Gwen loved donuts. She had no idea what they were made of, how they were invented, why, or anything, but she absolutely loved them. She wasn't sure if they existed in her time or not, but it didn't matter. She just loved them. Plus, a yummy Krispy Kremes was right beside a vacation brochure shop. Gwen knew she wasn't going on a vacation time, but she really wanted to check out all the new countries and stuff. 

Get some insight on how they were, what was safe - maybe once she got her legal documents all settled, she'd be able to travel. They had these airplanes now that could take you anywhere in what, less than 24 hours. It was remarkable. Although, she hated the word remarkable now. She had no idea how she was going to get her documents updated, though... Would the government accepted her 1800's birth certificate? Would they believe her? She did carry the newspaper article where she suddenly appeared in this time. She sighed. 

In a long dress, she stepped into the coffee shop. She wasn't sure what she wanted but she glanced over the shop and it's inhabitants. She saw a couple older couples, a young couple that looked like they were on a date, and a few friends together. A businessman was getting some coffee and rushing. Gwen didn't even realize they had coffee here. Huh. Whatever, though, she only wanted those glazed donuts.

With that, she stepped up to the counter, "Can I have a dozen of glazed please?" She paused, "Um, make that two dozen, please." She had to bring some back for Charlie, right...? Right? 

(OOC: @rift)

One of the great things about being a teleporter was how much you saved on gas. A close second was never having to wait in line for a plane. Of course that didn't mean that airports were completely useless to Rift. No matter how you looked at it, an airport was still the best place to find a plethora of vacation vouchers. For the average person, these pretty pictures were just that, a small glimpse at some far off destination. To him, it was as good as a door. His powers worked via visualization, he had to have a good idea of what the place he was going looked like. This made these photos perfect reference points, and in some cases a perfect bypass point, since these pictures inside a museum put him inside without having to so much as pick a lock. Not that he had that in mind exactly. True, grabbing a famous painting would probably net him a fortune, but it was hardly a challenge. Port in, grab, port out, boring.

Speaking of challenges... He stuffed his collection of brochures into his pack and turned his attention to the donut shop next door. People were of course lined up for a snack between flights, and people were busy behind the counter. He looked over the scene looking for blind spots as he positioned himself at a table. After that it was a question of timing. If someone had x-ray vision, they would have seen the glow coming from the 'tattoos' on his back, but with the jacket he wore that hid it from public view. A green ring appeared under the table as a second opened above the rows of donuts lined behind the counter. A swift movement, and he reached through the portable hole in space and grabbed a couple as the cashier's back was turned, the gateway disappearing just as quickly as it formed after he pulled his hand out. Rift smirked as he waited to see if anyone had noticed. A few moments suggested that none of the employees had seen it.

With her two dozen donuts, she decided to sits and munch on them in peace at the donut shop. She was beginning to realize a hobby of hers was to people watch. In her time, she had never thought about it. She was busy doing womanly 19th century stuff, like cooking, cleaning, teaching, and sewing up tears in clothes, and of course, the dancing. The dancing was the best. It was pretty sad that dancing wasn't something that people did often in this time. Sure, they had their 'clubs' but that wasn't dancing. It wasn't elegant, graceful, moved by the music. It was a bunch of drunk people thinking they could dance (which, in their defense, happened plenty in her time, too.) 

In either case, as she munched on her donuts, she watched as people came up and bought their donuts or coffee. She settled into her seat, content. Life was going to be good, even in this time. Although, something funny seemed to happen to some of the donuts in the counter... Some of them just disappeared. She thought she might have seeen a green glow, but she brushed it off as crazy. Maybe she was crazy? Or what if her rip in the timeline was causing stuff to go weird now? She panicked a little for a moment before she took a deep breath. No, Gwen, it was the mutant that caused that. It wouldn't follow you around. The space time fabricate is strong enough to make it through a small, small tear like that. The big one in NYC was the one that made her the most uncomfortable. That couldn't have been a good thing.

She glanced around the store. Maybe there was another mutant in here? She carefully scanned the room, quiet suspiciously. If someone wanted a donut, she'd have been happy to share her dozens. She could just get another one, after all. The more reasons to get more the better, honestly. 

It was at times like this that she really, really wished that her abilities let her read minds. She could just scan and find out so fast. Yet, she could only whisper into peoples mind and see what they were seeing. She sighed. Her power was kinda useless in a way. Oh well. 

Rift was almost disappointed that that had been so easy. He was sure the word 'curse' didn't really apply to him as far as mutant abilities went, but it was often boring when it was so easy to pull anything off. Oh well, at least he had a few free donuts. He chopped down on one as he pulled the brochures out of his bag and began examining them. Let's see, Roman Colosseum, Great wall of China, Statue of liberty (well, that one was a bit redundant), Buckingham Palace... really, everything a teleporter needed for a world tour. He wondered what the food in China tasted like compared to the Americanized franchises here. He would have to try that out at some point. What he really needed was someone to take along on these ventures for some form of comparison in his experiences. As fun as the life of a roaming thief was, it didn't do much for conversation or broadening his thoughts. Of course that would require someone who wouldn't be freaked out by his ability or doing a bit of globe hopping on a whim.

Gwen was pretty confused about the sudden disappearance of the donuts through a random hole. She hesitated to say just want to say it was a mutant taking advantage of his powers. But, he might have too. What if he was homeless, hungry, or something worse? Peopl were awful to mutants. She continued to scour the estabalishment as she tried to find who could possibly have snatched the donuts. 

It took her a few seconds but she noticed a young adult eating some donuts. She didn't see him get in line but he was sitting there munching on donuts. He was also viewing brochures? Why did he just take the donuts...? Confused, Gwen continued to stare at the man. She wanted to find out how he even managed to do that. He had to be a mutant, there was no other way to make items disappear through portals and appear in your hand... Right? She was sure of it! Kind of. What if there was some type of new technology she didn't know about? Maybe he had actually pre-purchased them. Maybe she should just ask?

Her staring probably caught the notice of him, she finally decided she'd just ask him about it. She stood up with her two dozen (minus one now,) and walked over to his table.

"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?" her thick proper, Bostonian and British mixture of an accent escaped slightly squeakier than she expected. Oh well.                  

Rift was toying with maybe popping over to the Egyptian pyramids for a selfie. Well, that and see what the security was like, he wondered what they did to keep people out of there. No better way to see then to go himself, and if it didn't look all that interesting he could turn his attention elsewhere. But then a woman cam up to him and asked if she could ask him a question. His precursory examination of her seemed not to suggest cop, generally they sounded a bit more sure of themselves then the tone she asked the question in. He went through a quick list of possibilities, and his first conclusion was she may have witnessed his little 'trick'. That was interesting. Certainly more exciting then going completely unnoticed.

"Fire away," he said, quickly glancing to see if she had anything that may suggest carrying a firearm, just in case he was wrong and she decided to take his comment too literally.

She wasn't one to really instigate something, but she was curious why the boy had just decided to steal the donuts. Well, presuming he stole them in the first place. He didn't look homeless or something. Or maybe he did and Gwen just didn't realize that? She, rather embarrassingly, never really paid attention to the homeless of the city. She'd throw a coin here and there, but she never actually noticed noticed them. Maybe she wasn't that great of a person? 

He seemed to examine her for a moment - maybe he thought she was a threat? Hopefully not, especially if he attacked her. She was not a fighter, nope. She'd get slaughtered. She pulled one of the chairs out and slowly sat down, keeping her eyes on him. She needed to be sure to jump out of the way in case he flipped out on her, right? She took a breath, "Did you steal the donuts?" She whispered it, she didn't want anyone else to hear her say it to him. She didn't want to get the boy in trouble or anything.

Rift gave an amused smile, as the woman confirmed his original suspicion, "Do you typically open your conversations this way?" he said in a tone that neither admitted nor denied the accusation. He knew how to distract from suspicions, and the deflection was such that it called the woman's intentions into question rather then his own. Of course he had indeed taken the donuts, but he wasn't going to outright admit it without a little cat and mouse verbal sparring to test out her convictions. Worst come to worst he could port out if she turned out to be a problem. Other then that this was just another game to him.

Gwen wasn’t sure if she liked the smile that appeared on the young man’s face. However, she really wasn’t expecting his reaction to be, well, that. After an awkward, uncomfortable moment, she gave a very timid shrug. “I… Uh, well, sometimes, yes. If I see something peculiar,” she mumbled out in a bad attempt to explain herself.

She had to think carefully, “Well, it’s just that there was donuts… Now they are not there. You were never in the line… But you have donuts… I do not think it is appropriate for individuals to come into donuts shops with other shops donuts, so…” That phrasing nearly made her head hurt. She sighed as she realized how complicated she made it sound.

With a shrug and a mutter, “I could have just given you some of mine. I have a ton. This is honestly one of the best parts of this time.” This time. She winced as she said that. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice her slight confession of being from a different time period.

Definitely not a cop, the tone in her voice and her body language suggested just someone who had just witnessed it, but had no actual power to do anything about it. And she seemed unusually self conscious about bringing it up. He had the idea that if he decided to act like he was taking offense at the accusation, he would likely cause her to break into tears or something like that. Not that he would go that route. He last comment was a little confusing, 'best parts of this time' didn't exactly role off the tongue easily as a comment about a place that was fairly common. He began piecing together things about the situation that most would not notice. The reason Ryan hung around New York were the weird events, holes in reality, robots in the street, alternate dimensions, etc. As such a strange comment revealed more to him then it would to your average Joe.

"Well..." he said, pondering his next few statements, and making sure that no one was really paying them much attention. "If we are getting into the issue of sharing secrets, mind telling me yours?" he asked, offering the transaction, "Donut shops are pretty common, so what 'time' are you referring to?" The situation had just become like 30% more interesting.

The boy didn’t seem like he was about to throw something at her and run, so that was a huge plus. She was mentally kicking herself in the head for even approaching him. What if he had a gun or had a dangerous power? He could probably kill her easily. 

She watched him carefully, trying to determine his next move based on his facial expressions. He seemed to be pondering his next words. Maybe he didn't want to confess? It's not like she was going to turn him in. She was just curious. Curiosity killed the cat, though, didn't it? She nervously bit her lip at that thought. 

Sharing secrets? She sighed and kicked herself mentally. She needed to be careful about how she phrased things. Most people knew there was something off but she really blew it with the whole time comment. She sighed, pulled a chair out, and sat down in front of him. “I accept your offer.” She put her hands over one another in the chair as she thought carefully about what she would say, “I was born in 1840. No donuts in the 1800’s.”

She shrugged nonchalantly, awkwardly trying to bring the conversation back to him, “So, how’d you do it?” 

She took a donut from one of her dozens and took a nice, savory bite into it. Mmm. 

This was exactly the kind of thing Rift hung around New York to find out about. In all honesty, stealing wasn't all that fun when it was as simple as popping in and out. It would be easy to detect the spark of interest in his eyes as the woman confessed being born in 1840. "!840? How did you manage to end up here?" he asked, his tone of playful teasing shifting to one of deep interest.

Rift glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then lifted his hands so his palms faced upwards, but were obscured by the table. A pair of green lights appeared then opened up into circular portals, and looking through either would appear like looking up at the ceiling, almost mirror like, but offset, as the linked portals actually showed the view from the others position. Rift moved his hand around and reached through one portal, in which his hand came through the other like a disembodied hand. He pulled his hand out and the portals shrunk back and disappeared. "Pretty cool right?" he said, "I can open those just about anywhere," he said, though he kept his limits vague intentionally. He couldn't go anywhere he didn't really know about, he was limited to places he could see or accurately visualize, but that wasn't something anyone needed to know about. Still, he could go just about anywhere, which was amazing just the same.

Gwen couldn’t help it but a sly grin went over her face. She nodded as he clearly became interested in her story. She hated telling it some days but loved it other days – maybe the attention? She sighed, “I was on a train and a young mutant lost control of his abilities. Transported me, the train car, into this time. He was killed, though.” It was pretty sad. 

She shrugged, “I’m a woman out of time, trapped in the 2017 century. Still adjusting but I feel like this is more of my century than the 19th.”

She watched as the green lights appeared and he slipped his hand through. She nodded, impressed, “Very ‘cool.’” She really didn’t understand these terminologies people used in this time. Why was something ‘cool?’? Shouldn’t it be cold then? At least she knew what it meant, despite her not really understanding the why. “Anywhere? How big can you make them?” Could he just jump through to new places or something? That would be really awesome. 

Rift listened with obvious interest. Another mutant ability with the apparent power to jump through time. He wondered if that had any effect on the rift in dimension. He had no idea, quantum physics wasn't exactly his strong point, and the effect of mutant abilities was essentially a wildcard. He didn't even know if his own ability had any far reaching effect either, but so far no evidence so he wasn't worried. "Well, welcome to the future" he said, "Or as I call it, the 'present'" he joked.

The emphasis on the 'cool' in her words showed the displacement. He guessed that the language had changed since her time. She had missed out on all the fun time periods. "I suppose you missed the out on the 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s." he said, "You should look into those, lots a good music." he stopped himself and thought about the music that was in the 1840s,"Man, was there anything besides classical back then?" he wondered aloud, he wasn't sure how far things had developed passed there. "What do you think about modern music?"

"I haven't really tested the upper limits, but I can go global jumping if I want," he said, which was true enough.

She nodded, enjoying the interest he showed. At least she had an interesting story, that was always good she presumed. It was always interesting to see peoples reactions, too. She actually was surprised he believed her. Usually, she had to provide a newspaper article and explain it in more detail. She chuckled and nodded, “Thanks, I suppose. It has been an adjustment but I enjoy this century.” 

She nodded again, “Yeah, most of the music was classical. We had a few other songs, like Camptown Races, Molly Do You Love Me,” she shrugged, “there was other music. It all kind of was based on the general classical, though.” She chuckled, “I missed a good century or so of everything.” Talk about culture shock. Good question, though. She wasn’t entirely sure, “I am not sure. I do not really listen to it. Some songs are enjoyable, though.” 

She nodded, “Oh, I see. Global jumping? Can you jump into another country? That is amazing!”