8939/Cake and Ice Cream

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Cake and Ice Cream
Date of Scene: 24 August 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Blackout, Fiona Glenanne




Blackout has posed:
    It's been a few days (or time stamp) since Marc was able to escape the Lycan science project thanks to the actions of Selene. Since then, he's been hiding out in his Manhattan loft on the lower east side. The loft itself is darkened except for a few electronic lights (clocks/power strips/electronic devices). He's on his couch, laying under a blanket and fast asleep.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
The door creaks open as Fiona slips in. She's smart enough to....well......she's got crutches, with those rubber tips on. She's favoring her good leg, and softly swearing in French and Irish. Looking over Fiona doesn't go for the light, but instead leans on the wall. This fractured foot sucks. Yet she did a good thing kicking a demoness where it really, really, hurt. It hurt her more, but she made new friends. She's dropped by to catch up with Mark, too. She's even, amusingly, got a pocket full of churros and cookies, in those little paper bags. Being pocket sized cookies, theyh are mini. The churros are sticking out of her pocket, yet she limps over. "You awake?" she asks softly. "It's me. I came by to see how you are. And I locked the door on the way in"

Fi's smart enough to bring agun this time. She can at least use it one handed, but she's no idea what firing it will do to her on crutches. She does though, wave the bag of baked goods around. Smelling salts are so, so overrated really. She's gone upscale and got baked goods.

Blackout has posed:
    The far wall is all windows that are framed by bricks and steel. They are covered by darkforce blocking out all external light. Once inside, she'll notice that there's a light coming from a nearby room whose door is mostly closed. Blackout raises up from the couch and looks over, "Fi? What tha.." He slides out of the couch. As he stands his body is being covered by a darkforce t-shirt and shorts. His feet remain bare and his muscular legs be carry him toward her in a rush. There's an appearance of concern that crosses his face, "What happened?" he asks.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona's in her casual clothing, snug jeans, ankle boots, t-shirt then looks over to Blackout. "I'm alright, just a fractured foot" she says then looks to the cookies again. "You want a cookie? I got hurt in a fight kicking something very very solid" Fi explains, nudging the floor with her crutches with a smile. "How've you been?" Fi asks gently looking around the room then right back to Blackout again. She smiles thogh. "Who knew shopping was so dangerous?" she jokes.

Blackout has posed:
    He'll smile at the disposition and the description of how she hurt her foot and then the deferral to cookies.

    He says, "Hang on a sec." and then claps his hands twice. The lights come on offering illumination to the room.

    Now that she's in the room, she can tell it's musty. Lack of circulating air or maybe filters that need changing. The room, now that it's illuminated, offers views of a 20x30 room that has two exits from it, one to a bathroom, the other to a bedroom (partially illuminated). The room is composed by a kitchen and a living area seperated by a bar with three counter height chairs. The living area has three couches in a square, two facing one another, the third facing the blacked out windowds. High ceilings with iron rafters.

    His eyes look over her and he says, "Yeah... I'll take a cookie. But, let's get you off your feet." and he'll motion toward the couches.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi nods with a smile. "Thanks, couches are good for stretching out on" she says. Like that's not happened enough already since she fractured her foot. She did though get here with sypmathy and....a lot of effort. Fi nods again. "Any couch in particular?" she asks, "I know the one you're on owuld be comfortable, but I don't think stabbing you with a crutch would be a good idea either" she jokes with a wink. It's clear what she's thinking. Even if she's not in the best physical shape. Still, Fi does pick a couch and sort of....flops onto it sprawling out. She's picked the one next to where Blackout was sleeping and elevates her hurt foot. She's rapidly getting familiar with couches. Maybe if this helping people thing doesn't work....she can write couch reviews under a psuudonym? It's a thought

Blackout has posed:
    "Any will do."

    He'll take the cruches as she flops. He will place them against the nearby darkforce covered window (4 feet away). Then turn back as he says, "What can I get for you? Hungry, thirsty?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi smiles, "Thanks" she says again with a nod to Blackout and settles more into the couch. "Nice place you got here. Dark, mysterious, hidden away. works fine doesn't it?" she nods slipping a mini cookie into her mouth and chewing on it, she wiggles her injured foot a moment to mmake sure it's still attached, too. It's there. Fi's pleased and she glances over with a grin. "We make a good team" she says, "I was thinking, you got me thinking on the fake ID. I was going to flesh it out if you were wanting that. I've a few ideas" she says, eyes gleaming as she speaks. There's a wicked smile on her lips...like she's gearing up to get into trouble.

Blackout has posed:
    "The fake ID?" he queries absently as he takes a seat in the adjacent couch looking in her direction. The query was genuine because he'd totally forgotten about the details since the Lycan issue. Then a gleem of recognition crosses his eyes and he says with an elevated, and humored tone, "Ooooh, that fake ID." He smiles, "Having you as my fake wife is the best news I've heard all day."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"You have /no idea/" Fi grins. "How amusing it is to run with that. I get an excuse to hang around jewelry stores and not plan to blow up the cases and run off with necklaces and things" she grins and slides the cookie bag over, she's so keeping the churros. Riding the subway and skytrain, she's got a taste for these things. Fi looks amused then shakes her head. "Hey, I was going to say once my foot heals up and you deal with your not wearing all black like a 90s Nivarna fan...we could pick a few jewelry stores and see if we can fool the workesrs there?" she asks. Trouble isn't far from Fiona, it seems. She's though planning on innocent trouble. As innocent as Fiona gets.

Blackout has posed:
    He looks to her hand to see if she's still wearing the wedding set he gave her. Then back up to her eyes. He grins as the scenerio plays out in his head of the two of them walking into jewelry stores. He says with a tone of being super sweet, and playful, "Fool them? Sweetheart. What are we trying to fool them with? I mean, you've been my heart of hearts since the day we met. The bees knees and my suger-plumb-drop of sweet marriage bliss."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona is, she's not taken it off. Amusingly, her friends haven't questioned it. She does though laugh. "As you are sweetheart. Can you believe the nerve of Manhattan jewelers? I went in to see what they'd charge for a necklace. I got some woman behind the counter complaining our set was....cheap" she says with a horrified look. "I wanted to jump the couner and pummel her. I didn't. I've no desire to get a nice, shiny set of bracelets" Fi giggles, settling back more onto the couch, eyes half closed. Her mind's still alert though. "Oh no, no. Fool them into giving us free things" she adds with a wide smirk.

Blackout has posed:
    "Cheap? How dare her. You should have boxed her ears and popped her in the face.", Marc will smile his response and then add, "Giving... well, I doubt they have high end free gifts with purchase. But we're always able to purchase or take what ever my sweetie desires."

    He will look down at the cast and consider it for a moment, "How much longer do you have to wear that thing?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shrugs, "A bit of time. I avoided hospitals with my reputation. Oh I wanted to darling...but...cameras are a thing. I'd get hauled up in court and they'd play the video of the short Irish lass punching the woman for calling her jewelry cheap. You find me a sympathetic jury, I'll go and finish that job off" Fiona says. Apprently her rebel nature's never far away. Or her temper, either but she's keeping that in check. She gestures to the cast. "That's self cast, I figured I'd rather try my hand at it, than wait in a hospital. Plus it's really just a ton of towels, some plast of Paris and a web page on treating fractured bones" Fiona says. "Even I can treat that with enough help, and things around my apartment"

Blackout has posed:
    "Yeah... that's what I thought. Okay. So you and I are going back to Hawaii again. It'll be another bike accident and follow-up visit. But first." He'll stand up and then kneel down in front of her elevated foot.

    His hands are warm when one is placed upon her lower leg just above the cast, the other will touch her toes to feel for temperature. "I'm no medical doctor. But I know enough to know that if it wasn't set propertly, then you'll never walk right again."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona giggles, "I get a vacation again? Hey, that works for me" Fiona says with a nod. "Alright let's go" she smirks. How's she going to explain this one? Easy. Blackout does the talking. Fi just stays quiet, uses her fake ID, and....things fall into place. Fi though looks amused, "Those poor tropical doctors got no idea, do hey?" Fi asks with a nod gathering up the cookie bag. "Should we take those with us or...?" she adds gesturing to the paper bag.

Blackout has posed:
    He looks to her crutches, a portal opens beneath them, they fall into the darkness. He then looks back to her as he answers, "Yeah, grab the cookies." He makes sneakers on his feet and will move to scoop her up, one arm beneath her back, the other beneath her knees.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona did grab the cookies as they fall, and she grins which turns into a happy little scream that turns into a giggle fit. She's enjoying this way, way too much. Not that it's a bad thing really as Fiona grins as she's keeping a firm grip on Blackout with a grin, with her head buried in his shoulder. "Hawaii, here we goooooo!" she grins, keeping her arms around Blackout as tight as she can muster.

Blackout has posed:
    He'll open a portal behind him; and carrying her with a grin on his face, he'll turn and step into the darkness. The darkness will be a brief respite from the light before stepping out again into a very bright, very warm, very tropical Hawaiian alleyway. The first sounds are that of an ambulance, the area is familiar, she's seen it before. It's where they first teleported here on their 'first date'. He will carry her toward the open mouth of the ambulance bay and then toward the ER. He'll comment, "Alrighty Mrs Daniels, remember, I don't beat you. This was a bicycle accident that we tried to fix ourselves."