City breakfast ((open))

[Golem]

It was cold, freezing almost, even though there was no snow.
Elias shuddered inwardly, when he stepped out of the wind and into some random bistro place. New York was still kind of new for him, even though he was starting to get used to things by now. His apartment had started to feel like a place to be. Not home, because that was a big word of sorts but ... nice.

He still had some money, enough to get along for another couple of weeks, two months maybe, including the rent for his flat. He usually didn´t spend more than necessary and still didn´t look like it. Casual clothing, but not poorish. Still, he would need a job soon, if he wanted to stay and he had decided that New York was interesting enough a place to be for the time being.
He chose a place near the middle of the bistro and ordered a breakfast and a newspaper, then started to skim the page with job anouncements.

[Odin]

((OOC: This takes place the morning after "Interviews."))

::Odin stepped into the bistro for a cup of coffee and a few moments to think. Not only had he gone back on the road and returned to work, but he had applied for a job in marketing, one that would provide a steady sense of income...and less reason and ability to travel. There were mutants in Manhattan, hundreds of them, and yet it was different to him. He had not remained stationary since his graduation from University, spending his life living out of a suitcase, never staying anywhere more than a week or two. He'd be surprised if he remembered how to keep house. The hotel was fine for now, but he would need to move eventually.

Combined with this was the fact that it was Manhattan, and his last time here had involved him bleeding to death in an alley in Harlem. That had been far from his finest hour. Blind, shivering, out of his senses, and huddled on the ground. He could still feel that burning in the back of his brain, and he didn't think he'd ever recover from his fear of spiked boots.

Immediately after stepping into the bistro, his sense alerted him to the presence of another mutant. He turned his head in the direction of another man, a few years older than him. He focused on his genes: controlling all forms of rocks. Impressive. Taking a seat near the other man, he ordered his coffee and cleaned his glasses with a tissue.::

[Golem]

Watching people was a habit for Elias that rooted less in necessity but more in a general interest and curiosity of what people were like. He was a traveller, he had seen many people but it never became boring to watch them. Imagine what their names were, where they lived, where they came from and what their dreams were. I boyish game maybe, but entertaining, especially when wanting to pass time. Like story telling, just on a different level.

Therefore, the young mutant entering the place did not pass his attention. Golem took in his outer appearance, not knowing he was a mutant as well, as he had no senses that would tell him so. He could be, he thought wondering, the way he moved and looked around. Was there alertness to it that resulted from some sort of waryness against others? Could be a mutant, or could not. When the other man settled down near him, he gave him a short nod. "Morning." he said briefly but in a friendly way, following another habit - that of being friendly around others, even strangers, even though that friendlyness had nothing to do with naiveness or instant trust. Just a habit of a man who had grown up in a closely knit country community.

[Odin]

::Odin replaced his glasses on the bridge of his nose. At the greeting, he realized that he had caught the attention of the other man. Always ready for a conversation with another mutant, he returned the nod.:: "Good morning."

[Golem]

It was usually a more interesting choice to talk to someone if the alternative was sitting alone and brooding over a newspaper. Elias folded it and placed it aside, but before he did so ripped out a somewhat promising job anouncement of a building company. He had worked in that job before and being good with stones could help a lot. It was no interesting job but granted money. He would check that out later and see if it was agreeable. Or maybe the next day, he didn´t feel like deciding over that yet.

He messily folded the piece of paper and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans and moved a litttle on the bench where he was sitting so that he was now sitting closer to the other table. "Cold out there, isn´t it?" he asked, his Scottish accent not as thick as it had been once but clearly there. He didn´t know the stranger and small talk was always the easiest way to build up a conversation.

[Odin]

::Odin did not mind small talk; he could learn quite a bit about another person through it. Most notably, the other man was a Scottish immigrant. He was also alone, although not necessarily a loner. And from the section where he had torn the page from his newspaper, currently unemployed. Quite possibly he had reached Manhattan fairly recently.:: "It's winter's way of exerting her dominance, letting us know she has full control for the next few months."

[Golem]

Elias grinned a boyish smile at that. "I didn´t know winter was a woman." he said, amused by the other man´s choice of words.

[Odin]

::Odin made a gesture, as though supporting his claim as fact.:: "Seasons, vehicles, they all tend to be women. Haven't you noticed?"

[Golem]

"In paintings and adversting they often are." Elias agreed, still smiling."because that means they are prettie to watch Depends on the counry however and their languages." He took a sip of his coffee.

[Odin]

::The other man's good humor and insight was welcome to Odin and he smirked.:: "Advertising speaks to us all, capturing our hearts and minds. In America, at least."

[Golem]

Golem set down the cup. "Not just in America." he said, leaning back. "You´re from here?" he asked casually.

[Odin]

::Odin picked up his coffee and sipped from it, earning himself an additional moment to answer. He detested the long-term effects of that serum; he could feel that compulsion to answer this man's question, despite the fact that he was a stranger.:: "No, but I live here now."

[Golem]

Elias wasn´t sure, but he had the feeling that the stranger was reluctant to answer his question. It had been intended as small talk as well, but still... maybe he was just the secretive type. He nodded. "Same here." he said. "I travelled a lot. I still do."

[Odin]

"Internationally," ::Odin supplied for the other man, with another sip of his coffee. He should have taken the espresso shot when it had been offered; he'd get a new cup.:: "When did you leave Scotland?"

[Golem]

Elias crooked a smile. The other man was a good observer, he noted. But then again, his accent was rather different from an American´s. "Years ago." he said. "I was still a boy." Or at least not yet grown up. He noticed that, once more, he had missed to introduce himself. It tended to happen when he met new people and he usually only remembered later that this wasn´t really polite. "Oh, and my name is Elias by the way." he added, extending a hand.