Logs:Queer Vegan Discourse Goat Cult
| Queer Vegan Discourse Goat Cult | |
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| Dramatis Personae | 2021-09-27 "Tomorrow The Shade Room'll be swearing every one of you is part of my secret cult to provide abortions through some kind of mutant magic." |
| Location
<NYC> Washington Square Park - Greenwich Village | |
Behind a majestic white marble arch, a smaller cousin of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, this beautiful green space is a popular destination for the young, the hip, and the artistic. A huge circular wading fountain is the centerpiece, ringed by benches, playgrounds, dog runs, gaming tables, and lush green lawns. In fair weather, the park is almost always crowded with tourists, students, chess enthusiasts, and local families come to tire out their children and dogs. This storied park has had quite a tumultuous year, coming under scrutiny from local residents, media, and law enforcement, receiving a curfew and a partial shutdown at points. But the park is as popular as ever, and as controversial as ever. Polaris isn't courting controversy today, just another geek-goth in a black fitted tee with two horseshoe magnets overlapping to form a heart, black jeans, stompy boots, and altogether too many steel buckles, rings, and studs attached to her person. She's watching a young sidewalk chalk artist render a pastel fantasy landscape between a trashcan and a bench, occasionally looking up to scan the crowd, perhaps searching for someone without too much concern for their timeliness. "...And it's like, why would I disclose my mutation to the department, right? Half of them would want me to be their next experiment." Walking from the east side of the park, Kitty is gesturing at herself with one hand, the other holding a white coffee cup with a medival-style illustration emblazoned on the side. She's wearing black converse, wide blue jeans, and a NYU Physics t-shirt, despite her apparent displeasure with the department. Her eyes roll as she voices her last point, grows quiet waiting for her companion to respond. She catches a glimpse of Polaris, looks back and gives a little wave. "Hey, have you met Polaris yet?" She gives her companion a beat to answer before walking towards the green-haired woman. Maybe at some point Ryan was on time to meet up with Polaris, but that time has long since come and gone. It is at least veeery easy to track his halting progress through the park when he does start to draw near to the knot of women. Possibly the small gaggle of people he draws along in his wake at one time consisted predominately of opportunistic autograph-seekers (he is in fact at this moment signing one starry-eyed young woman's phone case) but somewhere between exiting the F train and now the timbre of the group has shifted. Largely due to one Very Agitated woman at the forefront, red-faced, vehement: "-- are children who look up to you! You should be ashamed of the example you're setting." Ryan's eyebrows have hiked high as he listens to this, leans in with a small laugh to listen to something another young man whispers giddily in his ear, signs another autograph. He's dressed today in a sequined vest in matte black with occasional flashes of bright gold, a fine gold mesh shirt underneath it, tight black trousers, and polished black boots with gold hardware, hair mussed and growing moreso as he scuffs fingers through it again. "Much as I would love to run a daycare just for you and your kids I am way too busy. Writing songs about drugs and having lots of queer sex. Was that subtle somehow? I'll make it more explicit next album." He turns aside from the group with a mildly pleading look toward a quiet young man standing nearby in neat button-down and trousers -- his bodyguard ushers the crowd to a breathing-room distance while he jogs up to Polaris et al with a brighter smile. "Yooo. Sorry to keep you waiting you try to do the environmentally friendly thing but uh!" His shrug is a little helpless. "Hey! Kitty, right? And -- uh --" His fingers snap -- he looks from Polaris to Kitty to Other Woman with a little bit of a 'help me out?' glance.
Her eyes broke from Kitty for a moment as there was a mild pause in their conversation due to Kitty looking off to the side and noticing someone that she wasn't exactly familiar with though they looked very familiar. Katherine listed to Kitty's question and attempted to look to see if she could gather a name but she came up empty handed. Katherine shook her head in response to her question. "I haven't but I would love to."* She'd respond with a smile before following beside her but feeling a bit of the social anxiety creeping in made her slightly walk slower so that Kitty would provide a slight social buffer. Katherine followed until they were close enough to Polaris before pausing and immediately taking a sip of her drink to avoid looking awkward. Just as she did so, another person seemed to have joined the mix but not just an ordinary person and when she noticed who it was, the red head's eyes widened and she started to gasp but hot chocolate attempted to enter her lungs instead thus making her almost choke. Katherine began to panic as she started to cough a bit, given the current circumstances, and instantly turned away from the group while also tucking her mouth in her elbow to muffle her coughs. Her face turned bright red both due to the coughing and the fact that they would all probably be looking at her. Katherine quickly got herself together as at this point Ryan's question sat in the space for a few seconds now; she'd quickly turn back to the group and push away the stray hairs from her still slightly red face. "Katherine. . . my name is Katherine. It's nice to meet you." "Hey!" Polaris waves Kitty and her companion over, but even facing the wrong way she tenses at the approach of Ryan's train. "Heeeey," is enthusiastic with a wild, giddy edge as she turns and steps back just far enough face both women and the recently arrived rockstar. She glances at Katherine, then at Kitty with a similar 'help me out' lift of dark green brows, then a concerned scrunch of the same when the young woman starts choking. But at Katherine's self-introduction she lapses into an easy smile. "Ryan, Katherine," she adds with a graceful flourish of her hand--heavily festooned with wirework rings--to the relevant parties, "Katherine Ryan, Polaris, Kitty, Ryan again. Nice to meet you!" This last to Katherine. "And don't worry, you shoulda seen me when I met him." An awkward half-beat and a quiet breath sucked through her teeth later, "On second thought, probably best you didn't! I'm sorry--" It's not immediately apparent this is a separate thought until her wide hazel eyes flick back to Ryan, "--I should have picked somewhere less ah..." She gestures, vague and helpless, at the crowd Ryan's bodyguard is gamely holding back. "Exactly," Kitty continued, steering them both towards Polaris. "They're incapable of being like, normal about it. Honestly, maybe I should drop out." She doesn't elaborate on this further, as there are introductions to try and make. "Hey Polaris -- yeah, Kitty, good to see you again, and this is--" Kitty's attention bounces from Polaris to Ryan to Katherine again, eyes widening with concern when Katherine coughs. "Hey, you good?" Her free hand hovers over Katherine's shoulder, pulling away when the other woman recovers. While Polaris makes short work of the remaining introductions, Kitty glances back at the throng following in Ryan's wake, nose wrinkling in distaste. "I don't want to interrupt your plans, but if you need to get through thatquickly--" she jabs a thumb in the general direction of the crowd -- "I can help." She waves one hand through the sides of her coffee cup to demonstrate. "We aren't in a hurry, I don't think." She glances at Katherine to confirm. "Somewhere less -- perfect for enjoying a beautiful fall day?" Ryan waves a hand dismissively, for a moment looking neither at the crowd he's left behind nor at Katherine as she splutters. He does give Katherine a bright smile once the coughing dies down some. "Katherine, got it. Sorry to dump all that --" He flicks his fingers towards the throng, "-- on your coffee break." His brows lift again at Kitty's offer, and the slant of his smile is quick and sharp. "Holy shit that's cool as hell! I mean, yeah, I'd be down for the quick exit for sure but," he glances quickly over his shoulder, nose wrinkling in brief mirror of Kitty's, "if you're sure you -- well. You live with Marinov. You seen the way folks brush up against me even somewhat tend to court all kinds of nonsense attention. One minute we'll be ducking a crowd and tomorrow The Shade Room'll be swearing every one of you is part of my secret cult to provide abortions through some kind of mutant magic." "Yeah just went down the wrong pipe is all." Katherine replied to Kitty with an assuring tone. She left out her reasoning as it seemed to be rather "corny" for a grown woman to still be able to feel that odd teenaged star struck feeling. She noted Polaris' own non-verbal call for help and there was a bit of comfort that came from her also including her in the opportunity to redirect attention. . . even if she was of no substantial help. Katherine took another sip of her drink before smiling at Ryan who apologized for bringing his previous interaction into the mix but she knew that it was nothing he could help. "Don't worry about it! I'm sure that's an everyday thing for a rockstar." She replied before listening to Polaris' introduction, "Thank you, it's nice to meet you Polaris." The red head found herself enjoying the conversation and there was a quickly growing comfort as she even played off of Ryan's Shade Room comment. "OH, I left the goats for sacrifice in my back seat. . . think they'd want a tour?" She'd reply with a chuckle before looking back to Kitty. "I'm in no rush. I'm open to soaking as much of this place as possible. . . speaking of which, what were you working on Polaris?" She'd turn and ask Polaris, referring to what she was looking over earlier Polaris blinks at Katherine's question, nonplussed until she follows the gesture at the sidewalk art. "Oh! That wasn't me. There'd be a lot more stick figures and a lot less...beautiful sunrise." She bounces up onto her toes and drops back down, her attention shifting all at once to Kitty. "Oh man that will freak people the fu--frak out." It doesn't take audiokinesis-assisted empathy to pick up the bubbling excitement in her voice. "I wanna see it. I mean regardless," she tells Ryan brightly, "it's probably the smoothest ride out of here. I can fly, but you'd have to like stand on my toes or something. And this guy," this conspiratorially to the other women, "could fly himself out of here by belting Defying Gravity at the ground." Her eyes dart to Ryan. "Or is it Free Bird?" Kitty's hand drops, a touch of relief in her expression as she laughs at Katherine's joke. "Mutant goat sacrifice cult? Sign me up. Sounds like a Yom Kippur party." Kitty takes a quick swig of her coffee, grinning around the lip of the lid at Polaris and Ryan's enthusiasm. One eyebrow twitches upwards at Polaris' quick correction, but it quickly smooths over. "Aw, can everyone fly but me?" Her bottom lip pushes out in a mock pout. "But if you all don't want to wing it, I don't mind. As long as my dissertation committee doesn't read Perez Hilton," she rolls her eyes, the name leaving her mouth with distaste, "I think I'll be okay." "Hell yeah! I mean, I run a strictly vegan goat sacrifice cult we just take pictures of the goats and post 'em on twitter saying they just designed a brand new bisexual flag and let the kids go to town. Your goats," Ryan assures Katherine cheerfully, "totally welcome to the slaughter." Audiokinesis-assisted empathy might not be necessary to pick up Polaris's excitement but it's there all the same, reflected in Ryan's easy laugh and echoed back to the others. "Please, it'd be "Glitter in the Air"." He glances around the crowded park and adds with a faint grimace, "... but it'd also be a whole lot of screaming and organ damage on the ground, my method of liftoff, so like, getting airborne? Maybe not always so aspirational. C'mon," he's holding a hand out hopefully toward Kitty, "let's hope your dissertation committee isn't Very Online." Katherine chuckled at Polaris’ joke before taking another sip of her hot chocolate and nodding in agreement. “If you do the stick figures, I can give them fancy clothes and fedoras; Picasso better watch out.” As the majority of the group’s attention had shifted towards the lingering group that still wanted a piece of Ryan. Her blue eyes locked with a few of the women that were in the group and she awkwardly raised her free hand to wave at them which only seemed to earn her stoney glares. “I- okay….” The red head whispered as she slowly turned her head back to the group as they spoke of various methods of escape. All of the options were rather colorful in nature but the thought of Ryan possible coating the peaceful area in organs definitely took the cake. Katherine smiled at the group before offering her own solution. “Or we could all fly in style being coated in an iridescent energy provided by my noggin might even make us surpass Perez Hilton and shoot us into Vogue or something…. Very avant-garde or we could get shot at by NYPD but it might tickle.” She’d shrug. "So it's a queer vegan discourse goat sacrifice cult." Polaris mimes stroking a beard she does not have. "Name could use workshopping. Oh shiiii--" She doesn't even bother with bowdlerizing that one, just discards it and moves right along to getting excited at Katherine, "What if the goats had fancy clothes and fedoras?!" The deep breath she draws and releases is a subtle and largely unsuccessful attempt at slowing herself down. "Wait, coated in iridescent energy? I don't even know what that would--" Her eyes go wide, then narrow thoughtfully. "Actually, I might know? My experience with 'iridescent energy fields' is surprisingly non-zero. Ditto getting shot at by pigs." Her expression clouds over, very briefly, though Ryan can sense the sharp spike of rage beneath her words. "I guess that's less surprising. Anyway yeah, Kitty I think you are the only one here who can't fly, but what you do is way cooler than flying. I mean. So's most of what I do, as much as I like the flying." It almost seems like an afterthought that she takes Kitty's hand, her jittery glee undimmed. "Queer vegan discourse goat fashion sacrifice cult?" Kitty is counting words on her free hand to keep track of the ever-growing cult name. She almost misses Katherine's additional escape plan, but when Polaris chimes in on it she looks up with a little alarm. "Oh, I mean, that would do it, but --" Kitty bites her lip, shrugs and looks at Ryan. "You want the flashy way out or the quick way?" Ryan's hand is out, though -- Kitty takes it, chugs the rest of her coffee, tosses the cup into a wastebin, and holds out her hand to the other women. She gives Katherine a look that tries to convey sorry-but-I-don't-want-to-get-shot-at-today but mostly comes across as constipation. "Coincidentally," Ryan adds, "that's also the name of my new skincare line. Coming to Sephora early 2022." His free hand goes to his chest, eyes opening wide. "Do I want it flashy? Please that's like asking if Michael Bay likes explosions --" He hesitates, smile flickering dimmer for just a fraction of a second. "Though maybe," he concedes, "we shouldn't invite the pigs to fill this place up with tear gas again. Alright my wonderful new cultist friends, let's go make some magic." | |
