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second hat | action

Who: Ivy and Lyall, Elian, Helene and Kara respectively
When: Multiple days over the end of December and beginning of January
Where: Expresso Yourself, later accidentally in the Dead District
What: Ivy meets other Numbers Club members face to face--mostly on purpose. (Sub-threads in the comments)

It's taken some help from Artie, but Ivy thinks she's starting to understand Locke City geography (or is it geology?) well enough to start going places on her own, without needing her little grandson--which is how she still thinks of him, no matter how big he's gotten--to give her a ride in his schoolbus.

Which is good. She does love him, but she'd feel a bit awkward if he sat in on her meeting with other Numbers Club members.

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When Ivy goes to meet Mr Lyall at the nice coffee shop she's found, she wears every scrap of silver jewelry she can find. It's not that she doesn't think he's a very nice young man, but one ought to be prepared when it comes to these things.

She also wears her Christmas pulse hat: the canary yellow felt toque with the black currants, black ribbon, and green feathers. He might be a werewolf, but that doesn't mean she oughtn't look her best for him.

Ivy arranges to meet that nice older gentleman at the same coffee shop that she met Mr Lyall at. She dispenses with the silver jewelry this time, since as far as she knows the gentleman she'll be meeting isn't a werewolf.

She keeps her new hat on, though.

It was all so very distressing! Ivy was fairly certain she'd gotten on the right bus to go back to Arthur's apartment, but this didn't look like the right place at all! She was lost, pure and simple, and not in a very nice-looking part of town, either.

She clutches her handbag tightly to her chest.

After her scare in the Dead District, Ivy's almost too nervous to go back on the city busses again. So instead Artie drops her off on the coffee shop early the morning she's supposed to meet with Starfire and she spends the intervening hours sketching out ideas for their costumes.

Soon enough Kara bursts through the door, the breath clouding around her dissipating as she steps into the warm cafe. She idly adjusts the small messenger bag slung across her shoulder as she scans the tables in search of Ivy; spotting what she assumes is her (there aren't very many old ladies in the place at this hour) she strides over, grin only tempered by mild uncertainty.

"Hello! Ms. Bonnet?" she says, opting for the superhero name in her inquiry. It seems like an easy way to ascertain the woman's identity, sort of like a secret code. The thought makes this whole thing seem that much more exciting, despite it normality.

It's not hard to tell which person is Ivy, if just because of all that silver. Silver has a particular smell to it, and not a particularly pleasant one to a werewolf, but it leads him right to her-- and he pauses to blink down at her at the feeling of a new pulse, along with the attendant vision this time, and then to blink again at the feeling of unfamiliarity. " ... miss Ivy?"

It has to be here. Otherwise there would be no reason for the pulse and the vision. But... she looks wrong.

"Check it. Lil' ol lady at four o'clock."

Helene glanced off to the side, arching her brow as she caught sight of the mark. Lil' ol lady, indeed. "I got this," she told the others, pushing herself to her feet and making her way over.

No reason to get rough if you didn't need to, right? So with a warm smile on her face, she came alongside the poor dear. "You look lost, Gramma," she pleasantly said. "Meeting someone?"

Not a werewolf in the slightest. He even prefers the day, though he's never minded a nice full moon.

Elian arrives on time - one might say precisely so, wearing a patterned gold and grey scarf; something he'd asked Lily to look for to help recognize him.

Oooooh, he's British! He hadn't told her that. She wonders if that means the other Ivy was British too or if Mr Lyall is just British now?

Ivy looks up from her muffin to smile tentatively at him. "Yes, that's me!"

Oh, that is a nice scarf! And the gentleman wearing it is about her age too. Maybe it's her friend from the Network? She did tell him she'd be wearing her Christmas hat so he'd know her when he saw her.

"Yoohoo!" she calls, waving enthusiastically to the gentleman.

"Oh," Ivy says, blinking at the friendly young lady who's just appeared. "I don't think I'm your grandmother. I mean, I think you're a little young to be one of my grandchildren, but you're not quite young enough to be a great grandchild either, you see. Also, most of my family's in Texas, unless Artie did something he isn't telling me about."

Ivy smiles broadly. "Starfire! I'm so glad to see you. Look, I've started sketching already!"

She motions Kara to sit down and then pushes the notebook at her. Kara will see a bunch of variations on super hero outfits in it. The one thing they all have in common is that they have awfully fancy hats.

"Randall Lyall. You, er. Are not at all how I envisioned...." Which sounds so rude, and he suppresses little wince at himself. Maybe she won't notice, or maybe she will and she'll swat him like his own grandmother might have, were she still about.

Moving on then.... "May I join you?"

"Really?" Ivy blinks away the pulse. "That's funny, I recognized you right away, Professor. You are a professor, right? I think you were one before, I want to call you that ever since I recognized you just now, aren't these things funny?"

Oh right. "Of course you can." She points to the chair on the other side of the table.

Babbling already. Helene managed to keep her smile by gritting her teeth, shaking her head. "'salright, I don't even have a Gramma. But we could pretend for a little bit, if you want. Y'know, since I don't think anyone else is running up to help you."

They knew better than to interfere with a Key.

Helene, that's not a sign of distress. That's Granny Curry being herself.

"Are you going to help me get home?" Ivy asks hopefully. She looks the girl up and down. Rough-looking and a little young, but Artie was still single and the girl did want to pretend to be her grandchild for some reason. "You know, I do have a grandson here in Locke. He's very muscular and even has a steady job." These days, anyway.

And that is certainly a...hat.

Once he's called, Elian spots her in a flash and starts to make his way over with a smile. "Miss Ivy, I presume."

"I'm a teacher. Professor is usually reserves for teaching at the university, and I teach at the high school." He settles into the seat opposite hers, trying not to examine her too closely. "I suppose the other one might be a professor...."

He looks a bit plaintive when he adds, questioning: "His name is Randall Lyall, too?" He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. A lot of the others have the same names as their "other people", too.

She takes the offered seat, quickly scooting it over so that she's sitting right next to Ivy with an excellent view of the designs. Her eyes widen in delight as she flips through the notebook and drinks in the pictures, grin becoming more and more exuberant as she goes on.

"Oh, these are quite amazing! I don't think that I could pick a favorite. Did you do all of these just now?"

Ivy shakes her head. "Not all! Some of them I did in the last couple days. You really like them? Oh! Have you got to the bit where I'm trying out color combinations?" She used colored pencil for that. "Part of me thinks I ought to do mine in orange and green like Artie's costume, but the other part of me wants to do it to match my Christmas hat--and part of me also wants to try it in mint green and candy pink!" Because that is definitely a superior color combination.

Okay, so there is one other thing they have in common besides hats: the costumes in question are all very, very gaudy.

She beams back at him. "Oh yes! And you'd be Mr Elian, wouldn't you? Please sit down." She indicates the chair on the other side of hers.

"I don't know," Ivy says thoughtfully. "The other-me just thought of him as 'Professor Lyall.' I don't know if she ever knew his first name. Why aren't I what you expected?"

Oh, it's babbling. Just not the kind she likes.

"I could!" And that would be her reaching to take Ivy's hand. Look! They're friends! "And really? Tell me about him."

Keep talking, keep your attention there...

"Well." Lyall feels a little awkward saying it, especially given it could easily come across as rude, but she did ask. "The Ivy the 'other fellow' seemed to be expecting was quite a bit younger. Ivy Tunstell, nee Hisselpenny. Apparently he definitely knew her first name, and possibly knew her before she married, to bother with the maiden name."

"Indeed. It's good to meet you in person." He takes a seat slowly, easing himself down in to it. Joints are acting up, just a bit; clearly he needs to look in to getting a bit more...medication. "How are you enjoying the city so far?"

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