way quietly, smiling some, until she gets right behind you. "Hey you! I've been meaning to talk to you!"

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Kamala. Kamala Khan. I was looking for some old issues.." she starts to say then when she hears the voice behind her, Kamala nearly jumps out of her skin. But she turns when she hears Erika and she offers a smile - she can't help herself. "Hey. Well you can always text or call!" she chides, somewhat playfully as she fidgets with one of her bangles. "Yeah. We should probably talk."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah! I tried! just.."

..Just she kept deleting it over and over because she wasn't sure what to write.

"..I probably didn't send it or something. Things have been weird. yeah. I guess." She slumps a bit. She feels like bottled essence of walking into class without having done homework and seeing 'quiz' on the board.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Yeah. Weird's a good word." Kamala reaches down, gripping her own wrist as she completely balks for a moment. "Sorry for totally bailing the other night. I didn't know she was someone you know, and then /that/ happened..." she's having a hard time even addressing it. "...and I just panicked." The young woman lets out a breath as she closes her eyes. "I hope you got everything soothed over?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, she was alumni, and I didn't know her know her? But like.. I have a good idea how it has to feel to have people freak out from doing something like that..." Primal Erika fear number one.

"And I'm sorry, but like.. Lady B probably hates us both now. I kind of jumped down her throat a little." She winces a lot. "I mean, I feel like I'm *such* a bad influence."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"It's okay.. sometimes, you put someone on a pedestal, and you know.. not exactly what you expected." Kamala starts to say. "Did I tell you??" she suddenly asks, looking to you again and then there's just a hint of happiness in her brown eyes. "I met Princess Diana the other day! That was /so/ awesome."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "I saw! How was it? I can't imagine meeting her, I'm not, you know. Cool like you are. What did you talk about?" She grins and fidgets a little bit with her fingers, then starts moving slowly around the store, glancing here and there.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"It was pretty awesome. I didn't get a chance to talk long, but we set a time to talk again. Maybe you can come with me...?" And the Kamala stops, realizing what she suggested and sighs, letting out her breath as she deflates and looks to Erika. "You're plenty cool. I keep telling you that. And we're still going to be friends." There's a momentary thought of disappointment, but she's shoving that out of her head. She needs you to be a friend, Kamala reminds herself.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir uhms... "Maybe! I don't know, just feeling a little bit like, not quite sure who I am lately, kind've. Out of it."

She pinks a little bit on her cheeks. "I don't know WHAT I want sometimes." She sighs. "Like, just lots of 'No, that's not quite what I mean..' Maybe you can help me figure out something to read that looks like me or something? Because I'm just totally lost."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"You're Erika Kristasdottir." Kamala says, lifting her gaze to meet your eyes. "And from the moment I've met you, you've been nothing but amazing to me. We shared meals together, we hung out. We've had an awesome adventure. You sell yourself short, but, I know better."

After a few moments of thought, Kamala's bare fingers touch Erika's cheek for a moment, careful to keep anything else from touching. "You're amazing." she says quietly. "And I'm not going to be able to find something to read that matches up with how great you are." And she's doing it again, and realizing it. "I should probably go."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blushes and blinks. "...Please don't." She sighs, flustered a bit. "Stay here. I need more than 'Great'. Okay? I can totally be cool with being awesome, just like.. Right now I'm not sure who it is that's awesome or why."

She sighs deeply. "I feel like.. like I just found out I'm like.. the Chosen Fluxnarb of Googlefritz. Where the hell is Googlefritz, what's a Fluxnarb, and how did they choose one? And like, what am I supposed to do about it? You know?"

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"You think I know? I'm just as lost as you are. I just know I want to help people." Kamala admits quietly, shrugging her shoulders as she lowers her hand. "And that's what you're trying to do as well. You're looking to figure out all the big things, and the first thing you should be asking yourself is.. who is Souvenir?" Her voice is quiet, loud enough not to carry to the others, but shared between them.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "Yeah, I haven't figured that part out. Like, do I want to be like, a Robin Hood ripoff? Or what? I mean, I don't even really have a mission statement? Or anything? I mean, at this point? I feel like I'm pretty much aiming for something in the chaotic good range? Except none of that quite feels right, either."

"And then, there's, you know." She looks away awkwardly. "You."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Me." Kamala sighs. When she looks away, she may read it as Erika is pulling away. "I take it I don't feel quite right in your world either? I mean, that's totally okay." she responds, putting on a brave front. "I think you need to ignore what everyone else wants - and concentrate on what makes you who you are."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir sighs some. "Yeah, that's the confusing part. Like, the words don't fit right. I don't know how to fix that."

She frowns deeper. "I know I'm super confusing to you, and like, it's even worse on my end, okay? Because like.. I have like two or three words and they're all wrong. And you might not want to settle for whatever the word that would fit is, and I don't want you to hate me because.. because I'm like, broken or something and I can't be everything you want me to be."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"I'm not asking you to be anything, Erika." Kamala looks completely confused by what she's being told as she blows out a breath, looking thoughtful for a moment. Then she gets an idea. Heading over to the counter, she asks for a couple of items. It takes them a few moments to find them - but she returns finally with a pair of scissors and a rubber band. "I can't like.. make you a friendship bracelet or anything like that because you know, your thing." she murmurs. Reaching up, she takes some of her hair, and grows it just a little, before tieing it off. Then she reaches up with the scissors and snips it. When it snaps back, it may not look exactly right, but she holds out the lock of hair to her. She'll heal - the hair will return. "I don't hate you. I'm confused too. Everything I know says that I shouldn't. But.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir sighs. "Yeah, I get that." She takes the hair and looks at it with some confusion for a little bit, then glances around and on the spur of the moment leans over to give you a brief peck on the lips.

She looks around awkwardly. "I have to go. I'm just.. I don't know what to call this yet. And like.." she checks her phone. "I really have to go." She blushes. A lot, and waves shyly.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
The peck on the lips is a surprise. And Kamala doesn't have time to return it. As much as she may realize she want to. "Oh.. okay." she says, reaching to touch your hand for a moment, squeezing their fingers together before releasing so she can go.

Dumbfounded, she goes to the counter to get to her comic books. "Do you still want to close your box?" one of the cashiers ask.

"I.. uh. No." she manages in a weak voice.