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Sarah's back, or, well, really she just hasn't left since lunch. Though she did finish her zucchini chips. At the moment she had a plate of brownies and a glass of milk, still working on what appeared to be costume designs.

She had moved from the bar to a booth, and the crumpled discarded pile had taken over one of the seats next to her. Her brow furrowed, tapping the pencil against her lip idly as she studied the drawing she was working on.

She'll trade brownies for conversation, and could probably use a break from the designing.

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Maureen sees her looking like she needs a break and slides into the other side of the booth. "Hey, what are you working on?"

Sarah blinked up at that, then smiled slightly, setting down the pencil to extend a hand, "Hi, Sarah Rainmaker, I'll answer to either." A pause then, followed by, "Oh, my team needs new costumes, I've been commissioned with the designing of them."

"Oh, sorry. Maureen Johnson." She takes the extended hand and shakes, grinning. "What kind of team?"

Another slight smile, tucking her hair behind her ears, "We're, err, superheros."

Only a bit taken aback, Maureen says, "Oh. That's really cool." She's eying the brownies rather hungrily and deciding whether it would be too rude to ask for one.

"So what are the costumes for? Don't you already have some, or am I missing something?"

Sarah half smiled as she nudged the plate closer, snagging one for herself, "We've got some, but we need new ones, re-designed and better suited to our own abilities, that sort of thing."

Maureen decides it's not too rude, considering she hasn't eaten much today. "Can I have a brownie?" Then something occurs to her. "So what are your abilities?" She's never met a superhero before and doesn't really know the protocol. If there is any.

She smiled again, "Help yourself, Bar always gives me more than enough. And I can control the weather, generate parts of it. Here," She dragged her milk glass closer to summon up a miniature storm cloud from the moisture there, letting it drift across the table towards the woman.

"Thanks!" She takes one and suddenly realizes she doesn't have anything to drink. "Are there waiters or anything here? I'm fairly new."

Maureen's eyes widen as she watches the cloud gather, amazed. "...Wow."

Sarah smiled, "Waitrats, or you can just ask bar. You can pay as you go, or she'll run you a tab." She caught a passing waitrat and smiled at it, "'nother glass of milk please?"
It scampered off, returning a few minutes later with the milk.

"Thanks." She's learning a lot tonight. "I know about bar, but I've never seen a waitrat before."

She takes a swig of milk and a large bite of brownie, obviously enjoying both. "Where are you from?"

Sarah smiled, happy to put aside the designs for mow, "California, La Jolla, born in Arizona though. Early twenty first century, if that matters any."

She tilted her head, talking around her own generous bite of brownie, "yourself?"

Maureen smiles back. "New York. The city. 1997. I'd ask if the twenty-first century is very different, but for all I know your world is very different from mine anyway, so never mind." She hopes Sarah doesn't mind a little bit of talking with her mouth full (seeing as she's doing it herself). The brownie's just so good.

Well of course they're good, they're Bar's special recipie, they've got lumps of fudge and dried cherries in, and raspberry jam swirled across the tops.

She grinned at that, nodding, "That's why I like it here. Everything's different even when it's the same."

"Yeah, I hadn't thought about it like that before. But you're absolutely right. I tend to wind up here after fights with my girlfriend, and it always cheers me up - there's something about people who know nothing about the universe you're from that does wonders."

That one statement, minus the fighting part of course, put Sarah even more at ease. She nodded, taking a sip of her milk once more and breaking what was left of her brownie into smaller pieces, "I live in a house with six other people, well, one of them's our housekeeper, and she's an android, but still, gets crowded sometimes."

"Sounds like it. I used to live with three of my friends and my now-ex-boyfriend, and it could definitely get a little cramped." To say nothing how all the relationships have changed since...

"Are the others superheroes too?"

She nodded, "Yeah, except for Anna, the housekeeper, and Mr. Lynch, who's our boss, I mean, he's got his mojo, but he doesn't use that unless he has to, dangerous stuff."

She thumped the cover of the notebook, "Hence the re-design of the costumes."

Maureen is just a tad confused by the link there. "Mojo?" She furrows her brow. Maybe she's just missing something.

Sarah's brow furrowed at that, chewing slowly at her next bite of brownie while she attempted to figure out how to explain, "It's like... mega-big, uuber-bad psychic powers."

"...Oh. That sounds... um. Bad," she contributes. Way to state the obvious, Maureen. "So he used it, or what? I'm not totally understanding the reasons behind the costume redesign."

She blinked twice, then twice again, going over the conversation up to that point in her head, "Oh, err, he might have to use it to keep our secret identites a secret, since we have a tendency to just go and save the world in street clothes."

A shrug, "We need something easily recognizable, not quite uniform, and easy to wear under street clothes."

"Oh, okay, got it." She grins easily across the booth. "What do the other..." Mental counting... "...three do?"

"Four." She said, smiling slightly, "Roxanne, Roxy, Freefall." She flipped through the sketches so far, "She can control gravity, and she's the youngest of us, so something floaty I think, like figure skaters wear so that she looks lighter than she is even when she's not floating."

More flipping, "Bobby, Burnout, can control and generate flame, so, obviously he'll need something that won't catch too easy, though he's gotten good at that much control at least."

More flipping, "Grunge, who's name is really Percival Edmund Chang, but we call him Grunge just because, well, should be obvious. He's got what Mr. Lynch calls 'cellular photographic memory' which basically means he can take on the mollecular structure of anything he touches, he's going to need something like, I dunno, kanji pants or something, which would suit him, since he's fairly well obsessed with kung fu movies."

She paused to breathe before flipping through the sketches again, "And Caitlin Fairchild, our fearless leader. She's, well, basically she's an amazonian warrior woman, tough and built and stacked, not that I've ever thought about that of course." Which clearly meant that she had.

"Right. Four. Math isn't my strong suit."

Maureen's eyebrows shoot up more with each description. Finally, she settles on, "That's really... impressive. Do the others come here? I'd love to meet them."

She doesn't miss the bit about Caitlin (of course Sarah's thought about it!), but decides to let it go for the moment.

She smiled slightly, but shook her head, "No, Roxy's kitten came with me once, but the others haven't yet, honestly I don't think they believe that the place really exists."

"You told them about it? I've never told Joanne, because she'd just shake her head at me indulgently, which drives me crazy. There's no chance she'd even consider believing me. But, I mean, would you, if you hadn't been here?" A little chuckle.

She nodded, "I didn't tell them for the longest time, but sometimes I'd wind up here by accident, and time at home would still be going on without me, so they worried about me, and I kind of had to try to explain."

A shrug, "I told them I treat it as a vision quest, and they accept that at least."

Maureen nods in understanding. "Well, three of my friends from home - at least - have been here themselves, which is nice. They'd know I wasn't insane if I ever talked to them about it at home. Not that I ever have. It's too new, still, I think. And one's dead, so there's that. Usually home goes on without me, too, but most of the time I'm here I need a place to stay for the night. It works out." She shrugs.

Sarah nodded, smiling as she started on another brownie, "When I come on purpose, time stays put, or at least goes slowly enough that I"m not missed unless I stay here for a really long time."

She shrugged, "And really, once I found out how to get here on purpose, I stopped getting here by accident."

"I didn't know you could get here on purpose. How?" Of course, she'd probably choose to come in the times she winds up here anyway, but Maureen doesn't feel she needs to mention that.

Sarah blinked twice, then shrugged, "It's different for everyone, same as getting here by accident. There's apparently a ... portal I suppose, in the back of my closet that I never knew about. Leads right here. Well, right there." She pointed to a space between a table and a booth, "Every time."

"I'll have to look for one." She sips her milk.

(OOC: Mun is getting tired. Can we wrap? Thanks.)

( sure thing ^_^ *cues fade effect* )

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