2012 02 17 A Change Of Face

Log Title:
A change of face

Cytoplasm and Phantasm

IC Date:
17 Feb 2012

Double R Diner - New York

Brief log summary::
Sid runs into the guy whose face he borrowed.


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At first glance, the black and white checkered floor and red and white vinyl booths give the place a bright 50s diner feel. A closer look reveals the cracked tile, worn tabletops, patched vinyl, and tarnished metal of a diner comfortable with its age.

Dominating the room is a long bar lined with barstools. Along the wall across from the long side of the bar are a row of booths, stretching to the restrooms and a payphone in the far back; on another wall are two large horseshoe booths against the glass windows looking out on the street. An old pinball machine and an equally old jukebox lean up against the wall nearby.

Scattered randomly on the walls is a sparse collection of 50s-era nostalgia. Behind the bar is an ancient soda fountain, along with a picture of an even more ancient lady labeled "Mary", and a sign reading "No Smile, No Service!"

Cytoplasm is here sitting in the diner, apparently eating a piece of pie and occasionally looking around at the other people momentarily with a certain amount of interest, though not before turning back when he suspects someone else is looking back, which seems to be quite a few people. Occasionally, some people can be seen looking around at Cytoplasm with a certain amount of surprise, and a decent amount of whispering or otherwise hushed talk can be heard amongst the people, some of the patrons of the diner having a rather surprised or skeptical look on their faces. As the door to the diner opens once more, a man apparently with a very similar appearance to Cytoplasm physically though with different clothes walks in apparently somewhat annoyed mood. The state of the diner's patrons seems to change a bit upon his arrival, with more disbelief and quite speech. "What is it now? Did I rob a bank, too?" the man says before looking around before settling his gaze on Cytoplasm. "You!" he says as he walks over towards Cytoplasm, apparently fairly upset, "And I thought this couldn't get any worse. What were you trying to do, huh? Running around with my face…"

It's kind of funny what draws someone to a place. And for Mike, the sight of someone familiar draws his attention over to the diner. Not exactly caught up on all the news involving Cytoplasm with his busy month, he adjusts his direction, and follows the annoyed, thought to be Sid into the diner. When he comes in to find Sid yelling at another Sid, the knit-capped musician pauses around the entrance way, allowing for the door to close behind him as he tries to make sense of what's happening.

As Cytoplasm looks up at the man talking to him, he looks uncomfortable and says, "You… Tried to shoot me when we first met." before the man steps back and he says, "You?! You-What are you doing here?" with an evident look of confusion bordering on fear on his face. Taking a few moments to think about the situation, Cytoplasm looks back and says, "Eating pie." the man sighs in a fairly annoyed manner and replies, "Not in the diner, in New York! Why did you run around looking like me, then fake your own death?!" Cytoplasm then says, "I didn't try to get hurt. I only look like you because you were the first person I met. I couldn't look like I did before."

Well, that's cetainly more information. One hand shoving into his pocket, Mike strolls over to the Sids' table. "I think it's more he got hurt and he wasn't able to correct the press for jumping to the wrong conclusion," he offers up, giving a bit of a smile to the other man, although it's probably not a sincere one considering his next statement, "So, why did you try to shoot the kid?"

A few of the people in the diner appear to have worried looks on their faces, occasionally looking towards the man and whispering before looking away again, "He appeared out of the woods… I thought he was a normal person, but then he started to turn into some sort of green goo… I thought he was going to attack, how was I-?" he starts to look uneasy and unsure as he says, "Look, he shouldn't've been running around with my face… What about that?" Cytoplasm then looks at him and says, "I wasn't trying to…" before shifting into a form that appears to be a slightly younger blonde girl in an abnormally warm coat, bearing a certain resemblance to Susan Richards as well as Claire Boston, though not quite enough to be mistaken for either of them. "Is this better?" Cytoplasm asks.

The musician's brows raise. "Considering by not looking like someone he got shot, that's pretty good motivation to use you for a reference to avoid others shooting him." Mike glances over to Sid as he changes, "Good start, but considering your name, I'd try for something male."

"My name?.." Cytoplasm says, "I can't be called Sid when I look like this?" she says before standing up and taking a quick glance around the room and nodding saying, "Alright, I don't want to confuse anyone, let me try something…" as her appearance starts to shift and bubble once more, resulting in a more lightly though fairly casually dressed man of a slightly darker skintone, black hair and brown eyes apparently a bit shorter than the man whose appearance he had previously taken, "Is this better?" he asks. "I… fine." the man says before walking towards the diner door and saying, "You don't look like me and you aren't causing any more damage. Just don't do it again, alright?" Apparently still somewhat angry but worried about the other people in the diner as he walks out.

Mike looks to the new form before looking to departing Si- other guy. When the door closes he looks back to Sid. "That should work." He nods to the doorway, "So… death?"

"Oh… Right" Cytoplasm says, "I tried to keep this guy from attacking people… He was kind of short and had these weird looking square glasses, a green cloak and a staff too. There were lots of things burrowing out from underneath the ground into the city. It was a couple weeks ago, I think. I got hit by a beam from a staff and… I think I remember feeling a lot of different places at once. I couldn't see or move, but Reed Richards put me back together so I think it's alright now."

With the explanation, Mike gives a slow nod. "Uh…huh. So, you looked dead but weren't." He surmises, "Guessed right then." He pauses for a few moments, giving a bit of a slight frown, "Sorry. Things have been a bit busy, didn't really hear about this til now."

"Well, it doesn't matter." Cytoplasm says, "I'm alright now, and I can continue to do… Things. Though I'm not sure what I'm going to do, exactly. I haven't been doing much but talking to other people, or watching other people do things like walk around, or just live. It's interesting, but I think I should be doing more."

"Considering how old you seem to be, that's pretty much what you should be doing. Learning stuff." Mike offers up, "Most folks don't amount to shit until they become adults. And some don't even get that far."

"I guess… Though I do know how to do a few things. I'm not sure how I know them, and I just don't think many people like me doing them. Things like opening doors… Boxes… I know a little bit about finding out how people do those things, too. But that's about it, really." Cytoplasm says.

"Mmmhmm." Mike nods before giving a bit of a sigh, "I'd say go look into learning as much as you can. It might help you decide what it is you want to do other than just live."

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