genessia | I'll give him a PIZZA MY MIND ROFLMHOOMGLOLOLOLOL

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I'll give him a PIZZA MY MIND ROFLMHOOMGLOLOLOLOL

WHO: Captain Hammer, OPEN!
WHAT: Hammer's organized a little meet 'n greet over pizza, his treat. What a nice superhero!
WHEN: November 27, 2013 - 7:00 p.m.
WHERE: Geraldi's Pizzeria - Genessia City
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There's something very inviting about a pizza parlor. The combination of spices never fails to set a man's stomach to grumbling, and Captain Hammer is no exception. He's arrived twenty minutes early to put down an order for three extra large pies, figuring that would probably be enough to feed the ones who responded to his proposition. And if more arrive, they'll just order a few more pizzas.

He figured this was a good way for the people stuck in this weird little dump to know who they could befriend (each other) and who they could rely on to punch villains in the face (and that would be him).

The pizzas were set out on a long, high table ringed by barstools. There were plates, napkins, forks ~~for the weak~~, a basket of breadsticks, a pitcher of root beer on one end, and a pitcher of real beer on the other. Hammer himself was perched on one of the barstools, enjoying a slice of pizza heaped with pepperoni and olives. One boot rested on the floor, the other was hooked on the lowermost rung of his barstool.

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Blake has timed her arrival so that she isn't one of the first people to get there, mostly in an effort to avoid getting stuck in any one-on-one conversations.

Now that she's there, she's sitting at the end of the table making new friends and socializing--haha, no. It looks like she's already stumbled across the library and already has a book open in front of her while occasionally pausing to take a small bite of the pizza slice on the table beside her.

So she made good on her promise! Such was the power of free food; it was pretty clear Blake wasn't here to make friends and influence people.

Try that book next.

"Aren't you worried you might get pizza grease on the pages?" Captain Hammer asked, pouring himself a glass of beer before easing another slice of pizza onto his plate.

Free food and the chance to get a feel for the other people she was going to be stuck sharing this city with. She knew her team and Jaune well enough, but everyone else was an unknown, and although Blake wasn't exactly engaging, she was paying closer attention than might have been apparent.

Take this Hammer guy for instance.

"Not really." As if to prove her point, she picked up her slice of pizza and took another small bite before setting it down and carefully wiped any such grease off of her fingers on a napkin beside the plate and turning the next page. She glanced over the top of the book. "I've had plenty of practice at doing this."

No one can ever claim Blake isn't adept at multitasking. "Must be an absorbing book," he noted. He wasn't going to pry too deeply if she was radiating "GO AWAY NOW" vibes, but he wasn't getting anything like that just yet.

"I'm Captain Hammer. And you are...?"

She could switch over to those vibes in an instant, if need be, but for the moment she was here because she was curious about the other people in this place. So she could put up with a little conversation for now.

"Blake." She gave him a questioning look over her book. First "the Doctor" and now "Captain Hammer," people had a thing with names around here apparently. "Is that your real name?"

"It's my superhero name," he clarified, glad to see she was showing some interest. He leaned onto his forearm. "Any hero worth his salt needs to take on a superhero name. If my true identity were to be known, then what would stop the black hearted criminals of the world from stalking family? Friends? Torturing and blackmailing them, just to get to me. No no," he said, and sat back. "My identity remains a secret, and I will never be a victim of identity theft."

But mostly, a secret identity was just cooler that way.

A secret identity. His explanation made sense in a way, it was true that anybody with enemies would have family and friends at risk. Many members of the White Fang had begun wearing masks for just that reason.

Still, as logical as it was, there was still one flaw that stood out to her.

"And blackhearted criminals don't recognize faces where you're from?"

"They don't seem to. Then again, I haven't shown my other identity in quite some time."

He even did his dry cleaning under his superhero guise.

"You know how it is," he waved it off casually. "There's always some wannabe trying to make a name for himself in the criminal world. Can't say I've had time to relax in years."

"Actually, I don't."

She tries not to bristle too much at the way he keeps talking about "criminals", being one herself technically. But then, maybe he was lucky and things really were that cut and dry where he came from.

"Are there a lot of people like you where you're from?"

"A lot? No," he chuckled, leaning his arm on the table. "You see a lot of cops, and every now and then some kid who's had a few years of karate lessons gets it in his hand to put on a bedsheet and make-believe he's a superhero. But there's probably only a handful that are genuine, like me. And if there are, I haven't met them yet."

He knew this might not be the case in Genessia. It would be interesting to rub elbows, so to speak, with those who might have legitimate super powers. You know. As long as they weren't evil and deserving of face punches.

Ruby'll let Blake have her space at first, but eventually she'll slide right up beside Blake and try to look at what she's reading.

"So... What's this one about?"

Normally, Blake would not be especially happy with all this reading over her shoulder shenanigans, but this is Ruby, and by now she's an exception to that particular rule. Blake turns the book a little so Ruby can see it clearer.

"It's a book of poems. This one's about a sailor who wound up stranded at sea after accidentally cursing his ship."

Ruby worked hard to be an exception to this rule and is proud of the fact that she is. She also appreciates it when Blake turns to the book enough that she can get a good look at it.

There are still some books that Blake will freak out and not let Ruby read or find out what they're about and she's not exactly sure why. She's glad this isn't one of those times.

"Oh? How'd he manage that?" The beginning was on the last page so she's a bit behind. Sorry for the backseat reading Blake.

The fact that Ruby needed to wonder what those books were about showed that she probably wasn't ready to actually read them yet. Not that Blake was in the habit of lending those ones out. She still wasn't sure how Ruby, or any of the others, kept finding them to ask questions.

"Their ship was trapped, when a bird appeared that led them to safety. After they were out, the sailor shot and killed it and so the whole crew ended up cursed as a result." She doesn't mind so much. Another perk of being one of those exceptions.

Their room back in Beacon isn't all that big. There are only so many hiding spots and Yang has pretty much made a game of it now.

"Wow. What a jerk. That's the part where you're supposed to feed the bird and thank it for it's hard work." Okay, now that she's got the plot recap, she can back seat read quietly now.

So she's learning, but the battle to find new hiding places that Yang wouldn't think of has only just begun. Or at least it would, if they got back home.

"That's one way to put it." She says with a quiet chuckle. Leave it to Ruby to sum things up like that.

Sofia was at the other corner of the pizzeria observing everyone in the dining area and making assumptions about them in her head. She saw Blake earlier but didn't pay her any mind until she observed her the second time.

This kid kept to herself and prefers to read a book in a social gathering? It's like looking in the mirror, Sofia thought. She doesn't have a book of her own, any reading material she has is in her smartphone which doesn't feel the same as reading things in a hard-bound book.

Sofia just continued to observe Blake while having some tea, since she isn't the type to start conversations either.

There was one thing she and Sofia were already in agreement on. Electronic alternatives were all over the place on her world as well, but nothing ever quite matched the feeling of real, actual paper and ink.

She's interrupted in her people watching by the familiar sensation of eyes on her, and for a second there it's almost like one side of her bow twitches a little in Sofia's direction before she turns her head slightly to spot the woman lookng her way.

"Yes?"

The bow twitch and the fact Blake was able to detect her faster than an average mark is something Sofia's detective eyes noticed. But she kept that to herself and give Blake a slight nod in response.

"What is that book about?"

Blake eyes the woman for a moment, still a little on edge at being watched and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being studied. For somebody like her, with so many secrets she was still keeping, it was a little less than comfortable.

Still, all the more reason not to let on.

"It's a book of poems." She glances down at it. "I passed by a library the other day so I thought I'd see what kind of books this place had."

Sofia nods, leaning back against her chair and watch the tea in her cup swirl as she moves the tea spoon in circles.

"I see. It's good to know the libraries here still keep hard copies. Almost everything is digital these days, it just doesn't feel the same..."

Sofia took a sip of tea from her cup before setting it down on the table. She cleared her throat and fixes the fringes of her hair before she looked to Blake again.

Blake keeps her attention on Sofia for now, setting her book down on the table. She trusted her team, and she knew that there was no reason to believe that the people here would have come from worlds with the same attitudes towards people like her, being in a room full of human strangers still made her a little nervous. Old habits from a difficult childhood.

But, human or not, it was always nice to meet somebody who appreciated the value of a real, physical book over a digital version.

"Mmh." She nods in agreement. "It's the same where I'm from. Almost everything is available in an electronic form, but it doesn't feel right to me."

"I would love to give that library a visit one of these days. How is the selection from what you've seen so far?"

Sofia thought of inviting Blake to sit on her table, but for now she's testing the waters.

It seems that they both have the same idea for the moment. They were both trying to get a feel for the people around them, see what they were dealing with.

"Extensive. It looks like it isn't just people from other worlds being brought here, there were some books talking about stories and myths that don't exist on my world."

"That's good to know, actually" Sofia nods approvingly. More books are always good, especially when a lot are from other worlds. "I very much look forward to read these books of myths from alien worlds. You can deduce a lot from a civilization from their age-old beliefs" Sofia leans forward, resting her chin on her clasped fingers.

"I'm interested to learn more about your world. I can tell it's much different from mine" From Blake's clothes, her unnatural eye-color, and that sword on her back, it definitely is different from Sofia's modern world.

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