There's No Waking Up (open)

Coffee was tasting especially good today. Her half-caf, no whip, double shot, extra large white chocolate frappachino- with caramel sauce!- was doing an excellent job at making life and the people around her more tolerable. Blinking blue yes, she meandered along, not really having a task or goal for the day... No work and no one to pester generally meant that she was left to her own devices.

Which was not always a good thing. Megan's eyes landed on the sight of someone sitting by himself at a bench. Hands clasped around his face. The very picture of despair. She blinked, and paused in her tracks. His hands moved, and her slight curiosity suddenly tripled. Was that a... horn? Had she inadvertently stumbled upon some mutant narwhal man?

...Nifty!

He looked sad. The flicker of good in her bubbled up, demanding she walk over and ask him if he was okay. Maybe offer a shoulder to cry on, or make herself an ear for him to spill all of his woes to. The very thought made her skin crawl... Purple painted nails clicked on her coffee cup as she tapped them impatiently. She was trying to be a better person, right?

So, here was her chance to do some good! She stepped closer, tilted her head at the man and blinked. "People usually do that sort of thing in private, you know. The crying, that is."

Megan stared, a bit blankly. ...uhhh... what? The words he had just tossed at her, his manner, and the fact that she was suddenly reminded of a Victorian movie caused a temporary halt in her thought process. Instead of flat out asking him what the hell was wrong with him, she took a sip from her straw and raised one dark eyebrow.

Who exactly had she stumbled upon? His manners were from the freaking eighteenth century... or Europe. That's what she assumed Europeans were like, minus the over appreciated accent. She toyed with the decision to sit for a moment, before actually doing so. Plopping onto the bench and crossing a leg, while keeping a good distance between them. "... nice horn."

He looked... kind of out of it. Like his mind was just being drawn back from elsewhere. The twenty four year old copied his frown, not liking how much she was reminded of her recent loss of control in the gender shifters room. She also didn't like the guy's apology.

She wouldn't have apologized... in fact, she probably would have slung a few nasty words and flipped herself the smiley face tattooed on her middle finger. "...It's not a crime to cry. I'm just an ass." First truthful thing she had said about herself all day! Megan patted herself on the back, and tossed non coffee cup laden arm over the back of the bench.

"...so, why were you leaking anyway?"

A slight smirk curled her lips, and she watched him, holding blinking at back until he was done wiping his eyes. She had never seen a man really cry before. Boys, yes. Twenty something's, yes. But not full grown men with pointy objects poking out of their foreheads. Wrinkling her nose, she sipped at her coffee some more, and licked her lips.

Megan was surprised with herself. She would have figured she'd like watching males cry.

"Future stuff. Got it." That left a lot to the imagination. Maybe he was getting canned at his job? Had to move back in with the parents? Baby mama was preggers? She blinked, tapping her foot in the air to an unknown beat, and hummed under her breath. So many possibilities, and Megan was a sucker for gossip.

"...so, like terminal illness future, ooor... divorce and huge alimony bill type of future?" Personally, she would have hoped for terminal Illness. At least if you were dead you wouldn't care who had all of your damn stuff.

>>"Do you believe in fate?"

Huh. Now, that was a good question. What was fate?

Honestly, she rather avoided anything and everything of spiritual and philosophical roots. She had bad blood with it, and wanted to more or less forget that part of her past. "I don't believe in anything I can't see..." A good enough answer for her. She scoffed to herself about oracle visits and refrained from rolling her eyes, instead sucking in another mouthful of delicious coffee while he handed her a newspaper.

Her eyes scanned the paper, while he was explaining things. Future sight? Sounded like a scan to her, and a little bit cliche on top of that. The add might as well have claimed to create real and powerful love potions as well. You know, the kind that prevent cheating and divorce. It sounded like he believed it though.

"So... you went to see someone, and they showed you a bunch of things you didn't like. Isn't it more likely that it was a hoax? Some mutant messing with people's heads to pay the bills and put food on the table?"

Adjusting her leg so her foot was resting comfortably on her knee, she glanced back down at the newspaper, re-reading the ad. It was most assuredly a scam, in her eyes.

He shut down. Crap. Megan fiddled with her coffee, and set the newspaper in her lap. It seemed that whatever had happened was something he really truly believed in. Bad move, Rova. Bad move.

She eyed him for a moment as he watched the road... or cars, or whatever it was that he was staring at, before sighing in defeat. She really was curious... Setting her coffee aside, she turned and crossed her legs on the bench, plopping her chin into her palms with her elbows on her knees. "Seeing it myself would probably help, but I dunno... i'm pretty stubborn so there is no guarantee that it would work..."

She tried to imagine what, if anything, could get her to believe that it was a supernatural act and not simply a mutant trick. Then again... if it was a mutant, who was she to say that it was purely a trick? If someone could see into the future due to mutated genes, it still counted didn't it? She pursed her lips and frowned.

"I guess I can't really say it's not possible though. I mean... I may not believe in god or ghosts, or other magical things and the like, but I guess it's a feasible idea when mutation is involved. After all.... you have a horn growing out of your head, and I live with a giant cockroach."

Yes, totally made sense now. To her at least... But thinking kind of made her head hurt.

She was starting to feel a little bad for the man. Which she didn't like. Caring about people was last on her mile long list of things to do... but she couldn't squash it back down into nonexistence. Her features softened a little, and she lowered her voice so people wouldn't listen in on them. "...How bad was what you saw?" Eh.. that came out more concerned than she had wanted. She attempted to fix the mistake by turning her attention to scratching at the healing spider wounds on the back of her neck. Nope, she didn't care at all. Not. A. Bit.

Unicorns.... She knew a girl who had a unicorn themed tramp stamp, but that was about it. Megan blinked, and brushed the thought away. No use getting herself distracted with cheap tattoos and fantastical creatures.

>>"Bad. After I kill a child and my wife dies I start a chain of events that leads to the end of the world."

...Oh. ...uh... Wow. That was... bad. She stared at the man, dumbfounded, and tried to think of what she was supposed to say to that. He was supposed to kill a child... and then his wife.... and then bring about the end of everything as they knew it. Megan didn't know if she liked that prospect very much.

"That... is very bad news." She would have laughed right in the face of someone who gave that prediction to her. Laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was beyond belief... and more than a little scary. He mused about how to go about stopping it, and she drummed her fingers on her thigh. Throw yourself off a bridge? Naw... She wouldn't in his shoes. She'd hang on until the last moment, and probably end up taking everyone with her.

Yeah, that sounded like her alright. She frowned at the thought, and blew her bangs from her eyes with e little huff of a breath. "I'd go back and shoot that guy in the foot, for giving you such a crappy reading.... but that probably wouldn't help matters."

>>"If you want, I can heal that, I've got magical unicorn healing powers, you know."

"...what?" Blue eyes blinked, and she looked taken aback a little. Not about the healing part, she figured he could only be talking about one thing (unless she had managed to stab herself with something without noticing).. no, she was taken aback by the unicorn thing again. She glanced at his horn, and choked on a laugh. " You're a unicorn man? I thought you were part narwhal..." She was sitting next to a unicorn, who was doomed to bring about the end of days? Ah, New York would never stop surprising her... She rubbed at the back of her neck sheepishly, running her fingers over the little sore bumps. "You can if you want, but I don't mind them. They're part of my mutation."

Little blue eyes peeked out from the darkness of her hair as she sent out a mental call and a spider that would easily fit in her palm dropped into her lap, crawling up onto her thigh. It angled many blue eyes at unicorn man, and raised a hairy leg in mock greeting. She pointed casually at the spider, prodding its backside with her finger. "This is Freddy. He says hi... So, uh... you're wife know about this yet?" She could imagine that it was probably not a thrilling thing to have to discuss with ones partner...

The spider stared at the offered hand for a moment, before turning to shoot a questioning body tilt at Megan. She nodded mutely at it in return.

Her spiders weren't used to crawling on people with out biting, or intentionally causing panic. He didn't understand for a moment, but that wasn't usual. He rarely understood what was going on around him. Had he a tail, it would have been flopping about happily as he extended his front feet and hoisted himself up onto the offered hand. He rather liked crawling on people, dragging himself against soft flesh that tickled when he got to the furry parts.

Megan watched the spider crawl, listening to the soft happy chittering in her head, before she sighed and plopped her chin back down into her palm. His situation was.. depressing. Enough so that she forgot about her coffee, and toyed with the laces of her shoes. "The missus is sick? " That added even more fuel to the fire, she supposed. Not only was he given a prediction that sucked, but other factors in his life were already dead set on proving it true. She was starting to feel really sorry for this man...

"Have you tried going back to the oracle? Maybe it'd help you figure out what to do... how to stop it and stuff." She watched as Freddy circled around the guys arm, clinging upside down and swinging like he was having the time of his life. Ah, sometimes she envied the little guys. " Or you could always start an uprising. Get a bunch of people to band together to help you."