9658/Pasta Tense

Pasta Tense
Date of Scene:	19 October 2019
Location:	Flushing, Queens
Synopsis:	Sara does some late morning shopping, runs into Blur. Night shifts are evil.
Cast of Characters:	Witchblade, Blurr

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Witchblade has posed:
Daytime in Queens, and Sara Pezini, Detective, is....not doing detectiv-y things. Her shift ended at 6am. Six hours and not much sleep later...she's out shopping. Finding a little grocery store in Queens, she's there and filling her cart with everything she needs to live. Which is, mostly off the shelf stuff, really. On her salary Sara's not buyin gourmet things. Mostly since it's her apartment and she's only got so much room in her kitchen. That being said, she's still got her 'on the job' clothes on, button down shirt paired with slacks and boots. She's got her badge in her pocket and she's got her phone in her other pocket. She's not armed, her guns' safely in the locker at work,but Sara's still got her 'cop vibe' going, and the 'do not mess with me' vibe. Sara's able to take care of herself, but now she's in off the clock mode. Into her cart goes a six pack of Bud. Because, really, she's tired, and it's the first beers she came to. God knows she needs it after some of the cases she's dealt with. She's off t one side of the aislee,it's a small store, three or four aisles, the fourth being more the way to the door, a few checkouts, and a nice Indian man running the store who is willing to talk with his customers and help them out, too. Sara's got her usual jewelry on. She's just stood there with a jar of pasta sauce in each hand, unsure which to buy.

Blurr has posed:
    The pasta sauce is usually in the same aisle as the pasta, and as with many typical grocery stores, the aisles are lined up in a parallel fashion, with walkways in between. But since this is a smaller store, some stuff is crammed into the same aisle. In this case, pasta and sauces and such were in the same aisle as the dairy.

    As she's standing there debating different sauces, what appears to be some teenager opens an egg carton while holding it upside down, resulting in all dozen eggs falling out and splattering all over the floor, some of it even flying up and getting on her slacks.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara huffs a little at the egg and shakes her head. "Hey, Careful" Sara says. "You just splattered egg everywhere" she adds and...she's tired, and cranky, but not about to go ballistic at a teenager. She looks over the teenager and sighs. "Hey Raji, you got a cloth? There's eggs all over the floor" Sara calls, and stays put. "You want to check the eggs, okay, but the box opens pointing at the ceiling" Sara adds suppressing a yawn. She's tired alright, but...

She gives the teen another look, "Look. All I'm saying is just....be careful" she grouses sounding like she's going to fall asleep right there, though as she does so, a pasta sauce jar slips out of her hand and shatters on the floorr. "Fuck" Sara says, "Now that's not helping" she adds putting the other jar back, and looking down at the combined egg and sauce mess.

Blurr has posed:
    "Uh, sorry!" The teen exclaims. "Sorry, I dunno, it was sitting there like that." he says defensively. The store's employees rush over and start cleaning up the mess, but then Sara herself ends up dropping the pasta bottle she was holding, creating an even bigger mess that also splatters on them while they were trying to clean up the eggs.

    Okay, Blurr can't help it. The avatar smirks. "Careful, right. As careful as you?" he remarks sarcastically. Now an astute observer might notice that there is something odd about this person. He seems to be...well, too perfect-looking to be real. Like a model on a magazine cover.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's never claimed to be at her best on four hours of sleep. Instead she's giving te teenager the look cops use, that one that says Sara's got a little bit of suspicion and that sudden defensiveness doesn't help. But she's letting it slide for now. "Just....remember which way up egg boxes open" she says tiredly. She grunts a little, shaking her head. "Just.,,..yeah. "Sara grunts, shaking her head again. Then she eyes the teen, looking like she's looking for any flaws.

Blurr has posed:
    The teen chuckles at her. "Sure. Yeah, I'll do that. As long as you remember that glass is fragile and doesn't handle being smashed against the floor by gravity very well."

    The store workers finish cleaning up the mess, standing up. Some of them snigger a little bit at that one before they walk away.

Witchblade has posed:
One all in the verbal sparring contest. Sara's got to get her momentum back. She's a detective after all. She's....got a reputation of sorts. Then again, she's also deathly tired. That being said, Sara's also running on NYPD issue coffee, four hours sleep and pixie stix. Hey, they were in the machines at the subway stations. So, she nods quietly. "Yeah. Glass breaks. I hear you" Sara says dryly. "But eggs break easier" she says. She's determined to keep the verbal spar going. "So, aside from breaking eggs. What are you up to?" she asks shifting subjects

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh well I didn't know that." The holoform says. He actually didn't. Sure, he'd heard about eggs, and maybe seen some images of them, but never really touched one.

    To that last question, he shrugs. "We're in a shop, what else would I be doing other than shopping?"

Witchblade has posed:
"Yeeeeeees" Sara says slowly, "Yes, you're in a shop, shopping. I suppose you could be dancing down the aisles, or....something" Sara adds with a quiet sigh running her hands through her hair. She's too tired for this. Cofee's needed. Actual, honest to God coffee. Not the crap they serve in the NYPD. Nope. She needs to stay awake and focus.

"Well now you know" she adds with a shrug as if to say 'lesson learned'. Or 'Now you remember that'. She's silently judging the egg dropping stunt, as Sara finally steps back, and looks weary and wary at the same time. She's absolutely believing this is happening. Though as she steps back, she looks to her cart then the teen. "I meant besides shopping" Sara says

Blurr has posed:
    "Live and learn, right?" The teen replies, peering at her shopping cart and the items in it. Hm, interesting. Terrans certainly had an extremely wide variety of different types of cuisine.

    "Uh, I don't know what else I would be doing, I was asking you that question just now." he says with a shrug, and as he does so, something odd happens. The image flickers, almost like a malfunctioning projector or something. It's very subtle and brief, but if one is observant enough, it is noticeable.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head. "You could be doing a lotta things" she points out, leaning against the cart. She's missed the flicker, but....but, well, she's just trying to figure out how people genuinely don't know about eggs. It's a mystery to her, really. A huge mystery. She rubs her forhead and looks weary for a moment. "So. You're shopping. Okay" Sara says and glances from the teen to her cart. With a huge yawn, Sara considers just eating the coffee beans...but thinks better of it with a blink. She nudges the cart forward a little, then grabs the jar of pasta sauce she set down earlier.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr watches Sara intently as she yawns, and then puts a bottle of pasta sauce into her cart. What is she doing?

    "Oh? like what?" he asks, genuinely curious. "What other things could I be doing?" The holoforms picks up a box that says 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter' on it. Huh, what an odd name. Or is it supposed to be a name?

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head. "Yeah it's a name" she says. I"t's....never mind. Too fuckin' early for explaining that. Or late, whichever it happens to be as Sara slides a bottle of milkk into her cart. It's one of those big plastic ones. She looks to it, then raises her palms. "It's calledd that because people think....it's complicated. I'm not awake enough for this" Sara mutters, then grabs another pack of butter and throws it in her cart. "Oh but I can believe it's not butter" Sara shrugs, "Because it's good"

Blurr has posed:
    A brow goes up at the explanation as the avatar puts the prodcut back on the shelf. He doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really care, either. Well other than it's just a weirdly long name, which is good enough for him. "Well if you're tired, maybe you should go get some more sleep?" he suggests. "Sorry to have bothered you, and uh, soiled your clothes." The teen starts to head toward the doors. He turns a corner around the meat aisle.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods lamely. "I should. But" Sara says, "Got to buy food for the month. I figured now's as good a time as ever." she says to his back as he turns a corner. She finishes up with her groceries and starts for the checkout, then sighs heavily. Sleep would be a good thing. Now if only she could get some

Blurr has posed:
    As Sara leaves the store, she bears witness to a fancy custom-rig-looking sports car jerking out of a parking spot and screeching out onto the street like some kind of drag racer. Except even worse than that. In fact, one might even question how some of those maneuvers were even possible without smashing into a dozen different things.