Scene #8339: 2627 E Colorado Blvd 91107

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Rowdyruff Boys	Or, in other words, Townsville's Denny's. Or one of them. The group is gathered after the battle that took place on April 8th with the HYPER RANGERS and their weird conversion belts. Some harsh words have been exchanged, and tapered off in exchange for eating a large amount of unhealthy food drenched in flavored corn syrup. BRICK is seated beside BLOSSOM sipping on a tea he brought in from elsewhere and looking vaguely disdainful of the food in front of him. This hasn't prevented him from eating it. BOOMER is seated nearish to Ishirou depending on any expressed preferences; he seems to have gravitated towards where he detected distress. He doesn't know what to do with it though so he's just trying to medicate Ishirou with mint chocolates that were probably quietly stolen from an Olive Garden. He has forgotten to text message Bubbles because this is not a very photogenic location. BUTCH who only just arrived has ordered a ludicrous amount of extra food in nonspecific quantities that will only probably survive to be shared around. He's sitting near Buttercup but isn't comfortably situated at the table; which is to say that he's just sort of awkwardly inserted himself and given himself over to low-key fighting over food. This is normal. ================================================================================ [OOC: This scene is longform/asynch and will be opened until Friday the 14th or when people agree it's done, whichever comes first. If it's autopaused and you want to add something, bug Brick.)]]
Ishirou	Ishirou has calmed down considerably since his breakdown in the parking lot. Thanks to Boomer who's taken to him, he's doing much better and has been helping his spiked glucose with the mints he keeps handing him. POD is floating nearby, having secured napkins for him to dry his tears up with. He doesn't look /happy/ but he does look better. Another mint is given other thanks to Boomer. Carefully unwrapping it and sticking it in his mouth, he rather enjoys the chocolate and the soothing mint taste. Besides the occasionally sorry to Boomer he hasn't said much, and after drinking some water, some iced tea, and between the mints and hashbrowns he's managed to get (still waiting on a grandslamwich, some french toast, and order of eggs and bacon) he finally looks up at Blossom and manages to finally look her in the eye. "Sorry about the Parking lot. It...wasn't fair for me to blow up at you and Brick." he says, looking to Brick as well, "Sorry."
Powerpuff Girls	Bubbles is not present. She is crying over doing her taxes. Buttercup sits with one knee up in her seat, one elbow resting against it, while she laughs at Butch's antics and chews on fistfuls of fried potato while the Rowdy beasts and feasts. "Chill out dude, the Hyper Rangers are done. If we stick around though, I think one of the robot overlord types eats here and may pick a fight if he sees the Dennys filled with craters." She smirks, throatily chuckling to the jangle of her gold ring hoop earrings. "That'd be pretty fun, right?" Blossom is sitting, leaned forward with a droopy ribbon to take long draws of scent off her tea, and then little sips across different parts of her tongue to find specific flavor arrays to savor. Every once in a while, she reaches over to steal one of Boomer's mints. She likes pancakes with butter and syrup together. "No, it wasn't." Blossom agrees. "Brick was there, not me. I'll let him handle it himself if he thinks you were out of line. Petra..." What's there to say? She's not here right now. Blossom drops her eyes and takes a sip. "I wanted to handle that myself, and now she's gone."
Rowdyruff Boys	Brick has a dull-eyed look on his face for much of the ongoing conversation. This is actually because his x-ray vision is active and he's examining the surroundings through the walls. That dullness fades as his attention is called back to his immediate surroundings. He sets his tea down, resting his finger against the edge of the cup and rocking it back and forth idly. "Petra is a security risk and a potential source of further collateral. So is Nephra. I am still evaluating the extent to which that is the case," he allows the cup to rock back into place and removes his finger from it. "The threat of a fusion explosion or equivalent in the city center is mid-high. I would estimate that similar force is utilized within our city limits a minimum of three times a year, the source of which is usually some sort of kaiju." "That she is lethally selfish is noted, as is her political interference elsewhere. But our threat calculus is our own and does not fully account for your particular accumulated trauma," he starts buttering his own pancakes. "Dude, why do you use so many fucking words to say these things," Butch gripes. He looks back to Buttercup, frowning a little and staring into the middle distance. "Not sure I'm feeling metal-on-knuckles feeling. Kinda feeling scales. Or chitin." Brick looks momentarily deeply weary of his brother's antics, but carries on, "All that to say, your feelings and the reasons behind them haven't been missed, but we have our own way of doing things. Morbucks hasn't always been as tolerable as she is, either. She won the Mayoral race and legalized crime, once."
Ishirou	Ishirou sniffs, once more and rubs his nose with a napkin. He takes a breath, and sips some tea waiting for the rest of his food while he listens to Brick explain. He rubs his face again, shaking off the remainder of the awful feeling, and takes another steadying breath. "...So this place is a magnet for them too, huh..?" he asks, dully, but it's not that uncommon for a kaiju problem to happen. "We call them Nullborn at home...though their size ranges from minions to your typical kaiju.." he continues. "You see...we were made to fight them..." he says, looking up at Brick. "You'll notice I'm human now, but before I wasn't. I was a combat android made for battlefield recon and intelligence gathering. Some things happen and I got away because were treated like...well machines. I even took on the name Ishirou.." he says taking another drink. "So...the name she keeps using...she knows it because it was my designation, she used Eggman's connections when he had control of my home to get it." "She did all of that, the betrayal, hurting me...everything so that she can hurt Lilian..." he says, taking another breath. "My home...my people...my friends.." he says, with a heavy sigh. "They're...on the brink of civil war. The humans enslaved us...that /Eggman/ freed them only to spite me because I refused to let him exploit a city and its people...and when we drove him out she interfered at a critical moment." "Because of that, he was able to drive a fatal division in us.." He breathes in again, and then out trying to steady his breath.
Futaba Nuki	Futaba is here, too! As promised, she's eating way more food than someone her size should suggest. It's not that she's necessarily short or anything like that, but she's had to have put away an order and a half already with no signs of slowing down. The drinks help. The free refills help even more. "Are there any wandering crater fixers hanging out around here? I mean, you get all these giant robots and monsters coming in all the time, so roving bands of sidewalk repair guys must be... Somewhere?" Unlike before with the fight, though, Futaba's actually got her hair down finally. It's actually getting in the way of her eating, too, but it doesn't seem to bother her at all even when she's visibly eating something with a strand of hair that just falls away from her mouth after a while. At least she's balancing sweets and salts and proteins. She waits until Ishirou finishes explaining his situation at him, then wrinkles her nose. "I'm still having trouble believing that she even cared about Eggman's whole thing. Petra's... Hhch. She can do way better than what she did then. I mean... You saw how that clone of hers was, right? You saw what Morbucks did after the fight." She rubs her forehead lightly, then sips some more soda. "Someone like her can't be happy just..." She gestures at Ishirou, then vaguely in the distance. "Letting other people be right about her, right? She's gotta have something else going on than what we're seeing."
Ishirou	"Letting other people be right about her, right? She's gotta have something else going on than what we're seeing." Ishirou pauses, brought out of his own grief and problems by what Futaba just said. He looks up at her, back down, and then back up again. "She wants to shatter herself..." she finally says. "I think she wants Lilian to be the one to do it..." "She wants to do it...because..." he says, shakily.. "She wants to make sure that Phony's dream doesn't come true...that SH's goal to not leave any human behind fails..." He says, and continues, "She thinks she couldn't make it as one of them..."
Futaba Nuki	"Miss Rook? That's..." Futaba starts, then stops. Part of it is to think about what she had seen between the two in the past, and part of it is because her own sandwich is finally coming out, and it's time to eat! Again. "... I guess that kinda makes sense. They looked like they had some history back at those contests." She scratches her chin idly, then cricks her neck and slouches back in her seat. "Who's this... Uh. Phony? Is that the soft-sounding lady that comes on the radio sometimes? And SH..." She trails off, taking out her phone to do a bit of cursory digging. "The British one or the Chinese one?" There's a lot Futaba's missing here, and she's clearly not seeing the same SH that Ishirou means. it probably isn't any easier with her juggling her attention between eating, talking, and drinking. "I could see Petra fitting in with the first, but... Definitely not the second."
Rowdyruff Boys	"Be pretty damn boring if it wasn't," Butch gripes at Ishirou, concerning the frequency of kaiju attacks. Just from the build of him it's clear he's the one that likes fighting and physicality the most, even without the clarification of conversation. Boomer smiles awkwardly. "Well, it was obvious something was going on with what Petra was yelling about, but we weren't planning to pry. Our idea of personhood is pretty broad anyway. One of our dads is a chimpanzee that was mutated by a chemical accident. It made his brain a lot more complex!" On the side, he texts Bubbles a quick wyd because it's unusual for the assembly to be short her. Brick makes a discontent noise. "Absent further context, it sounds as if your world might have been bound for civil war either way. Slave populations are usually not a good sign for bloodless transitions away from a slave-centered economic or cultural system. I'm sure she swung it into motion in the worst possible way, though." His attention swings to Futaba. "The State of California was compelled, by substantial pressure, to require that California insurance companies include a number of semi-common unnatural disasters and 'acts of god' in their coverage. Construction companies have become quite adept at fixing paranormal megafauna incursions, and building codes have been adjusted with tolerances keyed to the glancing strike force of our average gigantic enemy. Similar provisions exist in a few other states, but middle America usually doesn't deal with these sorts of problems."