trans_9 | What's Your Fantasy? [Closed]

Punchy reads everyone's thoughtful responses to his pressing question on the omnicomm.

And promptly ignores them.

Hooking up the media library and the Sensoriums to make a Broadway production of Wicked isn't difficult. What is difficult is Punchy's insistence on getting dressed up the old-fashioned way. An insistence that doesn't, in fact, translate to any skill whatsoever when it comes to knotting a tie or getting the buttons in the right holes of a suit jacket. It takes him a grand total of nearly two hours to figure out the stupid tie. Thankfully, being a superhero comes with inhuman amounts of patience with one's self.

Having finally gotten all gussied up for his big night, Punchy waits on a bench outside a replica theatre. He's even set the weather just perfect - a starry night with just the slightest occasional breeze (so he may need to, in an ever so manly fashion, lend her his jacket) and a crowd of enthused socialites waiting at the box office, muttering 'peas and carrots' over and over.

He even left the Puppet at home.

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"Wouldn't offer it if I did." That's a bald-faced lie. He totally would. "'Sides...it's raining."

Maxine giggles faintly. "Yeah, I guess it is," she says. She knows he can control how it is in here-- or, at least, is pretty sure; she doesn't know if there's any randomization programmed into the setting, and that might be an interesting concept to explore, actually-- but she doesn't mind. She pulls the jacket a little closer. "Thank you. This will keep me a little dryer. Are you ready to go?"

"Whenever you are. Don't let me rush you none, dig?" As they step into the rain Punchy uses his awesome Sensorium powers to keep his hair from turning into a wet soppy helmet, and reaches an arm around to pull Maxine close.

Blushing faintly, Maxine lets herself get pulled in, and leans slightly against him as they walk.

"This was nice, Punchy," she admits, and smiles up at him. "Thank you so much for doing all of this for me."

"Seems like you deserved it." He rubs her arm a little, gentle and way too stoked to have her body pressed up against his. Oh hells yes, he is touching a girl.

After a moment, when they are both sopping wet, he leans in to try and kiss her. It's just too bad he can't do this upside down a la Spider-Man. That would be dope.

Maxine blushes at the comment, but leans into him a little more. She doesn't mind.

The girl all but squeaks when he leans in, and her face heats up and comes close to matching her hair-- but carefully and shyly, she leans up to meet him and give him an embarrassed kiss. Not quite as romantic as she would have imagined it-- but still pretty close.

And suddenly a string orchestra.

No, really. It's the Sensoriums. They can do whatever they want. So there's a string orchestra playing over loudspeakers as they kiss.

It is possible that all this is overkill.

Unfortunately for Punchy, that manages to make Maxine giggle enough that she breaks their kiss. She thinks it's sweet and romantic and all, but it is a little over the top. On the bright side, he does her a big hug for the effort.

"Just like the movies," she says. She sure sounds happy with it.

Oh come on. Movies would have a fade to black and then they'd wake up in a nice hotel the next morning with sheets that go up to her chest but his waist.

But this is almost as good. "We can do this again sometime."

Keep trying, Punchy.

"Definitely," Maxine agrees with a happy smile. "This was really nice. Thank you."

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