Owner	Pose
Henry McCoy	It's quite a nice evening, in Breakstone. There's a bit of a shindig going on at the local highschool, which means there's flocks of young people enjoying the early hours, laughing on the streets, heading to the dance. The ice-cream parlour is packed, but the diner? Oh, there's a few people here, having burgers and fries and a root beer float before they head to have 'good clean fun' and nevermind the beer in the back of their pickup truck... But there's also Henry McCoy. He's sat at the strip of bar, rather than at the booths, a pitcher of perfectly chilled beer nearby and a thing of beauty infront of himself. He hasn't started it yet. THere's the mushroom gravy, the mashed potatos with garlic piled into the perfect mountain. Green beans sauted and... meatloaf. Home made meatloaf, by the diner's mom and pop owners. They put oats in it and just the right spices to hold it all beaaaaaaaaaaaautifully in harmony. "Oh, my dearest, your sacrifice will not be in vain..." a benediction placed over the arrangement, the diner waitress laughs at the doctor as she goes about her business. He might be blue, but here they don't bat an eye. Beast never causes trouble.
Nikki	Being someone who was never a popular kid in person causes Nikki to sort of skim by those who are off to have 'good clean fun'. She'd call them liars but it's not her place to judge and she's more likely unaware of what all is going on, and this is one time where ignorance can be bliss. Stepping into the diner, it's a place she normally comes to when she's out and about in this area because she doesn't get judged. Not even when she has Squishy in tow and moves to settle in a seat about three down from Doctor McCoy. The waitress comes up to her a few moments after she's sat down and simply places a soda in front of her without saying much of anything except, "The usual today, Nikki?" Sometimes Nikki changes her mind, sometimes she sticks with the usual - and even the usual can change. She seems to think on it a moment and then finally nods her head. "Nikki will have the usual. She will also have a...uhm..chocolate shake!" The young woman offers with a beamed smile, which the waitress notes down and then walks off to get that started. A few beep-boops come from Nikki's robot companion. "Shhh! Squishy! Be nice..."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy's nearest ear to the door twitches, because it always does when there's new things to hear. He glances that way, pale blue eyes bright over the top of his spectacles. A young woman and a little roller-wheel robot. "Ohhh, I forgot they do shakes here..." he calls to the waitress "..Kathy, make that two shakes!" Tucking his napkin into the front of his T-shirt he lifts the perfect balance of bean, mash and meatloaf up, like it's a fine bordeaux wine. "They are culinary geniuses, I swear."
Nikki	Nikki blinks, glancing over to Beast for a moment, tilting her head one way and then the other. "The food at Mel's is really good. It's the only place Nikki will come to and eat." Well, that's mostly true. It depends on which area of town she's in. After a moment, and a few more boop-beeps from Squishy, Nikki glowers. "Squishy wants to know why he's covered in fur and blue..."
Henry McCoy	Popping the fork in his mouth and making a pantomime of waving hands and swaying side to side with happy mouth noises coming out of his nose, Beast washes it down with a sip of beer, which probably doesn't add to the flavour profile all that much. He takes up his glass and lifts it in a toast to Nikki, looking from her, to the robot, back and forth. This happens for about a minute, before he says with amusement of his tone. "He isn't. I am."
Nikki	"No Squishy knows he isn't blue... but Nikki and Squishy don't know Blue Man's name, and felt rude to call him blue man so called him..him.." Nikki seems to confuse herself in that circle of an explanation. "So...what's his name? Nikki is Nikki and Squishy is Squishy...." She offers and then a plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas is placed in front of her.
Henry McCoy	"Ahhh, the third person participle of speech is problematic in semantics. Because quite clearly, Squishy is not blue and covered in fur, he's small and has a ball underneath him and is made of metal." Beast observes, peering over the top of his glasses at the little robot. He smiles at it and waves fingers tipped with claws at the little autonomic machine. "Hello Squishy," and up to Nikki, right as she too, indulges in the King of Meatloaves, only with a different vegetable consort on the plate. "And a pleasure to meet you, Nikki. My name is Henry, but a lot of people call me Hank. And I, my dear lady, am a weresmurf."
Nikki	Nikki is soon given a second plate, upon which she moves her meatloaf and then pushes her other plate to the side for a moment. The meatloaf is then covered in a bit of ketchup, heinz 57 sauce, and a couple dashes of tobasco. She's listening though, which is proven as she pauses before cutting into the meat, looking over to Hank a moment. "Hank should know that smurfs aren't real. So Hank cannot be a weresmurf. Nikki thinks Hank is a mutant. She's met mutants before. They don't scare her." Then she cuts into the meatloaf and eats a nice forkful.
Henry McCoy	"A logical conclusion, miss Nikki and quite correct. But the weresmurf is amusing anyway and in scandinavia, particularly Denmark, they might argue that Schlumpfe exist. Given the mutli-dimension theory of reality, that's altogether possible and one never knows, interaction with Schlumpfe may be mutagenic, though I'm rather sure I don't have Danish blood. You never can tell though, I ought to do a human genome trace." He tucks in healthily then, only pausing for the beam to Kathy the waitress, for the arrival of the chocolate shakes. No surprise that he can put it away like food is going out of style. "I don't often get asked any more, given that I've shown up enough times on television, people usually know who I am."
Nikki	Oh. See. Now there's a topic of interest that catches Nikki's attention. "Multi-dimensional existence is proven if you read the papers from Mister Lang and take into account his work with quantum theory. One could theorize further that maybe multi-dimensional existence isn't just mirror images of worlds, but of states. Hence why traveling through quantum space is different than our current world. Time works differently, making it a whole other dimension." She offers, in what may be the most put together string of thoughts and words that anyone has ever heard from her. Then she takes another bite of her meatloaf. "Nikki's never seen Hank on television, but Nikki doesn't really watch much teevee. Why was Hank on it?"
Henry McCoy	"Quite so," Hank sounds impressed. "And there are also parallels, in multi string theory." Beast gives her a thoughtful look, sucking the last of his shake noisily up the straw with gusto. He sets it aside with a lipsmack and a small smile, looking back. "I'm an X-man. Also, a scientist, which is usually what takes me on the television. Also a part-time Avenger, when they need a brain and don't have Doctor Banner in the right frame of mind. The work isn't amazing, but well, the Avengers tend to accumulate paparazzi and I end up in the cross-fire, wearing dark blue spandex shorts."
Nikki	"Nikki may talk funny and look young, but she isn't stupid. Nikki knows things, studied in school. She built Squishy cause she's good with robot stuff...programming machines." The young woman says as she works on finishing her meatloaf. "Maybe Nikki will look it up on YouTube. She hangs out there when she's home and not playing her video game..." Which makes her think. "Squishy. Remind Nikki when we get home that she needs to look up the next tournament."
Henry McCoy	"Oh, lord have mercy, you'll probably get an eyeful. I avoid youtube videos for fear I'll fall down a rabbit hole and find my fuzzy but in a montage." Hank chuckles, pouring his last beer and nursing it. "And I have no doubt that you are highly intelligent. Never judge a book by its cover, it's a recipe for making you a fool, after all." Pausing, he sniffs. "You're a gamer, then?"
Nikki	Nikki pushes her plate away and then brings back the one with the mashed potatoes and peas. Those get mixed together on the plate, gravy and all. "Nikki plays Smite. She's an award and championship winning gamer. Goes by KiKiLuvs online." She says this much in response to Beast's question.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy smiles a little fwip of a smile at this and nods. "Talented then," he proffers, glances at his watch as it makes a beep at him. He silences it. Nope. "I got rather addicted to minecraft a couple of times, I found it a very handy platform for doing fun three dimensional experimentations in design. But otherwise, I'm just prone to having call of duty nights with my friends. Doesn't happen nearly often enough, I feel." Gesturing to the separation of plates, he asks "...is it to do with the taste?"
Nikki	"Call of Duty is alright when one has the right group to play with. Otherwise it's just a bunch of noobs who ought to be back on the tit." Nikki offers and then thinks on it a moment. "What's Hank's platform of play? Computer or console?" She asks this much, taking a bite of the mixed up peas and potatoes. Though his last question has her giving a tilt of her head. "Kind of? Nikki doesn't want ketchup and other sauces on her potatoes, but she likes it on the meatloaf. So she puts it apart." Then she takes a drink of her shake.
Henry McCoy	"Aah, I see." Interesting compartmentalism going on here, both in mind and in action. Beast idly scratches the back of his neck a few times, then proffers. "Console. Computer I'd be perpetually trying to lean the entire tower sideways whenever I was attempting to do what I affectionately call 'shakey cam hell'. I end up doing that with the console controller, but that's considerably less shout-at-me worthy." He grins.
Nikki	"Hank should add Nikki and maybe they can game together some time." Nikki offers this and then sort of pats herself over some before finding her card. It's robin's egg blue with various video game stamps all over the back ground. Has her name, her online IDs depending on what console or PC program being played. "Nikki doesn't know if people still recognize her name, but it'd be fun she thinks."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy reaches the distance to take the card. He has long arms, longer than average, thanks to that genetic atavism he has going on. It's flipped between fingers, read and looked over. "I can't say I have the same kind of card to hand out, but a moment..." he fishes in his sport's jacket, bringing out a far more ordinary business card, with his name and credentials on it. He takes a pen, writing his console handle on it above all the honourifics after his name. It's handed over, with a smile and a nod, polishing off his beer. "It would be fun. I once tried having a game with a young man that recently graduated, but his talent for technology made me look like an absolute moron. I died /so/ many times. He got creative though, so I couldn't really be irritated." And frankly, it's hard to irritate Beast most days. His watch beeps again and he sighs, poking it. "I'm afraid I'm being called away. It was lovely to meet you, Nikki and your companion, Squishy. And if you need to contact me for something other than a game of COD, feel free. I try and be helpful."
Nikki	Nikki nods and takes the card from him. "Thank you Hank. Nikki and Squishy are pleased to have met you too and will keep in touch!" Then she goes back to her food, cause, food.