9943/Electric Mayhem

Electric Mayhem
Date of Scene:	06 November 2019
Location:	Fred's Diner - Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Volt, Surge

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Volt has posed:
Night has fallen upon Mutant Town, and crime tends to take an uptick when it does. The streets are mean. The crooks, meaner still. And if you want the worst of the worst, look to the criminals who society rejected before they even chose to break the law. That's the sorry state of the local thuggery. It's a hard life in Bushwick. And hard times can either make people strong, or break'em down.

It's the latter demographic that interests Volt; a young man, and that's about all the locals know about him outside of his deeds. Nowhere to be, no name to give, and seemingly with nothing left to lose, Volt's something of a local notoriety these days. If crime kicks up and he's around, it gets shut down in electrical fury - with quips to spare. A guardian angel in dingy hoody and baseball cap; the 'don't remember my face after tonight' uniform if ever there was one.

At this time, he's taken a seat along the counter of Fred's diner. He's scared up a few bucks and has a plate of fries before himself. The hood is up, the cap worn beneath it, and sunglasses veil his eyes against the otherwise revealing light of the interior. Patrons have insofar left him be, and a lack of commotion has left him munch on the crinklecuts in peace. So far, at least!

Surge has posed:
Enter Noriko.

Sweaty because she's been out clubbing, stumbling because she's been drinking, and glossy eyed because she's high as absolute fuck. The highest, so high, super high.. "Fred!" That is not his name. Nobody knows why they call it Fred's Diner, really. It's a joke amongst some of the students who come here after a night at Evolutions where Nori definitely was -not-. She does not go to hip clubs with the in crowd mutants, oh no.

She goes to dives where they don't check IDs.

And drugs are sold in bathrooms.

Mostly pot, but still, don't judge.

She has a condition.

She drops down in her booth and yanks her goggles off her electric blue head, tossing them down on the tables surface so she can shuffle around for some dollar bills to also drop on the surface infront of her. Dollar bill, is more accurate, and a fist full of change that is predominately copper. "How much can I get for tree fiddy? Is that enough for coffee and bacon? Also toast?"

Volt has posed:
The loud name gets the attention of everyone present, including the be-shaded 'Volt'. His hooded head turns to regard the blue-haired girl, her demeanor, her mannerisms, oh lord she's wasted, isn't she? She looks young, though. About his age. The irony here being his adherence to clean living, while being homeless, measured against... just... whatever is going on with that troubled soul.

Still. He can't leave well enough alone.

"Long night?," he asks, tone light and non-judgmental. Just affable.

Surge has posed:
Nori stopped clean living when SHE was homeless a few years ago! Thankfully she's not graduated to the more desperate fare available to people and has kept it pretty easy with just pot, but it's only a matter of time right? She'd have totally done Hook.. alas.

She perks up a little when someone calls out to her and rubs hands down both cheeks, smearing her makeup in the process. "Hell yeah, but it was fucking awesome." Grinning like a stoned idiot as the waitress groans at the notion of counting a dollars worth of pennies.

A fact Nori takes a great deal more pride in than she should.

Volt has posed:
Though his gaze is hidden, Volt's eyes flit to the mountain of pennies. There once was a time he'd be able to help with that. These days, he can't exactly say he's better off than her financially. Instead, he clears his throat and refocuses on the female in question.

"Yeah, sounds lit," he agrees without really meaning it. "Bet you'll be feeling it in the morning, though, eh? Or is your power, uh.. metabolizing alcohol'n stuff?" He isn't sure what the actual science behind it would be. Science was not his strongsuit.

Surge has posed:
Trying to count those pennies with Nori's big ass gauntlets on would be ney impossible. The fine motor dexterity required is well outside her wheelhouse while carting them around, but her upper arms are built like a brick shit house for it!

Easily 15lbs a piece. Lugged around.. All day.

Where's the gun show? Right here.

"Yeah it was pretty lit." Nori agrees with a bobbing nod and an appreciative whistle at the waitress returning with coffee, "Nah, I burn off that shit pretty quickly. Stick my pinky in a light socket and I'll be good as new by noon."

Volt has posed:
Volt offers a bemused smile at first. But only at first. It falters as he realizes something: he can't tell if she's joking, or so high she'd do something dangerously stupid by most standards. "Wait, you mean that?," he asks. "Finger in lightsocket? Is your power cheating death?" The last bit is added with a lilt of tease to his tone.

At this point, the vagabond has spun around on his stool to face Noriko more directly. Infrequently, he'll reach back at his plate to retrieve a couple fries.

Surge has posed:
Nori loves the game! She's not so high that she can't play along, even if she is very high indeed!

Maybe she can just because she is.

These things are unknowable.

"No, my power is sticking my finger in light sockets." Said coyly, but she snaps and a bit of electricity dances between her metal fingers after the crisp SNCKT sound of the gauntlets digits rubbing together. "Then I store it, then I use it .. or I get reeeeeeal high on it, whichever comes first."

Volt has posed:
Much of Volt's face is hidden. The brim of the baseball cap casts a shadow of his face, the hood his his hair and profile, the sunglasses hide his eyes. But none of it can hide the lone obsidian eyebrow cresting above those shades. She did something electrical. She absorbs electricity. She's like him?

"So if a lightning bolt were to strike you," he begins, trailing to let her complete the thought. He's so curious! While he can absorb tremendous amounts of energy for a brief period of time, he can't do it on the fly from simply being hit with it. It has to be from a source.

Surge has posed:
Yeah boi.

Nori smirks as the realization comes to Volt, gauntlet clanking down against the table near her coffee cup with a loud thud. That coffee cup is retaken carefully and brought up for a long drink of the warming, soothing, delicious nector of the gods.

"Mm.." Burnt her lip during his question. Two fingers touch it and her eyes shift up to him, "I... don't know. That would be a ton of fucking charge... I'd probably explode, but I could definitely absorb it for the point five seconds it took for every molecule in my body to super charge and seperate from hyper activity or some chemical sounding bullshit."

Volt has posed:
"Yeah, I didn't get any of that," admits Volt. Science, not his strongsuit. Especially mutant science. They didn't exactly teach that at his public normie school. But he munches another set of fries to free up his left hand, offering it forward. Sans gauntlets, slender tendrils of brilliant blue electricity begin arcing between his spread digits with a low buzzing hum.

"People around here call me Volt."

Surge has posed:
"Volt." Nori smirks at the name, but not in a judgemental way. "Curiosity makes sense now. Unless you're one of those groupie mother fuckers who wishes he was a mutant but was born boring as fuck." The cup is set aside because there is soon to be bacon and one does not put things in the way of a Noriko and her bacon.

Perking up a little, "Noriko Ashida, but most people around her call me Surge."

BACON!

It's barely out of the waitresses hands and she's already picking a piece off to shove full tilt into her open mouth. "Yum yum yum.."

Volt has posed:
"Surge," he repeats while she stuffs her face. "I like that. Kind've wish I'd thought of it." But Volt is what people know him as, so it's what he'll keep. Besides, he can't exactly go around stealing names, can he?

He chews a lone fry contemplatively, head turning aside for just a moment. Ah, whatever.

The focus returns to the girl. "Hate to tell you, I'm not part of your fanclub. I'm just another genetic weirdo. And I'm cool with that." He leans back, elbows propping on the counter behind him. "Noriko Ashida," he considers as he idly fetches another solitary fry. "You Japanese?"

Surge has posed:
"You're not female enough for my fanclub." Nori doesn't look up from the plate of bacon, nor is she cruel about it, it just is what it is. Picking around the little strips until she finds one that's almost black-crispy with a gleeful little sound that would be girly if anyone else had done it... she's wearing entirely too many safety pins in her face, though.

"Hm?" Chewing the deliciousness like it could be giving her an orgasm, which it could, it's fucking bacon okay. "Oh, yeah. Born and raised." She has a small accent, but there's really not much of one. "Dad insisted I learn American.." Waving her metal fingers, shaking her head, "Blah blah something something business blah blah something something duty... I don't know, I never paid attention to him."