Owner	Pose
Miranda Madsen	Mutant Town is a place where the locals know each other. Being a close knit community of other than 'normal' folks, it's only natural that they would band together. Non-mutants also don't make it a habit of patronizing their establishments. Maybe, it's fear. Maybe, it's bigotry. Maybe, people don't want to be around in case someone targets mutants. Either way, it's a quiet little slice of life and so when a stranger walks into their midst and takes a seat at an outdoor cafe it draws attention. The waitress is a flaming red haired girl probably working her first job ever and drew the short straw. The patron is a golden blonde in chich attire who has a confidence about her that blissfully ignores any awkwardness. "I'll have a black coffee and a rare burger, hold the bun. No sauce." She doesn't ask for a menu but does feel the need to answer the unasked. "Carb free diet. A girl has to keep her figure." She smiles but then changes her attention to her purse from which she takes a pda. "Thank you." Terse? Her tone was thankful at least so she's not a total bitch.
Sibilance	Sibilance is not, in fact, a people person. So she needs an excuse to go out and interact with strangers.     She does grow veggies, and not for any sort of profit. The main people she gives them to are the cooks that live in this mutant town, giving them a handful of interesting vegetables or herbs now and then so they don't have to buy them. Which is why this snake-faced girl approaches Miranda with a wicker basket with various berries, fruit and veggies. "Hola," she says in her sweet Mexican Spanish accent, "Would you like some fresh fruit? Or some vegetables? I have carrots..." She pulls out a clean, healthy carrot from the basket and offers it to Miranda. "It's free." Her expressive rattlesnake-like face is pretty friendly. She looks like a diamondback. Paints an interesting contrast, perhaps.     She needs to get rid of this stuff before she goes home, she doesn't have many good things in the basket since she already made her rounds.     Her brow knits when she realizes she doesn't pick up any mental 'noise' from Miranda. A peculiar thing, but not unknown to her.
Miranda Madsen	The PDA is a google tablet. A pricey one at that. Scrolling on the face of it is the NY stock exchange. That much is obvious when Miranda puts it down on the table and looks up at Sibilance. Rather than shock or fear or any great show of emotion, Miranda seems.. intrigued. She removes her sunglasses and sets them on the table next to the PDA. "I'll pass, thanks. Though you're welcome to join me." Her voice is silk and she bears a presence about her. She gestures to the table with a smile. "I've just recently moved to New York. I thought I'd come by mutant town and see what the fuss is all about." She says it like.. she really doesn't see what the fuss is about.
Sibilance	Sibilance accepts the decline of proffered veggies, stuffing the carrot back in the basket. She looks shocked, though, when told she can join... but she does. She slips into the seat across from Miranda and smiles at her in a bashful way, setting the basket down at her feet so that it isn't in the way. "I don't live out this way," she admits to Miranda, awkwardness glowing in her voice and her smile because of her own shy nature. "I couldn't tell you what it's like. There are a lot of good people, and plenty of bad... But I only really visit now and then for the freedom of it and to donate food from my garden." She makes a vague indicative gesture to her whole face area, her scaly fingers outspread, when she says 'freedom of it.' "So... are you a mutant?" she wonders, trying to divine the general weirdness around the woman. Not being able to read her surface thoughts is abnormal. "Metahuman? I pick up a buzz from most people, and you just don't have it."
Miranda Madsen	Miranda seems to be studying Sibilance. At least, her blue eyes watch the girl unblinkingly. Eventually, she does blink and it's a lazy thing as her attention goes back to the waitress who's providing coffee. "Whatever she's having." She gestures from waitress to Sibilance then follows that gesture by returning her attention to the woman at her table. "So you come to be with accepting people but don't yourself live here. Interesting." She takes up the coffee and sips it. It's steaming but she must like it hot. "So why the donations? I saw you giving your wares to the shopkeeper down the way. Pure magnamity or is it a survivor's guilt because you don't live here?" The PDA darkens from lack of use and so does Miranda's mien when there is talk of 'picking up a buzz' and a mutant inquiry. "No." She states definitively. She takes another sip of her coffee as if to suggest the topic is closed.
Sibilance	Sibilance isn't unaware of emotional states and so she leaves the topic alone. At least she didn't blow up in outrage, a very real possibility when she mentions the mind reading aspect. She just orders hot tea for herself, and no food for herself. "I ... enjoy growing plants," she explains, "And plants grow edible bits, so I give the extras to people who sell or cook them. People usually feel happy when I do that, and it makes me feel happy when they're happy," and there's her implication of mind reading again. "I grow medicines, too," she explains, "And lots of flower varieties..." She starts listing off various summer flowers, the stuff she could scrounge up seeds for from home and garden stores this time of year. "I'm Sibil," she remembers to say, blushing and smiling with even more awkwardness.
Miranda Madsen	Miranda ahhs pleasantly as the conversation turns to plants and edible plants and flowers and green things. The mask that is Miranda's expression expresses that she is interested academically and.. even in the beauty of the flowers but.. "I have to envy you. I don't have a green thumb. I could try to tend to a tree and it just.. doesn't take well to me." There's the rub. "But whatever makes you happy." She does smile then. In amusement or sharing of Sibilance's happiness, it could go either way or both. "Miranda." She offers, leaning forward to offer a hand to shake. Her movement and poise is graceful but also assertive. Given her attire and the PDA, it's not much of a stretch that she deals with men in finance daily. "Medicines you say? You should open up one of those holistic shops. Pills have their uses but people have really forgotten some of the old remedies that really did work."
Sibilance	Sibil reaches out to take the offered hand. She's a little slow or shy about it, and yet her grip is as hard as steel, stronger than any normal human being should be. Probably part of her mutations. She pulls her hands away and explains, "If someone wants to pay for what I grow as a hobby, that is up to them. I'm not interested in opening up any kind of shop." She shakes her head slightly. Despite her perpetual awkwardness, this is something she apparently feels strongly about. "Maybe if I had some reason to save up money, but only then," she says, "Paying for a friend's hospital bills, or..." She shrugs.
Miranda Madsen	"Ahh." Miranda acknowledges Sibil's stance casually. "I guess you're set for money then. I've merely found that it's hard for mutants to find solid work so using your talents would only seem natural." There's a shrug and she looks left as her rare burger with a side of lettuce and tomato is brought out. She gets her knife and fork handy and begins cutting up the burger into bite sized bits. "So what is it that you do then?" She begins eating the burger one bite at a time. One would think it was steak tartare only.. well.. it isn't. This place isn't that fancy.
Sibilance	Sibil distractedly looks down at the bunless burger patty that looks undercooked by her tastes. She stares for a couple of thoughtful moments. Then she raises her gaze to look at Miranda's face. "I, ah..." She looks around, and frowns somewhat. "I scrape by..." she says, leaning back in her seat and trying to shrink down in her seat. Now she can't really make eye contact. She reaches out to pick up the cup of tea she's given, something in a paper cup in fact. She sips from it very caaaarefully so she doesn't burn her mouth.
Miranda Madsen	"Mmhmm." Miranda replies somewhat skeptically. "In this day and age, women get by better than in the past but that doesn't mean the fight is over. You have two hurdles in front of you, in fact, though you seem to be in denial of the second and unaware of the first." She sighs a little. "So what would you need to get this business venture of yours off the ground? Two? Three months rent on a storefront? Stock." She muses a moment. "A security system because you're likely to get vandalized.. here or anywhere else really.." She taps her glossy nails on the table thoughtfully. "Forty? No.. fifty thousand." She picks up her PDA and swipes it unlocked with a passcode. "Or was this not a dream of yours after all?"
Sibilance	Sibil seems to cringe more and more the more Miranda speaks up. Her eyes close and her hands clench on the cup until indentations appear on it. Her tail starts to shake, and her mouth creases into an uncomfortable frown. The faint rattling heard from her tail is a sign of a threat display in the animal she resembles, which isn't too far off from how uncomfortable she's getting.     "I have no such dream," she tells Miranda, her arms crossing and her body slumped down, "I know what I am. I don't deserve your charity."
Miranda Madsen	That brings a laugh from Miranda. "Then who does?" She puts the PDA down a moment and looks at Sibil pointedly. "You seem to be a generous soul willing to give away the fruits of your efforts but live in fear of yourself. That's not the way for anyone to live. Not the people here. Not you. Not anyone. Now I don't have enough money to buy the world out of hock but if I help you out then you're better able to help these people out." She gives a sweeping gesture to the street. "So if that's not your desire? Fine. Forget I mentioned anything." She goes back to working on her.. burger.
Sibilance	Sibil grimaces at the point that Miranda makes. She slowly straightens in her seat and gives it some more thought. She visibly struggles, since it's clearly not that simple to her. She can't deny the observations, but... "Putting aside all of that, I am not a registered US citizen," she tells Miranda in a quieter tone of voice, "But..." She scrunches her features. It's /visibly/ painful for her to work past her own mental obstacles. "Do you have a card? I could... I might be able to figure something out. You make good points and... I was being rude, you just want to help."
Miranda Madsen	Miranda arches a brow at the mention of not being a US citizen then puts down her fork now that she's finished her meal. "Neither am I. That doesn't mean you can't get a VISA." She seems indeterred. "Either way, I don't have cards." She does get out a pen and scribble a number on a napkin. "Here. That's my answering service. They'll be able to reach me. There are ways to be in the country legitimately." She smiles encouragingly and slides the napkin over.
Sibilance	Sibilance breathes a little sigh. Without nostrils -- she breathes through her mouth entirely -- it means her forked tongue flicks out. Fleshy-lookin'. She accepts the napkin, and carefully folds it to stuff away in a coat pocket. Then she stands up and sets some cash down on the table for her tea, and picks up the basket full of produce. "Thank you, Miranda." Seems she's to be preparing to leave.
Miranda Madsen	"Not at all." Miranda declares, rising from the table and slipping a pair of twenties onto it. Seems she didn't care so much about how much it cost but tips well? "You have a good day." She tenders a faint smile and begins walking down the block to a black sedan that pulls up as if on cue. A man in a suit gets out and opens the door for her then gets back into the driver's seat. Chauffeur? Her ride anyway. And they're off.