9374/Nobody Important

Nobody Important
Date of Scene:	30 September 2019
Location:	Salem Center, Westchester County
Synopsis:	Blurr successfully draws some mutants out to the Lost Pond Mall by freaking out security.
Cast of Characters:	Blurr, Cypher, Nightingale

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Blurr has posed:
    Blurr found himself hanging around Salem Center for a little while after encountering Shannon there and scanning some piece of jewelry they said was mysterious. But to him, there was nothing mysterious about it. As far as he's concerned, it was just a pendant. So he isn't sure what they're all fussing about or why they think it's unusual at all.

    Wouldn't be the first time those Terrans had been fooled into thinking something false.

    At any rate, he's currently screeching laps around the Lost Pond Mall parking lot, freaking out many a hapless human driver with cutting edge near misses, with several mall security vehicles chasing him. No police yet, but it's only a matter of time...

Cypher has posed:
    ...See, Doug has experience with extraterrestrials who are decidedly out of their depth. So when somebody started talking about a race car doing donuts sin the mall parking lot, he got on his motorbike and sped down there...
    And there it is. "Hey." He calls, "HEY! CUT IT OUT, DIPSTICK!"

Blurr has posed:
    Oh, it's definitely Blurr, there is no mistaking that look. Well hey at least he has a license plate, even though it's an expired one that belonged to someone else. As Doug is racing toward said extraterrestrial, some of the security personnel lean out of their vehicles and shout at him. "Hey kid, you gotta clear outta here, it's not safe."

    Then that blond-haired teen-looking avatar appears on the bike behind him. "-Make- me." Why yes, a millennia-old alien is acting like a child.

Cypher has posed:
    "I'm more qualified to deal with this than you are." Doug says, "...Trust me."
    He raises his eyebrows, and says, "Seriously? You're going to pull that line on me. Look, I get it, you're stuck on an alien planet alone and what's worse, you're *bored*. He gets the impression that in whatever way Cybertronians think about these things, Blurr is a teenager.
    "But these are humans, not... seagulls. They won't put up with you... driving around in a mall parking lot playing chicken with grandmas!"

Blurr has posed:
    The security guy quirks a brow at Doug, eying that prosthetic arm. But he shrugs. Not like he can stop the guy. At least he warned him.

    Blurr swings wildly around the entrance to a Rainforest Cafe, nearly clipping the corner and sending a couple of families scattering away from the sidewalk. "One, I'm not stuck. Two, I'm not alone. Three--okay yes I'm bored. I'll give you that. And don't ask me to tell you why I'm still here right now because that's classified."

    Of course, he's not going nearly as fast as he's capable--firstly because that would actually hurt people and secondly he likes letting these pursuers think they -almost- have him before he gets away from them in the nick time.

    "What did you say your name was?"

Cypher has posed:
    "Does that matter?" Doug says, hopping off the bike and walking into the middle of Blurr's path. He stands there, waiting for the Cybertronian to speed up to him, and he doesn't flinch or back away. "Ok, so you're not stuck. You are here, however. If you're not alone, I assume that the others you're with would be keeping an eye on you, but they must be *much* better at hiding--" He nettles the Cybertronian's ego a bit, on purpose.
    "...Which one? I have two."

Nightingale has posed:
     What started as a perfectly /normal/ trip to make up for the failed attempt at a visit to the mall the day before, turned out to be anything but normal once again. A blue and white blur zips right by Shannon as she's going by the cafe, having parted ways from her chaperon to meet up again later, nearly clipping her as well. Unlike most of the others present, however, she does indeed wing her way into the air like a seagull startled away from its feast.

     "What the heck?!" As she gains a little altitude, and thus a safer vantage point, she gets a better look at what nearly mowed her down. Laughing, she shakes her head, calling down. "Hey... be careful, you almost took me out there!"

Blurr has posed:
    This, of course, freaks the mall security the hell out. "Hey what do you think you're doing, kid?!" the man from earlier shouts as Doug just jumps in front of the speeding car.

    But Blurr figured Doug would do that, and he was prepared. There is more screeching against the pavement of the parking lot as he twists sharply toward the right and drifts to a stop mere inches from the mutant man. Ha, he -thought- he could do it without transforming!

    "Uh, both?" he suggests at the question of which name. The avatar hops off of Doug's bike and chuckles at Shannon. "Don't worry, you were never in any danger."

Cypher has posed:
    "He could literally dead stop on a dime while going a hundred and fifty miles an hour." Doug says, to the security guard. "I'm not worried."
    Then he promptly sits on Blurr's hood, which he imagines is a lot like sitting on his nose. He looks up at Shannon, and then crosses his arms, and his legs, before he switches to Cybertronian. "Well, they call me Cypher." He says, casually. "It means I'm nobody important." Then he taps Blurr's hood with a techno-organic finger. Then he looks up at Shannon, and quirks his mouth. "Listen. I can tell you don't want to hurt anybody, but you're... acting out. Which means there's a problem that needs to be fixed. So? What is it?"

Blurr has posed:
    "But you're special, aren't you? As in, you're not like most other Terrans. So what exactly is it that you can do, Cypher? Other than speak neocybex without having ever learned it?"

    "I mean, of course there are problems, there are always problems. But you don't need to know about ours, since they don't really concern you." Yet. The avatar turns to Shannon. "And what about you, besides being able to fly?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles some. "Just a healer. Nothing special." Shannon's smile is a little rueful as she comes to land near Doug and Blurr. "Healing, flying, and generally getting into trouble. Ask Doug what he does, and he'll try to say it's nothing special but it's the exact opposite."

Cypher has posed:
    "I'm a specialized hypercognitive." Doug says, still talking in Neocybex. "I have an all-round high IQ, but I specialize in pattern recognition and linguistic comprehension. Some would say I have the ability to communicate with anything that's at all capable of it."
    He looks up at Shannon, and then says, "I take it your safety buddy is still in Nordstrom's?" He arches an eyebrow.

Blurr has posed:
    "Healing, huh? How does it work?" Blurr asks Shannon, appearing genuinely interested. "Do you have to touch your target? Or can you do it from any distance? Does it just work on humans? Or could it work on other species too?"

    But he seems especially interested in what Doug had to say. "Oh? Anything at all, huh? And has that proven to be true? Cityspeakers come to mind...

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods. "It depends on physical contact with the one I'm trying to heal. So far, I haven't tried on anything except for humans, though I've got a feeling it may be restricted to non-mechanical species." Shannon sighs sadly, hanging her head in shame as she looks at her hands for a moment. To Doug, she just nods, looking even more like she was a kid being chewed out in front of the principal's office. "Yeah, for all that matters. I didn't break any rules coming out here." Great. Just great. How else could she screw up today?

Cypher has posed:
    "I'm speaking your language, aren't I? Even though it's incredibly complex, with no Earth root I could draw off of to understand it?" Then he adds, "Well, it gives me a lot of different abilities, some of which I'm just figuring out. I've never met a computer I couldn't use, for instance."
    He looks up at Shannon, and says, "You're fine. I'm not going to rat you out."

Blurr has posed:
    "Well, maybe you should try it. Never know until you try, right?" Blurr reminds Shannon. "But like, how does it really work? Do you just...focus and think about putting their bodies back together, or destroying an infection?"

    He studies Doug pensively. "Huh..." he says, switching the translator back on. "That is really neat." A half-smile comes across the avatar's face. "Would you be up for trying something new?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon hears her phone buzzing in her pocket and grumbles a little bit, pulling out the device. Within seconds, her face goes deathly white, and her grip on the phone looks as if she could break it. "Frak... Doug, I've got to go back. Being called into Jean's office." Her voice has gone very tense, and she's actually shaking as she takes to the air. "Blurr... hold that thought on the healing. Even if my gift doesn't work on non-humans, I can always learn more conventional means of healing and repair." She smiles a little bit to both, and has to fly. Literally. She takes off at what looks to be for her, top speed; if Blurr clocks her, it's about 65 mph.

Cypher has posed:
    Doug tilts his head at Shannon, and says, "I'll be fine. I'm just going to see Blurr here off. Tell the others I'll be back soon."
    It's worth noting he's paying attention to the car, and ignoring the hologram. He's well aware of the alien's true nature. "If it stops you from doing donuts in this parking lot and giving somebody's grandma a coronary, I'm listening."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr watches Shannon get all pale and tense. "You okay?" he asks, but she takes off before he can find out.

    Hey, the avatar is just there so that Doug doesn't look like a crazy person talking to an empty car. He seems a bit confused by that vernacular though, perhaps because the translator doesn't handle it too well. "'Do donuts'? Do you mean eat donuts? No, I don't eat what you eat. And what is 'grandma'?"

    "Anyway, I just thought you might want to see if your abilities work on my ship's navigation systems. Bet you've never tried alien tech before. Or even if you have, bet you haven't tried -ours-."

Cypher has posed:
    "Doing donuts are when you drive in circles really really fast in a parking lot." Doug says, "And a grandma is an elderly human woman, who can be easily frightened into having a coronary episode by a robot doing donuts at a hundred and fifty miles an hour in a mall parking lot."
    "I've had some experience with ETs," Doug says, extending that black and gold techno-organic arm. He quirks his mouth, and then says, "...If it will get you out of here? Ok."

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh, that's a pretty niche definition." Blurr remarks. Must be some colloquialism. "I thought donuts were a type of Terran cuisine."

    "Like I said, not stuck here. Just thought you might want to put your abilities to the test, for the sake of learning more about yourself and what you can do."

Cypher has posed:
    Doug really should know better... but he nods, once. "Okay. But just for a little bit." He says, "I'm a busy guy, with a lot of work to do." He gets off the hood, and says, "So do I just get in the passenger side, or is that rude?)

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh, I'm sure you'll want to have all the time you can get with it." Blurr says with a smirk. "So maybe we should wait for another time when you'll have more time to explore your full potential."

    Suddenly, Doug's phone goes off with the typical notification sound, and if he looks it seems that the blocked number that had come up when he'd contacted them before is no longer blocked, but instead is a string of alien symbols. Of course, Doug can probably tell they point to a particular frequency.

Cypher has posed:
Doug takes out his phone, and studies it. "Well no... what I mean is that I'm *always* busy, but I can make time." He tilts his head at his phone, and then says, "So you're giving me your number?" He says. "...Keen."

Blurr has posed:
    "Aren't we all. But I guess it all depends on what you consider to be important." Blurr remarks as Doug looks down at his phone. A shrug. "So I guess if it's not a priority for you, you don't have to. It is for you, after all."

    A brow goes up. "Uh, I guess yeah, it's kind of a number? It's my hailing frequency, should be able to use your little comm device there to ping it, primitive as it is."

Cypher has posed:
"I built this myself." Doug says, "It's not -- well I suppose to you it would be." Doug snorts. "Aliens. If I had your tech, the computers I could build..."
    Temptation wins out over common sense. "...Okay, hot shot, yeah, I want to see it." He says. "You got me."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr smirks. "I know. But you didn't have to shy away from admitting it." The avatar fades from view, but his voice still projects from...somewhere. "I'd be pretty eager myself, if I were from this mudball." he chuckles. "Well, you know how to contact me." Then he rushes off!

Cypher has posed:
    Doug watches Blurr race off, and he puts his chin in his hand. "...Huh." He says. "What's your game, Blurr...?" He asks himself, before he goes to straddle his bike and drive off. There's going to be a lot of confused cops!