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Flying Lettuce and Carnivorous Lattes [Open]

🧙 WHO: Stephanie Brown and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: A quest and some failed cloning
🕒 WHEN: Beginning of November
🗺️ WHERE: Out and about
⚠️ WARNINGS: None anticipated

#DoppleDinner
It's probably rude to try to magically duplicate your latte inside the cafe you bought it from. That isn't stopping Steph, but she at least has the decency to be covert about it. She sits in a corner facing the wall as she works with the potions, both magical and espresso-based.

She does manage to create more lattes. 3 large ceramic "for here" mugs, steaming fresh. But when she reaches to pick one up, a fanged mouth opens beneath the handle and chomps down on her hand.

She yelps in surprise as much as in pain and jumps to her feet as the other two mugs turn to snarl at her, eyes like chips in the glaze opening to glare. They jump at her, leaving the original beverage behind and spilling scalding coffee in the process.

#DoppleDinner Take 2
Steph doesn't really mind having a clone. At least, she didn't mind it once they were able to successfully clone her coffee without making it attack her. Now she has coffee and someone to joke around with while she wanders the city. This situation is ripe for pranks, but she'll need a little time to think of them. And since she doubts the spell will last, she's out looking for inspiration.

She chats with herself as they walk, plotting how best to use this strange circumstance to their advantage. They only wish they had matching outfits for extra fun. Instead one has a dusty green blouse on and the other a gray shirt. Maybe they should drop in on a friend, or stop by their boyfriend's place...

Flappy Veg
The name "Butterfly Lettuce" grabbed Steph immediately when she saw it on the Quest Board. She absolutely had to see such a ridiculous creature, and stopping poachers seemed like a pretty simple way to spend a few afternoons.

Happy and carefree as she looks as she patrols the areas the lettuce can be found, her eyes and ears are peeled for human (or humanoid) movement. She can even chat with a partner while she works, though she keeps her voice down to a library-appropriate volume. She's used to patrolling a major city, she can multitask in an open field.

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You ever have one of those days when you come out of the backyard, into the training room, only to discover two of your girlfriend coming in the other entrance?

Well, first time for everything.

Morgan took exactly one moment to process. Okay -- neither of the Stephs looked angry, they weren't fighting, they seemed comfortable with each other's presence. This wasn't some thing where he had to shoot the Steph that didn't say, 'you have to shoot us both to be sure!'.

So a joke was safe.

"Did Christmas come early this year, or is this a late birthday present?"

Both Stephs think for a moment.

"Happy Thanksgiving?" they suggest at the same time, making them both laugh.

"Don't ask her to hold anything important though," the Steph in green notes, pointing to her copy. "She might vanish unexpectedly."

The Steph in gray shrugs. She figures they're the same person, so she shouldn't worry about not existing. She'll just exist a few feet away, right? Besides, they probably don't have time for an existential crisis. May as well enjoy herself instead.

"I have a lot to give thanks for, clearly." Morgan had a sly smile on, but don't think for a second he was defenseless -- he kept glancing between the two of them, just waiting for the impish mischief to come rolling his way. After all, what better partner in crime could she ask for than herself?

Their smiles are just as sly. He won't have to wait long. They cross the room to meet him, perfectly innocent.

"So, what should we do today?" Asks the Steph in green.

"We could go out for a really expensive lunch," suggests the other jokingly. Even if they did want to go out, it probably wouldn't be for anything that cost money. Steph is too money-conscious to even make her boyfriend pay double for her.

"Hey now. Just because I don't want a girl who only wants me for my money doesn't mean I'm adverse to using it on a girl. Or two. How do we count you guys anyway?" But hey, if they were gonna move in, Morgan had no objection to stepping right up to put one arm around each waist.

Each of her manages to subtly slip just out of his reach. They maintain that innocent look.

"And just because you've got money doesn't mean I want to waste it," counters the Steph in green.

"It depends what you're counting, don't you think?" the Steph in gray asks her clone. The other Steph shrugs.

"I'd say it's pretty simple. We're both me, as far as I can tell." The Steph in gray nods her agreement.

"There's just two of us."

Oh. It's gonna be like that, huh.

"Taking a girl to a meal is never a waste, and how am I supposed to count perfection when it's doubled? That's like -- double infinity." Morgan held his hands up by his head to flick his fingers open wide. Mind bloooooown.

"Infinity comes in different sizes, you know," points on the Steph in green.

"I think he wants to look like a playboy," the Steph in gray suggests, covering for the fact that they don't know anything else about the sizes of infinity. It was something Barbara said once, and she was definitely not paying attention.

"Wow," says the green Steph, mock-offended. "Two pretty girls on his arm, like that's a good thing?"

"I dunno, boys might not realize it just makes them look like jerks," the gray Steph guesses with a shrug. They make a point to stay on opposite sides of him while they quip back and forth to each other, just to make things extra difficult for him.

"Want to look like a playboy?" Fists on his hips, Morgan did his best to project his indignation in two directions at once. "I'm an unmarried billionaire who looks like THIS, I'm a dictionary definition of one. Besides, if the girls want to be on my arm, isn't that a lot more important than random opinions of the uninvolved public?"

The Steph in green waits until he's looking the other way to drop on his shoulder from behind, chin resting on her crossed arms.

"A fair point," she concedes.

"But it depends on us wanting to go out," the other Steph adds, trading a mischievous look with her clone.

"That's true," Morgan said, facing the grey Steph while caaasually trying to slip his arm back and capture green Steph properly. "And it's pretty obvious that I'm outvoted in anything we try to do, as if I weren't utterly in your power anyway."

Green Steph decides to let him catch her this time, while her counterpart crosses her arms.

"Hey, this is a democratic relationship. It can't be helped that my vote counts more than yours."

"Am I to be a victim of the whims of the majority then?" He couldn't even pretend to be afraid or downtrodden, not when the majority in question was this hot. "Will my basic human rights be protected?"

"No promises," the Steph in green murmurs right in his ear.

"I'm sure we can find a way to compromise," adds the other, drifting closer. Her hands are clasped behind her back, her expression that of utmost innocence.

Utmost innocence was the most suspicious attitude of all! Morgan knew because of how many times HE adopted that!

The girls were doing an excellent job of giving him goosebumps, though. "Well, you know... it's always easier to accomplish what you want when everyone's on the same page."

"But where's the fun if there's no challenge?" she asks, quite reasonably.

The Steph in green pulls a hand out from under her chin to walk her fingers casually across the back of his neck and shoulders.

"You seem distracted. Something on your mind?"

What a wicked, evil woman. Women? Fully willing to take advantage of what she did to him, without a moment of shame.

He liked that. A lot.

"Several somethings. Or maybe just two somethings. Or maybe just a challenge. You tell me, your power over my thoughts is endless after all."

Willing to take advantage, and delighted by how easy it is.

The Steph in gray takes a step and leans forward, looking up at him from just a handful of inches away.

"I think I feel like staying in today." Her eyes flick briefly to her clone. "What do you think?"

The Steph in green hums thoughtfully.

"Yeah, me too."

"Well, I can get behind that," Morgan said, a little breathlessly. "But you know, I take my exercise seriously, so I hope you don't mind getting some physical exertion in while we're staying in..."

The Steph in gray slowly smiles.

"That's good. I was hoping to get in a thorough workout today."

"We both were," adds the other in a tone that says checkmate. The game is far from over, but she wants to take a moment to revel in the fact that she can outnumber him.

Hey, she outnumbered him already! She had two legs and there was only one of him!

"Well." He traced a finger in idle circles over the waist of the Steph he was holding, smiling down at the other. "I'd be happy to teach you a couple of stances that are good when facing multiple opponents..."

That response gives Steph goosebumps of her own. The one in green, having already taken one loss by letting Morgan catch her, pulls out of his hold to even the score.

"Great," she exclaims, dancing backwards toward the stairs with a wicked grin.

"Sounds like a plan," adds the Steph in gray, straightening and stepping back with the exact same expression.

As fun as it was to have her keep him off-balance and on edge, he was glad he could have some effect in return. With great effort, he suppressed the part of himself that wanted to just grab them both and hurry, and instead folded his arms behind his head as he took slow steps towards the stairs himself. "I love it when a plan comes together."

Steph knows he could play her like a fiddle if he wanted to. For the sake of her pride she tries not to let it show. Instead both Stephs make their way upstairs as casually as can be.

That lasts about to the top of the stairs, where they both wait for Morgan to catch up with them so they can drag him into the bedroom.

As had been surprisingly often the case, they were on the same wavelength, because no sooner did he catch up with them than he moved to practically haul them into the bedroom himself. Well, can't fault any of them for enthusiasm!

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Flying Lettuce and Carnivorous Lattes [Open]

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