Russell's Tea Pot

(RP with your superheroes and villains. Meet new people in this OOC, but no fighting)

Tucked away in a small borough of Toronto Canada, two girls decided to give up the superhero business and focus on their true love. No not each other; this is not that kind of story,and to the best of my knowledge they are not gay. They opened a coffee and tea house that specifies to the superhero community.

Outside of the coffee house sits a large sign that read Russel's Tea Pot with writing below it reading out Just because you can't prove it isn't here doesn't mean it is.

Tables line the shop forming the center of the shop, while booths provide satellite seating. Behind the counter, a splendid assortment of pressurized coffee makers steam away and exert the strong aroma of the finest coffee beans. Staying true to the name an assortment of every tea lay ready to be made for any occasion. Since they struck it rich with a number of endeavors, a stairwell lead to the roof of the house where a tea garden blossomed in the Spring sun.

Now Bliss and Ashley stood behind the counter awaiting the influx of caped, masked, and probably deranged superheroes and villains that they hoped to call customers.

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The tall orange and black figure that was Incignus stood outside the coffee shop, just near the sign, debating if he should go in. First, it was a place meant to please and caffeinate both heroes and villains alike. That was just begging for broken tables and kicked in roof tiles, among other disastrous consequences. And secondly, he was having trouble making sense of the words under the sign. Normally, he understood the things he read like any college graduate should, despite his very recent entry into the atmosphere and crash course dowsing into Western human culture.

"Just because you can't prove it isn't here, doesn't mean it is," he read aloud in his deep, rocky voice. Nope, didn't make sense out loud either. It was all the negatives, he knew it. Anything more than a 'double' negative always got him, and this thing had three.

Deciding to drop the matter, he made his way into the shop and had a look around with his mysteriously constructed molten eyes. He seemed to be the first customer and there were two females behind the counter waiting for him. It reminded a little bit of The Shining, the twins. Kinda creepy.

Clearing his 'throat' quietly, he walked forward, his heavy footfalls making him feel awkward. Hopefully, they didn't pick up on that, though, as his stride was fairly self assured even though his back was stiff.

"....Hi," he said in greeting, simply staring at the two awkwardly for a moment. "Um...Do you have anything hot? ...I mean, like scalding?" he quickly added, hoping that didn't sound weird. "Like it would probably burn through a man's tongue and even potentially his jaw."

Technically, he didn't need to eat anything. But he liked the flavor of a good coffee and the atmosphere most shops had inside. Bookstores, too. But neither were places he was very welcome, he'd learned, and given the opportunity to sit in a place like this and ponder over his strategy appealed to him. And who knew what he might over hear in a hub like this?

Chris skated up to the coffee shop, feeling the cold canadian wind rip through him as he rolled at great speeds, jumping off his board he stared at the coffee shop that seemed almost to call to him. Peeking through the large front window he noticed the inside looked pretty, normal and quaint except for the large man in orange but who knows that might be everyday attire to these canadians. Something felt odd about this shop but he couldn't place his finger on it.

After hiding his skateboard behind a nearby shrub, Chris zipped up his gray jacket and pulled it close to him hating the cold. Not knowing what else there was to do to waste time he decided to take a stop into the store where two cute girls who didn't appear to be much older than him sat behind the counter and the odd man was busying order.

It was much warmer in here than the outside which was a big relief to Chris he was still used to the warm Louisiana weather. Standing in the line he looked at the menu like it was in a foreign language "What the hell is a frappuchino?" He thought to himself as he shifted from leg to leg while waiting in line. The odd list of drinks went on for what seemed to be days. "What just happened to plain black coffee?"

While the man in oragne talked to one of the girls Chris walked up too the other and stuttered "What would you recommend?" He wasn't sure why he stuttered but it bothered him probably more than it should of but something about the guy next to him made the hairs on the back of Chris's neck stand up.

"Scalding hot coffee!" Ashley yelled towards the coffee machines. Bliss stepped into a high radiation suit, and walked into a chamber that caused a radiation alarm to go off. Ashley held up a finger to let Incignus know that his drink would be coming. "That's a nice outfit. Are you in the super person business?" A few moments later the lead clad girl reemerged from the radiated basement. Bliss poured the contents into a lead glass and brought it over to her with prongs. Steam arose from the cup that melted a display sign turning it into a melted line of plastic. "Bliss, be careful."

"Sorry. This isn't very nimble."

"There you go, and tell your friends, and make sure your friends aren't deadly people with angry pasts."

The next man walked up and asked what they would offer. "We have radioactive coffee."

"I think I'd recommend an icy green tea frappuccino."

"Make it latte?"

"Do we do it any other way?"

"Adding latte."

The melted plastic began to eat through the counter. Within a few seconds the plastic dropped through the counter and to the floor. Steam rose up from the hole, causing Ashley to put a napkin dispenser over it while maintaining a smile.

Incignus quickly paid for his cup of radioactive coffee before taking it in his gloved hand and throwing change into the tip cup next to the register.

He made his way to a booth to the right of the entrance, in the corner, and slid into the middle of the long seat. He set the lead cup on the table over a conveniently placed lead coaster and settled in. First, he pulled off his black backpack, which he refused to feel ashamed about having to carry around like some 20 year old college child, and took out his supplies. Notebook, pens, pencil, two books, and a map of the world were taken out and spread over the table haphazardly. Next, he placed his bag next to him and pulled forward one of the books - a nonfiction book called "Raising a Volcano: Where the Hot Spots Are and How They're Formed." Opening this, he got his notebook ready and started to read.

It took about fifteen minutes to get through the introduction and after having gone that long without interruption or new visitors, he reached both hands up to his head where he placed them where his ears might be. A hiss and a click sounded and then he pulled his mask off, revealing a very brightly glowing, almost featureless head. Free to finally take a drink, he swigged a good 'mouthful' of the superhot coffee and grumbled his appreciation before placing his helmet back over his head.

It was a cold Canadian day. Just like he liked it. Just add some rain and it would be perfect. Well and subtract the massive headache. That caused his head to throb like crazy. So he was out to look for the one remedy to his headache. A nice hot cup of coffee. Thats what he enjoyed so, thats what he looked for. Havung a feeling this would be a nice peaceful day. Then he noticed a nice little coffee shop. Smiling he walked through not even giving a second thought at looking at the sign.
Sean swept his black bangs to the side. Greyish eyes,beaming and alert looking around. Smell of coffee wafting into his nostrils. Fingers in comfy fingerless gloves, fiddling with the rips in his black tight jeans.His torn up black jacket slung over his left shoulder.
Without a second of waste. He walked up to the counter. Quickly and a bit stummbly. Placing his elbows onto the counter. "Ummm. I would like a mocha frappuchino,and yes i want whipped cream." Somewhat of an accent slipping into it. A mixture of southern and a gayish accent thingy. Head resting in the palms of his hands. Waiting to have his order done. Plopping down in a half-way comfy chair.

"I love your jeans; they look fantastic." The lighting behind Sean caught his jeans and framed them in a silhouette of amazing awe that brought tears of joy to all who gazed upon them. And of course happened to be Bliss. "You could totally have me right here."

"Wrong tree, sweety." Ashley finished off the frappuccino with whipped cream and slid it across the counter. "Will you be paing cash, debit, or are we righting up a tab for your superhero group.?" As the cup reached the edge of the counter it levitated across the room and hovered over Sean.

The counter refused comfort to Bliss as her head laid along the wood.

"You should take a cold shower and make more friends."

"Thanks" Sean replied to the flirty girl. Flashing a smile. Tapping his fingers against the counter. Raising an eyebrow slightly. Giggling a little. Was she seriously hitting on him? Poor misguided girl. Greyish eyes looking over the two. "Yeah put it on the Tough guys tab. I'm sure Pain won't mind" he snikered. Heels tapping against each other. Saitisfied he grabbed the frappuchino. Sticking a straw into it and slurping on it satisfied. Closing his eyes as he savored the flavor. He could feel the massive headache he had slowly ebbing. Finally. It was starting to annoy him.

With legs crossed he sat at the counter and drank. Not in any real rush to go anywhere. After all its not as if he was needed for anything. So he pulled a thick paper bound novel. Pulling a bookmark out. Resuming where he was. Occasionally taking sips of his coffee.

A teen stared up at the sign that hung above the small shop, "Russell's Tea Pot?" she muttered, peering inside. Looked like a coffee shop, a mostly empty coffee shop. She sighed, running a hand through her black hair absentmindedly before walking inside. Maybe she could figure out where she was and somehow make her way back home...

Alice walked up to the counter, noting the other folks in here. Two guys were reading stuff, one looked really, really weird in an orange suit. The other seemed familiar somehow... but she couldn't see his face. With a sigh, she walked up to the counter, "Um... do you have caramel frappuccino with tons of extra caramel?" She finished, fidgeting slightly, "And also... where am I?"

Bliss awoke from the heart break of loving a gay guy. It reminded her of that Kevin Smith movie; you know, the one that did not entirely suck, with the gay girl and Jason Lee. Why is Jason Lee in so many Kevin Smith movies? Only two or three of them were good. Let's see there's Clerks, and...

"Bliss!" A shrill sound shot over. "Caramel frapaccino with extra caramel."

"Why does everyone want a frap?" Bliss muttered to herself.

"You're at Russell's Tea Pot." Ashley's arms abducted from her sides to make themselves parallel with the floor. A broad smile flashed and quickly faded. "I wanted something more catchy, but Bliss 'found' the money to start it and let me do everything else." Bliss gave a closed mouth smile as she placed the lid over the cup. As the cup levitated through the air, Ashley asked for payment. "We take cash, dark matter, alien energy crystals, and super organization tabs."

Sean was into the book. Why wouldn't he be. It was Anne Rice afterall. He always loved a good supernatural book. Especially a good vampire one. Immortality always intrigued him. Never aging was a good prospect. Then he heard a familar voice.

Sean looked over to see a familiar face."Omg Alice is that really you?!? Never thought i would meet you up here. In Canada of all places." he was suprised. Babbbling in his almost incoherent gay babble. Still he spoke in a way she could understand. A smile wide across his face. Then he turned his face torwards the two girls at the counter.
Flashing his pearly white teeth.In a dazling smiles. Greysh eyes gleaming like to polished gems in his skull.
"Put her on the Tough Guys tab to. Shes a friend of mine"

Alice stared at the two girls, wondering what was up with them when suddenly, a very familiar voice reached her ears. She turned around to see Sean, "YOU!?" she exclaimed, pointing at him. He continued to babble in an almost... feminine way. Her first thought was, "Gay." but of course she didn't say it out loud. She only smiled awkwardly, remembering how they met. "Wait... we're in Canada!?" she exclaimed, staring. Not even noticing that he was paying for her drink. "How did I get to Canada!?"

Ryan was in desperate need of a break. His stressful lifestyle was beginning to take a toll on him. Leaving his costume behind for the day, Ryan took to the streets of Toronto looking for a way to relax. "First things first" he said taking in the landscape around him "Coffee". Brushing his long dark brown hair from his face Ryan continued happily along the sidewalk. He wore a black form fitting leather jacket a white v-neck tee shirt that revealed the top part of the Celtic cross tattoo on the right side of chest. He had a a pair of slim jeans and a pair of purple and powder blue sneakers. Glancing across the street he spotted a small coffee shop. Excellent he said walking quickly across the street in between spurts of traffic. Smiling he pushed open the door and instantly was hypnotized the amazing fragrance washed over him. The shop was not crowded in the least which for a someone who has spent the past few years in New York was odd.

Stepping forward to the counter he immediately recognized one of the women at the counter he had met her during a embarrassing incident that he would prefer not to think about. I was the first time a villain had got the best of him in a while, and he was working his hardest not to let it get to him. He wasn't sure if she would recognize him they had only met face to face for a few seconds. "Afternoon ladies" he said charmingly. "Can I have a soy white mocha cappuccino no whip cream please." he smiled turning his eyebrows jumping surprised. Another face he recognized, from the same night even. Sean.. something he couldn't remember his last name. He was sure that Sean would not recognize him he had only seen him with his mask on so he assumed his identity would be safe.

"You look familiar?" Ashley thought back to her past events. "Have we ever dated? Or did you ever want to date me, and I couldn't schedule you in?"

"Schedule him in?"

"Oh, who cares. Anyways get him a silver 4."

Bliss looked over to the color coordinated super list of ever drink imaginable. The list gained its power through quantum entanglement. No big deal. "Silver 4 coming up." She whipped the cream and prepared to apply it when Ashley caught the blunder.

"No cream." Ashley looked down upon Bliss.

"God, it was a joke. I was kidding." Bliss pushed the cream back into the container under the stern watch of Ashley. The steaming hot cup floated its way over to Blackout. "Have a good one."