Players: Fiona and Jordan Mayfair
Summary: Jordan and Fiona are at Bryant Park and set up a future business relationship
Date: July 19, 2011
Log Title: My Milkshake Brings Fiona To The Park
Rating: PG
NYC - Bryant Park
Located right behind the New York Public Library is the quaint Bryant Park. Looking over 42nd Street, chairs and tables have been set up all around the green, making it ideal for book readers, people to sit down and eat, or just relax with friends. Trees surround three out of four sides of the park, and in one of the corners sits a little stand called The witchcraft creamery which offers ice cream sandwiches, milkshakes, floats, and warmer beverages in the winter.
It is late evening and the mutant attorney is dressed in a suit and is speaking rather loudly on the phone. He stands at the Witchcraft Creamery holding up a line as he decides what to order while yelling into his cellphone about not receiving payment for his latest victory. “Look, I won the case for you. You will pay me.” He hangs up the phone and looks at the annoyed server, “I’ll have a…” Jordan Mayfair purposely takes long and then says, “A milkshake, vanilla.” She rolls her eyes and goes to prepare his order. He is dressed rather nicely in a suit black suit, with a red tie undone and the collar button open.
Fiona enters the area - it would appear that she'd already gotten HER ice cream, and then wandered off, but maybe they didn't let her keep it in the nearby library? It's rather apparent that's where she just came back from, by the large leather bound volume under one of her arms. You know, the kind that actually has a strap that keeps it snapped shut. It looks… well, quite old. Rather like the sort of thing that one ISN'T supposed to remove from the premises, yeah? Wonder how she got THAT out here… At any rate, purple eyes flick towards Mayfair for a moment, attracted by the shouting, and a flash of recognition appears in them for a moment, before she heads off to the side to find a nearby table, setting the heavy book down on it with a sigh and a thump.
As he leans against the counter waiting for his milkshake, He notes Fiona and a similar countenance forms on his face as he recognizes the young girl. A grin forms on his face as he nods towards her and then when given the milkshake, he moves in close to whisper something to the server. Her face goes blank for a moment and then she lets out a scream and runs away from the creamery cart, upsetting waiting customers. Jordan makes his way towards the table where Fiona is and opens his mind to her checking her for surface thoughts as he takes a seat without asking, “Fiona, right?” He notes the book and stares curiously at it.
"Yes, that's correct," she murmurs, pouring over some rather small text and unsettling looking sketches of anatomy for something not entirely human within it. Why would the public library have such a book? They probably won't miss it all that much. She turns, looking up at Mayfair finally, "Oh, hi! I remember you." Although it was quite a while ago. She follows his stare, "It's just some, ah, light reading. You know. For… extra-curricular activities."
“Well it has been….literally months.” Looking over the book Jordan’s eyes widen with curiosity. “Light reading, indeed. Is there a recipe in there for how to skin and flay humans?” Jordan asks, half-kidding half-seriously. He sips on his milkshake and then back up at Fiona, “Is this an assignment for you assigned by your master? How is Norgatraz, anyway?”
"Oh, he's fine, and it's not, exactly. I haven't had any direct communication from him in quite some time… his… erm, /influence/ is definitely still there…" Fiona nods, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. "In fact, it seems like it's stronger than ever." She taps a finger on the table somewhat impatiently. "It's difficult to explain, but over-use of the magic puts me in an extremely foul mood." She shakes her head finally, answering his first question, "This book was written by monks. It's more of an encyclopedia for their use of identifying and combating extra-dimensional beings… Though, I think most of the information in here is inaccurate. It was in the 'fantasy fiction' section, with all the 9/11 conspiracy books." She laughs.
“Well, remind me not to get you in a foul-mood. Hell hath no fury like a witch scorned.” Jordan continues to sip his milkshake as he lurches over to look through the tome, “Well, having personally encountered demons, I know they are real.” He shrugs, “You would think that in this day and age when mutants, aliens, and gods walk among us. People would believe in demons too.” He shrugs, “I’m surprised that the library would let you check the book out.”
Fiona smirks, "They didn't," replies the girl, shrugging a little bit. "The supernatural is different than mutants or aliens… Well, maybe gods are like them…" she trails off, "Regardless, a mutant is a scientific thing. People may not know what a mutant can do, but they know what causes it, and they know a mutant is probably a mortal, just like them. A demon, or a ghost? Possession? I think people would rather not deal with it. Some people DO believe in that stuff, of course, and always have - with varying degrees of accuracy in their beliefs… But the thing about demons, is that they're typically evil. It works for them if people don't believe, and they don't hold rallies wanting equality or anything the way mutants do."
“Wow, Fiona.” Jordan nods his head as he is very impressed by what she has just said. “That is very true. The devil gains power because he is unknown and people are afraid of the unknown. Your time with Norgatraz has educated you on things of a demonic supernatural nature” Jordan leans back on his seat, “So since your master has been irresponsive despite still being influential. I wonder if you or he would mind side-assignments from time to time.”
Fiona blinks towards Mayfair, "Side assignments?" she pauses, raising an eyebrow quizically, "I guess that might depend on the nature of them. I don't… really LIKE to commit crimes, if that's what you mean. I only did that stuff because I had to, not because I really wanted to." She's still not entirely sure of the nature of this lawyer-man. "I'd rather use the power to help people, if I can." Though, it doesn't always wish to be bent in that direction…
“Oh well of course. I understand. And while I may not be the most moral man. What I do tends to help people.” At least himself anyway. Jordan smiles as he finishes up the milkshake, “As a lawyer, there are certain things I can and cannot do. Or be seen doing.” He tosses the milkshake container into the trashcan. A rather impressive shot. “How about this? Give me your contact information and the first thing that comes up. I’ll do with you or you can watch me do. Something not too crazy and troublesome. If you are ok with it, then we set up a working relationship?”
"That sounds… reasonable." Of course, Fiona can always use the money… some little part of her tells her - yes, this is a terrible idea. But she's used to dealing with Kalindi - might even call her a friend, and so… it's not all THAT abnormal. She pulls out her phone a shiny new looking affair, fingers flicking around on the touchscreen until she brings up the right information and slides it across for him to copy. "That should work, eh?" It has her number, e-mail, etc on it.
Taking down the information, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” Jordan rises and then bows, “And now, little demon-ness, I must take my leave. I’ll be in touch soon.” With that he sighs as his phone rings. “Adieu, Fiona.”
Fiona waves, "Till later!" as she goes back to her book.
