6632/Star-sparkling Burgers

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Star-sparkling Burgers
Date of Scene: 23 February 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Erika meets up with Kamala, Andrea Jackson, and Lorna Dane after a visit with her parents.
Cast of Characters: Souvenir, Ms. Marvel, Rage, Polaris




Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir made her way back home to take care of some things. Well, in this case, she hitched a ride here with someone. Getting back isn't quite hammered out. She stopped by home, visited a bit. It was an okay visit. Then she made her way back into downtown and sent a text to meet up at the burger place. She's a little bit blah as she flops into a booth and pokes at it with a straw.

She's in her usual, yellow and black plain flannel shirt work open over a baggy yellow T-shirt, black jeggings, studded belt. Black purse of doom.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
It doesn't take Kamala long at all to arrive at the restaurant. She just had to tell her parents she was heading out to meet a friend. They don't need to know - especially since she doesn't even know yet. She's wearing her Captain America styled sweater today with her jacket and a pair of jeans as she arrives at the burger joint. Finding Erika easily enough, she moves over to drop into the booth across from her and leans back into it. "Oooh. Are we attacking the gazebo?" she asks teasingly. "I don't think that straw's going to do much for your THAC0."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir smiles a bit and checks her phone. Still plenty of time before the sun sets. "Hey. Yeah, it's more of a ray attack. What's up?" She pokes with the straw a bit more, sighing a bit.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Oh, you know, the usual. Classes. Heroing. The whole dreaded term paper beast I don't want to face yet." she says, Kamala beaming a smile across the table. That is until she sees Erika's mood. And concern creases her features. She sits up a little more straighter in the booth and folds her hands in front of her, brown eyes settling on her friend. "...what's up?" she asks quietly. "You're giving off a total 'we need to talk' vibe."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir sighs. "I'm just kind of frustrated with my parents right now. They're super supportive of me, and they had a bunch of stuff to say about how they were proud of me for hanging out with good moral people. Oh, and they had like four boxes of stuff in the living room getting ready for processing, so they're like, total hypocrites."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"What do you mean hypocrites?" Kamala asks curiously. Erika's never opened up about her family before, but she wants to listen. And she wants to support. It's what a good friend is supposed to do. "Four boxes of stuff? What kind of stuff?" comes the clueless little question as the waitress comes by. "I'll have a double burger. And a chocolate shake."

Rage has posed:
After getting an S.O.S from Erika on her phone, Andrea, who was just finishing up a round in the Danger Room of a simulation which was just a forest for her to run about in, she showered and managed to convince Lorna Dane of all people to tag along with her on a trip to Sunnydale. One of those: 'Hey, I'm about to drop a few grand at their local mall, I could use an opinion on a swim suit and maybe some skinny jeans, you wanna tag along?'

Out front rolls a large, black Land Rover with barely legal tinted windows. It's designed to hold up to ten people and looks heavily fortified. This vehicle is surely bullet proofed as well if one was an expert of noticing such details of an armored car. Out from the driver's side comes a large man dressed in a full black suit and raybans. He speaks into a radio on his wrist as he rounds the car. "Phoenix has landed plus one. Picking up two eggs. Over." "Copy." As he opens the door for the pair of ladies, Andrea slips out, wearing a Yankees sweater, a pair of loose jeans and her usual upbeat smile. Jameson, her bodyguard, would lend a hand out for Miss Dane as well to help her out, as a gentleman would before closing the door behind them.

"I ate here once with a dude named Archie and his friends after one of my concerts." She says to Lorna as she heads for the door. "They have the best shakes."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna couldn't help but be utterly tickled to be traveling in the armored vehicle with a bodyguard. She hadn't done so since she'd come from Genosha a month or so ago. It was a practical thing there, she was a known public figure and people flocked to where the Princess of Genosha typically was. To be in America again, with the same treatment amused her immensely, as was clear by the smile on her lips.

Though she'd definitely made a few side comments about dropping a few grand at a mall of all places. 'Why not just fly to Paris then?' was her response, but she'd gone along with it none the less.

The green haired woman stepped out of the car with a murmured, polite, thank-you to the bodyguard as he helped her out of the car. Her black high heeled boots clicking along the side walk as she moved. She wore a pair of jeans that were likely overly expensive for the amount of rips and metal embroidery going up the leg. A thick lilac sweater of the softest wool and cashmere blend covered her top in a pop of color along with her woolen over-coat. She peered at the fast food place with a quirk of her eyebrow. "Uh huh..."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir shrugs a little. "Because it's not their phones. Anyway, I just feel kind of yuck after I visit home when they pull that kind of stuff on me. It'd be kind've like.. like.. like if your parents gave you ten tons of guilt trips for not being totally halal on every meal, and the whole time they were processing and cooking bacon for the whole neighborhood. Like, doubleyou tee eff."

She looks up at the sudden arrival of the caravan and blinks. "Like holycrap, she came in person? Dang."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"But I am halal." Kamala responds, looking shocked at the very idea. "I mean, I tasted alcohol /once/. And I hated it. Never again." she swore. "But I think I understand the parallel. So your parents, they do.. bad things then. And want you to do good. Is that not what every parent should want?" she asks in some confusion. "I mean, yeah, I know. Do as I say, don't do as I do, and show them kindness. Even if you know they are wrong."

That is when there is a heavy duty vehicle pulling up, and Kamala frowns as people start to come out. And she looks back to Erika with wide eyes. "Is that Andrea Jackson?" she asks, confusion spreading across her features. "Do you work with her? Do you know her?" With the question, the young woman nearly bounces in her seat.

Rage has posed:
The large suited man opens the door for the pair as the Princess of Pop walks in with the Princess of Genosha. She is easily recognizable by other customers as hushed whispers ripple across the burger joint. Young girls may squeal, pictures quickly whipped out and taken to get a shot of the iconic mutant activist and popstarlet. Andrea takes it in stride as always, making her way to Erika as her eyes settle upon them, turning a curious one to the new face.

"Hey Erika. I hope you don't mind I brought Miss Dane with me. I figure we can hit up the mall before we head back home. They got this really nice old school throwback place where they have replica vintage stuff from the seventies and eighties and I'm dying for some bell bottoms and maybe some cute tanks."

Polaris has posed:
A glance around the place followed and it became apparent that Lorna slid into 'polite Princess' mode as people glanced their way. She smiled, she waved, she continued on her way along side Andrea toward the booth where the two other young women sat by the window. "Hey, and c'mon call me Lorna. You make me sound old with Miss Dane. I'm not a teacher." Her voice warm with humor as she nodded in Erika's direction as Lorna recognized the familiar face and put it to the name that Andrea had mentioned.

Kamala's presence was noted with a flicker of her green eyed glance. "Are you going to be joining the shopping shenanigans?"

Souvenir has posed:
"Yeah, pretty much. Like, I can cut them some slack, for like, you know. A now and then slip or something. But like, it's not like a now and then thing, it's their whole career. Hey, Andrea! Um, like.. sure! Can I bring a friend along? She just got here, I didn't think anybody was going to be here this early. It's a long way out. I just didn't want to be stuck in town when," she glances at the sunrise/sunset function on her phone a moment, "5:40 PM rolled around."

Erika Kristasdottir grins a little bit sheepishly, having gone from sad lonely trombone to the middle of a party very quickly, and tries to think of some euphemisms to explain any other parts of the situation safely in front of the sudden squealing fans that came out of nowhere. Nowhere, I say. Damn, where does Andrea find these girls at? Do they just sort of materialize out of thin air?

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"H-hi." Kamala is dumbstruck. This is like meeting Wonder Woman or Captain Marvel. Except it's someone /her/ age. Someone that has made a difference. Someone that has done all the stuff she's /trying/ to do. For the first time, she realizes that Erika's in the major leagues, while she's still playing tee-ball.

There's a little swallow, her idea of a meal forgotten, even as the crowd forms around the little grouping. And there's also a known /Princess/ at the table. Out of her league? Check. Double check. There's a helpless glance to Erika. Wait, did she just get invited to something. What?

Rage has posed:
If anyone does bother to bravely approach, Andrea will expertly do the quick lean in, quick selfie, wink and duck back in as she engages in conversation. James won't allow the table to be mobbed or hassled, but any young girls will get a bit of attention from her, and even a quick swipe of a marker to sign her name on a shirt.

"What happens at 5:40, you turn into a pumpkin?" She asks with an amused grin as she flags a waitress down to order a shake and a box of fries. "I'm paying for the table, whatever they want." James will order a Diet Coke, then stand off to the side looking intimidating, leaving Lorna to order whatever she wants, along with Erika and Kamala if they haven't already, or wish for a few extras.

"Hey there." Andrea says to Kamala. "It's totally cool. More the merrier. We don't gotta hang long, I already built a basket on my phone so I can just go in and snag and go. I don't gotta try anything on if you guys are in a time crunch."

Polaris has posed:
A gentle smile flashed over Lorna's expression as whoever approached to ask her anything, mutant, human or what else.. She did much the same as Andrea. Though it wasn't quite as much. She looked rather surprised when one or two people approached her in turn. The last interaction she'd had with anyone recognizing her, was a soda can thrown at her head. Still, she was a 'real life Princess' and to some that mattered a whole lot. That done, her focus returned to the conversation at hand, tucking a strand of green locks behind an ear as she leaned forward.

"What's your name?" She asked, turning her attention toward Kamala and ordered herself a chocolate shake and an extra large order of fries.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ohs, and looks down, shivering a little bit. "Sundown. I've had a bad experience in this neighborhood. I feel a lot safer with you all here though." She blinks as someone is taking her order suddenly, and orders a quarter pound cheeseburger combo with sweet tea and fries before returning her attention to Andrea's explanation of how she's doing this stuff.

"Ooh, okay, neat. Maybe you can teach me a little bit about how you're picking stuff out?" Definitely a little bit overwhelmed by the crowd, but it happens. She pulls out a notepad and pen and click-clicks the pen in and out a couple times, nervously.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
When Erika doesn't introduce her, Kamala glances down for a moment. Then she is asked who she is. Straightening herself up, the young Inhuman takes a swallow and fidgets with a napkin at the table, tearing it into smaller pieces. "I'm Kamala. Kamala Khan. I'm from around here. I met Erika a couple of weeks ago and we've been hanging out."

The Pakistani girl demures just slightly around the other two. Why couldn't she have met them as MM. She's far more outgoing when she has the mask on. Then she smiles. Just as bright as she can. "This is /awesome/." she finally manages. "I mean, you're /the/ Andrea Jackson. I have all your records. Even the Disney sing along ones. I went to the release party for Dangerous!" she's totally fangirling now that she's settling down over that inital push of confusion.

"And you're Princess Lorna! From Genosha. You've been all over the news, with your father and everything with the mutants being able to travel there without a passport and all the rights that you're pushing for, here in the states. You're both like.. two of my biggest heroes!"

They may have been heroes /before/ she got her powers as well. But the way she speaks, it might hint to some personal experience with learning who and what she is.

Rage has posed:
Andrea says, "Oh, geez, you got the Disney Sing A-Longs?" Andrea says with an embarrassed laugh. "We're kinda under contract to do one of those. But Mason Steele singing Hakuna Matata is totally worth it." She eases herself back into her chair, looking comfortable. "I'm glad you like the music though, I know it's not for everyone. Erika hates my stuff." She teases a bit. "She claims I'm too bubblegum for her. She's probably right. Every artist has to put out the albums the radio wants to hear before we can put out the soul crushing stuff that will be in my third album. I swear, I'm gonna find a song at some point that she will say, 'Oh, that one was /okay/ I guess'."

She gives a glance to Lorna. "Princess of Genosha? Is that what they call you? Ha. That's awesome." She drawls out as she taps along her phone a few times, then texts a link to her site to Erika with a 'ping'. "There you go. All you do is find what you like, hit add to basket, then just click pick up in store. They will have the clothes waiting for you. Go crazy, I'm buying." She says as she drums her fingers along the top of the table. "You too, Kamala. Why not. Find something cute and throw it on there. May as well make the clerk's day. They're on commission.""

Polaris has posed:
Lorna arched a brow as Erika mentioned having had a bad experience in the neighborhood before, and her lips twisted into a slight frown. "I think we can handle this place after six just fine.." She drawled, at least, she knew she could. It wasn't like typical people had access to the kinds of things that could easily take her out. She happily picked up her milkshake, sipping at it and nabbing a handful of fries to munch on without much dignity to it as she flashed Kamala a grin.

"Nice to meet you Kamala. Glad you you're a fan of my policies at least." Her voice thick with amusement. After all, not everyone was a fan of what she did on Genosha. Much who her father was.

A snort of laughter escaped her as Andrea turned to give her a look and asked after her title. "Princess Polaris, or her royal highness Princess Lorna of Genosha. Depends on who's doing the announcing." She drawled with a shrug. "I'm on vacation. Call me Lorna. It's fine."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir looks over at Kamala, immediately feeling more than a little bit humbled because Kamala always has really amazing things to say. All truth and light and sunshine and justice. She's unworthy. She feels like she's never going to be someone who is worth speaking of like that. She smiles and blushes a bit, listening attentively to Lorna's explanation with some respect and admiration, though not so much fangirling.

Back to Andrea, "How -is- Rock Eeyore, anyways? I haven't talked to him in a few."

She looks at the link a bit and scrolls. "Oh, awesome. Can I get some help on what would probably go good, first? You have way more practice making this stuff look good than I do. I just throw some scruffy stuff on and go." She passes it over to Kamala after a moment's skimming.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
There's a little frown from Kamala. As much as she /wants/ to go shopping. Especially on someone else's dime, she can hear her Ammi in the back of her head. That admonishment of having gotten something without truly earned it. And then there will be that look from her Abbu. Not anger. Just disappointment. Kamala crumbles. "I'm sorry, I can't." she says quickly. "It's just.. I can't accept a gift without it being earned." she explains.

"I appreciate the offer, a whole lot. But when it comes to this, I have to accept what I know. And in my faith, it's not allowed. I mean, if we had been friends for a while, I could. But I would have to explain it to my parents." she tries to explain. "It is halal to accept a gift from a stranger when it is given of kindness. And that's what this is. But.. it also have to be meaningful." She doesn't know if that makes sense to the women at the table as she looks between them, and suddenly seems very shy and shrinking away just a little.

No, literally - she seems to have gotten just a /little/ smaller.

Rage has posed:
"I usually just wear what I like and what I feel good in. That's how I choose my clothes, Erika." Andrea says as she peeks over at the phone, then gives another wide grin to Lorna, giggling. "I'm calling you Princess Polaris from here out, totally. You should change your Twitter tag to that or something. May as well have fun with it. People appreciate a good self-memeing."

When Kamala starts to shrink, her brows lift upwards a bit higher into her dark bangs. "You earned it by being Erika's friend, which is a big deal to her, and it's a big deal to me because I like to see my teammates happy." She props her chin up in the palm of her hand. "But, it's cool. I get it. Lemmie ask you something then, if Erika was to give you a new outfit, would you consider that cool because you've earned it with her through your friendship?" Andrea Jackson, contract negotiator.

Polaris has posed:
A glance was spared to Kamala as the young woman bowed out of the shopping experience with a shy, quiet explanation. Lorna paused in sipping her chocolate milkshake and considered, looking down at her french fries once and back. "I totally get it, that's cool. I think it's amazing that you're sticking to your faith like that." She smiled, and there was some small crinkle to her eyebrows.

"I'm bad at being Jewish, I hardly ever stick with anything Kosher. I like bacon." She grimaced, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck. "Not that my father really has any of his faith left.." For many reasons. Though the most obvious one was the most painful. She and Wanda were the only ones that even tried to have a modicum of anything like faith in their family these days. She sighed.

"Would it be okay for you to come with and just hang out, or do you kind of gotta get home?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir aaawhs and reaches over to squeeze Kamala's hand comfortingly. "I have to put more points in etiquette and disguise, anyways. Face skills, you know? We can trade notes and stuff. If not, that's okay too." She nods at Lorna, listening, and pauses in the sudden shift of conversation to devour her fries before they get cold. Gobble gobble.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Erika's touch to her hand causes Kamala's to close around it, accepting her as a lifeline in the sea of the famous. Lorna's praise causes her dark cheeks to warm with color as she considers Andrea's offer. Even as the food arrives at the table, she doesn't release Erika's hand yet.

"It would have to be a gift she earned." she explains quietly. "And my parents do not know yet." There's a little smirk offered to Erika. "She is not the only one to suddenly find out she has a Mehbooba."

Rage has posed:
Nodding her head, Andrea looks happy as food and shake arrives. She tucks into her cheese fries, followed by a sip. "No problem. All good." She gives a lick of her lips. "I at least am gonna spoil myself because those bellbottoms only go on sale twice a year and this is a super lucky bit of coincidence."

Polaris has posed:
A glance followed between both Kamala and Erika and a small smile curled at the edges her lips as she sipped at her milkshake. "Can we give you a ride home at least? We could continue on to the mall after?" She glanced toward Andrea, arching a brow upward as she snagged another handful of fries from her extra large order. The tang of ketchup added only after a moment's pause as she dipped in several fries at once.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blinks. New terminology. Ack. Something to Google. She debates whether any of the litter she's picked up is likely to have that word definition in it, probably not. Maybe she'll have to go digging in the trash in a Pakistani neighborhood at some point. How would she even figure out what carries slang? Augh. She nibbles quietly on the burger.

"O-okay. I'll probably just tag along then. We totally need a ride out of here. Thank you so much." She smiles at Kamala encouragingly.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Not knowing that Erika wants to learn, Kamala has nothing to offer to her at the moment. She does take a fry from Erika and dips it into her own chocolate shake to eat it. Mmm, chocolately salty potato goodness. There's a smile offered to the others. "I'll accept the ride." she says with a firm little nod of her head.

Rage has posed:
"Sure, no problem. I don't mind giving you a ride home. You can introduce us to your parents if you want if they don't believe the story. IF you want, we can trade pics and I can hit you up in Insta and tag you or something." Andrea bobs her head as she wolfishly mows down her cheese fries hungrily.