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Mason	F.Y.E. has rarely been so busy. Mason Steele dropped by unannounced, and started signing albums. Of course they were happy to have the business. Soon enough the word was out on social media. It was good for business, and the crowd ebbed and flowed as the day went on. He sits now at a folding table, his famous pearly smile on his face as he slings the sharpie across a girl's poster. "There ya go, Brigette, you'll have to show me where you hang it," he adds with a wink.
Mason	F.Y.E. has rarely been so busy. Mason Steele dropped by unannounced, and started signing albums. Of course they were happy to have the business. Soon enough the word was out on social media. It was good for business, and the crowd ebbed and flowed as the day went on. He sits now at a folding table, his famous pearly smile on his face as he slings the sharpie across a girl's poster. "There ya go, Brigette, you'll have to show me where you hang it," he adds with a wink.
Terra	Atlee is also at the mall today, but she's shopping. The girl's wearing jeans and boots with a hoodie over a t-shirt, looking every bit the typical teenager. She's even carrying a couple of shopping bags. The crowd attracts her natural curiosity, of course, so Atlee waits in line with the other kids. She's not sure exactly why, but she'll wait all the same. Brigette gets her poster signed, and then it's Atlee's turn. "Hey, I know you!" she declares, as if finally working it out. "You're, um, Mason... MasonMasonMason... Mason STEELE."
Mason	Mason smiles in a gracious manner, "I am, but there's only one Mason," he corrects teasingly. "I just thought I'd come out and see how people were here. Just another guy, you know?" He reaches up from his seat, offering a hand to shake. "I think you have the advantage over me," he confesses. "What's your name?
Terra	She offers her hand, the nails unpainted but neatly cared for. "I'm Atlee, and there's only one of me too." she replies brightly. Her grip is firm but not uncomfortably so, and a moment before they touch she gets a peculiar look on her face. "I, um, didn't bring anything for you to sign. But it's nice meeting you all the same." And yet her expression doesn't seem to have anything to do with her lack of souvenirs.
Mason	Mason pulls her hand in to give it a gentlemanly kiss. "That's okay, I get writer's cramp after a while," he jokes. "It's great to meet you." He doesn't seem to much about the odd look. "You shop here a lot?"
Terra	Atlee blinks at the kiss on her hand, unpainted lips pulling into a bit of a smile at that. She's seen enough movies to know the gesture. She just hasn't had anyone -do- it to her before. "I... I'll bet you do." she replies, on the subject of writer's cramp. Shrugging at the question, she replies. "It's a nice mall, and I just moved in with my friend Karen." Still holding onto his hand, she looks him over again. "You must have a really unusual diet."
Mason	Mason gives a smile that is mixed with confusion. "An unusual diet," he echoes, "I try to eat healthy," he answers. "I can't deny I like trying strange foods. What's your favorite?" He genuinely looks like he has no idea what she is referring to.
Terra	Her eyes widen at his indirect answer and her brown eyes widen, mouth making an 'oh!' expression. She winks at that, as if sharing a private joke with him before she replies. "Well I do like a diet that's healthy, yes. High in vitamins and minerals. Especially minerals."
Mason	Mason continues to look mildly confused, and chuckles. "I see. Well, what's your favorite restaurant?" he asks. "Maybe we should check it out some time." A picture gets shoved to him by the girl behind Atlee, and he glances down, grabbing the marker in his left hand and smiling before she takes it, not as determined to talk as Atlee is. He turns his look back to her. "Hungry?"
Terra	Atlee doesn't seem to get it at first, but then the picture is pushed towards him around her and she steps off to the side. "I, um, sure. And I like just about anything. New here in town, so I don't have a favorite restaurant yet."
Mason	Mason glances around, "Well, there's a lull, maybe a good time for me to get out of here, anyway, I'm hungry, and I don't want to spend all day here. I just kinda ended up here." He stands to his feet, closing the marker. He doesn't bother doing anything to close up shop, he just leaves the table, heading to the door. "Hey guys, thanks for letting me crash," he offers with a salute, then looks back out at the shopping center. "I'm pretty new here, too," he admits. "So maybe we can play the restaurant roulette game. In the mood for anything? I got this app that you can put in your location, and pick a style, then just spin and see what you get that's nearby."
Terra	Her eyes widen at the restaurant app. "There's an app for that? Really?" And she seems genuinely excited to try it. "Um, let's start with something easy. I like burgers, so plug that in. Oh! And fries. Gotta have fries with burgers."
Mason	"Sure," Mason says, Okay," he swipes down the list to burger places, and then gives a 3 mile radius, tilting the phone so that she can see it. He holds it out to her, the spin button lit up. "Would you like to do the honors, miss Atlee?" he asks.
Terra	Tilting her head, she rocks back and forth from toe to heel and reaches for the app. Biting her lower lip, she pushes the spin button and watches with undisguised excitement. "I've never done this before." she offers, watching.
Mason	The names of the burger joints spins, and Mason watches, "Oh, it's great, keeps people from guessing where I will be," he says. "And I get to try new places to eat with good company," he compliments. "Here we go," he says as it stops. "Frank's Smokehouse and Grill." He starts walking, as to not stay in one place at once. "Sound good?" He taps the directions button, and the system brings up the walking route. "Oh, see, just a couple minutes away."
Terra	Atlee falls into step beside him, having to walk a bit more quickly to keep up. She doesn't have any problem with it, all the same. "So you really eat, you know, burgers and stuff? Like regular people. I just assumed you ate... other stuff."
Mason	"Other stuff?" Mason asks with a laugh. "Famous people aren't supposed to like burgers?" he suggests. "We have secret food that nobody else knows about," he teases, following the course to the burger joint. "What else would I eat?"
Terra	"Dirt. Clay. A few rocks." Atlee doesn't hold back, now that they're walking just themselves. "Either that or some really weird sandwiches." She gives him a moment to react before she adds. "I can just tell. But I can also keep secrets. I'm pretty good at it."
Mason	Mason slows, a look fo mild panic crossing his face before he covers it again with a smile and a laugh. "Why would anyone eat that?" he asks. "I'm pretty sure that it would make you sick if you did that." Apparently he's not ready to admit to such a thing.
Terra	Atlee gives him a knowing smile at that, nodding once. "No idea." she quips back. Actually she *does* have a few ideas why someone might do that, but she also knows better than to push. "So didn't you used to be a thing with Andrea? I caught part of her concert in the park."
Mason	Mason smiles awkwardly. "Yeah..." he says, "That was a while back," he explains. "Just didn't work out. I heard about her concert. I warned her it was dangerous to be that outspoken, I'm glad there were people there to help her. Were you there during the attack?" he asks. "Sounds like it was scary."
Terra	Atlee sees her chance, then. Secret for a secret? Regardless, trust has to start somewhere. "Yeah, I was. Promise you won't tell anyone, but I was one of the ones helping fight back the attackers." According to the News that was a pretty long list.
Mason	Mason glances down at Atlee, as if in disbelief. "You? Really?" he asks, a lopsided grin on his face. "You're like five feet tall." He adds, "Not that I have a problem with short pretty girls," he adds. He motions again, "I just... that's pretty impressive. You have to be pretty brave to do something like that."
Terra	Atlee laughs softly at that, pausing to turn and face him more directly. "Really." she replies. Extending her hand off to the right, a dozen or so clumps or earth and rock just spring out of the ground. The loose clumps compact into spheres, then sprout sharp-looking spikes. "I can take care of myself pretty well."
Mason	Mason's eyes go wide as she forms the spikes. "Oh, wow," he says, more curious than frightened. "So, I guess you probably can. You can do all that just by thinking about it? You are like, telekinetic?" He looks at the spikes. "Can I touch it? Is it safe?" he asks, reaching out to try to take one of the spheres by a spike.
Terra	Atlee shrugs, and a couple of the spiked rocks float over. "Geokinetic." she corrects. "I can manipulate earth and rock and stone. It's just something I do naturally. I sense the rock and it does what I want."
Mason	"Wow," Mason says, "That's pretty cool," he says, and then glances around. "You gotta be careful though, you probably shouldn't let everyone see that," he warns, "Especially after what happened at the concert, you know?" He continues on, glancing to see if anyone noticed her trick. "Really dangerous."
Terra	Atlee nods, and with a flick of her fingers the rocks return to the ground again. "Like I said. I can take care of myself. That's just a taste." she replies. "But thanks all the same. After the concert, though, I don't think anyone's going to be stupid enough to attack people with powers anytime soon."
Mason	Mason seems unconvinced, and he winces with his response. "Yeah, well, more fighting involving mutants just makes people fear them more. It's not fair, especially since it's usually not the mutants starting the fight, but people are like that, you know? Better to just avoid a fight I would guess." He points at the burger joint. "Here we are, we can find out if they are any good." He opens the door for her, as any gentleman should.
Terra	Atlee's roommate is a woman whose alter-ego starts with 'Power' and ends with 'Girl', so she's not really all that worried about fighting. That, and the girl does have a genuinely high level of self-confidence. "Hey, if people have problems with who I am, they can bring it anytime." she replies lightly. She's starting to reach for the door when he holds it for her, but she figures it out easily enough.
Mason	Mason doesn't argue the point further, backing down. "It's pretty impressive though," he says, turning the topic away from fighting, but to her powers. "How do you make it happen? Is it like a muscle you can tense? Do you just think at it? Can you feel the earth while you are moving it, the way you can if it's in your hand?" He seems awfully interested as they get a booth and he grabs a menu. "I mean, it's just so strange to think about being able to do something like that."
Terra	If Atlee is bothered by his curiosity she doesn't show it, and she seems willing enough to answer as well. "I just sense it, really. Something I've always been able to do. I sense the rock, and I visualize what I want it to do." She settles as well, then adds. "I can even sense it from far away."
Mason	Mason leans over the table, "That is amazing," he says, his eyes lighting up. It's almost like he thinks he is the one meeting a celebrity. "So you eat the rocks?" he asks. "What do they taste like?" he questions. "Like, you eat all of them or just certain ones?" Apparently he has assumed her earlier question means that she eats rocks.
Terra	Here, Atlee wrinkles up her nose and shakes her head. "No. It doesn't work like that. I eat burgers and fries. And chocolate shakes. And coffee." She looks over at him, then, and down a bit. "But like I said. I can -sense- rocks and earth." Yeah, she *knows* alright.
Mason	"Oh," Mason says, sounding almost disappointed. The nuance is lost on him, though. "Well, I'm going to have the Big Bubba Barf burger," he says, "Anything with a name that terribe must be amazing." He closes the menu, "So how much can you...um, lift? Is that the right term for it? It seems like it'd be hard to focus on so much stuff at once, like when you made those little spikes."
Terra	Atlee shrugs at the question, and orders the same thing. With a milkshake. "I'm not really sure. I mean I've never -not- been able to lift something big. I can fly by riding on big rocks, and I can call out enough small rocks to put a nice dent into an army. But it's just like an extra sense for me. Like seeing something."
Mason	Mason laughs, "Fly on it? Wow, you would like, never need a plane ticket." He suddenly realizes his behavior, and calms himself. "Sorry, I just...the only other mutant I've ever met was Andrea, and I didn't even know she was a mutant. I hope you don't mind me asking all this stuff, I hate it when people do that to me, and here I am doing it to you."
Terra	Atlee's brows lift when he mentions that Andrea is a mutant. Or perhaps when he says that Atlee is one. Best not to deny things at this point, so she just nods. "I really don't mind, actually. But riding on rocks still isn't a comfortable way to travel long distances." She grins, then adds. "And at least you're not asking me to sign anything."
Mason	Mason arches his eyebrow playfully. "Not yet," he admits. The burgers come, and he picks his up, it's huge and messy. "Oh, wow," he laughs, "This will make a mess. Guess I understand its name now." He tries to take a bite without making a mess, but it seems rather challenging. "So, besides your powers," he comments, "Tell me more about you. What do you like?"
Terra	Atlee doesn't do any better managing the burger mess, until in a flash of inspiration she picks up a knife and fork. "Mostly fighting bad guys and monsters." she replies, perhaps a bit too casually. "It's kind of why I'm here. Oh, shopping is fun. And I *LOVE* going to movies. Yes. Big fan of movies. What about you? I see you on the news and stuff."
Mason	"Sounds pretty fun," Mason says. "Yeah, I like movies. I am busy a lot, though." He gestures vaguely around, "Popstar stuff and all that. He seems determined to try to eat the burger in the traditional manner, taking another greasy bite. He chews, then grabs a napkin to clean the greasy mess from his face. "I came up here for Julliard, though," he says. "Got accepted for early enrollment." Not many popstars are in that category. "Love just making music, yah know?" He takes a few of his fries, popping them in his mouth. "There's a movie place not far from here," he notes aloud. "We could always catch one after this." He seems completely at ease with the question.
Terra	"What's Julliard?" Atlee asks, between bites. No, she's definitely not from around here. "And I see pictures of you all the time, so I figure you MUST be busy, y'know, doing stuff." Whatever pop stars do, right? "Sure, we can catch a movie sometime. Might have to have you call me or something. I've gotta be back before too long, and it takes a lot longer if I walk."
Mason	"Julliard?" Mason asks, "It's just the most prestigious music school in the country. I was really excited to get in, I can learn a lot more than I could learn anywhere else." He finishes his burger. "Man, not getting that on a date again," he laughs, wiping the mess off. Yep, he called it a date. "If you gotta go that's cool. I can give you a call, we can hang out some more. It was great getting to meet you."
Terra	The concept of a 'date' goes completely over Atlee's head, of course, but she nods at the explanation of Julliard. "Oh! So a pop star going to music school. Isn't that sort of backwards? I mean, aren't you supposed to go to school and THEN become a famous star? But yeah, I'd like that. Give me a call sometime. And Karen will be so *excited* to hear I've met a real pop star!" Actually she won't, because Karen doesn't think highly of pop stars. But Atlee thinks she *should* be excited.
Mason	"Well, I guess it doesn't always end up like that," he says, taking his phone out so that he can take her number down. "Sure," Mason says with his very famous smile. "You'll have to introduce me," He gets the check, tipping generously. "You be safe," he says, "But from what you tell me that's not much of a worry. Have a good evening."