2007-10-08: Starbucks of Destiny

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Summary: When Gene runs into Evelyn by chance, he takes the time to catch up on her as well as ensure she sees Cass, unknowingly being a cog in the Machine of Destiny.

Date It Happened: October 8th, 2008

Log Title Starbucks of Destiny


Downtown, NYC - Starbucks

It's a lovely fall afternoon in New York — read 'cool and cloudy'. Not completely overcast, but decidedly gray. Of course, the interior of the Starbucks is warmer — both in temperature and in coloring. At least so much as institutional taupe, institutional beige, and accents of dark green and white count for color. Maybe it's the smell of coffee that makes the difference.

The store is not too busy, with a few people sitting around reading newspapers and tapping away on laptop keyboards; off in a corner booth by the front windows sits Evelyn, papers liberally scattered across her table — everywhere except the corner where a cup of tea slowly cools. At present, she looks to be taking notes out of a textbook, and paying no attention to the rest of the store.

Upon close inspection, it can be seen that Evelyn has replaced her usual watch with a 'Hello Kitty'-themed one.
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STOP GLOBAL WARMING ONE ICE CUBE AT A TIME.

Those words accompany a picture of small child throwing ice into some random river. An odd thing for a t-shirt, but this is Gene. Odd is normal for him.

With fall officially in full swing, Gene has pulled out his nice peacoat, but it's currently left unbuttoned. A pair of brown carpenter jeans loosely hug his hips, held in place with a belt with a Batman buckle. Opening the door, he leaves it open for his usual companion… R2-D2, the amazing security/information storing/chick drawing robot. Once the two are inside, Gene makes his way toward the coffee maker, waiting in the line. His eyes are downcast, the young inventor seemingly distracted.
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One more person in the coffeeshop doesn't really catch Evelyn's attention. She continues to read, and occasionally scribble a note or turn a page, as Gene works his way to the top of the ordering queue. The girl pauses and reaches over to pick up her cup, taking a sip of tea. She gets halfway to the second sip, then lowers the cup. Evelyn squints briefly — and then sneezes, the sound drawing glances from around the shop and one automatic 'Bless you'.
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"Bless y-" The young man stops as he notices who he glances toward. Gene watches Evelyn for a second, not saying a word. As if shaking himself out of something, he gives a wave. "Didn't expect to see you here," he points out with a nervous smile, trying to push a couple strands of hair behind his ear. He accidently steps out of line as he does, a couple of people more than willing to cut him out to get their caffeine fix faster. R2's presense is ignored, most people not counting moving trash cans as placeholders.
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Hm? Evelyn looks up as someone addresses a full sentence to her, and blinks, sketching a brief wave. Her verbal reply is delayed by the attempt to stifle another sneeze. Which succeeds, this time. "Same here," she says, setting her tea back on the table and shoving dark hair back to be hooked behind her ears. "Um - you lost your spot," the girl points out, nodding towards the line.
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Mr. Kensington turns around to see that sure enough, his spot is taken. While he appears ready to curse, he just gives a small smile and just shrugs it off. "Aw well, I guess a bit of chai can wait." Pointing toward the table, he inquires, "Mind if I take a seat? And bless you, by the by… Seems like you're catching a cold or something."
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"'Course," Evelyn answers, nodding to the other side of the booth. And scrambling to recollect at least some of the papers she's let clutter it. Enough that Gene can have more or less half of the surface. "Yeah, probably — have a bit of a headache, too," the girl continues. "Guess one of the bugs going around school finally got me." The papers are shaken into a mostly neat stack and tucked inside a binder that had been on the seat.
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"Yeah, a lot of people get sick around this time," the geek points out as he takes a seat. "I hope you feel better soon." Like a dog, R2-D2 just moves to his owner's side. Glancing over the papers before looking back up, Gene gives a small smile. "Whatcha working on?"
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"So do I. I hate headaches," the girl grumbles. She looks down at the textbook and papers, then up at Gene. "Art history. We're supposed to do a report on some medieval artist." Another glance at the book; this time, Evelyn looks rather less than pleased. "Probably a good time to leave it alone for a bit, though. I've been…" Next to be looked at is her watch. "…wow. Doing this for almost three hours already."
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"Art."

Gene just pauses at that, summoning all the power he has inside of him to avoid his face turning like it bit into a lemon. "Not really my thing, but sounds like it could be interesting," the child of science admits as he settles a little into his chair. "So, you enjoy studying art and drawing?"
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The tone of Gene's voice suggests his opinion, and Evelyn chuckles. "It is interesting. I don't know if I, like, want to do this sort of stuff for a living, but it's neat to study." A shrug of one shoulder. "I do like drawing. It's a good way to pass time." She picks the (cool) tea back up and takes another drink. And smiles at Gene over the cup. "To each their own, right?"
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The dark haired boy shrugs faintly, though he does smile as soon as Evelyn does. It's a larger smile than he's given in the past, a sincere expression given on reflex. "I guess so. Drawing's cool though. I wish I could do that… I usually have to use computers to do decent spec drawing." There's a short pause as Gene looks toward the line. Still a bit on the long side. Does he think that a Starbucks in New York will magically clear? Who knows, but he's waiting just the same. Turning his attention back to Evelyn, his smile goes from slowly fading to completely gone. "So, how are you doing? I haven't seen you since Super Nurse revealed all that stuff to you."
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A shrug of one shoulder is the first response to Gene's question. "It's… well, business as usual. School and stuff. Nothing really different." A pause. "Well, and a cold." Evelyn shrugs again — What can you say? — and takes another drink. "What about you?"
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"…Um, I found out I'm sorta kinda…" Gene pauses, wondering if he should tell her about his issues with his powers. Well, maybe it'll make her feel better about hers. He leans closer before he continues, clearly not wanting people to hear. His elbow rests on the table as he tries his best to talk to Evelyn's ear. "…My power is supposedly causing some sort of brain tumor-thingee that's killing me." With that, he settles back down. "Other than that…" Gene shrugs as he looks down. "Just the usual of building stuff."
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Evelyn blinks, and just looks at Gene for a moment, clearly caught by surprise. Totally flat-footed, as it were. "Well," she says, after a few moments. "I guess that really puts my cold in perspective." A breath of air wafts across the table, barely enough to rustle the papers. "I'm sorry." After another moment, her own gaze falls to her hands, for lack of anywhere better to direct it.
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The silence is given some time, but Gene finally decides he needs to say something. "It's okay… I just figured that it would let you know that you aren't the only one going through tough stuff," Gene offers as he rubs the back of his head. "I guess saying that now was kinda stupid. I'm sorry…"
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Looking over at Gene, the girl smiles crookedly. "It's okay. I mean, not stupid." She brings her hands up over the table, pauses, settles for folding them again on top of the open textbook. "It's just… a whole different order of magnitude of tough, I'd think," Evelyn continues, with a brief, rueful grin. "Apples and oranges sort of thing."
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"Oh. Well, I figured possibly starting a war would be on the same level as possibly dying. I dunno, not like they have a matching scale for crappy futures." Gene gives a smile at his comments, clearly finding some personal amusement from his percieved wit. "I'm sure the war won't happen now. At least not the way Super Nurse said it would. After all, I've read a few comics. Once you time travel, stuff never happens the same way. Same end, but usually happens different."
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Evelyn hadn't thought of that basis for comparison. "Oh. Yeah. Well… possibly starting a war means killing a lot of other people. I think I'd rather die," is the girl's glum response. She wraps both hands around her cup of tea, but lets it rest on top of the book rather than bringing it up to her mouth. After a bit, Evelyn continues, "And I'd much rather have a different end." There's another, briefer pause. "Want to trade?" It's only almost levity.
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"Nah, my grandfather told me it wasn't chivalrous to trade something for death to a lady," Gene offers with his attempt at a quip. He coughs as he looks to the table, figuring out how to go on. "So, um, other than the cold, nothing else going on? I mean, with Super Nurse being busy and all, I've kinda decided I'm gunna be protecting you. From, you know, the bad stuff." There is a split second before Gene decides to add. "I'm better at it than I look. The watch thing you have… A watch just like it was already used to save someone."
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Evelyn stifles a smile at the word 'chivalrous', bringing the cup up to her lips and sipping from it. Apparently the quip counts for something. And… she's almost out of tea. The all but empty cup is set back down, the better for the girl to eye Gene sidelong, if only half-seriously. "You are, huh?" She gives that some thought, and finally concludes, "Well — just don't start stalking me, and we're good." And she smiles at him — since it is a joke.
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The young man turns red and is about to say something until he realizes that she meant it in good fun. The blush remains, but for a different reason. "Oh, um, of course. We might need to start hanging out a bit more if you want to be informed. I understand if you can't because of school… I know for most students, it's a bit of work." Gene glances over toward the line, looking to see if it's full. It is. Maybe he just won't get a cup today.
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Evelyn grins as Gene blushes, unconsciously lifting one hand to her face. This proves to be a good thing a moment later, when she sneezes again. A pause. Twice. Another pause. Thrice. "Mff. Excuse me," the girl says, when she feels reasonably confident the sneezing fit is over with. "Um… Oh, yeah. 'Need to'?" she echoes. Evelyn chuckles, shaking her head slightly. Then regrets it, and presses a couple of fingers against the side of her forehead. "We can probably figure something out," she allows with a lopsided smile.
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Distracting himself with gizmos, Gene pulls out his phone as he says another reactionary 'Bless you'. As he looks to the phone, he suddenly remembers something. "Yeah, like apparently, I'm supposed to have you visit the person that's seeing what's going on with you. Super Nurse isn't saying it's really urgent, so I assume it isn't lifethreatening, but we should get there sometime when we've got time. If you want to talk to her in private, I can give you the information to do so."
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Evelyn tilts her head as Gene (probably fortunately) changes the subject. "Oh? Okay." Folding her hands on the table, she considers that for a moment, gazing idly out the window. "That… well, it's probably a good idea. Probably not the sort of thing you can figure out secondhand." Blood sample or no. "Who is… she?" the girl asks, looking back to Gene.
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"Her name is Cass… She runs a place known as Enlightenment Books. It sells a lot of hippie books, but she's a nice woman that seems to know her stuff. Not a full doctor, but she's the closest we can get and trust," the young inventor offers with a small smile. He glances toward R2-D2, who is still rather motionless beside him. Looking back toward Evelyn, he shrugs slightly before resting his head against the glass. "Either way, what ever you wanna do, I'm here to help."
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Evelyn frowns slightly as Gene speaks, expression thoughtful. There's something… "Enlighten…" Her voice trails off briefly. "I think… If that's the one in East Village? I know where it is. Met Peter there." Another beat of silence. "Didn't know she was… medical." Ish. Whatever. Evelyn looks back at Gene. And she, too, shrugs.
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The young man nods, his hair slightly greasing up the glass. "Yeah, she is and that's her place. Either way, I've delivered the message. If you want me there for whatever reason, I'm there. If not, I've done my part." With that, Gene goes back to silence, his blue eyes flittering from Evelyn to something random in the area.
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Evelyn nods slowly. "Okay. …Well, like I said, we can do that." Which leads, after a pause and a brief flicker of eyes down towards her hands, to the next question. "When?"
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"Well, considering everything that is going on, likely better to have it sooner than later. Not urgent, but the sooner we can get this resolved, likely the better," Gene admits as he looks up toward Evelyn, lifting his head off the glass to sit correctly in his chair. His head must have been starting to get cold. "You okay with that? I mean, I know it isn't easy stuff to deal with…"
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"Exactly. It's gunna work out. If Cass isn't able to figure it out, I've got a few things I can do. I might not be as 'special' as Super Nurse or yourself, but you'll likely find that making neato watches is the least of my skills." Gene gives a large grin, bits of pearly white teeth poking out from behind his slightly chapped lips.
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The girl chuckles softly. "Well, you made him, right?" she says, nodding over towards R2-D2. "That seems like it'd take plenty of skill. I couldn't do it," Evelyn concludes. She looks at a spot on the table just above her folded hands, brow creasing slightly, and… nothing happens except a bit of black hair is mussed and Gene might feal a breath of air motion. "Future or no future, I'm not that special. Just another student." She often wishes that were really true…
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The wind is noticed, Gene glancing toward Evelyn. Well, she still has her ability, so clearly she's okay right now. He gives a small but tender smile as he leans forward. "OF course you're really special. Might not have known you for that long, but you're one of the nicest girls I know and you do neat stuff and you're…" Gene pauses. "One of the nicest girls I know." It's likely clear he was going to say something else, but he seemed to have decided against it.
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Yeah, can't really miss that one. Repetition attracts notice, and Evelyn eyes Gene sidelong, not quite smiling. Trying really hard not to. And that bit of color in her cheeks is all in your mind, honest. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" she quips, teasing; reaching up to shove her hair back behind her ears, and watching him obliquely.
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"It's just… Well, never mind. I'm just not exactly the best with words all the time, that's all." A twitch of a smile is given before R2-D2 starts beeping like an alarm clock. "…Dang it, I've got to get back to work. Have a few projects that were cooling down so to speak, so they're ready for the next step." Gene gets up, pushing his chair behind as he keeps his gaze mostly on Ev'. "How's tomorrow for the Cass stuff?
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The not-quite-smile widens into a grin, only to sober into nothing more than a puzzled and surprised look at the robot. "M'kay. I need to get some of this done, anyway," Evelyn adds, gesturing slightly in the direction of her books. "Give me a call when you're free?"
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"Sounds good… I'll talk to you then, okay? If you have ANY trouble or feel you need backup, just remember I'd rather come rushing here for nothing than have you go through anything alone." His wary offer for aid given once more, he buttons up his jacket to prepare for the cold. "Artoo, follow mode. Good luck studying the art." With a slight nod of the head as if giving a diet coke bow, the inventor makes his way out of the building. Gene Kensington, doing his part to save the world… One awkward conversation at a time.

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