Pixie & Wade | Monday Afternoon (backdated)

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Wade stops by eVolution to check on Pixie and brings lunch.


Wade stopped at a local eatery on his way to eVolution, picking up lunch for himself and Pixie before making his way to the shop. The bell over the door jingled as he came in, checking the shop for customers before raising the paper bag over his head and calling, "I come bearing takeout containers of deliciousness. You should partake of this sustenance with me, Pinkie."

Megan turned from where she was sorting through some new, exclusive stock that had come in. "Hi, Wade! Sure, we have a table in the office, where we can still watch the store. That smells really good - what did you get?"

"We have a selection today," Wade announced, heading toward the door Megan indicated. "There's calzones or lasagna or baked ziti - whichever two you don't want I'm gonna chow down on. With cannoli for dessert. And while we're enjoying this fine Italian cuisine, you can tell me how things have been going here security-wise. Anybody weird hanging around?"

"Yum! I'll take a calzone." She moved a box behind the counter and met Wade at the back office. It was neat and minimally decorated, like the rest of the high-end clothing store. They had a clear view past the low couches and carefully arranged clothing racks to the front door. "We've had the normal weirdos, but I haven't encountered anyone creepy or threatening. I'm glad the boss has you working security, though. When I fly to work, I've been trying to keep aware of my surroundings, too."

"One's like a meat lover's and the other's got mushrooms and some other stuff in it - I didn't ask," Wade said, putting the bag on the table and digging through it until he found the calzones. "That's good that you're keeping an eye on things - how high are you flying? Doug's still got some intense electronic surveillance going on and Kurt's keeping an eye on things at night, so I don't think we need to worry about anything, but it's always better safe than sorry."

Pixie's fingers - the nails painted bright purple with pale green moons and stars - wavered over the calzones before picking the one that was oozing the most cheese. "I normally fly just above roof height - going around any high-rises. Then I mostly just watch below me."

She took a careful bite, but cheese leaked out anyway and she grabbed a napkin. "District X might have drawn some extra attention due to the art fair. The people coming in look a little - different - lately. One lady was looking in the winged section - all the clothes are organized by mutation, not gender - and wanted to know if we had women's clothes that, like, came with wings."

"Ah, sensationalists and fetishists," Wade said, popping the top on the baked ziti and grabbing a fork. "I'll ask Doug to tag them on surveillance so we can keep an eye out for them, but unless they're really off their rockers, they're generally harmless. Can you fly higher than that? I mean, what's your max altitude?"

"I've flown to the top of a high-rise before. Ah, I wish everyone could know what it's like to fly. It's a different world, flying - it literally has another dimension. Above you, below you. But I'm bollocks at recognizing small buildings from high up. I guess I should really get better at navigating so I don't have to rely on the street view."

Wade quirked a smile. Pixie had quite the built-in self-defense mechanism in her dust, but... "Yeah, I'd suggest getting better acquainted with the streets and buildings from higher up. It'll make you harder to spot and give you a chance to avoid people if necessary."

Megan thought for a minute while she ate, then said, "You know, not that I miss Genosha in any way, but I kind of wish I was working on a team again. I want to know what my upper limits are. If whoever killed that mutant fashion designer decided to go after other activists in District X, I'd like to know that I could help do something about it."

"You don't necessarily have to be on a team to be prepared for that kind of thing," Wade pointed out. "I'm not - and look at me, being all security-oriented and stuff. But I can see what you mean - and you need to work on your sense of direction from above. I'd be more comfortable if you did, at least." He took a massive bite of his ziti, chewing contentedly as he settled back in his chair

"Yeah, you're independent," Megan said thoughtfully before she took another bite. There was just going to be cheese everywhere. Forget the napkins - cleanup could come later. "But you're so... independent. I guess I could be, eventually, if I trained more? I just need some incentive to learn my way around better, like a test or something. Nah, I hate tests. Like a race."

"With a prize at the end," Wade said, words garbled around his ziti. "A big prize. Or a nice one, at the very least. Training's not hard. I could time you."

"Like dessert? Yes, I like this plan. When do you have time? I need to finish my shift today, obviously, but then... damn, now I'm picturing flying above District X, trying to find a cake that's on the roof of a building that I should recognize from 500 meters up."

"That's basically what I'm thinking, yeah," Wade said, grinning. "I mean, maybe a pie. Or a really big tart. This might be something to do like, over a period of time, though - make sure you're retaining it and all. Let's start tomorrow morning. I'm staying in the city for the duration, so I'll be here and have the cake or whatever. You fly in like you normally would, only significantly higher. Let me know when you leave the mansion and we'll see how fast you can get here without losing altitude."

Pixie nodded, her jaws working on the last of the calzone. She glanced out to the store - some muggle-looking shoppers were looking at the display in the window from outside, maybe hoping to see freaky Halloween costumes, but they didn't carry costumes at eVolution. A moment later she answered. "Brilliant. OK, I'll text you tomorrow when I take off. Thanks, Wade!"