On Strike (OTA)

[shrimp_truck]

It was March. March. It was not supposed to 45 degree Fahrenheit in the middle of the day, especially on a Sunday afternoon. This village was crazy. So Kamekona decided he was going to go on strike. He was striking this weather

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[wakandaqueen]

A warm breeze that had absolutely nothing to do with the heaters surrounding him blew over toward the man. Ororo smiled as she did it. Anyone that would be stubborn enough to demand warmth on a chilly day should get it.

[shrimp_truck]

The warm breeze was definitely much appreciated and much more even than the heaters could provide. Not that he could account for the new change in temperature, though he did lift his sunglasses and look up at the sky as if to see if there was some sort of concentrated sun beam on him.

[wakandaqueen]

The warm breeze surrounded Ororo as well, lifting her white hair as she approached him. "Are you an optimist that hopes for warmer weather if you give it a little push?"

[shrimp_truck]

She was definitely a looker. Not Hawaiian, but not a Haole either. He smiled at her as she approached. "They say that's what we'll get with global warming. Not that it seems to be working. Almost expect it to snow again." Pouty Hawaiian faced man on the beach was pouty - snow was not nice.

[wakandaqueen]

"Some people blame that on El Nino and La Nina but the weather always has a reaction to something. If a winter is colder or lasts longer, then the summer will be equally strong." She smiled, "Or if you're a weather witch you can control it to however you'd like."

[shrimp_truck]

His eyebrows went up, but not in a scared way. "Is that what you are? A 'weather witch'? Cause, if you are, this heat is much appreciated." He nodded. Truly appreciated.

[wakandaqueen]

"I have been called that in my village in Kenya but I am a mutant." Ororo said as she came to stand beside him. "I'm Ororo. Ororo Munroe."

ooc: Feel free to know her or not. She's aware of X-men comics. :)

[shrimp_truck]

"You have a very pretty name." He was much more 'Batman' than 'X-Men'. Kamekona sat up a little. "I'm Kamekona. Nice to meet you. And if you don't mind me saying so, you don't look like a mutant."

[wakandaqueen]

"You don't think an African woman with white hair and blue eyes is unusual?" Her lips quirked, "but thank you. Mutants don't always look like they have one. And your name is quite unusual and nice, too. Japanese or Hawaiian?"

[shrimp_truck]

"I think an African woman with white hair and blue eyes is beautiful. Sometimes unusual is better." He smiled charmingly, though meant what he said.

"It's Hawaiian." Said the man in a Hawaiian shirt. "From the island. Straight up local. Which is why this village's weather is not sitting so well with me. Not a big fan of snow."

[wakandaqueen]

"Let me know when you wish to have warm weather and I will provide it." Ororo offered him. She liked his kind and warm smile. Her smiled widened, "and not just because you complimented me."

[shrimp_truck]

"How about I make you a deal. You give me warm weather and I let you have shrimp for free. They're the best in Haurvatat and on Oahu." Definitely, at least, the best in the village, though he was the only shrimp cart here.

[wakandaqueen]

“That sounds like a good deal, I accept.” Ororo agreed easily. “What type of shrimp do you make?”

[shrimp_truck]

"I make all kinds. Garlic and butter, cajun, tempura... even thinking about maybe installing a fryer in the truck to make some fried stuff." Kamekona enjoyed expanding his business, especially with deliciousness.

(ooc: Ugh, I lost this somehow :| )