Owner	Pose
Insect Queen	"...You look fantastic. It looks like it was tailor-made for you!" Violet turns her gaze away from the the mirror where she was admiring the satin dress she is trying on, to look at the smartly-dressed upscale shop salesgirl who's tending to her. The admiration in her eyes is sincere, beyond any doubt, which makes Violet fidget a little. "Well, thanks..." says Violet, "So, uhm, I'll take it. And the other three I've tried earlier. Let me get my credit card... oh, and make sure to add a hefty tip, you were great in helping me pick my new wardrobe, you deserve it!" she says, and after rummaging for a bit in her purse, she pulls out a shimmering golden card with a black band and moves to hand it to the employee. "...pardon my impudence, Madam, but you're Violet O'Mara, aren't you?" Violet blinks. "You... you know me?" "Well, it's hard not to know the Artist of the Billionaires! You did those portraits for all those millionaires in Gotham, didn't you? Magazines are starting to write about it!" She winks at Violet. "Expect reporters to start bugging you for interviews any moment now! Oh, which reminds me..." The salesgirl reaches for the nearby counter, and picks up a diamond-studded silver pen and a leather-bound notebook, "...can I have an autograph?" Violet looks somewhat between the embarrassed and the amused, and goes, "...oh... of course, of course! I... I guess I'll have to get used to this now!" and does something which is borderline between a runaway smile and a nervous laugh. A ripple effect ensues, and the scene fades away, to show the outside of said shop, where a very different-looking Violet, wearing the same sweater and jeans as the day she first met Mercy, stands on the sidewalk and, in the middle of the heavy traffic of pedestrians that occasionally bump into her (without either seeming to notice or care much), looks dreamily through the shop window where the silk dress her imaginary self was sporting in the previous sequence is on display. At one point, her mouth curls into what looks like something between an idiotic smile and a nervous laugh, apparently for no reason, and then she sighs and shakes her head.
Mercy Thompson	Another person is mixed within the various types of pedestrian traffic; one Mercy Thompson. She's here at the local delivery office putting a package through the mail. It's a return. The part she ordered wasn't exactly the part she ordered. After a few (frustrating) phone calls to the company Mercy was finally given the go ahead to return the item. Like she really needed that go ahead. Even if she didn't receive that 'yes, you're right, please return' she would have sent it back anyway. Probably with a strongly worded letter. Not nasty, but /strongly worded/. Either way, once the package is finally on its way back to the company at hand, Mercy will finally step outside. She's dressed in typical clothing; black shirt, pair of jeans, steel-toed boots. When an opening appears within the flow of the sidewalk traffic, Mercy will neatly merge, heading in the same direction towards the store that Violet is daydreaming at. Before the two are close enough to speak Mercy's nose will pick up a familiar scent - Violet's scent. And because of that Mercy's gaze turns sharp, as she looks for the owner of that familiar scent. It helps when Violet laughs, as the sound is enough to draw the coyote's gaze to the other woman. Upon seeing her Mercy will smile and push through the bodies that surround her. "Hey, it's you!" She calls out in a general greeting, "How're you?" And then to help identify herself, Mercy will add, "We were at the park that day when that fire .. bug .. person was setting things ablaze." Of course there was another time, but Mercy can't mention that incident. Not without revealing what she is.
Insect Queen	Violet O'Mara snaps out of her daydream and turns abruptly to look at Mercy. Caught by surprise, she blurts out, "...Oh, hi! Are you an artist too?" She gives her head a vigorous shake. "No, wait, wait, mechanic! Got that! I'm the artist. Park. Yes, yes, I remember... uh..." "...sorry, I think I've forgotten your name," says Violet, and frowns in concentration, trying to remember. "...I'm good, thanks. Managed to run to safety. Bit cowardly, but, hey, I'm still alive. But I'm glad /you/ are alive as well!" She exclaims, with a smile. For an instant, caught in the euphoria of the moment, and trying to conform to social customs as quickly as possible, Violet gets this nagging urge to invite Mercy to join whatever what she was doing,but when she /does/ realise what she was actually doing, well, she opts not invite Mercy to a shared daydream session, after all. "Was a close one, huh?"
Mercy Thompson	A grin will tug the other woman's mouth upward when Violet asks if she's an artist. "No, not unless you count stick figure as art." And then the other woman recalls just what Mercy's real day job is. "And yes, that's me. I'm Mercy." And she'll offer a hand to shake, "Mercy Thompson owner of Mercy's Garage." She states and with a slight side-step Mercy will step out of the main flow of traffic, so she doesn't block the sidewalk too much. It's only when Violet admits to running away that Mercy will shake her head. "Not cowardly, smart. The numbers were against us, it's better to run and find help, versus potentially getting hurt or worse. So no, not cowardly at all." "And yes, it seemed like a close call. Good thing those costumed heroes appeared -" Chat Noir, LadyBug and Insect Queen. "- I'm pretty sure even the police would have had trouble with that kid."
Insect Queen	Violet O'Mara nods in response, and shakes the offered hand. "Violet O'Mara, freelance artist." "...yes, uh, good thing those heroes appeared." There is an edge of nervousness in her voice. She goes pensive for a moment. She then snaps out of it again. "Oh, yes, definitely good. Sorry, I was thinking about... about... er..." She waves her hand dismissively. "I get distracted easily. I occasionally start to follow some random train of thought, and when I wake up I'm already at the terminal station." "And, well, the costumed heroes did a great job, but I remember you staying back to push people to safety. That makes you a hero as much as the costumed ones. Even more so, I'd say. Just a plain, regular human with no special powers at all, risking her life. That's... heroic." She smirks at Mercy. "You know, I should draw a comic about you. I'm sure you'd make a great protagonist."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy watches with a bit of amusement as Violet goes from point A, to point B, to point E all in the same breath. A grin begins to tug Mercy's mouth upward again as she considers the other woman. "Yes, good thing they did." And that nervousness that now lines Violet's scent is smelled by the coyote. It's enough to cause her head to cant slightly to the side in consideration, but whatever she considered isn't said. Instead, Mercy will raise her hands upward at the mention of heroics, "No, it wasn't anything special. Really. Anyone would have helped, whether they had powers or not and since I was there, I did." And besides that she's not necessarily a 'regular human' either. Much like Violet. "Protagonist?" She'll then say when the conversation (thankfully for both) moves off of their supposed heroic status. "I'm pretty sure I'd be a pretty boring protagonist. It'd be a lot of drawings of cars, car garages, and engine blocks." That last is said with some humor, even as she asks herr next question, "What sort of comics do you typically draw?"
Insect Queen	Violet O'Mara laughs at Mercy's comments. "Oh, I'm sure it be a /good/ comic! A bit obscure, maybe, but good!" "I don't actually draw comics." She admits after a short pause, with a chuckle. "I... I actually hadn't even thought about it until now. I mostly do web stuff, something for typography and advertisements. A portrait or two. Pity, I love doing those. Oh, and I did a couple of landscapes and sculpture. Nobody bought those." She smirks. "Yet." "...oh, oh, am I holding you up? I... I am taking a little time off between commissions, actually," she says, which is code for "I'm out of gigs at the moment", "and I tend to get chatty when prodded, so, uh, if you need to go urgently..."
Mercy Thompson	"Obscurity." Agrees Mercy, still finding the thought of her life being a comic somewhat amusing. There's some kind of irony there, somewhere. She'll listen to Violet as she processes her thoughts at a very quick speed and when the other woman falls silent, Mercy will shake her head. "No, you're not. I promise." She adds, making sure the young woman realizes she's not holding her up. "I'm on my lunch break. It's good. In fact I know this little cafe if you want to go for a quick bite?" And she'll wait for either a yes, or no, from Violet before she moves. Even with that question about lunch hanging there, Mercy will also slide in another question, "Web? Like web pages for businesses?" There's a thoughtful tone to her voice now, a consideration within her expression, "I've been thinking about expanding my business' presence out to the web. Currently we're just listed in the internet's version of a phonebook."
Insect Queen	A were-coyote inviting a human over for a bite. There's some kind of irony, there, somehwere, as well. And Violet is quick to raise both her index fingers. "Oh, oh, yes! That does wonders! Web presence is vital these days! Search engine optimization, social networking, gotta be on the internet, today. I do the graphics and layout, and I have a contact who does the code stuff. Can't code my way out of a paper bag. A paper back with a hole on the bottom. And a side completely missing. But Dan's a wiz at that. And my pictures and layout really make it /pop/! Like a weasel-shaped balloon at a cactus rave! And we have /amazing/ prices!" She blinks and does her smile/silly laugh again. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away. We... we can have a bite, sure. And discuss things over lunch. I was, in fact, considering lunch."
Mercy Thompson	A chuckle can be heard from Mercy at Violet's enthusiasm, or is that natural energy? Whatever you want to call it Mercy offers the younger woman a quick smile. "Good. Let's go." And just like that Mercy's on the move. She'll make sure Violet stays at her side as she cuts across the grain of pedestrian traffic, heading for a little cafe that sells reasonably priced salads, sandwiches and soups. The mention of coding earns a look from Mercy as she says, "You and me both. I'm good with doing the daily things a person does on the internet, but anything beyond that -" She shrugs, she'd be stuck in that wet paper bag just as bad off as Violet would be. "- And you sound like a few friends back home. They're constantly harping on me to get a webpage - Mercy, it'll raise your customerbase by three percent." And while Mercy knows three percent is /a lot/ for a small business as her own, she just hasn't made it a priority yet. "Tell me a little about your process - do you do a mock up of the page and then forward it to me for approval?"