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Hyperion	The Coffee Bean was a quaint little shop in Manhattan. The lunch rush was just getting over with, though many had found themselves peacefully enjoying their food from the cafe portion of the coffee shop. Simple conversations echo into the empty space, questioning whether or night they might look up and see Superman or Wonder Woman. They do get a hero today, just not the one they think and certainly not looking like a hero. Having just finished parking his truck, Markus Milton - Hyperion - steps into the store and walks towards the counter. Lacking cape and tights, he wears a red flannel shirt in addition to work pants and simple boots. He wears a 'New York Yankees' hat on his head to cover his auburn hair. "Can I have a creme brulee latte please? Extra shots of espresso with it please?" Order placed, the massive man now has to try and find a place to sit...
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild is coming from Empire State University, on her way back to her rented apartment in the city. She's wearing a cream colored sweater and a pair of green tights. She cuts quite a figure, given that she's astoundingly tall and muscular, more than a foot taller than any other woman in the place. She has a pair of sunglasses pushed up on her head and a pair of earbuds in, the soft sound of a lecture on quantum physics from Reed Richards going in her ear. It's an old lecture, but one of her favorites. She's absent-minded enough that she bumps lightly into Hyperion's back. Most men would go sprawling from even that light contact, given her power, but Hyperion stays steady. Caitlin's eyebrows go up. "Sorry, was a little distrated," she admits, pulling out her earbuds and offering him a hand as she peers. Something familiar about him. She does know most of the superheroes, "Oh, uh, caramel macchiato, iced, with cinnamon added?" she says. "I know, it's almost ice cream," she admits.
Hyperion	It looks like Mark had found a spot when suddenly there's a *bump* coming from behind him! Caitlin was /tall/ and so was Mark. That being said...he meets her eyes plainly, his eyes widening just a little bit from the raw beauty she possessed, to such a point that it must be genetic alteration or some kind of supernatural method. "Oh it's uhm...-" Despite looking tough, he was a little shy. "Guess I'm just a little daydreamy. Sorry about that, was in my own little world too. You alright?" Because a normal person probably would've knocked their own shoulder out of socket. A hand offered is a hand taken. "Hi." He gives it an awkward shake before it pauses. "Oh you weren't-" He clears his throat and backs up to let her order. He doesn't know her from Eve. Who is she? "I'm Mark." He introduces himself awkwardly after she orders. "And it's a good order. What's wrong with ice cream coffee?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild smiles, "Caitlin Fairchild," she says. "I'm a professor over at the University and...I'm in the...in the Justice League and a few...a few other superhero teams, I actually kind of am not sure how many I'm actively in right now, because sometimes they shut down unexpectedly and they don't even really tell me and i've got so much going on that I forget to check in. I need to call Alpha Flight sometime," she mutters. "Darn Canadians, they're so polite, but they really can nudge me if I'm needed." "Oh, sorry. Yes. Hi, Mark. And nothing, except there's an innate cultural prejudice bias towards strong or black coffee, as a signifier of strength, often gendered. Yet, knowing this, I remained instinctively defensive about my oversweetened drink. Touche'. Er...hi." "You seem, uh, pretty strong."
Hyperion	"Nice to meet you Caitlin Fairchild." Mark seems to retrieve his coffee as she makes mention she's a professor. "What do you teach if I may ask, Professor?" then she's casually dropping the JLA bomb. "Woah. Like with Superman, Batman and the gang?" He asks her. "Explains the bumping thing...normally it's not that clean. If you want though, I can give my friends at Alpha Flight a ring and tell them you're interested. I'm sure you're needed." He shrugs. "They're just bad at calling. I would know." Mark casually drops he's a hero too, made known when he notices his coffee is a little on the cold side. His eyes suddenly glow a brilliant orange hue and the coffee starts stealing before he takes that initial sip. "Mmm. Much better." He looks at her coffee and he just can't help but smile at her. "Well, can't doubt that. But if you ask me, I'd fight someone over a spilled sweet drink." He clears his throat. "You're strong too." He meets her eyes. "And gorgeous." He looks surprised that he even said that and he immediately thumbs towards the corner booth he spotted. "Do you want to maybe...sit together?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild nods, "My body wasn't always like this. I, uh, sprouted a bit when my powers activated. Most of the time, I'm used to it, but if I let my mind drift, I think I still default back to being a little teenager in my head," she says. She flushes a bit at the compliment, "Uh, gosh, thanks," she says, tucking some red hair behind her ear, "Uh, sure, lemme just," she says, waving her charge card vaguely in the direction of the reader, but thankfully the system here is pretty advanced - and very used to serving Caitlin. She's a regular in semester. "I teach physics, applied and theoretical, although I'm teaching a quantum theory class this semester. I dabble in a lot of areas, though, I've had kind of a crazy life. It's better than most forms of post-graduate work, in my opinion. But I did that, too.
Hyperion	"Oh? You didn't always-" Hyperion gestures to her rather modelesque figure, but it makes sense if she got the looks as a bonus when her powers. "That makes sense. I've...well, always had my powers. Even as a baby. I just had a weird upbringing, but the Canadian Government kiiinda lied to me my whole life until I tried normal out for a change." He shared a bit about himself in exchange for Caitlin being an open book. He just can't stop looking at those eyes. Her red hair behind an ear reveals more than words - at least in his assumptions - and he chuckles nervously. "I..made it weird, didn't I?" He's horribly awkward! Though he nods as she admits she has to pay for the service. "Oh of course." He waits patiently for her, being in no rush to run from her company. "Physics? Wow. That's pretty amazing." Mark tells her, tilting his head. "What kind of areas if you don't mind my asking? I learned some anatomy but...I didn't really go to college. No college money, you know?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild nods, "That makes sense. I worked for the Canadian government for a while. They were involved in some of the experiments that lead to me getting my powers. Surprisingly shady, despite their wholesome reputations," she says, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh, no, no, I'm always weird, I promise. I don't, uh, socialize that much, I guess, I do superhero work and academics, plus my own research, plus...uh, sleep?" she says. "I don't have time for much else.
Hyperion	"Yeah...believe it or not,they made a whole fake neighborhood just for me. Talk about creepy. And if they experimented on you...I'm sorry that it happened." Mark tells her with genuine sympathy. He was experimented on too, but not nearly to such an extent that his entire morphology changed. "Oh good, it's not just me. I just Uh...don't know how to talk to women in general. Or people, really. I wake up, drive a truck for money, and come home. Occasionally I do the superhero thing and meet beautiful individuals named Caitlin in coffee shops." Mark tells her with a slight wince. "Can your physics knowledge give me a filter?" "Then a pause. "Room in your schedule for a sudden coffee date with a guy who'd like to know you better?" He asks, a little hopefully. Awkward is right.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild almost chokes on her drink for a second, taken off guard, "Oh, I...I mean...I think...I could probably...find somemthing,' she says. She's torn between flattery and genuine panic about realizing she doesn't know what kind of room she has in her schedule. She pulls out a paper notebook, marked over with pen, with various things crossed out or connected with arrows, "I know, I know, I do have a digital schedule, but it only gets finalized when I go to bed each night, because I'm always re-arranging or changing things..." she says. "Oh, uh...yeah, I mean...sure."