The lights are low - not to create a romantic atmosphere, but so the diners can't see who's sitting at nearby tables. The menu is in Turkish with some grease-pencil bits of both German and Arabic scrawled into the margins, and the occasional cell-phone number alongside surprisingly clear drawings on the back. Raven's already ordered a large plate
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She lets the male mystique (Which, though attractive, still throws Misty off slightly) order for her, not knowing any of the languages on the menu, and trusting that she wouldn't try to ruin the date so early.
"So where has life taken you, recently?"
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She makes a subtle hand gesture to the waiter, who gives her a long, slow blink in reply without pausing from setting up his dish of sizzling meats on another table.
"Utah. I kid you not."
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"For you....hell, for most people, that seems like the kind of place you only end up in by being kidnapped. What were you doing in Utah?"
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"Just checking in on some depowered mutant kids," Raven shrugs. "Try the goat. They have to import those spices."
"What about you? Heroes for hire doing anything interesting these days?"
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Since this is enjoyably lasting more than 2 hours on a Tuesday night, I thought I'd throw out some ideas for giving it a direction - that way you don't have to just wait for randomness on my part and decide how to react to it.
None of this is written in stone. It's just my cracked-out idea of the kind of stuff that happens if Mystique tries to take someone out on a date. Feel free to add to or change it, and to recommend any other directions you'd like to see things go.
So... I was thinking the amateur Ninjas on pogo-sticks are determined to have their sport taken seriously as an Olympic contender. They've been brushed off every year, and it's getting more than a little pathetic. In Salt Lake City, they were told pogo-Olympics would never fly because the tourists wouldn't sit still for it. They've been rejected from Athens and now Italy - so in their bitterness, they're taking it out on those evil bastards of the world tourists. In their demented minds, if they can ( ... )
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And Mystique is getting that kiss in whether Misty wants it or not, especially since she's spending the rest of the week away from NY.
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According to the Internet (which would never lie to me!) the following five sports were rejected from application to the London 2012 Olympics: golf, roller sports, squash, rugby, and karate.
I'm picturing some serious damage done with custom golf irons, putting people's eyes out with handballs, and some disco dazzler wannabees on rollerskates. The Rugby and Karate people might actually be dangerous, but luckily, we're superheroes.
Well...kinda. :)
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Excellent. A bunch of rejected olympic hopefuls shall start a shitstorm, then, is the general direction of the plot now?
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"Yeah, it's just around - unfortunately, no fancy stuff in it that allows me to call it to drive here. Fortunately, it's max speed of 300 miles per hour makes up for that." She says with a very content smile, taking the ice cream bar and eating it quickly. She pulls out a packet of beef jerky and hands it over to Mystique, just in case she's still hungry after the ice cream.
"Gotcha. No littering, and no jaywalking."
She takes one last bite of the ice cream bar and swallows.
"Ready to go?"
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"I'm ready whenever you are, beautiful." She forces herself not to leer as she hops on the back of the bike, opening her arms wide to give Misty plenty of room to slide on in front of her. Raven's been looking forward to this part of the night since a pogo-stick was bounced on her head.
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And with a turn of the key, a twist of the handles, they are off.
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Mystique reaches into her jacket and appears to pull out a jester's cap. She kicks the fallen pogo-Ninja in the kidneys, winks once at a frowning matron, and proceeds to pick up thrown coins and knives.
Bridge players with custom throwing knives? Kids on pogo sticks dressed as Ninjas? She looked forward to a chance to get these people somewhere a little more private and ask just what the hell was going on.
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"So what's our plan from here?"
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