Bill & Ted And the Mutant Menace

Summary:
July 15, 2014: Billy and Teddy wander into Mutant Town one evening…

Mutant Town — New York City

Mutant Town isn't so much a slum or ghetto as it an enclave. Sure, it started out as something else, but it's big enough now to have its own personality and, frankly, subcultures within the larger… uh… subculture.

Regardless, it's as eclectic and unpredictable as its inhabitants. Which means: Very.


Characters

NPCs

  • Various citizens of Mutant Town

Mood Music:
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While it's been summer, Billy's actually been studying. He hasn't been studying schoolwork, but rather whatever magic information…which isn't much. A lot of it has been trial and error and a bit of nervousness that Klarion might show up again and wreak some havoc. Luckily, that hasn't happened, but after attempting a particular spell he wanted to try, something made him call up Teddy for a distraction.

It was his suggestion that they go into the city and wander about…he bought some ice cream and a frozen coffee drink for the two of them, but pretty much remained fairly quiet and pensive, just seeming to need the company for now.

As they find themselves nearing Mutant Town, he finally looks over at the taller boy, his dark eyes full of concern, "Something weird is going on. Something that might be bad…but I don't know what it is."

~

Teddy's been keeping more in touch, and he's been kept somewhat busy with sports camps and training, but the weekend of the 4th, spent with his Mom, and then a little bit of low-level "hero training" have kept him from feeling the downtime of vacation. He's happy to join Billy as they wander, and something about Mutant Town seems particularly magnetic to him.

"That's very specific, Billy. Is there a flavor to this weird? Like, is it menacing, or just bad for someone, somewhere?"

~

Bobby is just… out. M-Town is rough but so long as you stay along the main drag, it's okay even at night. So he's not too bothered when night starts to fall, checking out some of the shops along the area, stopping for a bit of street food (soft pretzels! yum!) and generally just sort of being pleasantly unfocused in the way that ordinarily very task oriented people get when they relax. He does not, thankfully, have premonitions of doom.

And he really should know better by now.

~

"Go ahead, Mrs. Begbie, give it a try." Scott Summers leans back from the engine block as the older woman turns the key on the old Chevrolet station wagon. It has seen better days of course with rust from gut to gills it's a wonder that Summers is under the belief that he's actually going to get this thing started.

But as Mrs. Begbie, an old mutant with three large fingers and violet eyes, turns the key the damn thing starts up straight away.

"There we go," Scott says with a little bit of a satisfied smile. "You're good to go. If you have any more problems with it, call me. With the oil change today it should purr for a while on you."

As the man stands back from the car dirt smudges line his white t-shirt. It'll likely never be white again. He leans down, gathering his tools and placing them into the pocket of his backpack; the pocket above holds some sort of crimson that glints in the fading sunlight before he quickly closes it.

It's getting dark and Scott Summers should think about getting home.

~

"Magic. That's all I have. And badness. But it's not coming from me," Billy adds quickly. He's just sort of walking, not really paying attention to where he's going until they're on the 'main drag' in Mutant Town proper. He then pauses and looks around, as if seeing their surroundings for the first time.

"Oh. I didn't necessarily mean to come here…" he begins and then looks over at those still out and about on the street. He's not terribly worried, but being out in strange neighborhoods in New York is almost never a good idea.

~

For whatever reason, Teddy's just not as nervous about strange neighborhoods as he should be.

Frozen Coffee Drink requires a pretzel, and Teddy says, "We need one of these." He steps in behind a sandy-haired guy with a scruffy beard, accidentally jostling.

"Oh, sorry, man," he says. "Two pretzels, light salt, mustard," he orders, and looks to Billy. "You want one?"

~

The sandy haired guy with the ice powers bumps forward and looks behind him, giving an easy smile.

"Andrew here has the best in M-Town." He confides. "Can't go wrong." Is it their imagination or did the temperature drop when they got in line. And… was he a bit cool to the touch.

Maybe not.

~

Scott slings his bag over his shoulder and puts off getting back in his Mustang for a second to stroll this part of town. He loves it down here; this is where he'd choose to live if he wasn't so committed to the Mansion and Xavier. It has a feeling all its own; a culture all its own and it would have been such a heaven send from God when he was younger. How he longed to not feel so uniquely destructive and terrible. Some might fear for their car down here. Everyone knows Scott and if anyone messed with it, they'd likely have a messed up face. His stroll takes him close to the others.

~

Billy Kaplan finished his ice cream and looks at the frozen coffee drink that he's still working on, "Hmm. No thanks. I probably shouldn't…but I'll have a bite of one of your's." There's an actual grin then before he looks to the older man they just jostled, "Sorry about that. Teddy just doesn't know his own strength sometimes." He does look over as a grease-stained figure starts to approach them, his eyes a bit wary as a spell starts to form in his mind.

~

Teddy notices the chill; it's still hot out. Still, this is Mutant Town, so it's not a big deal.

"Yes, I am Captain Derp," he says, paying for the pretzels and offering one to Billy to nosh on. He looks up at the approaching man, and smiles, stepping back so he can reach the pretzel vendor if he wants.

~

Bobby also steps back with his warm bread-y prize and follows the eyes of Captain Derp.

"Captain D. Eh? Well we've got Captain A. Now we just need a B and C. Oh hey Scott!" He says with a wave. "What are you doin' down here so late?" He breaks off half the pretzel and offers it to the approaching, bespectacled man.

~

"Bobby!" Scott exclaims with a smile. "Good to see you, man. I just came down to fix a couple of cars for some folks down here. I try to do it when I can and get more done in the summer time. What about you?"

~

Billy Kaplan bites off the spell and kind of chokes, coughing some before deciding that he needs the last sips of his coffee…and eat some of that pretzel. Dark eyes glance to Teddy as the two strangers start having a conversation with them right there.

"Captain Derp…is that your new codename?" is managed after a moment.

~

Teddy looks mildly hurt, or perhaps that's embarrassment. Definitely embarrassment.

"Nah, I still think 'Hulkling' is the least stupid of the codenames I've come up with."

And he doesn't even whisper. The guy has no sense of don't-blurt, or maybe he thinks it's OK in Mutant Town. In any case, he takes a ferocious bite of his own pretzel, teeth going slightly fang-like as he does so, and chews almost comically.

"So good."

~

"You fix cars for people? That's a neat way to help out." Bobby takes a bite of pretzel and gives 'Hulkling' an odd look.

"Codename?" The eyes cut right back to Scott. "Is he with us or something?"

At least he didn't say 'on the team.' Or 'a student' or… well… he still probably could have been a lot more subtle.

~

Scott doesn't respond to the codename topic. That's of the utmost sort of secrecy so he, like always, sort of plays it cool. "Yeah, I figure you gotta help with what you're good at, right? Some of the folks really need the help." He nods over to the others, "Who are these two? I'm Scott."

~

Billy Kaplan didn't intend on hurting anyone… "You're not that little. I mean, maybe comparatively, but when I think a 'something-ling' I think like…leprechaun-sized."

But he also doesn't know why Teddy's choosing that particular name anyhow. The fangs get a pensive look before he offers, "You know, if you sparkled too, we'd be bombarded. Careful when you flash those things."

~

Noting that the sandy-haired guy commented on their codename conversation he quips, "Well, he's a Jock. You know, like 'The Rock'…" He's not sure how convincing that was though. Now they're introductions? Well, muggers don't usually give their names, so he'll offer a hand, "Billy. This is Teddy."

~

"Mfm," Teddy says, offering a hand for shaking as well, holding his drink in the other hand and the pretzel in his mouth, preventing him from speaking. Billy's explanation is at least as good as the one he was going to give, the totally convincing 'It's for a roleplay game' — because while it might fool some, it's never been effective for some reason when lying to a teacher, and if there were a teacher here, they'd have seen right through it.

~

Bobby looks the two over not really convinced but it's none of his business. He sticks out his hand.

"Bobby Drake and this is Scott… er… Scott I don't think I actually know your last name." Dang it. It's the second time that's happened. The first was with Amara. He's going to have to get a school directory or something like that.

~

"Summers," Scott says with a smile as he shakes the hands. "Don't worry about it Bobby," he mutters, letting Drake off the hook. At Billy's explanation Scott nods slowly, not apparently getting it. "Riiight. I gotchya." He doesn't.

~

Billy frowns suddenly before he hands his partially-eaten pretzel over to Teddy and reaches into a back pocket to retrieve his phone.

"Crap…it's my mom," he hisses to Teddy before he offers a polite, "Excuse me…" to Bobby and Scott.

Taking a couple of steps away from the group, he begins the conversation, glancing around furtively as he apparently tells his parents just where he is. They obviously don't seem to approve by the way he holds the phone from his ear. Once he hangs up, he moves back over and offers to the younger blonde, "So…uhm. I'm sort of in trouble for coming out here. I swear, next summer, I'm going to get an apartment or something…You going to be ok?" because he got the 'You follow our rules as long as you live in our house' ultimatum.

"It was nice meeting you two…" is offered to the older man and he reaches out to give Teddy's arm a squeeze of farewell.

~

Teddy, once his hand is no longer required, takes another bite of pretzel and removes the rest from his face with that hand. He looks distressed at the vanishing of the BIlly, "Oh, man. Sorry, I didn't know."

Fortunately, there ARE taxicabs here, even though the drivers may have different numbers of limbs or eyes.

"Yeah, I'm Ted Altman," he confirms to Mr. Summers. "We're on summer break from Metropolis U."

~

Bobby nods. "Neat. What'cha studying and what brings you along?" The tousled, cold guy seems to have a perpetual grin and an easy manner about him. Granted, it's easy to be easy when all you have to worry about is not getting mustard on your shirt. Which he's managing. Like a pro.

~

Scott winces as he finds that Billy's gotten in trouble, "Good luck, kid." He gives a wave before turning back to Teddy. "Metropolis U?" He whistles. "Pretty swanky place, I hear. How do you like it?"

~

"I'm kind of loving it, even though Metropolis is kind of … well, I grew up here in NYC. It's so clean there. Even the ratty neighborhoods have clean rats, if you know what I mean."

Teddy now has two pretzels, but that's not really a problem.

"I really like this part of town. I used to think I might be a mutant, but I guess maybe it could be something else," he says. "I assume you guys don't mind mutants, considering where we are."

~

Bobby laughs. "I live here, actually not real far from here, so no, I don't mind at all." And he kind of is a mutant but Bobby has learned his lesson about advertising that.

"What are you studying? I'm gonna guess sports is involved somehow, given what your friend said?"

Yeah, he's trolling for information a bit, but not because he really wants anything in particular. He's just curious. And friendly.

~

Scott is nothing if not bold. The part about being an X-man he keeps quiet, but as an old lady might say, he's Mutant and Proud. "I'm actually a mutant, so yeah I love it down here. I live up north, but I try and get down here as much as I can."

~

"Well," Teddy says, between bites of pretzel, "I'm actually on an academic scholarship. Studying history at the moment, but Mom wants me to look at business management. And I'm playing sports. Currently, wrestling and gymnastics. Wanted to do football but they wanted me doing other sports."

He tilts his head a bit, thinking how much to say.

"So, when did you know for sure you were a mutant? I mean, I've been… different, I guess, since I was little."

~

The question was addressed to Scott, Bobby's gonna guess. He turns, taking a half step back to even up the distances and get a better angle on Scott. He kind of wants to know this too… oh, and another pretzel. And one for Scott, actually. He turns to Andrew and signals for 2 more with mustard as he awaits the answer.

~

"That's awesome man. College experience is great, enjoy your time because it'll go so fast." Scott sighs, "Well, do you want the truth or a nice story?"

Scott tells things like they are, even when it's painful.

"I started having really bad headaches when I was a kid. Suddenly I just erupted and these beams of force shot out from my head. Before I could shut my eyes, I took out a parking garage, or the better part of one. I'm not sure how many people died, I never had the courage to look. So, I'm a poster boy for kids learning how to control their powers."

~

"Man, that sucks. I'm lucky, I guess. I just shapeshift. And, well, I'm kind of strong," Teddy says. "I have to be really careful when I compete to stay within the limits of what a human can do, so, I'm never going to make a profession out of it."

He finishes one pretzel, and sips down on the coffee, before he says, "This is funny, I had a kind of similar conversation in Central Park not that long ago."

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Bobby grins. "Too bad they don't have a, I dunno, meta league for folks who compete on another level. Can you imagine some folks like Superman playing football? You'd need one hell of a stadium though."

The ice man lets his attention wander at the thought and a bit of rime forms in his hair. The chill jerks him back though and he brings his ability quickly back under control. "Heh. Sorry."

~

Scott chuckles at Bobby, "That'd really be something, wouldn't it? On a long enough timeline, our sports leagues might be completely filled by mutants. Who knows?"

~

"I wouldn't mind competing with powers, but really, it's no fun if you can simply outclass the other guys, so, I can understand the need for limiting. Maybe a league would work, if everyone knew the powers that were being used, but it sounds like it could turn into quidditch really fast, trying to accommodate every powerset. Anyway, for actual sports, I just use my skills. Never used anything beyond human strength in a competition that counted," Teddy says.

"Although, to be honest, I did use my shapeshifting in the beginning. I was shorter and a lot scrawnier than Billy when I started high school, but I wanted to be a jock, so I was. Didn't take long to get the skills."

He finishes his pretzel and orders another, because, honestly, he's always hungry.

~

"So, if I can ask, what brings ya all the way out to New York? M-Town is a fair piece away from Metropolis. Do you need any suggestions about where to hang out? I do live here, after all," Bobby asks. And he likes to eat, so he really does know some fairly good places if you don't mind exotic looking waiters and waitresses. Which he doesn't. Some of them cater to the tourist set, which means the food may be a bit more expensive but… still pretty darn good.

~

"I haven't honestly given it a lot of thought—what a league would be like I mean," Scott says as he begins to consider such a world. Quidditch is probably a great example of what things would end up like. He then listens to the young man's response of Bobby's question.

~

"Me? I go to school there, I grew up here. Well, high school," Teddy says. "I'm staying in my Mom's rent-controlled apartment, this summer. She's got a gig in Metropolis, so I'm semi-batching it."

He puts mustard on the next pretzel while saying, "Anyway, the reason I asked about the whole being a mutant thing is that this guy I met in Central Park seemed to be telling me I'm not a mutant. Man, that was a weird picnic. They were pretty nice, shared sandwiches and gave me a Moxie. Girl was from Nova Roma, if you can believe it, I never thought I'd meet one of those guys."

~

That cannot be a coincidence. "Girl from Nova Roma?" At least he's smart enough not to blurt out Amara's name right away. He's fairly sure she's not hiding from anything but, she is fairly unusual, it must be said.

"Couldn't be, could it?" Bobby's eyes cut over to Scott. Not a coincidence, right?

~

Scott gives the pursed lip frown-shrug as if to say, he's not sure to Bobby. "Well, there's one way to be positive, Teddy. You can go in and get a blood test. I could even set one up for you if you wanted. Doesn't take longer than a day to get the results back." And knowing Jean, it could be quicker. And if Xavier wanted in, he could just use Cerebro, but explaining that …well, good luck.

~

Teddy looks at Scott… "Wait, really? Blood test? That's what that Calvin guy said. He gave me a phone number, but I lost that phone and had to send the wipe code to it."

Now there's a strange coincidence. Could these guys maybe be connected with the aliens from the picnic?

~

Bobby has, sadly, no idea about strange aliens from a picnic, but he does know about the blood tests.

"I'm sure someone can get you a number. The Avenue C clinic here in M-Town will do it for you. They do low cost medicine for Mutants. I mean, if you're that worried about putting a name on it. Or have a special reason to want to. At a certain level, though, what does it matter? If you're different, or special or whatever you want to call it, then… well, there you are. What you make of it doesn't usually have a whole lot to do with why."

~

There's just a bit of a break in Scott's demeanor as Teddy mentions Calvin. Any thought of a coincidence has been eradicated. The Xers have met this young man before, clearly.

"You know Calvin? He's a friend of mine, like I said I know a lot of folks down here. You need his number again?"

~

"That depends. Does he look like this?"

Teddy shifts slightly, growing a bit taller, a bit older looking, growing a bit of facial hair, and changing his features slightly to be an exact image of Cal Rankin.

"This," he says in Cal's voice, "is the guy I met. There were two girls, closer to my age, and a youngish guy, as well."

Well, what the heck, Teddy already said he was a mutant. So now they know what kind, right?

~

Bobby blinks. That's… a bit freaky. Not the shapeshifting thing but just seeing Cal in front of him and knowing he's not really here.

"That's Cal," he says to Scott. Thank you Captain Obvious.

"How can he tell? Is that just a thing he does?"

Curiously, and with a glance up to make sure it's okay, Bobby reaches out to poke Teddy's arm.

~

"That's him," Scott concurs. His head tilts at Bobby and he shrugs his shoulders again, "It's a long story. I'll tell you when we have time."

~

Teddy's arm is not made of metal or anything. Flesh and blood, fairly solid. Probably no different than poking the real Cal would feel, if it was allowed.

"So, if Cal says I'm not a mutant, I should trust him?" Teddy asks, still using the man's voice. He sighs, and reverts to his original jock-in-the-street form. Younger, less mature, no clever chin hair.

~

Bobby is not, for fairly obvious reasons, eager to conduct a comparison test. Still, it's really fairly interesting and gets the science nerd in him going. How much energy does that transforamtion consume. Does it follow the laws of conservation of mass, and so on. That the wheels in his head are turning is obvious but he's not nearly as bad as Hank about it. Instead he just takes a bite and opines. "Pretty neat there, Teddy."

~

"Well, if it were me I'd want to know for sure. I trust him, sure. But I wouldn't if I didn't know him well." Scott shrugs his shoulders, "It's really up to you, man."

~

There goes the 'guys were aliens' theory, down in flames. Teddy bites on his pretzel, and thinks about it.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter so much why I have the extras, as how I use 'em, right? I was all about the solidarity, though. I hope you guys don't mind if I stick with that, even if I don't have the gene?"

~

Now the sandy haired cold guy smiles brightly. "Nah. Like I said, names at a certain point are just names. You wanna stand with the rest of us who are different that's just fine by me."

~

"Same here," Scott says with a nod. "Hey guys, I should head back. I got a long drive ahead of me to get back home. Teddy, it was nice meeting you man. Bobby? I'm sure I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, I should get home, I was mostly here because I could hang with Billy," Ted says. "That and the pretzels. Good meeting you guys. Drive safe."

~

Bobby watches Scott head out and then turns back to Ted.

"C'mon. You're here to visit M-Town and you need a proper meal. Been to X-Factor yet? They've got some pretty excellent Armenian food. And falafel. And schwarma. It's mixed bag, but all good. And the ambiance is right. Not far from here. What'dya say?"

~

"Hm. Food? Sure. I could eat," Teddy says, even though that's pretty much what he HAS been doing. He lets the guy with the occasional ice dandruff lead him down the street to the restaurant.

"So, the place I usually go to here is the comics and toy store on D. I know, a jock who reads comics, unnatural, right?"

~

That gets a laugh from the cold guy. "Well, maybe unnatural for you to admit to it, but hey, this is M-Town." He turns, walking backward for a moment as he spreads his arms wide to indicate the entire place. "We specialize in the unnatural."

Just a couple of blocks around the corner is X-Factor, as the bright neon sign proudly proclaims it. The place is busy, but not so crowded the two can't find a couple of seats at the Bar area where, yes, regular food is also served. There's a couple of TV's showing one of the FIFA games and music not loud enough to block conversation but loud enough to prevent it from drifting playing.

~

A Bar. Teddy's just 18, but as they cross the threshold, he looks a few years older than that. Useful? Wait until you see his Tony Stark if you want to get into a restaurant in Manhattan. He does get slightly distracted by the game, but not enough to be rude, and he doesn't order alcohol.

"Schwarma, with the garlic tzatziki sauce, yeah, the good stuff," Teddy says, when they take his order. "And two baklava. I'll have a Moxie cola if you have it, otherwise, any other kind."

~

Teddy can see once inside that it's more a restaurant that has a bar than an actual bar. Oh, and a dance floor.

"Sure. Comin' up." A peppy teal skinned waitress with a third eye and an otherwise completely normal look to her says. "And for you?"

"Oh I'll have the falafel with a Moxie. Thanks!" The waitress bounces off with the energy of the young and employed. Bobby just laughs.

"I like the places' ambiance, as I mentioned. Food's good too. So were you staying in town or just out for a day trip?"

~

"Well, like I said, I'm using my Mom's place while she's back in Metropolis. Rent's good, but it's subject to Mom rules, so there's a tradeoff. I'm in town until the next training camps, but those don't start until next month," Teddy says, looking out at the dancers before being distracted again by the FIFA game. He grins, and sticks his finger in his glass of ice water, and the water level lowers.

~

That makes Bobby's brows raise. "That's interesting. If you don't mind my asking…"

There's some unspoken mutant etiquette that you don't just ask "Hey, what's your power?" to people that you don't know very well. Still, there are ways to invite people to explain. That's one of them.

~

"Still just shapeshifting," Teddy grins. "Nobody ever gets the joke. I used to watch Mork and Mindy reruns while Mom thought I was doing homework, because I always did my homework in class."

No, it's not at all ironic that Teddy was imitating an alien from television. Just that he watched eighties reruns.

~

"Mork and Mindy?" Bobby lets his drink chill a bit in his hand which, yes, is kind of a handy trick on hot nights like this one.

"Isn't that a bit before your time? Heck, it's a bit before my time." He's not that much older, just about four years. That show's pretty well ancient as far as he's concerned.

"Well it's pretty impressive. Must make you popular at parties eh? Are folks pretty accepting of metas up where you are?"

~

"You'd be surprised how few opportunities I've had to use this party trick," Teddy says. "And yes, it was a bit before my time, that's the point of reruns. It's like Jack Benny or I Married Joan, the old stuff that created all the stuff they just recycle now."

He looks up as drinks are brought, and smiles at the cute girl.

"I've never told my Mom. I think she knows, but she's never said anything, but Moms know everything. I don't tell most people. I like competing, and I wouldn't be allowed if they knew."

~

Bobby ah's. That makes sense of course. "Yeah, I can see that. Folks don't like to know they've won against someone who was holding back, that's for sure. I was lucky. Did track and field and hocky but my abilities don't help with that. So even if I had, hypothetically, lost control, it wouldn't have changed a game. Well, unless I froze a puck and shot it really hard at someone, I guess. But I never did." He winks. "Probably." Some naan bread arrives, complimentary and fresh out of the oven.

~

"See, it's not exactly holding back. I just take a shape that doesn't have super-strength. I've even been training to improve it," Teddy says, taking a bite of the bread, swallow, "But how do you prove that if someone knows what you can do if you want to?"

How indeed? Teddy pauses, and pays attention to the food, clearly savoring it.

"This is really good."

~

"Oh it is. Why do you think I come here?" The teal waitress bounces back with their food, winks her third eye at Teddy and bounces away to take another order.

"Heh. Genevieve's pretty energetic. Anyway. Yeah I hear ya. It's hard and folks… well they get concerned, or worried or…well, you know, I'm sure. They react badly. A lot.

"Ooooh. Food's here."

~

"Yeah," Teddy says, a bit sadly. "I dunno what's worse, when they hate you, or when they love… what you can do for them."

He shakes his head, inhales, exhales. That's over and done, now. There is delicious roto-cooked lamb here, and he begins eating, but this time, not engulfing it like a ravening horde, but taking time to taste it.

~

The food that has arrived for Bobby likewise fills his mouth and prevents the talkative ice nerd from talking. Well for a while. He's also a hungry ice nerd and the food is disappearing at what might be a frankly pretty alarming rate. "Mmmmm. I love the stuff they make here. Spiced just right. How's yours? I've never had that one before. Always smelled delicious though."

~

"I like it better than the other ways lamb gets prepared," Teddy says. "Well. Most other ways. The garlic tzatziki and the feta rounds it out, and the tomato makes it sing. You know a Hero Sandwich is just a pale Italian imitation of schwarma in a flatbread, right?"

It seems that living next door to Mr. and Mrs. Gadjoyan was educational. Who knew that a ten year old would remember everything they ever said about food.

~

Bobby's eyebrows creep up and he looks, and sounds, farily impressed. "You sound like you know your schwarma. Well, hey, maybe I'll see you round about here again if you ever come down for a day trip. I'm here a couple nights a week, usually just picking something up when I'm too tired to cook. Not that I need much of an excuse to come here."

~

"Armenian neighbors will do that to ya," Teddy says. "They thought it was tragic how Mom always cooked pre-fab stuff, TV dinners and so on."

He thinks about it, and nods. "I may come here to stock up. Might bring Mom next time she comes into town."

~

"Sure. M-Town in general is great during the day… and safe enough during the night if you stick to the main areas. I wouldn't recommend going on a foot tour after dark though. There's a reason M-Town has a rough reputation," Bobby cautions.

~

"I'm sure of that. But I'm pretty hard to hurt," Teddy says. "When I'm not being, y'know, just another human."

He stops, halfway finished, and waves to Genevieve. "Could I get a box for the rest, and the Baklava? I just realized, I'm gonna miss my train if I don't head out."

Trains, busses, taxis. Dragon wings would be so much easier, but, he'd never hear the end of it if he flew into his Mom's Manhattan apartment with dragon wings.

~

Bobby chuckles. Ah public transport. "You gonna make it okay to the station?" It's a polite way of asking someone new to town if they feel comfortable with the walk. The guy's pretty strong but he did just get finished explaining that M-Town could be rough.

~

"Yeah, I've been here before, and it's not that far from here to the station," Teddy says. Truthfully, he's deflected more predatory and vicious treatment by being even more disgusting and horrid than the people attacking him, on the few times he's been noticed. Nobody wants to attack someone who vomits corrosive stuff that smells like skunks mating with garbage scows.

He takes the box, and a couple bills to pay for his dinner, leaving a good tip. If Bobby wanted to pay, well, he'll need to be faster.

As Teddy leaves, he's suddenly much larger, covered in scales and spines, and has snakes for hair. That should be enough to get to the transit station without drawing parasites.


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