Owner	Pose
Alice	Alice has an outlet. Some call it art, others call it vandalism. She however just does it. She calls it her hobby, using the alias Red. As she slips out of the Subway she pulls up the hood of her red hoodie. On the stairs she pulls out a piece of plastic from the front pouch, and then tosses it up with a fastball, at the fencing around the street side entry, some dozen or two steps up. Her eyes follow the trajectory, and then the ball just... sticks to the metal. No, it flows around the bar, starting to alter its shape. She gets up the stairs slowly, and by the time she reaches the top, the purple ball has turned into an octopus strangling the metal fence. Or clinging to it in survival fight? A short moment she stops, takes a photo with her smartphone, then she looks to blend into the people passing by.
Fiona Glenanne	One of those people...Fiona Glenanne. She's watched it all, and despite the temptation to go skeet shooting with a fastaball, no thanks. She's watching, and then turns her eyes to Alice. Fiona shakes her head and smiles. Like she's approving of the decoration. Fi's got on her usual clothing, salmon blouse, jeans, boots and watch. Plus, she's got a gun in a shoulder holster hidden under a jacket, but the bulge is noticeable if anyone's looking closely. Fi's not stupid. In her line of work...armed is safe. Fi though is wonering what's up with the octopus...
Alice	Alice seems to pretty much ignore the octopus as she steps out onto the pedestrian way, giving a little shrug to Fiona. The item she left seems to be just some glossy ABS, and even a lab wouldn't show anything odd. It was just some ABS that seemed to spontanouusly develop the shape of an octopus, the fence an almost integral part of the thing...
Fiona Glenanne	Fi's not asking questions. At least until her jacket opens, and her .45 pistol's revealed. Fi's not ashamed to carry a gun. In her line of work....she has to. If anything, she's watching Alice for a moment or two.Then she begins walking. "Hey, not senen you around here" she says. It's not a threatening tone, if anything, New York accent, neutral, friendly even in some words. Fi's not about to shoot Alice for no reason, far, far from it....instead, Fi's, well, curious. and she's not detonated anything in a few weeks either...
Alice	Alice turns at the voice, then starts to speed up her steps to try to get away in the crowd. She's not too hard to follow if one is skilled at it. But she has all the reasons to flee, because she has committed what the city calls vandalism. She just wanted to tell about the silly oppression!
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona's done worse. She's done things in the past...and Fi's keeping up fine...really, she's used to running, as Fiona's not worried about the vandalism. Hey, she actually likes it, really. She shakes her head. "I'm not about to arrest you or anything. I like what you did back there. God knows this place could do with a bit of livening up" she calls.
Alice	Alice stops finally, spinning around to stare at Fiona. She swallows as she lifts a hand in a basic defensive gesture. "Eh, did what?" She asks, trying to fake the innocent. Not a good time to flaunt aroudn with powers...
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona watches the hand for a moment, watching Alice. "There's an octopus back there" she says as Fiona sets her feet with a slight smile. "You're not in trouble. Far from it. I for one appreciate it." she adds with a wry grin. She offers a hand. "Fiona" she says with a smrk, an.....actual smirk, as Fi cants her head and a sparkle in her eyes. She quirks a brow, "So. If you're not in trouble, you don't need to run" she says gently. Almost soothingly.
Alice	Alice eyes Fiona carefully over. "So what? There's octopus in calamari..." she retorts drily, but she takes the hand after a couple moments. "Red." No, she won't give her real name out here, not after posting a picture of that figurine on her twitter. "How should I know I am not in trouble.?"
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shakes her head. "Because I'm not a cop" Fiona says and raises an eyebrow at the calamari comment. "There's also octopi in water, too" Fi shrugs with a blink. "So, you're wanting to know how I'm not going to arrest you? Or why you're not in trouble?" Fi asks. She grins, "Fiona Glenanne" Fi says. She's not saying she's a global arms dealer and bounty hunter, true. She's got contacts all around the world. And...she knows how to get things.
Alice	"Eh, not a cop are like most of manhatten..." Alice notes, shrugging in response. "So why ain't I in trouble?" "Glenanne... Glen was irish slang for some kind of river valley? And down the glen came McAplines men and such..." At least she knows a little irish music.
Fiona Glenanne	Fi grins, "Aye, that's right" she says and for a moment her Irish acccent shows through. Then it's back to New York. "Cause, I like the octopus. Yeah, I saw it, and you walking away. Put two and to together. And thought hey, maybe I can hire you to decorate my apartment" Fi says. She's serious, too...deadly serious. She looks amused by the idea of octopi in her apartment. "See, I got this apartment that needs redecorating and touching up a bit. I wanted to put a new cupboard in. But. Problem. I'd need to, ya know, repaint the walls" She's totally not meaning a gun cupboard, either..nope, just a regular one. And if anyone can tell Fi's lying from her body language about the cupboard...her car's nearby with a crate of (legal) guns in the trunk of her car. The trunk, mind, is open for all to see.
Alice	Alice lifts an eyebrow at the notion of needing to redecorate. "Eh, I ain't a painter or interior architect, I'm a sculptor of kinds..." she notes, partially admitting to the octopus. "That's unless you want a relief of some kind I'm not the girl to ask. I mean, I make props and stuff for costumes. I could make a relief with some time and paint that, but I ain't a fan of making a painting on flat surface."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi nods, "Yeah, so....what if I got you to come up with decorations? I know a guy out across the river who does decorating walls?" she says, and motions for Alice to follow her. Fi goes to her car and heaves the crate out, dragging it, albeit with problems, behind the hedge. "Now, how do I get that into my place?" she asks. It's....a crate. Of guns. That Fiona's keeping there for a few hours. Ctually she's got somewhere in mind, but no sense in getting ratted out by Alice. "Mind helping with this? It goes into a pickup truck in the underground parking lot. There's a guy there who's gonna drive them to a range" Fi says. it's BS, really. Fi's just moving them. Not that she's getting paid, and she's got no idea where the guns will end up, mind, but....she's trying her hardest to be law abiding. Or at least look like it. Ah, New Jersey's a funny state. Fi nudges the crate with the toe of a boot. Though given the crate's by a hedge, Fi just nudges a hedge, the rustling sound leaving no doubt she just disturbed a hedge really....the crate can wait for a few moments. Fi's got a way to get it indoors. The only problem....is how many people will see it.
Alice	Alice follows along a couple steps, then stops as she watches the gun crate carefully a couple moments. "Uh, You need to get a crate full of whatever is in here to a range? Looks heavy..." Wait, what was in those crates?! And just passing them off to a truck?! "Are you absolutely sure that's all ok? I mean, those won't end with uhm... that Punisher terrorist or the Friends of Humanity or something? And besides, what kind of decoration you're after? I mean, there's a huge difference between wanting your flat to look like the hive from Alien 2 or turning it into the landing bay of the first death star, the crypt of the Grail from Indiana Jones and the last crusade or even the inside of the Taj Mahal."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi sighs. "I got asked to keep some guns safe for a friend, that guy in the truck. He goes to a range every weekend. So, I got asked to keep the guns safe and give them to him in the crate. You think I'm just gonna?" Fi asks, hand on her heart. "Give the Punisher guy get guns? Um..." she says sounding a little put out by that. "No. I'm trustting the guy I'm giving them to" Fi says.
Alice	"Eh, you have a license for those? I mean, you can't just willy nilly transport guns in NYC. And You havn't answered the actual question..." Alice notes.
Fiona Glenanne	"This is Jersey" Fi says, "Yeah, I got a license for them. So does the guy in the truck" she adds. Albeit...fake paperwork, but...but...paperwork. Licenses. Fi's done her homework. "What question? I told you the Punisher or those types weren't gonna get the guns" Fi adds and shakes her head. Playing dumb she never heard the second question....not really the best of plans, but...Fi's close to home, literally.