Owner	Pose
Roxy Spaulding	THE OUTFIT: It's Halo Burger! The outfits are practically immortal, famous the world over for their white/gold color scheme and ridiculous visors. Roxy's technically violating the dress code with her DYED HAIR but the manager's technically violating the... everything code... with his everything. So it's all a wash in the end. Anyway, she's wearing a black skirt, white blouse in gold trim, a white visor in gold trim, a whole bunch of "H" logos with snazzy skewed halos on the stem of the H, and one nametag that reads "ROXANNE". She's also wearing an expression that suggests she'd rather be anywhere else. "ROXY! Where the HELL are you? We got a LINE OF PEOPLE out front and you're on REGISTER! Get your BUBBLEGUM-DYED AS-" The camera whips away before Roxanne's pimple-faced manager can finish swearing in public! Zoom! Over the restaurant's registers and overcrowded lobby (people are MAD. Where's the cashier?), over the drinks dispenser and fryalator, into the little cranny where we see our young heroine bent over in a ratings-worrying skirt, head poked out the drive-thru window. "So, like, right. That's 558-9292, and my name's..." Roxanne pops her gum while she speaks to a Corvette full of early-twenties studmuffins, goatees and sunglasses and a particularly fragrant aroma that practically screams *FUN* to anybody smellin' it. She doodles her number and name onto the receipt... ~R<3XY~ Call me <3 <3 "Thanks for the extra tip, guy~" She leans back, waves to the Corvette as it drives off and *just* as her manager rounds the corner, exasperated. Before he can even shout at her... "JESUS, FRANK! I was doing GIRL THINGS back here! God!" Roxanne STOMPS BACK OUT TO THE FRONT to discover...
Ivory	...that the commotion was not only due to a lack of cashiers and kitchen staff - oversight on behalf of the sucky manager - but also because some landwhale of a person with a couple gremlins in tow was shouting and skreetching, jabbing her three inch plastic fingernails at someone with hair that could only cound as white, tucked into a ponytail. Trousers and a black longsleeve clung to the person in perril as the woman with the 'can I speak to your Manager' haircut was spitting their lungs at them, threatening them towards the wall. "EXCUSE MEEE? I SAID GO TO THE REGISTER NAO YOUNG MAN! DO YOUR EFFING JOB NAO! AND GET ME YOUR MANAGER! I WANT YOU FIRED NAO! NO, AFTER YOU SERVED ME YOUNG MAN! I WANT THE MEAL FOR FREE AS COMPENSATION FOR YOUR DISRESPECT!" Yep, some crazy ass... Karen(?)... was pushing Ivory towards the wall, pointy nails on hand and demandign them to man the counter, addressing them as a 'young man' while they had chosen for girl shoes when leaving the house and had no chance to even respond. The crazy one just decided that anyone in a black blouse must work there. And the Bulette's very own gremlins were equally throwing temper tantrums, mimicking their genetic donor and breeding box as tiny copies...
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley was just in search of a burger. That's about all she wanted when she came into this place just in time to find herself staring at all hell breaking loose. For a moment she stares, and then her eyes sweep around in search of any sign of trouble. Is the Joker here with his not-so-pretty makeup? Is this Scarecrow with his fear serum? Or is this... just... A hand comes up to clap over her face while she takes in a long, long breath to try and calm her nerves. It was worse than any Gotham trouble she could think of. Far worse. It was... "Christmas shoppers gone mad. Great."
Karen Starr	Sometimes there were dangers in the world one could dive into to save people from; speeding cars, crashing planes, gunfire, supervillains, zombies, aliens, dinosaurs and sometimes dinosaur aliens...but some? You couldn't solve by throwing them to the sun. Stepping through the door, another 'Karen' who was perhaps regretting the name she'd been given right this moment gave a little whince. The 'manager-cry' was no fun for Kryptonian hearing. Fantastic. With her hair tied back, glasses on and her own 'uniform' of a blouse and slacks, the blonde woman brings her fingers to the bridge of her nose for a moment before stepping forwards and clearing her throat. "Ma'am? Could you not? Some of us only get an hour for our lunch break here." Of course, technically she was probably just redirecting the fury rather than ending it but...well, Kal-El had been big about impressing on her the value of 'saving people'. Sometimes it was just more unpleasent than others.
Roxy Spaulding	Oh my god. While Jabba (by Maybelline) accosts the poor youth in the slacks and the shirt, Roxanne's doing her absolute best to earn the minimum-wage she gets paid - she bustles up behind one of the registers, puts on her brightest, cheeriest smile, and announces to everybody present: "Hey! I can take a customer right here! And Frank is our manager today - he's coming out right NOW!" A slender arm is thrust towards the back, whereupon Frank sort of bumbles out with the spooked look of a man staring death in the eyes. The mob out there is - horrific. "Karen" is... horrific. Actual Disguised Karen is substantially less-so, which means that Frank is grappling between hormones, instincts, and instincts - the former instinct one of gallant save-the-damsel masculinity, while the latter is more or less screaming for him to GET AWAY. "I'm Frank. What seems to be the problem here, Miss... and why are you shouting? You're scaring our customers." Roxanne is furtively gesturing to Carrie, lavender eyes wide while she ushers the other girl towards her register. She's wide open and does not want ANYTHING to do with this disaster! Look! Halo Rings are on sale, two for one! It's a huge deal!
Ivory	Motion gets into the mountain of a monster and it seems like waves of water start to run around the big woman as she turns, jiggling like jelly, one of her arms still stretched out to try to pin Ivory against a wall with those sharp nails. They might even be sharpened just for such actions! "I NEED MY BURGERS AND YOU'LL GIVE THEM FOR FREE! FIRE THIS LAZY *beeeeeep* NAO AND COMPENSATE ME FOR HIS RUDE BEHAVIOR! HE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN MY ORDER HALF AN HOUR AGO!"     Which was impossible, because the monster and her accompanies just had entered the store like two Minutes ago, and instead of lining up started to assault one in the line seemingly at random. And no, Ivory hadn't had a chance to say a *single* word yet. But at least now they have the chance to try to get to their phone to try to call the emergency line... or maybe better the Avengers and JLA? The Landwhale sounded like an invasion force of aliens... at least they were just as loud as one landing.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley watches the theatrics that are going with a slow, deep breath to calm her already frazzled nerves. The screaming was not helping the headache she had building in that tense spot behind her eyes. When Roxy moves over to her register shooting her looks, she glances to the fraccas with a solemn nod. Yeah, she'd let the tall blonde Amazonian seeming woman handle that. A quick path is cut through the tables to the line, and she scooches over to Roxy with a big smile on her face. "Hi! Thank you so much for the prompt and polite service! I wasn't aware Arkham had let their crazies out in New York for a day pass!" A glance is shot over toward the woman in question before she looks back to Roxy. "I'm gonna need the biggest milkshake you have and if you have anything stronger than milk..." She pauses only to sigh wistfully. "Just chocolate. And a Halo burger with extra cheese."
Karen Starr	How much can one get away with without blowing their cover? Well, !NotEvil Karen was going to find out. Her own hand comes out, quick enough to grasp the large woman by the wrist and just...hold it there. Maybe she didn't like being ignored. Did Power Girl recognize Ivory from their brief meeting in the past? Maybe. Or maybe this was just getting -really- irritating. "Given I've just witnessed an attempted assault, disturbing the peace and..." she pauses, slowly turning her gaze over the woman with such a glare it was a miracle her heat vision hadn't just triggered to incinerate the woman. "A list of other horrors, I'm guessing you're wanting to leave now, before you're forced to compensate your victim here." There's a gesture towards Ivory with a nod of her head, but Power Girl's firm grasp remains. "Do I need to call the police?" Direct, but this 'version' of Kara wasn't exactly known for people skills and patience.
Roxy Spaulding	"Yyyyeaah... we can't call them -crazies-... it's against the ruuuules..." Roxy's drawling *AND NODDING* while she speaks, eyes wide to imply the emphasis behind her words. YES. Karen is here EVERY MONDAY. It is RIDICULOUS. She slumps against the countertop, chin in hand while the other punches a few plastic-wrapped keys on the register. Burger? Check. EX CHES? Check. MSHAK - CHOC - LG? Check. Stronger than milk? Jeez. Roxy frowns, and punches in "CRML DRZL" because that tastes pretty good and she hates her job. "...but they're murkin' HARD tonight. That'll be $9.50! Our milkshakes are worth WAY too many dead presidents, it's like, hella lame." Roxy holds out her hand, apology writ across her face! The camera zooms from the two women towards KAREN, EVIL KAREN, IVORY, and FRANK. Frank puts his hands on his hips, much emboldened now that Good Karen has become the scariest thing in the room. He lifts his chin, defiant, manly, powerful in the face of this *evil* creature, a champion for peace during mealtime. Light glistens on his oily face, a gleaming badge for all his poise and surety! "Y-yeah," his voice cracks. DAMN IT, FRANK, NOT IN FRONT OF THE HOTTIE. "G-get out! I'll call the crops! Cops!"
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley doesn't seem to mind the price at all as she quickly fishes out the amount from her pocket to thrust over to Roxy. She doesn't even really bother to count it out. It looks like it might be a twenty in there. However she just shakes her head and says, "Keep the change. Maybe get yourself something too," she adds with a wry smile before stepping to the side to await her order to be filled. As soon as it is, she's jamming out the door hoping beyond hope that her car isn't blocking in the customer from heck.
Karen Starr	Truth be told, PG had a little tunnel vision really. She hadn't noticed Frank properly until he'd spoken up in his squeeking voice and really all she manages is a little flick of her eyes his way before she 'directs' that wrist to turn the woman around, facing her towards the door and nudging her off when she lets go. She couldn't really threaten physical violence on an ordinary citizen, no matter how insufferable...and she couldn't really intervene as Power Girl when she was already very clearly seen. Carrie's departure is noticed, but with an exhaled breath the Kryptonian turns towards the counter herself as if she'd -decided- the incident was over. Because the 'evil' Karen's hated being ignored most of all! "So anyway," she begins as she approaches the counter, adjusting her glasses. "Can I get a milkshake?"