The Muffin Man


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Scene Title The Muffin Man
Synopsis Abby drops off some goodies, late, at Redbird and Luther is around to benefit from it and compare abilities.
Date October 6, 2010

Redbird Security

There's a sharp, professional feel to the main lobby of the building. The carpet is a deep maroon underfoot, the walls an off-white cream that doesn't glare too brightly beneath the recessed lighting in the ceiling. Half a dozen chairs upholstered in a sandy light brown sit against one wall beneath a painting, a print of a Thomas Brill that shows the ruins of Midtown covered in vines and greenery as seen from the rooftop of the Deveaux building. The receptionist's station takes up almost an entire wall on the right side of the lobby, guarding the hallway that leads back into the building's offices. Behind and above the desk, the logo for Redbird Security Solutions hangs on the wall in glossy black.

The central hall continues the same carpet and wall colors to a number of doors. There are four offices, a restroom done in shades of blue and pale sand tones, and a comfortable employee lounge with attached kitchenette. An open doorway in the main lobby reveals a flight of upward stairs, and there's a locked door at he end of the central hall that guards the basement steps.

Around 6 AM, the sun's barely risen, and it's much too early for normal, jobless people to be up right now. It's hard to deny routine though, habit trained up by life on post-Bomb streets. Luther isn't doing much to break that habit either, being up and looking to scrounge through the employee lounge for food before anyone truly notices he's there.

Maybe just a muffin. Do they have muffins?

Someone has muffins. 10 hour old muffins, but the blonde hurrying in through the doors of redbird using her ass to try and get the door open where her hands are full with two pink boxes and two starbucks boxes, steaming hot and waiting for thier plugs to be opened and drained of their contents. Jeans, leathers jacket, boots, one hip slowly pushes the door open, strap of her purse in her mouth.

Trust a guy who's been starving to sense out sustenance before it even gets to somewhere within view. Seeing the woman try to push her way through the door laden with goodies, Luther reacts with an immediate approach to help. "Here, I got that." He grabs the edge of the door with freshly cleaned fingers, somewhat looming over her by sheer height factor. His eyes slip down… to the food first.

Lots of people loom over her, in the male population. Not hard when you're five foot seven and every red blooded male around you is at least five nine. "Oh hey, thanks, a lot. I'm just dropping off some stuff for the folks who own this place" Luther, she's never seen, never met and when he has the door, she straightens up, fingers tightening around the box as she re-adjusts her center of gravity.

A glance up to get a good look, see who she's dealing with, she can't help but smile at the look he's giving the food. "Didn't have breakfast yet?"

And Luther, red blooded male that he is, does loom somewhat albeit not for too long. He goes from looming to trailing along behind her. "Not yet. I was just looking around in the fridge for something that doesn't belong to someone else. Do you work here?" The inquiry follows after the sidelong glance sent those lovely bright pink boxes. "I'm just kind of— I'm Luther." He'd offer her a hand to shake, but given the preoccupation of her hands, he instead tries the verbal shake.

"Lord no, do I look the sort that would work in a place like this? No, I'm just friends of the owners and I was dropping off some stuff that didn't get sold last night and some coffee, I figured Richard might enjoy it. If you're here this early, then I'm guessing you're new here?" She's looking for some place to put down the goods. "If you can grab the coffee, one box is so totally fair game for you"

The prospect of free food for labor is definitely worth the trouble of helping out a good Samaritan like Abby. "Really? I better take you up on that offer," Luther replies as he grabs for the coffee. "Mr. Cardinal's been kind enough to lend me a place to stay for a bit, but I think I'm on my own when it comes to food." He even helps clear off a bit of counter space for her to set the leftovers down. But, he dares not simply help himself yet, instead looking over to Abby for a go-ahead cue. It's also a time that he takes to study her. "Stuff that didn't get sold last night means… you work at a bakery? Never would've guessed it, Miss…" Fill in the blank. And good lord, he's actually smiling. Maybe because he gets to eat something!

"Abigail, Call me Abby and close. It's a dessert bar. Coffee, desserts and alcohol. There was quite a bit left over and what didn't get taken home by other folks, well, I brought here. I figure Richard and the others can all gorge themselves on it during the meeting they're having of which, I think I'm late for bringing it, so you get first dibs"

Abby doesn't offer her hand out to him, just letting him take the stuff and putting it down before stepping back, moving her messenger back to over her shoulder. "He's got apartments here?" She's surprised. it's not often she gets down here. "You learn something new every day. Are you just hiding from something or is Richard just doing good bye a promise?"

Fancy that, a dessert bar. Luther probably hasn't been in a dessert bar like Abby's establishment his entire life. "Abby, then. And thank you for breakfast," he says as he reaches for one of the coffees. And a muffin. He gets about a bite in to it when she brings up the mention of hiding. Stop. Swallow. Speak. "If there's a promise somewhere, I haven't figured out what it is yet. But, I wouldn't really call it hiding. More like keeping my head down. Don't want to give up a good thing going, you know? Better here than being out there." He nods in the direction of the mean streets just beyond those double doors. "But, hey. You know Mr. Cardinal, are friends with him. Does this mean you're also…" He starts to ask, but it trails off. What's he doing, asking a girl he's just met about this kind of thing? Really, Luther.

Abby leans forward as if she might be sharing a secret. "One of his many wives?"

Had he still been chewing, Luther might've choked there. As it is, he almost drops the muffin in surprise. "Wh- what? No, I wasn't asking about that. I never took him for that kind of guy, but, I meant…" Fumbling over his derailed train of thought, the man clears up the mess with a quick cover up sip of coffee. After the pause, he shakes his head to clear it. "I meant to ask if you're also Evolved." That last word drops to an all-time low, clandestine volume.

"I turn into a person made of fire and look like the surface of the sun. It's pretty cool. So I've been told" Straight faced. "I'm joking about the wife thing. he's not married. Try not to choke on the muffin, it's okay. He's not a polygamist"

Luther looks visibly relieved at her assurance of Cardinal's life choices. Less so by her straight faced admission. "Wait. Really? Because, well. I think- I think I might be able to, too. But differently." The stumbling now is more due to the distracted bits of thoughtfulness that come poking through his expression as he looks at Abby.

"I'm a baptist and I'm so very bad at lying. You can ask Richard. It's gotten me into more trouble than sometimes telling the truth is worth to other people, but then, I value the truth" But she got in trouble for lying. "Don't tell me you're a pyro mimic too, or I mean, a Pyro"

Luther quirks a smile at her words as an expressive motion of sympathizing with her plight. "I found it's easier just to not say anything at all sometimes rather than lying to someone's face. As for what I do? To be honest, I'm not sure myself. All the books I've read and the best explanation I can come up with is, it's kind of like being a living energy adapter." He looks around, clearly spotting for a visual aid, only to find it in his muffin.

"Here. I was up a little earlier this morning so it's not really the same, but. Sometimes I can take sunlight and do this." His explanation might stink, but he lets the visual do the talking. Luther focuses, hands around the top and sides of the object. And at first, it doesn't look like anything's happening to the muffin. But eventually! Eventually, the bitten top starts to steam. All that's missing is the beep or ding to let her know that the food's heated up.

"My lord, you're a microwaves and an oven" Abby grins at the muffin, reaching out to quickly touch the steaming top with a grin. "It's interesting. I find, truth be told, the variety of gifts that the lord done gave everyone to be pretty amazing." There's a glance to her watch though and a wince. 'And I gotta get on the road. Can you make sure they get these oh muffin man of steaming doom?"

"Can make coffee too, with enough time and juice," Luther answers with a comfortable smile back. "I'll try not to crack a Beatles reference as you go down that road, Abby." Ahha. "But thank you, again. I'll make sure they get these. Maybe missing a few. But I will." The muffin man nods reassuringly.

"You are the first to do such" See cat, abby's not totally ignorant of music. "Take as many as you want. There's more where they came from. Just ask cardinal to point you to Soho" She lifts her hand in a wave and is off, heading for the front doors so she can get on with her day.

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