Owner	Pose
Henry McCoy	Now, to say 'town' isn't really an accurate statement, but -- Westchester county does have businesses along this stretch of the Breakstone. Occasionally, people travelling elsewhere, will stop in the diner or the bar, will arrive for the soul purpose of going golfing, which CERTAINLY isn't happening at this time of year. Who golfs in February? But the old golf course area is still a nice open area and the donuts are rather special. And occasionally, people seeking fitness, but not actually wanting to be boring and stuck indoors, go out for long jogs along the mainroad and end up near deep fried shugaaaaahry goodness, completely and totally innocently. Henry McCoy is a man known for his sweet tooth, but after you've been running for a while, it's a justified refuelling stop isn't it? Wearing a dark blue hoodie, grey sweats and oversized track shoes, he still has a face that doesn't exactly blend in with the crowd, but there's no lack of confidence as he nears the parking lot of the Hole-in-one.
Austin Dallas	Imagine for just a moment the Black Cat. The skin tight body suit with a plunging neck line. White fur trim around the wrists and the neck. Black domino mask that does nothing to disguise her face and a snow white wig that extends down her back... Now imagine it on a Capuchin Monkey. "No Tina, we are not going golfing." The young man, perhaps 17, says to her. He's just wearing a Gothem Knight's hoodie. The monkey chitters at him. "Because it's Febuary." another series of chitters. "Well not all of us are covered in fur. Now do you want doughnuts or not?" The monkey crosses her arms and "Hmmphs." But doesn't protest further. He stops to hold the door for the other person approaching the shop and blinks. "Oh. sorry, didn't mean to stare."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy is a couple of inches shorter than Austin. As such, when he looks to catch the young man's face, those slitted blue eyes look up over the brim of half-moon spectacles that have been bungie'd to his head with a couple of industrial strength ties. Nobody wants to be doing extreme parkour jogging and lose their spectacles to acrobatics, that's just embarassing. There's a grin, complete with bull-dog teeth and a little two fingered salute knocked from his temple, though the simian lady 'Cat' ends up with the attention a moment afterwards. "Neither did I..." Beast replies in a murmur "...my word, but you don't see that often. I personally commend you miss, you wear it better. More petite and svelte." Stepping inside, he drops his head in gratitude. "My thanks young man..." patting his hoodie and sweat pants for his petty change. He smells very odd, overall. Bodywash that's got a very faint, clean scent of rosemary, sweat and that 'simple' fabric softener that hasn't got much of an odour and a peculiar mix of human, simian and feline hints that are quite distinctive. He also has a twinkie in his pocket that's popped its wrapper, probably all unbeknownst to him.
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas smiles a bit as Tina gives a large monkey grin and fans herself as if overwhelmed by the flattery. She then simply jumps from Austin's shoulder to Hank's, looking up at him with almost adoring eyes and the body language of a old noir vamp. As if to say, "Tell me more about how wonderful I am." Austin for his part just shakes his head. "Gotta be careful with the flattery, she's a sucker for it." He doesn't seem to concerned about his own simien friend or too put off by Hank's... well Beastial nature. A shock at first but, it would be for most. He approaches the counter first ordering specifically three jelly, one plain, a large iced coffee and an empty child's size cup.
Henry McCoy	Around Breakstone, there's a good level of tolerance for the odd in the world. It's not really a mystery why, but some secrets are reasonably open. Some of those kids from the nearby school are odd. But their money isn't. Amazing what that gets you after a while. So a young man with a supervillain/hero monkey companion and the Beast? The young man at the counter doesn't bat an eyelid, ringing up the sale with a grin. "The usual, doctor McCoy?" "Oh, ahh, Adrian, yes please. And one of those apple fritters for Anna-Marie, if you would. Ohhh and hot chocolate. Large. Extra cream, with drizzle and sprinkles." "You got it, Doc." Beast looks at his current shoulder passenger out of the corner of his eye. "It isn't flattery when it's the truth, is it?" He sotto-voce's.
Austin Dallas	Tina coos adoringly at the blue furry doctor and then sticks her tongue out at Austin, who just shakes his head. "Please don't stroke her ego any more then it already is. I have to live with her later." He says amused looking for a table. "And I don't care how sweet she looks, I'm giving her half a doughnut and some coffee and her vet would give me hell for that much." he doesn't seem too put off though and gestures to a nearby table.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy winks at the monkey. "You just have to keep it to yourself. You know how fashionably fit you are," he gestures though, an open palmed, claw-tipped invite for the monkey maid to go back to her beau. "Champion to have been a ferry for you m'lady, but your regular buddy will get a cold shoulder if you don't make sure it stays warm." He does join Austin whilst the orders are being prepared. Apparently his usual is two dozen mixed donuts and one insane thing with jelly filling and it seems, an avant garde art display in decorations. This one resembles a furiously iced angry emoji, but it's not the best piping that ever was. "Ahh, has Decker been experimenting again?" "Yep." "Right, right."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas looks amused as Tina leans over and gives Hank a peck on the cheek before leaping back to Austin's shouledr. The young mutant for his part grabs a booster seat, fills the tiny cup half way with iced coffee and breaks the plain doughnut in half. "Oh it's not her figure I'm worried about, when I first got her all she'd eat was bananas. And I was like, Monkey, bananas. Makes since. Turns out I almost made her a diabetic."
Henry McCoy	"Oh, dear, that's not good. Little lady!" Beast beams as the hot chocolate is delivered though and he takes up a long spoon to indulge in all the extravagence before he sits with both hands around the mug, leeching warmth out of it. "Like a warm hug in a mug... ahhh," he pauses, then drops a fact nugget. "A lot of people don't realize that animals can actually suffer the same diseases we do. From an evolutionary standpoint, it makes sense with things like diabetes. But I do imagine it's quite hard to make a monkey diabetic. Natural habitat and plethora of food, their metabolic rate tends to be high enough to handle large fructose levels."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas nods slightly and he gets a slight grin on his face. "True in most cases, but" he says was he breaks in half one of the jellies he ordered for himself, "But we've been breeding banana's for centuries to be higher and higher in sugar content. It's like giving milk to cats. Just because they like it doesn't mean it's good for them." He chuckles a bit. "Sorry, when I get on a topic I know about I tend to ramble on a bit.
Henry McCoy	"Well, yes. Like we do with everything. We're a species with an inherantly sweet tooth." Beast waves a hand dismissively. "Don't apologise, passion liberates the tongue. By the by, the name's Hank McCoy. Doctor, but that's not part of my name."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas hesitates just a moment then says "Austin Dallas... and yes I am aware that that is two cities in Texas." He says it with the resigned nature of someone who has heard the comment so many times that it is almost reflexive. "Blame my mom. she named my sisters Helen Paris and Tammy Wynette. I think I got off lucky.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy blinks. "Oh, indeed. Your mother could've been an anglophile and saddled you with Penistone Scratchy-bottom," terribly serious in the tone, lagubrious in aspect, until he winks and grins once again. "Google it. I swear, occasionally people in general should not be allowed to name things without an editor." He takes a sip of the cocoa. "Your mother was a fan of Country and Western music and culture?"
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas chuckles a little bit and sips his coffee. "My mom was a fan of everything American... except my father. She took my sisters and moved back to Ireland when I was about six." He says with a bit of a shrug. "I see them about once a year. How about yourself Dr. McCoy? If I'm any judge of accents I'm hearing Harvard by way of the mid west?
Henry McCoy	"Oh, well, that's a shame, splitting up siblings like that. I suppose there's a story there, but I won't pry." But then, Hank arches bushy eyebrows in surprise and nods. "Good ear. I thought most of my roots had worked themselves out under the education. Mind, I'm not sure I'd call Illinois mid-west. More left of the middle and leaning on a great lake." He chuckles.
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas chuckles a bit, "I'm pretty good at picking out subtle things." he says feeling rather proud of himself for the fact. He uses a small spoon to carefully extract the jelly from the doughnut before taking a bite, not eating the jelly, just the parts it the doughnut it touched. "I've got really powerful senses." He says with a shrug. "The jelly itself is too sweet to eat, but I like the flavor it gives.. Tina meanwhile looks like she might be going to grab for the spoon but desists with a look from him.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy gets that kind of look where the penny drops. "Aah. That would explain a few things. So do I, to a degree, but my sense of taste has never really cared, other than to occasionally vex me immensely. I suppose my physicality here might have clued you in in that regard. I haven't seen you before though, so... I'll wager that you're not from the local school."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas gives Hank a blank look, obviously not understanding. "I'm from the city actually, not from around here so no I don't go to any of the local schools." he says with a shrug. "I was on a date with someone a few months ago... We stopped here for doughnuts... Lost the girl, but they were really good doughnuts."
Henry McCoy	Right. Shelve that notion, observe! "Ohh, new york? Rochester? A little further afield?" is asked, as Hank takes another gulp of milky chocolate goodness. "My condolences, I suspect she doesn't know what she's missing. Ladies are a mystery." He looks briefly at Tina here, with another wink and inquires. "Have you always had heightened senses?"
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas nods slightly, "More or less. It got... I don't want to say worse but perhaps more potent as I got older. But even when I was a baby, my dad said I would cry all the time because my onesie would irritate my skin. I literally had a silk sleep shirt as a baby because it was the only thing soft enough. I still need silk sheets if I want to sleep.
Henry McCoy	"That's probably considerably easier to get your hands on than angora rabbit wool," Hank replies with a sniff, musing. "Although, if it's a sensitivity issue, that would also qualify. Though millions of chinese people can't be all wrong, nor can the feudal lords of Japan. Lovely material, silk. Sorry! Anyway..." he clears his throat. "You must have had quite a lot of headaches, too."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas chuckles a bit and nods. "Like you wouldn't believe. And it's every sense too. Like I'll try to read something that you write down, but it's hard because I'm also seeing the indents from the five things you wrote on the sheets above. Or trying to listen to music, but you are also hearing everyone in the building's conversations, plus the TV's of the people on the floor.
Henry McCoy	"And then the noise cancelling headphones make your ears complain about the pressure and the feel of the cushioning, plus the slight electrostatic zing against those fine hairs from the speaker itself..." In that, it sounds a lot like the big blue doctor has personal experience. "It's troublesome. I've found mind focusing exercises help. It isn't that the other senses dull or go away, but you can shunt them aside sometimes, by picking your battles with yourself."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas rolls his eyes an in obvious "Don't get me started," manner. "That's more or less what I have to do. It's like a form of self hypnosis you might say. It's a technique my friend Mindy taught me. Like imagine each sense as having it's own box and you carefully put each of them away one by one. It works most nights... but then someone drops a stack of pans or burns a pizza or a police sirin goes by." He shrugs slightly, "I can't recall ever getting a full eight straight."
Henry McCoy	"You should try having a session in an isolation tank. You might freak out, with what it can do. I always look daft when I get out of them though," pause, beat "... like a wet blue dog." The Angry emoji is cut in half with a knife then quarters, so he can eat a sensible sized segment in between poised claws. "Did you have trouble with focusing in studies, also?" He asks curiously.
Austin Dallas	You know that sound you make when you start to laugh, try to hold it back, and your lip vibrates and makes a noise like someone breaking wind? Yeah, Austin does that. Tina sighs, stands and slaps the back of his head and resumes delicately eating her doughnut. "Sorry. Sorry... just that image.." He shakes his head slightly and smirks. "I've thought about it... I just think I'd freak out being under water that long.."
Henry McCoy	"Well, you're... welcome I think," Hank offers with a grin, popping a second piece of donut in for the obligatory chew. His eyebrows bobble up and down twice, like groucho marx. Humour has an effect that he's keen to use, for good reason most of the time. "Just so as you know, deprivation tanks are not complete submersion, most of them anyway. Up to your ears, face free of the water. And it's warm too, floaty light and can thoroughly set the mind adrift. But it definitely isn't for everyone. Particularly not if you're claustrophobic."
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas headshakes. "Not Claustrophobic, just scared of drowning. Almost did drown once. And if it's a choice between breathing air and breathing water, turns out I'm an air guy." He says mildly amused. His eyes shifting over but otherwise ignoring as Tina steals a fingerful of the Jelly he removed from his own doughnut and suckles it lasciviously. "I'll look into it though. I have some friends that might be able to hook me up." It's then his phone buzzes and he checks it. "Speaking of I have to be headed back. Meeting a friend to do some shopping."
Henry McCoy	"Aah, mustn't keep a friend waiting..." Beast doesn't seem upset by this at all, bowing his head at an angle. "A pleasure to have met you, however briefly mister Dallas. And little miss Black Cat." The last bits of donut on his plate join the others in the contents of his stomach and he rises himself. "And I have to deliver donuts. There's a lady in my own near future that has an apple fritter with her name metaphorically stamped on it." He grins, then flips his hood up, salutes and trots on out.
Austin Dallas	Austin Dallas collects his own doughnuts and downs the remainder of his coffee, scooping Tina up and giving the doctor a two fingered salute as he heads to the door. "No, I don't know where they sell extra spicy mustard, but we promised we'd go with her. come on." He says as the Monkey waves fondly at the blue man.