Owner	Pose
Ysabelle	Death Valley. It's name seems rather apt what with the crazy racing that'll start later that day. Ysabelle had managed to secure a ticket by paying an exorbitant amount of money to someone selling it second hand. She herself having little skill with computers, let alone the type of high speed clicking that was needed to get one in the four minute window they'd been on sale. Of course, the only real reason she'd wanted a ticket was so that she could legitimately be there, just in case something happened. It wasn't that she was /expecting/ it to really, more that prevention was better than cure - and that many super powered people tended to draw all sorts of nuclear grade fallout. And so it was, she'd ported herself into the area, and had begun a walk around the heated confines of the small town nearby. Not feeling the need to cover up, there's not a bead of sweat on the paper-white magician's skin despite the heat. (A trick that many that passed seemed to be envious of as they fanned themselves with newspapers and drank gallons of water.) She's wearing a simple pale green summer dress of thin cotton that's loose around torso and legs, but is chinched with a simple yellow belt around the middle. As always, her skirts cover her to her ankles, with plain leather sandles that criss-cross her feet and dissapear up her ankles out of sight. With grass green lipstick and dusky grey eyeshadow to give her face depth, the musician hums a snatch of some local song as she peruses some merch stalls set up for the race.
Rose Kolodny	Team Stark. Rumor has it Iron Man himself is going to be driving the Stark-Fujikawa car in the event, which has been wrapped under so many layers of secrecy that the number of fakes have proliferated like wildfire... or maybe carefully organized guerilla marketing. The pit crew, with the deep vermillion truck containing the anticipated 'Stark crew' arrived yesterday, and the gaggle of Stark girls, Wardrobe people, PR and who the hell knows who elese arrived by private jet earlier. The woman currently lingering near the stalls pretending like she's there to shop with her head turned towards what can be seen of the track came in that bunch, for all that she's not young enough or curvaceous enough to be one of the Stark-spirit team. It's hot enough that she's had to forgoe her favored black on black and loose for ease of movement outfit, instead staking the stall out in a pair of black leggings and a white white-beater with only the lanyard around her neck to identify her connection with Team Stark. Fish belly pale skin and circuitry tattoos on display as she at least pretends like she's not doing the same thing every crew worth their salt is; trying to get a leg up on the competition.
Ysabelle	Nothing like distraction to make something happen. As Molly reaches for something (who knows?) on the table to pretend she's actually shopping, Ysabelle had also been reaching for the same thing - which turned out to be a wide brimmed sunhat with the logo of the race on the brim. Either way, hands collide before they get to the hat and the startled woman murmurs; "Oh, I do beg your pardon." Turning to look at Molly. It's years of practice that keep the magician's mouth from dropping open at the swirling vortex of temporal energy that surrounds the cyborg. It's fading true, an old journey indeed, but it's clear that the woman isn't from around here. And that would appear to be an understatement. After the moment's surprise, green painted lips curve up in a warm smile, as she offers the same hand again. "I am Ysabelle Orion." She offers with a confidence that would belie her small stature. The first move in making any aquaintence, the introduction.
Rose Kolodny	It takes Molly a moment to turn her head towards the table, brows beetling as she draws back her hand and follows Ysabelle's to the woman herself. At 5'7", she's not exactly the most imposing figure, but compared to Ysabelle she feels like a giant. Slow about offering her own hand before she offers,"M... Sally. Sally Shears." which at least matches what's on her ID tag, even if it's not what was going to escape her mouth first,"Y'go ahead. Wasn't.. paying attention." well, she was, just not to where she was sticking her hand. At least taking a look at the contents of the stall with a distant curiousity finally and maybe, perhaps, assuming Ysabelle's youth... considering presents for certain people in her life.
Ysabelle	"I just wanted something that would keep the sun out of my eyes." The shorter woman admits with a soft laugh. "And perhaps something with a logo would help me fit in a little better, everyone here seems to have /something/ at least." She does collect the hat, and in doing so notices that ID badge, a solitary eyebrow raising. "You're with one of the teams Miss Shears?" The lack of recognition of the company name speaks volumes about the snow-white woman before Sally. "I'm hoping to catch the race myself, I have a ticket though I'm not entirely sure where..." She produces said ticket from a pocket on the skirt of her dress. "Area F, row 44, seat D is. But I'm sure there'll be ushers to show me." Her accent is odd, even with a rollodex to go from the taller woman's computer would come up blank. 'Western European' is about as close as can be managed.
Rose Kolodny	There's a quiet grunt from Molly,"Sunglasses generally work better without making your head as hot." she opines distractedly, electing to touch the visors with one of those '...what the hell is this even supposed to be' kind of looks. The question prompts a look from the stall owner, and makes her collect the lanyard with her free hand to drop down her top,"Yeh." there's really no point in denying that, though the degree of excitement from the stall owner makes her slink at least two steps to the side to place some distance between herself and the stall operator in an unspoken 'don't even try to merch me' movement,"Not precisely sure where that is, sorry. No doubt there will be ushers, though... what I could see of the seating was... huge. You're European? What team do you favor?" so she might know who to watch for competition, for all that she doesn't speak it aloud.
Ysabelle	The ghostly woman's smile turns bashful. "I don't really." She admits softly, realising her faux pas as Sally moves away from the stall. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you didn't want people to know." A single hand gestures towards where the lanyard now lies hidden. "Perhaps I can make it up to you some how? A cool drink perhaps?" It's only polite after all, after scuppering someone's plans. Whether Sally accepts or not, the woman explains; "I'm from Greece originally. Though the reason I'm here is more towards curiousity and carefulness." She laughs at herself lightly. "I'm not making much sense am I? I'm here to watch yes, but mainly I'm here to help make sure nothing bad happens. Historically, when a lot of super-powered people get together, there are those that have less savoury plans in mind."
Rose Kolodny	There's a faint smile from Molly before she nods vaguely towards another lurker,"Most of the teams probably have someone down here. Getting a feel for it. I just don't want to advertise." there's a gesture of her hand in the direction of one of the seating areas. That it has a decent view is... well, not a coincidence. But the heat is taking a toll on her, too, and a cold drink seems like a good idea, if only to let her presence slip back into the hubbub of the stalls,"Greece." she acknowledges,"Can't say I've been there, personally... and... bad? I heard about last years accident. But the security is very strenuous this year. So it should be fine." there is a pause though,"Logically, however... that suggests that you are some form of... out of costume costumed type?"
Ysabelle	"Everyone does keep insisiting I'm some sort of hero..." Ysabelle admits as they make their way over, she herself letting the other woman sit before she does, smoothing her skirts under her as she does so before taking a moment to make sure they sit right as she crosses her legs at the ankle. "But truth be told I'm just an old magician who helps out now and then. Mostly I just advise one government agency or other when something arcane is happening." It's all said with an air of normality. The strange little woman might as well be talking about the weather, or offering a pot of tea. When the server comes, the magus does indeed order a pot of tea, earl grey and still hot despite the weather. Laying down hard currency to cover both hers and Sally's drinks. "And yourself? You seem aquainted with the supers if you jump so readily to such a conclusion." And still that soft smile remains.
Rose Kolodny	"If that's not the right word, I apologize. The nomenclature appears to be... complex." Molly offers politely, picking a spot under an umbrella, but outside, and cautious about how hot the plastic might be before settling in to,"So... governmental advisor... magician?" she pauses, beer for her, screw teetotalling. Though she does also ask for a pitcher of ice water for the table, too,"Most of the teams are being fielded by billionaires who like to spend their time flitting around saving people... or something. And unless you're hiding a rifle under that skirt you're not planning on shooting anything that crops up. So. Most... normal, people, here, are too busy being excited about seeing their favorite celebrities. Or... car wrecks... to worry about whether or not it's actually safe."
Ysabelle	Ysabelle nods as she listens, picking up the line of logic as the other woman explains it to her. "Ah yes. Well, to me a hero is someone who champions goodness for goodness' sake. Because it's the 'right thing to do'." Her smile deepens, turning maternal as she explains to the older looking woman. It's a look that doesn't seem to fit with her apparent age, but it's there all the same; "I tend to only step in when it's an actual evil that's threatening our reality." Ysabelle smiles as the waitress brings their drinks, pouring for them both (at least the water) before creating her own tea, with lemon and honey. A lot of honey. "So for instance, a theft, or a bar room brawl? A hero would step in. I will not." Matter of fact still; "A breach of our reality, or say, a temporal rift. And I do." She taps the edge of her cup with her spoon setting it aside. "So I hope you don't take this amiss when I ask; What time are you from Miss Shears?"
Rose Kolodny	"I find the definition of 'goodness' is subjective." Molly drawls, she can't help herself,"But it does seem to be a... popular pasttime." the oddity of that smile makes her furrow her brows more, none too impressed about seemingly being patronized by a woman she assumes to be younger.     "So what, to you, counts as actual evil?" she asks, nodding acknowledgment for the delivery of the drinks as she listens. A vague smile curls her lips at the description of what a hero might step in for. Oops. No wonder she has trouble with people like Robin. She elects to take a swig of the beer before arching a brow,"I suppose that depends on whether or not anything I say is liable to be reprinted." she elects to state rather than answer the question.
Ysabelle	"Nothing you say will go beyond my ears..." Ysabelle intones with a small nod. As she murmurs a few words in a language that has no right to still be heard, her hand resting on the table turns up, flows of air creating a barrier to stop sound. The world around the pair goes silent. And Ysabelle takes a sip of her tea, whilst she lets that sink in. "That at least, I can promise." She advises as her cup is set back on it's saucer primly. "Good is a concept, what is important is the connotations it implies." She advises with that same maternal smile. "But if you are to trust me, I should be willing to do the same yes?" She opines, her look turning considering as those gem-like eyes catch the sunlight and sparkle. "Let's see... Recently I stepped in to help one 'Sir Steel' when an arcane creature broke through and was giving him some trouble. I also helped advise S.H.I.E.L.D on the bridge incident. Although I never got involved in the combat there..." Another one and that should suffice she decides; "A young woman in Gotham also seems to have found a rather dark series of magicks. I will be keeping an eye on her." And with an inclination of her head, she makes it clear it's Sally's turn.
Rose Kolodny	To Molly's sensitive hearing, the difference is noticeable, and more than a little creepy, her head turning to take a look around with the beer drawn up to her lips as she debates. The PR team was very clear about the fact that she is not allowed to talk to the press. Under any circumstances. In fact, the less people who know why she's there, the better. But they didn't prep her for being asked about things not related to the race by people who aren't involved.     "I don't deal with the arcane." there's no real apology in her tone for it, she recognizes 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' out of all that, the rest of it might as well be Greek to her, but she does elect to concede,"Twenty-two thirty."
Ysabelle	The woman's eyes widen a fraction, as good as a gasp from anyone else. "That is far... Alas I only travel forward, at the same pace as anyone else." Because the world would likely end before the magus would attempt another Temporal spell. Not that the other woman needed to know that. "Thank you for your honesty." She adds with a smile; "I'll try not to pry further. Though I must admit to being curious as to what it might be like..." That smile finally turns towards the sheepish, a girlish sparkle in the woman's eyes. "All hover cars and ray pistols no doubt." She holds up a hand to forstall any explanation. "I will wait, and see it with my own eyes. Patience is a virtue I try to cultivate."
Rose Kolodny	"So do I." Molly offers wryly as she takes another drink, lenses turning towards the track,"How, and why, are questions I've given up asking. The relevant information is missing." there's a slight shrug of her shoulders,"I've been told it takes less than fifteen minutes to work out that I'm not from around here. Less if they can see my lenses... and at the end of the day... to me at least it's less strange than... magicians." there's a small snort from her,"That... presumes that it's necessarily the same... arc. We don't have mutants... or... magicians. So either somehow something is screwed up badly over the next couple of centuries that they sanitized from the records... or my future isn't necessarily yours."
Ysabelle	"Ah... Mutliple dimensions, each with multiple timelines creates the lace of reality. All woven together however we might wish it otherwise. I am sorry you've been plucked from yours and deposited here..." The woman takes a sip of tea to wet her throat. "It must have taken quite some getting used to. Though if it helps, I knew you were not from here because of the temporal energies still around you... They've nearly faded, but it's rare enough to have piqued my interest." The lenses at least, she'd not commented on. Perhaps having been distracted by those same energies? "Though I do wonder at your lack of questions... You must be a very practical woman."
Rose Kolodny	"I'm not." Molly shrugs,"Some things, sure. But... overall. No." she tips back the beer again before nodding her head slightly,"I thought that might be the case. You're not the first one to notice them. I cannot detect them, myself. If it wasn't for the obvious audio difference I wouldn't..." believe in magic? Not quite the right term, but still,"What could I ask you about your abilities that would make sense to me? Precious little, I suspect. Someone claiming to be a magician in my world world get themselves medicated, in the least. Or treated for drug addiction. That things which should be impossible are possible here is... a fact I've become somewhat used to. But right now I'm supposed to be studying the track in preparation for the race.. so while I'll answer questions within reason... most of the one's I have that you'd be likely to answer I can likely receive from extant databases. Ysabelle Orion. Magician. Does not consider herself a hero. Is capable of detecting temporaral flux. Cross-references Sir Steel, S.H.I.E.L.D. and arcane disturbances in Gotham." distracted Molly with the majority of her augs turned over to race physics isn't somewhat more clinical than the cyborg is even on average.
Ysabelle	"Ah." She nods lightly and with a smile. "I suppose it is cusomary for people to just ask about powers these days... The art of conversation seems to be going the same way as decorum." Her smile turns self-depreciating. "Perhaps I have stayed away too long this time at that." Finishing her tea, she sets cup and saucer back ont he table before dabbing at the edge of her lips with a napkin. "I feel I have taken enough of your time on this very important day for you and your team." She releases the weave of air, and the sounds of talking, the bustling of the market and cafe all come crashing back in, seeming all the louder for it's absence. Standing, the oddly pale woman adds; "However, what I would expect you to have asked is... How on Earth I would get to see your own time. When I am standing here /now/." A with an almost girlish wink, the magician seems to pull into herself vanishing with a soft -pop- of inrushing air!