8341/I'll Take a Hot Dog

I'll Take a Hot Dog
Date of Scene:	16 July 2019
Location:	The Best Hot Dog Stand in Coney Island
Synopsis:	Raven Roth enthusiastically takes a hot dog when it is offered.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Jubilee, Raven

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Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is tired of this. Every time he tries to relax, something comes up. Kids escape. A supervillain robs a bank. A crazy person tries to capture in him in a basement. It never ends. "Jub, come with me, I'm treating you to a Coney Island dinner." he'll offer, and not really take no for an answer.

Once there, the wide blue man in the billowing hawaiian shirt is at the Nathan's Famous stand. "Yes, I'll have four orders of nuggets, 12 dogs, 3 cokes, and Jub, what are you having?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee, in a turquoise, pink and yellow Hawaiian print bikini and crocheted cover, tries to talk for a second, but her lips move silently. "Uh...A, uh, hot dog. Mustard and onions. On second thought, no onions. No, yeah, okay onions." She grins brightly as the sun warms her skin and the sand swishes under her flipflops. Her hair is down, and being tossed carelessly by the breeze.

Raven has posed:
    Raven is there. That's... That's enough of an oddity on its own. Amongst all the beachgoers and the random people crowding the carnival-style rides, there is one angsty goth not yet old enough to be intoxicated strolling her way down the boardwalk. She's clad completely opposite what anyone should- a thick sweater covering her upper half. In the summer.

    She's grumpier than usual. Something has her... Upset-adjacent? Maybe just angry. Whatever it is, it also gives her something of a purpose. Hands in pockets, Raven hunches over like a detective, seemingly... Searching for something. For someone? Either could be correct.

    It would be hard to think that she's up to no good. It also wouldn't be hard to just think that she's weird. Either way, skulking about- in the -sun- of all things- Raven seems to be otherwise keeping to herself.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy looks to the vendor. "And one hot dog, with mustard and onions, and another coke." The vendor, just a college kid, gawks. "You should have been in the competition..." "I don't think they let mutants compete. Not fair." he winks as he pays. The piles of food are put into boxes, and Hank scoops them up in his arms, and starts walking to find a place to sit. As he does so he nverly nearly runs right into the gloomy gus over there. "Oh pardon me," he laughs, lookinog to Raven. "I almost didn't see you with my hands and arms full."

Jubilee has posed:
"Wow, you look like you're melting down," Jubilee says, gawking at the sweater. "They have T-shirts all over out here. I'd even buy ya one! Maybe airbrushed, with like kittens....or y'know, a skull or somethin'. Are you okay?" she asks the besweatered girl.

Raven has posed:
    To be fair, Raven sees Hank coming. There's this deft little sidestep that she does- the practiced maneuver of someone who wanders through crowds and has been run over often. "Should be watching." The comment isn't exactly mean-spirited... But it sure sounds it.

    Though she's wearing a sweater- and should, rightly, be just about -boiling- in the heat- Raven doesn't seem to even be sweating. Which, of course, makes the hoody's proper name a little more than odd.

    "Yeah. I'm fine. No. I do not want any of that. Thank you." Her sentences are short, and her voice is monotonous. She almost seems to be -avoiding- the conversation, despite how nice the other two are being.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy shifts the stuff in his arms a bit, to get a better look at the girl. "Yes, I should have been.I apologize. Let me make it up to you with a t-shirt and a hot dog? I have a few extra...." Well he WAS going to eat them all, but he won't miss one. "I'm Hank by the way."

Jubilee has posed:
"And I'm Jubilation. But most folks just call me Jubilee," she offers brightly, seemingly oblivious to the curt responses. "But you look lost. Can we help ya find something? Or call someone? It's seriously hot, I don't want you to overheat or somethin', if there's anything we can do to help!"

Raven has posed:
    Conversely to the usual response, their kindness and mild insistence causes Raven to hit a mild simmer at around ninety miles-per-hour. It's not visible, of course. Raven keeps everything of her emotions below the surface. It's probably exacerbated by the fact that Raven very much knows that they're both genuine... Which means that by social contract and slightly by want to not be mean, Raven is semi-stuck there.

    There is a mild silence as Raven considers what she's obligated to respond with. They've given names. She'll start there. "Raven," she begins, "I do not need a shirt. Or a hot dog. I am well fed. Your kindness is... Appreciated, but I am also not lost. I have lost... Something, but it isn't important, anymore. You do not need to worry about it, or be concerned."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy Shrugs a little, and smiles. "Well, Raven. If you don't want a t-shirt, or a hot dog, would you mind explaining to me what you lost? We need to sit down and get some food into ourselves. I'm barely fed. I had... one sandwich before... well. Never mind that." He gestures to a bench.

Jubilee has posed:
"If it bothers you, then it isn't unimportant. We're great at finding stuff. Especially him," Jubilee offers, nudging Hank. "We'd be glad to help! I promise!"

Raven has posed:
    "No, no, thank you, please." She begins, pulling her hands out of her pockets to hold them up. "I'll take the hot dog. Just... What I was looking for isn't important. Not to me, and not to you." That's... Kind of a lie. But not the kind of lie that prying at is likely to get anything. "You two can sit, and eat. That is fine. You should do that, instead of being concerned over this. Please." She then turns somewhat, and gestures calmly at the bench. She's closing in on being somehow even -more- insistent.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gestures to bring her over, and he does sit. Arraying the boxes between himself, and seats for the other two. He puts together a hot dog AND a coke to offer to Raven. "Here you go. Jub, IThink yours are over there... in the back? And then he'll start popping nuggets. Thunk, thunk, thunk, chucking them into his mouth. "You sure? I don't want to be rude Raven. I have pretty good eyesight. And jub here has a decent flashlight."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee has no super-senses when it comes to irritating the crap out of someone. But she has a pretty fair sense that Raven is getting the crap irritated out of her at this very moment. She pilfers for her hot dog and opens it, ogling it. "Do you know how long it's been since I had a weiner like this?"

Raven has posed:
    Somehow, someway, Jubilee managed to say something that makes Raven's mood worse, through the joy of case-bound meat. Raven speaks before she eats, though. Always polite. Just... Mean Polite. "I meant it when I said that it was... Nobody's concern, not even mine." Then, she starts to consume the hot dog. She isn't a very aggressive eater- instead just taking these... Small, measured bites. As if she has to think after every chew. Raven, however, is so used to comments like Jubilee's being made on -purpose- that she is bothered further.

    Raven will tell you that she -does- have a sense of humor. It's just been buried under Cyborg and Beast Boy's for so long that even hints of their humor unintentionally cropping up in conversation itches at her. Just a little.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy glances at Jubilee. Swallowing, he grins "Really? I'm glad I took you here then. These are the best. One of the bright spots of this city. I'll have to start grilling them back home more often." He's eating large numbers of nuggets, and based on the humming noises he makes, he's enjoying every one. "Well Raven, no sweat. I hope you like the dog. And you must be from a warm climate, to wear that in this weather, I'd be dying!" He then fans his hawaiian shirt for emphasis.

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee, for her part, is entirely focused on getting this hot dog to her mouth. She has been deprived of so many hot dogs, it ceased being funny ages ago. She looks up at the other two but remains quiet as she stuffs the end of the hot dog into her mouth and bites, chewing like she's in heaven.

Raven has posed:
    There's another bite after a moment, allowing Raven the proper silence to think. She isn't really complimenting anything at the moment- but it's clear that she's not bothered by the food, at least. "You could call it that." She doesn't necessarily think that explaining how her sweater is enchanted is that good of an idea. She'll just let them assume whatever they'd like. "I am fine. The heat does not bother me." She says, after another moment to bite and chew. "The hot dog is... Good. Thank you." The gratitude is genuine, but it's spoken as if it's from someone who either usually doesn't, or has not often had to, express it.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is about halfway done with his nuggets, and shifts to wolfing down a hot dog. Hero work is hard work, jumping off of buildings, crsahing into windows, you name it. He's been busy. "You're very welcome Raven. And I hope the rest of your day goes better."

Jubilee has posed:
"So....uh, are you just out like...people watching? Or is there somethin' in particular that brought ya out here today?" Jubilee asks tentatively, and a little meekly. "I just....might not peg you as the giant ferris wheel type...."

Raven has posed:
    More questions and well-wishing! Idly, Raven wonders if and when it is acceptable to just refuse and walk away. However, the two aren't just pulling things off of the cuff to extend the conversation. They are not explicitly trying to -keep- her here. They're being kind. Raven hates it, because it means she sticks around. Hank gets a nod. Jubilee, though, gets something of a different response. "I came here to meet somebody. They had some other business to attend to."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy stops, and frowns a moment. Aww. A date didn't work out? Well, he nods, and is glad he gave her a hot dog. Finsihing one of his own as he composes his words. "Want any nuggets? They're great." He pushes one of the boxes closer to her.

Jubilee has posed:
"I'm going to find a coconut slush..." Jubilee's eyes get shifty. "If ya want anything, now's your chance," she states, pausing for a moment to take down anything she needs to grab while she's there.

Raven has posed:
    Raven takes a moment to look at the box. It is not a look of longing. Instead, she nods once to Hank. "No, thank you. I do not need any more food." she comments, simply. Her attention turns to Jubilee. "Nor drinks. Thank you both." With that, she turns, and starts prepping to leave. She's... She's sure she can just walk away, but you never know. People can be very insistent.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy grins and with a slurp of a straw, waves to Raven. After a swallow, he calls out "Have a good night Raven." He'll lean over to Jubilee and mutter "Poor kid getting stood up like that."