8394/Cereal, milk and sugarcoating nothing

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Cereal, milk and sugarcoating nothing
Date of Scene: 18 July 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Fiona drops in to visit June, and they discuss things. Over bagels and butter and iced coffee.
Cast of Characters: June Connor, Fiona Glenanne




June Connor has posed:
    June has a bit of a black eye, probably from getting in a fight, if one was to guess given her personality. But this morning, she got up at the crack of 10:00am. Babs was out already doing...whatever normal people do during the day, and June didn't have much to do. She could train, but she's decided that instead, she's going to sit in a white t-shirt and black underwear on the couch with a bowl of fruit loops, watching TV. She sits with horrible posture, slumped back in the couch as she shoves a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. The show? Some cerebral sci-fi thriller. Robots controlling human thoughts or something like that.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona's come here for a few reasons. One. Check the place out. Two. See what's going on in the area....and three, catch up with the ninja woman who freed her from her old IRA associates. Then freaked out when she went within 5 feet of a bomb...then didn't do anything with it. Fi's settled in, and knocks on the door. She's.....being kind. She's brought snacks to munch on. Already Fi's eaten a bagel and she's brought iced coffee. See, the Irish lass can be considerate. Saying that though, she knocks again, hoping that the smell of bagels, donuts, and....other baked tasty snacks and/or treats and coffee will get a response. Fi's not even got a gun on this morning. She's......well.....trusting. Plus she's got her hands full, if it came to a fight, death by being hit with a $3 bagel and cream cheese. Fi smiles at the idea of somebody dying by bagel, it's just striking er as a funny way to shuffle off this life. still though, she sets the bag down.

"Anyone home?" she calls and smiles, "I brought treats"

Her accent isn't hard to miss. new York. Or, noo Yawk, eeven.

June Connor has posed:
    June has come to trust Babs' security measures to the point that when the door opens, her bare feet remaining propped on the coffee table. She glances over at Fiona's entrance. "Oh, hey," she says casually. "Still not blown up yet, huh?" she asks snarkily. She doesn't move from her position, unconcerned with her attire or who sees her in it.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi did remember to grab the bag before coming in. "Hey, I stopped off on the way over here to get food if you want. What's up?" she asks. As she goes to put the bag down, a Stark Industries phone drops to the coffee table, the back sliding off to reveal a certain gold coin. Fi moves to snatch it up qucily...but....bagels. She figures she can talk about this. After all. She owes June for saving her life.

June Connor has posed:
    "Sure why not?" she answers the bagel question. June's eyes stay mostly on the TV until her peripheral sees the color gold. She glances down, and eyes lock on the coin. No change in expression, but she doesn't move for several seconds as she processes the possibilities. One: She got asked to find another coin by Natasha or Babs. Not likely, they already have had one analyzed. There's a tracker in them, this wouldn't be the place to bring it. Two: She's transporting the coin Natasha already attained. No, that's with SHIELD. Three: She's been recruited by the Foot.

    "Where'd you get that?" the even toned question comes, no physical posture changing whatsoever.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi sighs. "I went to a club and got given this and a phone." she says. Option 3 it is. "I keep wanting to junk it. But I keep thinking maybe I can get it valued and sold off, right?" she adds, pulling out a bagel. "Met this guy, got asked to do things, given a coin, phone, yadda yadda" Fi says, sliding over the details and just getting to the important bit. She was recruitedd. Fi. Recruited. Though to be fully fair to Fiona...she's worked with shady organizations before. Plus, she's not entirely stupid. Just mostly, right now, for bringing the phone and coin here.

June Connor has posed:
    June's feet come off the coffee table, and she suddenly takes a far more alert position. "Do things..." she echoes. "What things?" She looks decidedly uneasy. June knows full well the mark on her life, and the Foot put it there. Here she is, in her underwear, unarmed. Eyes flit to a few locations in the room where she knows there may be a weapon she can use, or something she can use as a weapon at least.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona taps the paper. "Will you relax? I didn't come here to kill you. I got asked to do something I think is impossible" she says, looking worried. "I got tasked to take out Frank Castle. The Punisher. I told them I need time to put things together and for the moment I'm trying to think what to do" Fi says, chewing on a bagel once she's quiet, though the worry in her eyes is fairly blatant. She, Fiona, IRA bomber, gun runner, bounty hunter....is just worried now. Worried about this whole thing. "They claimed to get my record wiped, that's the carrot so to speak" Fi scoffs bitterly. "If there's another way to get my rececord wiped....I'm all ears, that doesn't involve always looking over my shoulder" Fi says and sighs.

June Connor has posed:
    "Shit, you are all kindsa dumb," June says. "You don't know the Foot. They don't fuck around. You just signed on to kill the Punisher. The biggest psycho out there. Didja see the last time he was in the news? Some building in Tribeca crashed to the ground in a gunfight, him vs. who knows? Probably the Foot." She shakes her head. "I dunno, you signed the deal," she says. "I can't say they're lyin' though. The Foot follows through on both promises and threats." She stands to her feet, and runs a hand through her bleached and red hair. "Damn..." she says. "I don't think you know what you just got yourself into."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shakes her head, "No I don't. So what do I do with the phone and coin?" she adds quickly. "I said I'd try to. I don't think it's actually, you know, doable. Short of paying the guy a crapton of cash to fake his death" Fi says "I've already considered it" Fiona shrugs looking concerned now, hands in her pockets. "So I basically got tricked into servitude? Or...something? Great, can I just take the next flight to Hell?" she adds, only half joking by the tone of her voice. "Alright, I'm officially fucked, situation wise. Why didn't I bring any alcohol, so we can both get wasted and figure this out?" she adds, wishing she'd been smart enough to actualy....do that.

June Connor has posed:
    June shakes her head. "Fail, and you're useless, betray them, and you end up like me, with a death mark." She puts her hands on her hips. "That coin, somethin's weird about it, like, I dunno. Shadow took it to the SHIELD folks, there's somethin' screwy about it." She reaches down and picks up the paper, reading it over. "You gotta be smart about this. I'd just tell'm it turns out you're a scrub, and you can't handle him. Unless you want to actually give it a go. You aren't signed on for life or anything." She shrugs, "I'm bad at giving advice. Look where my thinkin' got me, why you want my help?" She drops the paper back to the table, and grabs one of the bagels out of the bag.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"You think they'll be fine with me saying look, I said I'd try but i can't handle it?" Fi asks nervously, digging out a butter sachet and spreading it on the bagel she's chewing on.

"I mean" she says sounding frustrated...and a little dejected. "Okay so, good news is I'm not dead. yet. I'm not signed in for life. Bad news.....is I'm screwed if I actually manage it. And more screwed if I don't. So great. What do you suggest then?" Fiona asks, flopping down on her back by the side of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as if looking for some gidance.

June Connor has posed:
    "Girl, you just gotta pull it together," June says, taking a more encouraging tone than is typical. "Look, I fucked up. And..." she hesitates. "Okay, don't ever repeat this to anyone, but... I liked being in the Foot. I know they are the bad guys and all, but sometimes, I wish I was still there. I felt like I belonged. They aren't as boogey man as people think." She sighs. "But they got rules, like anybody else. Right now, you're an outsider to them. Outsiders get coins, whatever they might tell you. People on the inside don't need a coin. They are family. You don't fuck with their family."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Your secret's safe with me" Fiona says with a grin. "Hey, I like the Birds. We're like that, just...ya know, we got each other's back, right?" Fiona nods. "I can so pull this together but I need a little bit of help and creativity. So" she says propping herself up on an elbw. "Let's tackle this from another angle. Okay. I got tasked to take out the Punisher. Lets say I succeed, I'd not be an outsider, yes?" Fi asks, "See, I want to stay an outsider and off their radar" Fiona adds with a knowing look. "Look, I adore you Birds. I've met a handful and I'd happily have drinks with all of you. See, you're all great in my book" she says with a nod.

June Connor has posed:
    "I mean, you could stay on the outside. You take down someone like the Punisher, you will definitely have the Shredder's attention. Chances are they are looking for outside help that is expendable. If you die, it's not one of the Foot that's been lost. It's just hired help." June takes a bite out of the bagle, not cutting it or spreading anything on it. "Buchu pull thish off," she adds around the bite, then swallows, "You sure as hell won't be off their radar."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"But if I tell them I'm a scrub" Fi counters. "I'll still be on their radar, right?" she nods sagely....hoping her point's getting across. "See, I'd like to get them to wipe my record, and....ya know, then say thanks, I id what I could, now please don't come calling again" she laughs, before biting into another bagel. "You think they'd ever let me walk or whatever it is they do?" Fi grins, loooking amusedly at June, albeit from Fiona's spot on the floor by the arm of the couch.

June Connor has posed:
    "Damn you want a clean record pretty bad, huh?" June answers. She plops back down onto the couch on the opposite side, one leg up on the cushions as she takes another bite. Not very lady-like considering her attire, but then what is lady-like about June? "I mean, you willing to kill a guy to clear it? Granted, he's kinda nuts, but still..." She shrugs. "They sure as hell wouldn't forget you though. Probably keep tabs on you..." She stops chewing a bite, the realization that it would possibly eventually trace her back to the Birds. Back to herself.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Yeah" Fi says moving to sit on the arm of said couch, "If I could find somebody to do it without murder, I'd so do it. But" she says waving the bagel in the air. "I mean. You know any other ways to have a clean record?" she asks with a smirk. "Aside from, not having one to start with. And" she adds slathering butter on it. "I just had a thought. These Foot guys may figure out who I'm connected to" she says, the same thought as June. "So how do we prevent that?" she asks gently, looking worried.

June Connor has posed:
    "I dunno, sleep with the govenor?" June shrugs in answer to the first question with a wave of her partly eaten bagel. She gets quiet. "Yeah, they could." She takes in a breath sharply. "Fuck if I know what happens then. There's just a handful of us. There were these brothers once that opposed the Foot. Freaks, really. Mutant turtles. They managed to keep their place out of sight. But they were all ninjas, too. Seems to be a theme." She shrugs. "They'd be the ones to ask, but then...you know, finding them ain't exactly easy. We hunted them for I don't even know how long."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona shakes her head looking amused, "Well...they're turtled. Tried the mutant ninja animal zoo?" she jokes. "So, turtles, okay. Ninjas. Great, what next, ninja robots or something?" Fi groans. "Nothing enough bullets or bombs can't fix right? I mean, everything's made of parts. Just....help those things go back to being a pile of parts. Screwdriver, bullets, explosives, however you do it, right?" Fi asks. "Though not quite so easy on ninjas. What the hell is it with ninjas?" she adds, worriedly. Shaking her head again she chews on a bagel again, looking worried and amused, then closes her eyes for a moment. "You know the problem with hunting ninjas is they don't wanna be found, so....hmm...anyone else?" she adds, between bites.

June Connor has posed:
    June smirks. "Ancient tradition of not being where you can hit them. Kinda what we do. There's something liberating about knowing that wherever you are, you can disappear without a trace. Know you can be anywhere and do anything, and nobody would ever know. Kind of a power trip." She shrugs, "Then they make you get responsible and actually do stuff with it. Maybe Shadow, I still don't know who the fuck she is and I've been workin' with her for like six months."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi snorts. "Give you cool shit. Make you grow up and be responsible. That sucks" she sayys with a laugh then grins. "C'mon, what's with that?" she asks. "Hey did I ever thank you for saving my butt from the chair and davey and so on? You were freaking the hell out about me. Davey was fighting thin air" Fi says and looks impressed. "So, thanks again" she smiles. "Appreciate it"

June Connor has posed:
    June shrugs her shoulders. "No problem," she says. "And sorry if I treat you like an ass most of the time. It's kinda built in."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Hey, You should have met me when I was younger, I was bitter and a bitch to people" Fi shrugs with a laugh. "Thankfully, we're having g a civil discussion, and sharing snacks. See, we got this whole thing down" she nods with a knowing smile.