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Nick	Well, It is a Sunday afternoon in the middle of Greenwich Village. The sun is out, the wind chilly but other than that, mostly pleasant for a March day. Due to the day of the week and the time, Cafe Polychrome is not in dance club mode and is instead in good food service mode. There are no thumping noises, there are no bodies dancing on the dance floor. There are a couple people sitting at the bar however. As for Nick. He has opted to take one of the tables positioned near the entrance, positioned at window that grants him a view out to Greenwich Village but not the people in Greenwich Village a view inside. The sandwich before him, mostly gone, but the steaming coffee beside him, recently refreshed and he is fully intent on finishing what he has paid for.
Doctor Strange	This was a rare event for the Doctor. Lunch. Or was it dinner? Walking into the establishment carrying a plain, red and yellow walking cane, Doctor Strange was wearing a black, expensive suit, with a dark red tie. Taking off his sunglasses, his eyes slowly adjust to the surroundings. Moving towards a table near Nick's, Strange raises a hand for menu, and proceeds to take off his dark brown leather gloves. Right one. Left one. Putting them...somewhere, Strange sits down, and gets comfortable. He then leans his cane against the wall, and sighs, lightly, as though letting the stress out one iota at a time.
Sara Pezzini	Sara Pezzini's already had an awful day. So she's out here to relax. Or more accurately, outside parking her car. Well, rental. hers lost the will to live when Sara drove it to get breakfast and ended up in a Big Belly Burger parking lot. At which point the car made a thunk and rolled to a halt. So she's got a rental. And she's stepping inside the cafe, not in the best of moods. Instead, Sara slumps into the nearest seat....as she looks tired and restless. If anything, Sara's just....wanting coffee. Lots of it. Right now. Raising a hand she waves to Nick, and doesn't move yet. She'll get her coffee eventually. Looking over to Nick and his coffeee, there's a flash of annoyance in her eyes. She takes a deep breath, wrestling control back from the Witchblade. On the other hand, she's really needing that coffee right about now. So getting up she gets her coffe ordered. Black, sugar, creamer, and as many of those cookies as she can get with $10. Which is less than she was hoping for, really...but she waits by the counter, turning to watch the cafe and Nick. She gives him a look that all but screams she needs all the coffee that's in this place... And then Strange walks in...well, snap. That's like somebody put a jackhammer in her head and she groans, closing her eyes. Yeah, whoever the walking neon magic thing is...they are sending the Witchblade into fits screaming in Sara's head. Power. Lots, and lots of power. And....that's all she figures out before her knees give out and she looks pale and shaky.
Nick	As Nick chews his sandwich, he idly glances over, seeing a Strange. Giving a smile, he lifts up a hand to wave, the lifted arm exposing the old scar on the right arm of the now bearded musician. He gestures to one of the available seats before him before the mastication process finally gives him the freedom to speak politely. "Hey Strange." He replies, giving a small smile, "Join me."
Doctor Strange	Why was he suddenly getting a strange headache? It was like a presence. Or something else. Something powerful. Maybe ancient. Dr Strange grimaces slightly, and shakes his head to try and banish that feeling he just got when his eyes landed on Sara, he paleness, and her knees giving out. Standing up, Strange takes one step towards Sara, and asks, "Are you okay Miss? Do you need any help?" Looking back at the motion to his left, Strange notices Nick. "Nick. Sure. Perhaps we can both join you." Looking back at Sara, Strange waves to her to join them. "I can tell you are struggling with something. Perhaps we can help you Miss...?"
Sara Pezzini	Sara shudders, "I'm fine" she says through ground teeth. "Just a headache is all" she adds. Well, that's not entirely true but, but....she gets to the nearest chair and sinks into it. Maybe if she can quiet the Witchblade, maybe, just, maybe....not as it starts up again. Sara groans and buries her face in her hands, just wanting coffee, and the symbiote to shut the eff up for once. Like now, now's a good time. Distracting the symbiote with fresh baked chocolate chip muffins is doing the trick, as Sara asks someone, anyone, to get her coffee while she's scarfing down chocolate. There's Sara, eating muffins with chocolate chips in them. And not caring. It's keeping the symbiote quiet as she starts on a cookie. Ew. Oatmeal and raisin.....bad, bad idea. She shudders and nudges it away, preferring the chocolate now. She's not pregnant, just dealing with an angry, angry symbiote that wants to kill everyone in here for the host's day being so rough. Shaking her head, Sara orders camommile tea with syrup in it. Totally not helping the 'omg Pez is having a kid' image any, Sara...
Nick	As Strange gets up and walks over towards Sara, Nick's smile fades as he sees who he is indicating. "Sara? Are you okay?" Cup of hot coffee in hand, he gets up, walking over towards where she's seated. "Did you skip breakfast?"
Doctor Strange	"Oh, I have no doubt you are "fine". A lot of my patients and comrades in arms always say they are "fine, it's just a headache". Then I have to drag some evil, demonic silicon illness from the Realm of Nightmare out of them kicking and screaming, or the Plague of Misranfaltine, or the Bubonic Travesity of Dormammu, and they are all like, "Perhaps I wasn't fine"." Strange watches as Nick offers help, and agrees. Maybe it was just breakfast. Strange dials back the irritation from a 9 to a 4, and waves her over. "I do not think you are fine, Miss. There is something trying to get out. I can sense it...and it is giving me a headache." Listening to her order, Strange raises his left "Spockian" eyebrow and then orders the exact same thing a Sara did. "I will say you have great choices in tea however. Perhaps, with Nova Scotia maple syrup...what? It is pure without any...strange additives you get around here.".
Sara Pezzini	Sara glances to Strange. "Okay then" is all she says, scarfing down more muffins. "Yeah you're right. I got a burning desire to kick today's butt from here to the Pacific" Sara mutters and seems to brighten up at the idea of being complimented on her tea choices. That too placates the Witchblade. She looks to Nick then Strange, "So are you some doctor or something?" she asks with a straight face, joining Nick's table. "I'll be okay once I got food. It's been a rough day" she says more to Nick, than to Strange. Though she's not exactly whispering.
Nick	Nick turns his head, listening to Strange before looking back to Pez, "Is this like the office situation?" He moves back towards his seat, sitting down to look to Sara with concern. Unlike Strange and Pez, he does NOT appear to be getting a headache. As Sara sits, he slides his coffee and the untouched complementary water towards her, "What happened? Need to vent?"
Doctor Strange	"Very well then. Welcome." Strange remains standing, studying the woman carefully, as though trying to ascertain something...anything about her. "You seem troubled..." Strange narrows his eyes, and studies her further. "I am a neurosurgeon, yes. A Doctor. MD. I am also a Doctor of the mystic arts. I am Stephen Strange." There was several moments as she speaks to Nick. Nick was a lot better at this than he was. Strange sits down, and takes the cup of tea and a biscuit from the waitress who was kind to bring it to him. With a nod, he takes a sip. It was nice. "Mmmm. Right. Well, this is Nick. I'm Stephen. And you are...?"
Sara Pezzini	"So you know my neighbor?" Sara asks, sipping her own tea, the coffee and water (and muffins) there too. "Nah if I vent I'll get angry and things will get heated" she points out. In her case, literally. The Witchblade is like a honey badger at the moment. It don't give a... Sara though takes a generous sip of coffee. "Well my car died this morning, was driving to get breakfast, came back home, I got Wade's mail in my mailbox, and I'd bought decaf coffee" she says simply. "I figured I'd come out here butt I get a soccer mom minivan rental" she says with a look over both of them. "Then soon as you walk in, there's a screaming in my head" she says sounding puzzled on that one. "Wait a minute. Dr. Strange. Sanctum Santorum. Should I ask for your autograph now or later, or do you want me to fall to my knees and worship you?" she asks. Thank every deity in New York the Witchblade's gone back to whispering quietly to her. She's cautious for the moment. The autograph? She's not into collecting autographs. Nope. With another sip of coffee and a bite into the muffin, the Witchblade is retreating. It's told Sara /all/ about Dr. Strange. Oh great...that's too much info for Pez to handle in one sitting. Thanks, thanks a ton, Witchblade. On the other hand, she now knows who Nick is too.
Nick	Nick gives a wry smile as Strange introduces him to Pez, giving a nod, "Yeah, we've met, Strange." He glances over to Pez, "I actually ran into him when I was restocking on the things I use to help me with my sleep problems. He offered up a few alternatives and it's improved some." He pauses, listening to the heated comment, "Well, can't do anything about the car. You can hand Wade's mail off to me, I'll trade you a bag of regular for decaf and promise you to sneak some to Wade one morning without warning. Does that make the day a bit better?"
Doctor Strange	"That is a lot..." Strange takes it all in as Sara reveals the stuff that had happened. "No need to ask for my autograph." Strange actually breaks his dour expression for three seconds and smiles. "Perhaps I can help you with your...issues. Come and see me when you can." Strange finishes off his coffee and stands up. "Right Nick. Of course you have. You have met pretty much everyone." A second smile. It must be Ragnarok. Again. "Please, feel free to continue then." Strange puts down a 20 and a 10, and points to it so the waitress understands. "Lunch is on me my friends." Turning to leave, Strange pauses. "I am opening a school. A kind of "Mystic Academy". You are both welcome to join, as students..." His eyes look over at Nick "...or staff. Feel free to drop by the Sanctum. You will be able to see it now. We can discuss this further then." Grabbing his cane, Strange then heads towards the exit.
Sara Pezzini	"It does, Nick. It does" Sara says and quirks a brow. "Though Wade and decaf?" she asks. "You think he'll go for decaf, or are you gonna sneak it in then flee?" she adds and chews on a muffin, sipping coffee again. "I got things I can do with those that minivan. Ever seen the NYPD tactical team crammed in a minivan?" she asks with a smirk, and eyes Nick. "Just....if you're going to sneak decaf to Wade....make sure I'm on the clock. Fastest response time everr and keep the coffee pot on for the whole homicide squad" she says and looks to Strange. "Where's this school?" she adds and looks impresed. "Unfortunately, I've already got a full time job. Do you accept guest lecturers? I could help out there and share what I know" she says as she grins a little. Wait, did he actually....no way, he smiled. Holy waffles. This goes to the newspapers. Dr. Strange smiles. More at 11 She nods and orders lunch to go. Okay fine it's her day off, but she does wanna go home, and trade Wade's mail that's on her kitchen counter for actual coffee. Cammomile tea is finished as Sara gets up and smiles. "It was nice meeting you all, and Nick....do me a favor? Stay out of trouble, okay?" she asks. "If you get brought home in a cop car, I'll get a report on my desk first thing" Pez isn't even joking. Ah the joys of being a New York City homicide detective. Pez has strings she can pull.