2007-02-21: Birds Without Bees

Starring:

Jane_icon.gif Daphne_icon.gif

Summary: The pigeons talk. They tell Daphne things. Things like the fact that there's something weird up with Jane.

Date It Happened: February 21st, 2007

Birds Without Bees


Kirby Plaza

In the mid-morning, a brunette of approximately twenty-four years walks slowly across Kirby Plaza, a thoughtful expression upon her face. Jane's clad in a charcoal grey woman's business suit and skirt, her blouse is white and the shoes are two inch heeled pumps of a complimentary color. A designer bag is held with strap over her left shoulder, the right hand resting on it across her body. Her eyes wander across the building's exterior, and after a few moments she pulls out a phone and holds it to her ear as if listening to someone on the other end.

—-

It's Daphne's day off. As such, she has some things that need to be done… With really only a couple days a week to get out in the morning, she needs to shove as much as possible into those two days. Today, it's just a loan inquiry, since she's going to be in school for a long time, then /hopefully/ a trip to the Starbucks and a stop in the bookstore before going home. If she's lucky, she'll get that all done before five o'clock, when traffic really starts getting bad. Anyway, she did find a place to park, however, it was quite far from where she's going - nature of the city, really - so she's walking the distance. Kind of weird, knowing there could be other people out here with special abilities, but life goes on. Idly, she stops nearby the woman with the phone - though not /too/ close - looking up at the building to try to figure out what's worth looking at. The behavior isn't all that odd, but Daphne could use a break from walking, even if it's just to stare up at the architecture.

—-

Her eyes settle onto the woman standing next to her, Jane takes a moment to study Daphne in silence before breaking it to ask "Do you work there?" It seems a reasonable thought, that someone attached to them might be sent to speak clandestinely with someone checking the place out given what she knows of recent events there, and it makes her a bit nervous. She tries to cover, to not let it show, hoping she hasn't gotten herself into a deeper pile of crap by being here, but she just had to see this place and have some idea what it looks like.

—-

Unfortunately, Daphne neither works here, nor does she have any idea what happened here. Of course, there are perhaps thousands of people with strange abilities that have no idea what happened here, so Daphne's being in the dark about it all is the norm, not the exception. Eventually, she shakes her head. "No, was just passing through… wondered what you saw that was so interesting." Honest, at least. Smiling, she looks up at the building again, but really only sees exactly that - a building. She doesn't ask the obvious question as to whether or not her current companion works inside… If she did, she probably wouldn't ask about whether or not Daphne worked there. Most employees at least know each other by sight, right? Then again, it /is/ a large building. She doesn't sense the nervousness, and is, instead, slightly distracted when a couple pigeons land in the immediate area, turning from Jane for a moment to take a look.

—-

"Oh," she replies, quietly, "I was just wondering what sort of businesses are inside that place." Jane's attention shifts from the woman to the pigeons as she looks in that direction, then back again, and further on to regarding the building once more. Under her breath she murmurs "Life gets confusing sometimes, then people go and stir the waters more. Caring hurts sometimes. More than he knows." Unknown to her, the pigeons might well be conversing with Daphne, relating something about her, loud singing, and a shattering street lamp in Times Square as well as pigeons might be able to share such a tale.

—-

Daphne gives the woman an odd look. Passing strangers on a street usually don't go into how caring hurts, and while she didn't quite catch all that, she still heard at /least/ that much. Okay, so this is New York… people talking to themselves isn't that odd. It's just that this woman's looking upward at a building, and Daphne can't help but wonder if she's gauging the distance between the roof and the ground… Intervention? "Uh, well… Yeah, I guess it does." Awkward! The pigeons take interest, meandering closer, though while this might be odd in other places, these birds are used to handouts, and they like people. As such, they've been about everywhere, and seem to think they're 'old friends' of Daphne's. They at least relate that they've seen this woman before. "I don't know what's in there, really, but I'm sure it's absolutely fascinating to the people who work in there." Another smile. "I mean, copiers, paperwork, coffeepots for overworked and tired people, maybe a couple spiders and roaches in the walls. I doubt it's really worth your time." She pauses, starts to turn away, but… If she hears about something bad happening in Kirby Plaza later on the news, she's going to be very upset with herself. "Look, are you okay?"

—-

"Oh, I am," she answers with a chuckle, drawn back to the present by the voice. "There've been good days and bad days, I rate this one about medium." Jane's attention abandons the building, focused on the speaking woman. "Copiers, coffee, spiders and the overworked. Probably so." Her temptation is to make a comment about other things in there she's heard about, but it's successfully resisted. The pigeons, meanwhile, remark further about how it can hurt their ears when the woman sings as best they're capable of.

—-

Funny thing about animals is they don't lie. Most of them, anyway, since they have a very bare sense of self-awareness or what it means to defend other animals - or people - from shame, fear, discovery, or, as the case may be, someone who sings very loudly. Their way of putting it involves the fact that they 'took to air when she roared,' but Daphne can puzzle that out. At least it seems like there's no hard feelings between the pigeons and the roaring woman, since they're close enough to snap up some crumbs if they're dropped by chance. Their words have piqued Daphne's curiosity, though, so the desire to get on with her day has been somewhat muted by this mystery. Well-dressed women don't usually yell at pigeons. "Have I… Seen you before?" she asks. A simple question. "You kind of look familiar."

—-

This causes an eyebrow to raise, as Jane wonders within her mind if this is when an employee of Primatech makes her move, starting with that question. She doesn't let on any idea this might be the case, responding with "I don't think so. Unless you're maybe from Hartford, New Haven, or went to Yale…? But then again, New York's a large place, lots of people, so we might've crossed paths once before and not known it." Against the possibility Daphne might indeed be someone from home or the University, she runs through numerous faces she can partly recall from the last several years. Or, it occurs to Jane as an afterthought, this one might even be someone who passed by and threw coins in her guitar case at the various spots she's played guitar and sung in public since coming to the city.

—-

This causes an eyebrow to raise, as Jane wonders within her mind if this is when an employee of Primatech makes her move, starting with that question. She doesn't let on any idea this might be the case, responding with "I don't think so. Unless you're maybe from Hartford, New Haven, or went to Yale…? But then again, New York's a large place, lots of people, so we might've crossed paths once before and not known it." Against the possibility Daphne might indeed be someone from home or the University, she runs through numerous faces she can partly recall from the last several years. Or, it occurs to Jane as an afterthought, this one might even be someone who passed by and threw coins in her guitar case at the various spots she's played guitar and sung in public since coming to the city.

—-

There's no real underlying motive except for the fact that the animals are talking to her, and it's kind of freaking her out, so… Problem is, how much can she say before things start getting weird? Okay, no one in the world is going to suspect that the pigeons are talking to her, because that's just /crazy./ Really— for the past couple years, it's been a constant battle with her own mind just to determine whether or not she's sane, and it took her best friend putting up invisible walls to really tip her in the direction of 'not crazy.' Roaring. What can roaring be? Shouting— But you can't ask someone if you've perhaps seen them standing around shouting their fool head off. Not only is that rude, but just plain weird. Talking— everyone talks. Public speaking is too generic— Singing! That might almost be a complient. "Yeah, I think I've seen you singing before." The pigeons say nothing about a guitar. "Or… you know, /not,/ but it's the only thing I can think of. Didn't go to Yale, and I've lived here most of my life." She shrugs.

—-

"You might have," Jane confirms. "Midtown west, Times Square, Central Park, among other places. Something I like to do, just sit out with my guitar and play, to see what reaction I get. It's been mostly positive." Unless, of course, someone also chooses to take a hostage and throw fire around, leading to other events which caused her in turn to speculate about that building. "I think it's the purest form of being a professional musician, playing directly to the audience, they either like it enough to pay or they don't."

—-

Oh, hey, good call, Daphne. Even though she's never seen this woman in her life, it seems talking to animals does have its uses here and there, even if it /is/ creepy when she gets into a conversations with pigeons. "You ever play at the Bronx Zoo?" Because that'd make the story even more convincing. And, hey, maybe Daphne /has/ seen her before if she plays in public… It's entirely possible that they have crossed paths, it's just…

She's almost starting to convince herself that she knows this woman, even if she doesn't. "I cant really sing," she says. "Maybe a little, I mean, I was in choir in school, but I'm not really that artistic." One of the pigeons gets too close. Daphne nudges it with her foot, which would usually send an bird flying, but this one just kind of scoots out of the way and continues looking for crumbs on the ground. A couple more land nearby, probably just because there's already a couple down here. It's kind of making Daphne nervous, though… It's like a scene from /The Birds./ "So… you like singing?" She should just excuse herself and go.

—-

"I do," she answers, a slight smile settling in. "But playing guitar is even better. My influences are, well, mostly the greats. Clapton, Page, Wilson…" Jane glances briefly at the newly arrived birds, one of whom seems to be wary of her. It pauses at the sight of her, and quickly moves to the other side of Daphne, putting her between them. There's a comment, something about roaring, and being injured, glass? broke as he was pecking for food under one of the lights and hit him just after she roared. "Odd," the woman remarks, "that bird looked at me, and started to chirp excitedly as it moved away. They all seem to like you, though."

—-

"I'm not really— " Daphne starts, pausing as she frowns at the pigeon. They aren't /stupid/ animals, in that they do recognise good from bad. If you hit a pigeon, chances are, it's not going to like you very much, and /none/ of these really seem to be fond of this woman. "Yeah, I feed them," she says. It's a lie, but it would account for the fact that they're kind of mobbing around her now. Nevermind that it's kind of because they feel safe with someone who understands them. Roaring, she has to ask them, which is silent, unheard, but what does it mean? "Some of them are just crazy. Heh, maybe they don't like singing." It really is phrased to be an innocent suggestion, since Jane here is talking about playing guitar and singing, and now one of them does mention a 'noise box' as well. "Pigeons actually hear really low frequencies, so the guitar, I mean… That might be what they don't like." Pausing, Daphne adds for explanation, "I work with birds."

—-

Glancing over at the birds for a moment, and appearing thoughtful, Jane asks "How are they with high frequencies?" Nothing else is said to indicate where that might've come from, other than her simple curiosity, and eyes settle on she who works with avians. "Zoology wasn't my forte in college," she admits. "My things were music, political science, and law. Trademark and copyright law were the most interesting aspects of that."

—-

"Well, they have decent hearing. I suppose they might hear at higher frequencies. Why?" …Really, why the interest? Unless Jane was screaming at them in ranges that humans can't hear, it's unlikely that they were really bothered. Or maybe she was stomping after them /while/ screaming! Yeah, that could be a problem. Daphne quirks a brow, half-smiling as she studies the woman carefully. That's a funny thought… She can't see that happening, really. So, curiosity, then. She an buy that. "I'm actually hoping to get a veterinary degree eventually," she says. She's kind of a real-life Doctor Dolittle, to be honest. She'd actually be able to ask the animals what hurts, get accurate test results quickly, and take care of them faster. She'll be the best vet ever! "Never really liked that — stuff." And by 'stuff,' she means 'anything that required her to work to keep her grades up.' Now, though, things have changed a bit.

—-

"Wow," is Jane's simple reply, as it dawns on her that's maybe why the birds act like this. Could one or all have been at Times Square that night. She wonders, unexpressedly, about that chance. Her reply to Daphne's statement about school and stuff seems distracted, her eyes are on the birds while she speaks. "It wasn't easy," Jane relates, "but the sense of accomplishment is worth it, I wanted to only study music, but the 'rents insisted, and there I was, wanting to be the dutiful daughter, make them proud…" As she trails off, her lips purse slightly, with no sound seeming to emerge. A thoughtful expression? An experiment is attempted, in which she goes for a C note one octave above what humans can normally hear, and holds it for a few seconds.

—-

"Yeah, they're… pretty interesting," Daphne says, still curious about why anyone would be curious about pigeons. Daphne herself didn't even give them a second glance until they started talking to her… Strange things. Sometimes they seem to fly away for absolutely no reason. She could be sitting on a park bench, just watching them eat, then the whole flock just gets up and flies off. "I played sports. /Thrilled/ my dad. He used to play semi-pro hockey, so… Long as I kept my grades around a B-average, they were happy." She probably could have done better; Daphne /knows/ she could have applied herself and gotten A's, but she didn't feel like it, so she didn't do it.

She's about to go on, when the small flock of birds suddenly flies off. A passerby would think it's for no reason, but they seem to think that Jane is roaring at them, and it's hurting their ears, they don't like it, they're going to find food elsewhere, perhaps in the park… "Well, that was odd," Daphne mutters to herself. After watching the birds fly off, she turns blue-grey eyes to Jane. Despite telling Laurel that they needed to be careful, she can't keep the somewhat suspicious look out of her expression.

—-

Her eyebrows raise when the birds fly off, something in her eyes reflecting interest at the reaction, as if it were maybe a discovery or confirmation, then shifts to slight nervousness as she's looked at suspiciously. "Do I have food in my teeth or something?" But what Jane's really asking, within her mind, is 'Did you hear that somehow? Do you already know what I can do and are just trying to bait me? Do you work for Primatech? Are you telepathic like that one person I met?'

—-

It's… something. Something is wrong here, the birds think Jane is shouting, Daphne is inclined to believe them, because birds don't lie, then there's the nervous look she's getting, and it all just— Seems wrong somehow! But how do you bring that subject up with someone? 'hey, the birds think you're making too much noise'? No, because then that's giving something away about herself which Daphne's just not comfortable revealing. It's always possible that the pigeons just panicked, but considering her track record with this talking to animals thing, /something/ spooked them. They /told/ her what it was… "Nah, I was just thinking. Anyway, I'd better get going. I still have about a mile to walk before I get where I'm going."

—-

She simply nods, watching the woman for a moment and doing nothing to stop her departure. "That's good," Jane comments, letting those words be all that's said as she too turns to head off in some direction other than what Daphne chooses. Got to get away from the square before anyone else's attention is drawn, and she's still wondering if the woman knows or not.

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