(OOC) Log.
< NYC > East Greenwich Village
A significantly more Bohemian sector of New York, East Village seems to be popular all the same, with housing prices ranging from the middle to upper class amid the melting pot of ethnic groups here, even before the wave of tattooed and pierced teens during the time "Rent" was released. Though heroin dealers and drug addicts no longer mar the streets, the neighborhood has not lost it's partying appeal, even with more historical landmarks as it lies there nestled near Central Park and Tompkin's Square.
[Exits : [W]est [G]reenwich [V]illage, [Ch]inatown, [D]uly [N]oted, [M]cLaughlin [A]lley, [A]utumn [L]ight [A]partments, [T]he [W]hite [R]oom, and [L]ower [E]ast [S]ide ]
[Players : Dave ]
Dave is sitting in the 'Village' near a corner shop, eating a sandwich notably bought from the same place. He rests on a wall, casually consuming his lunch with his almighty 'I-don't-give-a..' attitude turned on.
Quark walks down the street with a relaxed sigh, stretching his arms above his head. It feels /so/ good to be done with work. His green hat upon his head and his apron thrown over his shoulder, Quark is simply wandering right now. He takes a sip from the caramel frappuccino in his hand, a treat he grabbed from work before leaving. Sip, slurp...mmm. Glancing around, his gaze passes over Dave and then grins, turning to angle himself over to the other teenager. He idly wonders what kind of mood Dave is in. Waving, he offers in a friendly tone, "Hey, Dave, how're you on this fine day?"
"Not quite as chirpy as you are, there.." Dave offers in a brunt tone, looking up at Quark with a nod, "Everything's going alright I suppose, you just got laid or summink?" a smirk, eyebrow raises.
Quark blinks and then laughs, shaking his head with a sip of his coffee. "No, no. Just done working for the day, that's all. I've been there since early this morning--got stuck with some morning shifts this week. But they have different people come on in the afternoons, so no one has to be stuck there for too long. Makes the day go by faster, anyway." He glances at the wall briefly and then back to Dave asking, "Mind if I join you?" before turning and taking a seat next to him. "So what've you been up to?"
Dave shrugs, "Not much at all, really..." he looks down at the floor, taking a moment of sombre contemplation before shrugging again. "Not much to do, lifes been a bit more shitty since we last talked. Like, I'm not going back home anymore." he takes a bite of his sandwich and chews silently, continuing to stare ahead of him, at the dirty stone.
Quark nods slowly, frowning slightly. Ah, yes, home--England and all, hence the accent. "Not going back?" he repeats, tilting his head in thought and taking another slow sip of his drink. Slurp, slurp. "Why's that?" He idly glances out into the street at a few various pedestrians strolling by.
"..don't really wanna talk about it." he sniffs and continues with his lunch, quietly, kicking his legs idly before pulling a bottle of water out of his bag, opening it and taking a sip.
"...Oh. Alright," Quark shrugs, filling the silence with another slurp of his wonderfully tasty coffee. No point in pressing the subject, especially on such a sore topic as this. He hasn't found Dave to be very receptive to his sympathy, so he figures he might as well find something else to talk about. "Got any plans for school this upcoming semester?"
Dave shakes his head, "I'm not getting into any schools around here... Flunked too much back home, I'd have to go back a few years and try it all again..." he seems to regret this to a point, "Dude... You suck at cheery conversation." David smirks and leans back, "What about you, you still in school?"
Quark laughs, defending himself with a rueful shake of his head, "Well, I'm /trying/ to make cheery conversation. I guess I just keep picking the wrong topics." He grins and takes another sip of his coffee, shrugging and replying, "I'm not exactly in school, per se. I'm going to take a semester off before starting college to stay at the mansion and help out around with some of my professors. Dr. McCoy is planning on starting a new mutant health clinic, and I'm going to be one of his assistants, I think."
Dave nods, "Yeah good luck with that." he smiles and throws the sandwich case into his bag, now trashcan. He sighs a little before placing both hands behind him and tapping the brick of the wall, in time with the swinging of his legs, "I'm trying to get a job... I guess the worst thing I could do is just give up and die... Though, that is a option I'm not far off considering. Certainly less hassle down that path."
Quark nods, then blinks and grins as an idea comes to mind. "Hey, if you're looking for a job, the Starbucks I'm working at is hiring. It's not that bad, and you get an employee discount and stuff. I've been there over a year now, and some of the other employees are great to work with. If you're interested, anyway. Just an idea." He takes another sip of his coffee, which is, unfortunately, more than half gone. Dang.
Dave sneers a little, just a little. "I dunno... I mean, Starbucks?" he grins, if only to cover the sneer, "I was trying to find a music shop... Somewhere where I have a little more... umm.. affinity?" he raises his tone for that, not quite sure if he chose the right word for that, he nods in confirmation, "That's it, yeah."
Quark grins and rolls his eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look. It's not /that/ bad. Trust me, I had little experience in coffee before going there, myself. It's not that bad, once you get the hang of it." He takes a sip of his frappuccino as if to emphasize this point, then asks with a curious smile, "So you like music, then? Do you play anything?"
Dave nods, "Of -course-.." he sniffs, "I play guitar, when I can... Been heading down to Music World, just to play their guitars almost everyday. The staff don't seem to mind, I told them most of my story and they're cool with it." he snickers, "I promiced I'd buy something one day. Heh.." the grin on his face suggests differently.
Quark shrugs and offers, "Well, if you like music that much, and you've tried out so many of their guitars, maybe they'd let you work there. Anyone can sell something, but if you've got personal opinions and experience in the field, you'd be one step up from a typical salesman. Have you asked a manager there about working there or something?"
Dave nods, "Yeah. I mean. -Yes-." he frowns, "I dunno, they just have no vacancies at the moment, quite a popular choice of job, I probably would be outshadowed anyway." he pulls his hand up to bite a thumbnail, looking at Quark for a moment before staring past him again.
Quark sighs and shrugs, nodding as he glances over at Dave. "Well, don't be too hard on yourself. I'm sure if you keep at it, you'll find something sooner or later that you'll enjoy doing. In a city like this, there's bound to be /some/ kind of store or shop where you could find a job you can tolerate, even enjoy, doing." He takes another sip of his coffee, then stares at it as it's almost finished. He sighs, glaring as if it's the coffee's fault that it's just about empty. Rarr.
Talking about Rarr, or -rawr-, two beautiful girls pass David and Quark, taking the time to stop idle talking between each other and give the pair a glance, perhaps a smile. Dave ignores it mostly, staring at his own feet as he muses over Quarks friendly advice.
Quark glances up from his coffee to wave to the two girls, but only because he's polite and friendly. He's already taken, as it is. Turning to Dave, he asks, "So, have you thought about any other places that you might like to work, besides a music store? There must be something you could do that utilizes your talents, right?"
Dave shrugs, "Dunno... What can I do? I mean... Skate and play Guitar?" he raises both eyebrows, leaving a pause for thought before finishing with, "I don't think so." he sucks his tongue before deflating a little, "What else can I do? Act? Heh... Not likely."
Quark shrugs, pondering this dilemma. "Well, are there any other music stores in the city? Maybe you could still find a place that you like, since that other one you mentioned isn't hiring. Or you could help out at a skatepark or something, I suppose. Something like that." He takes a last, final sip of his coffee, sighing happily. He probably only works there for those drinks alone. "...Huh. I don't have many more ideas than that," he finishes lamely with a sheepish grin. "But...don't give up hope, yeah?"
Dave nods, "Oh aye... Well... I'm getting a little help from a friend, so you don't have to worry too much. I'll be fine." spoken words, but left David feeling they were shallow. Would he be fine?
Quark nods slowly, eyeing Dave again with a hint of a worried frown on his face. After a pause, he shrugs and replies with a small smile, "Well, if you're sure you'll be fine, I'll stop bugging you about it. But I'll be around, I guess, if you ever need any advice or someone to complain to about life," he grins.
Dave nods, for the first time in a while he pulls out a piece of paper and jots down his telephone number. "Here, it's my mobile. If you wanna meet up, sure." he pushes himself onto his feet and pulls his bag off the wall, shouldering it. "Oh, don't tell anyone about me. If you saw the news, you'll understand."
Quark smiles as he accepts the piece of paper, nodding. "Yeah, sure, I'll give you a call sometime. Really. And if you ever change your mind about Starbucks, let me know." He grins, idly running a hand through his hair and glancing out into the street again. At Dave's last comment, however, he turns to him with a frown. "...What do you mean by that? About the news?"
Dave shrugs, pacing a little, "Well... I tend to have trouble keeping my emotions.. and my powers.. y'know.. separated.." embarrasing, yes, annoying, yes. He frowns, "It's a little problem I'm told will get better in time."
Quark frowns, eyebrows curiously furrowing into his forehead. "OK...but what does that have to do with the news? Did something happen?" He tries to recall anything in the news that might've happened, but nothing's coming to mind. "And even if something did happen...the kind of people I hang around with don't judge someone because of their powers," he shrugs. "I've talked to quite a few mutants whose powers are triggered by emotion, and I'm pretty sure you're right--it gets easier as you get older."
Dave shrugs, "Whatever... I mean... I hope that's the case. I was in the cafe, it wasn't a big story, but I was in the new alright."
Quark blinks, and then shifts his feet and bites his lower lip as realization dawns on him. That cafe, in Midtown...there had been some damage there in the piping, and peoples' glasses had shattered. Huh. "You didn't get hurt, did you?" is the first thought that comes to mind. Not 'What did you do?'. "They don't know much about what happened," he shrugs.
Dave nods, "Yeah... The one who attacked me..." thats right, lay the blame off easily, "She could have done worse... Just a few bruises and scratches." he frowns a little, "They know that I was involved.. Or.. Well, what they know of me. I don't exactly blend in all that much..." he smirks.
Quark's frown deepens, biting his lip with worry evident on his face. "That cafe was heavily damaged, Dave...You must've been really lucky to get off as easily as you did. Did you tell your story to the cops?" He shifts his feet, sighing and staring out at the road. "And I bet you'd blend in more if you tried, even with the accent. You're just another teenager to them."
Dave blinks, that was a dumb thing to ask, "Fuck no. I -did- the damage, christ, that woulda been a one way street to some intensive mutant prison. Geez." Dave shakes his head, "I haven't had much trouble. I think the police are more worried about the other mutant, cause she..." he falls quiet as a pedestrian walks past, giving him a dry look.
Quark continues to play the detective, concerned as he is for Dave. He eyes him in a new light at this new information, then eventually shrugs and grins, "Well, I guess you were right when you said you needed to work on seperating your emotions from your powers. I won't tell anyone about it, then. Maybe if they find this other mutant that was involved, it'd take the attention away from you." He glances around to make sure there aren't any other people walking around before digging deeper, "Because she...what? Who was the other mutant involved? Did she attack you or something?"
Dave looks a little uncomfortable, "We just... Well.. She slapped me and I lost control, just kinda burst..." he frowns, "Then she tried to kill me or something..." he shrugs, "Ended up with her making an exit... 'Cause of the police.."
Quark offers a low whistle, replying as he shifts again in his seat, "...Wow, that's worse than I thought. She tried to /kill/ you?" He frowns and sighs, scratching his head. "Sounds like you're lucky the cops decided to show up when they did. Some of the mutants in this city are just..." He sighs, searching for the right word. "I don't know, demented or something. Psychotic. I'd watch out, if you ever saw her again."
Dave smirks, again, "Right... Whatever Quark. Just as I said, don't tell anyone alright." he gives him a darker look, "I'm not in a great position here... I really don't need anyone making it worse."
Quark frowns again, crossing his arms over his chest. "I have no intention of making things worse for you, trust me. I won't say anything that would put you in a bad spot." At least, not unless asked, and even then only if asked by someone who he knows would be concerned for Dave and not upset at him. So there. He takes out the piece of paper Dave gave him earlier, rips off a small blank piece, and scribbles down his own number on it before handing it to Dave. "If you ever need anything, or want to talk or something, give me a shout. I'll be around." He stands up, adding, "I need to take off, soon. Head home and all...got a party to go to. You take care, though, alright?"
Dave nods, "Of course." he smiles and salutes, "I could probably do with searching for that friend I mentioned, she kinda ran off last time we spoke... Well.. I did fall asleep, but meh." he looks around and sniffs, where to?
Quark grins and chuckles at the salute. "Alright, you do that. I'll be around if you need anything." With that he turns around and sticks his hands in his pockets, heading back out of the city. As soon as he finds a spot that doesn't have any people in the immediate vicinity, he disappears in a *bamf* of smoke, starting the journey back to the mansion.
Quark runs into Dave again in the city, and they have a relatively normal conversation. The damage to that cafe is mentioned, and they exchange numbers in case Dave ever needs any help with something. Minimal swearing, although it is there--probably only PG-13.