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[deafleppard]

Who| Gwen & Robbie
What| Sillyness and Shenanigans
Where| New New York
When| Pre-Plots
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Gwen liked visiting New New York. It was sort of her "home Away from Home, away from home, away from home." She'd spent a lot of time there, just hanging and enjoying the sites. And she was even kind of famous here thanks to that crime wave she helped cleaned up a while back. Well, actually, Gwen was really famous right about now. So much that she wearing both a hooded jacket and sunglasses in an old-fashioned attempt to hide her face.

Instead of asking if The Legion had anything available that could just... make her look like someone else. That was a reasonable expectation to have out of the future, yeah? If only she had thought about it.

Fortunately, her 'disguise' was still holding up.

"Wanna grab something to eat? I know a couple of good places that absolutely greasy and terrible for you." As good food should be.

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[walkingballpit]

Robbie, too, considered New New York his home away from home away from home, and he always got a kick out of how it's impossible to take the New York out of New New York. He hasn't seen it happen here, but he's sure that somewhere, just around the corner, someone was slapping their hands down on a hovercar and shouting 'hey, I'm walking here!'

He made less effort as Gwen did to not be recognized, but he hasn't been approached in public yet. People have noted his hanging out in public with other Legionnaires, and so there's a light knit hat pulled low on his forehead that covers most of his hair. He's doing his best to dress like the average joe, which, in New New York, meant that his outfit consisted of red pants with bizarre geometric orange and white shirt. Both of which were synthetic and almost shiny. Even with his bad taste, Robbie suspected that no one could notice him for the clothes.

Besides, two people in hoodies and shades was exponentially more suspicious than one.

"Sure," he said easily. "Greasy and terrible like a Jersey diner."

Diners, with their utter sameness of greasy breakfasts, burgers, and chicken croquettes. The weirdest things could still make him verse-sick. "Man, I could go for disco fries and a real shake."

[deafleppard]

"Don't get me started on a real shake, because I could definitely go for a real burger and a real corndog right about now." Okay, first thing she would do when she got back to Legion World? Hit up America and have her put that meat vision to good use.

Good, life-saving use.

"By the way, you mind if we hit up another place after we clog our arteries? I wanna check if there's any new music worth picking up."

It needed to hit a specific set of a qualities.

Loud and fast.

[walkingballpit]

"Aren't they inventing meat printers back home?" Robbie made a valiant attempt to not think about bacon cheeseburgers. Raw meat was less appetizing and, therefore, wouldn't make his stomach rumble like a chainsaw. He's not sure it's less appetizing than corndogs though. "I shouldn't have to feel subversive for wanting a meatball sub."

Unfortunately, Robbie didn't have a similar source. "I don't mind. I can start an argument with the employees about how music was better with strings."

The grin that accompanied the plan added the again for him.

[deafleppard]

"Right? Can't really mess with our stuff like that." Though now that they were in the distant future, did their music become the 'classics'? Did anyone even remember it, still?

This was a very important thought for Gwen to keep on pondering as she and Robbie walked through the crowd. So much that she didn't notice a couple of people staring at her as she went through.

Hoodie and sunglasses just wasn't good "blending in" clothing.

[walkingballpit]

"Oh, they mess with it all the time. Think about it. Our musical street cred is the equivalent of Pompeii, before they dug it out. We're ancient history, and Metallica is a Gregorian chant."

Robbie faked a deep shudder at this rock blasphemy. "They can do whatever they want to the covers. Sing a Gregorian chant. You can't. I am the only person on this planet who knows all the words to 'Unforgiven,' and they don't appreciate a good four-on-the-floor beat anymore, either. We are in music hell."

[deafleppard]

"So long as Eminem doesn't make it anywhere, I'll survive. Can't really stand his music." It just... didn't mesh with her. She would've rather woken up early on a Saturday morning to do all kinds of lame adult chores than listen to the man's music.

"But hey, at least when everything does end, you and I will have the satisfaction of truly knowing how to rock."