Owner	Pose
Billy Cranston	Billy Cranston pushed open the heavy metal door of the East Warehouse and stepped inside. The warm buzz of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clatter of pinball machines and the rhythmic thump of a bass-heavy song, hit him immediately. He glanced around, surprised at how packed the place was. It was supposed to be empty. He hadn't expected much of a crowd when he'd come to meet Kimberly, just a quiet place to train, away from prying eyes. But now, it felt like he'd walked into some kind of underground gathering. At the far end of the warehouse, a group of teens dressed in black moved with precise, practiced motions. Their outfits were similar to traditional martial arts gear, but with a modern twist, stylized masks, dark patches sewn in, and flashes of red and gold embroidery. They didn't look like a local gang; they looked like a unit. Billy made his way past the arcade section, scanning the room for Kimberly. The bar was bustling, the bartenders exchanging knowing glances with some of the younger patrons. Before he could move forward, one of the black-clad figures stepped in front of him. The guy was taller than Billy, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. "This is not a place for outsiders," he said, voice low but with a noticeable edge.
Kimberly	This hadn't been quite what Kimberly had in mind, but a little confusion just meant a little improvisation. No morphin, not pushing the limits of their powered forms, but it was a nice enough place for them to get practiced. Of course, it was a little bit more involved than what she'd been lead to believe. When she stepped through the doorway? Kimberly had her hair tied back, she was dressed in jeans, a jacket and a bright pink top glimpsed beneath. Hell, she even had a purse to match her top slung over one shoulder. A blink as she took in the sight and she actually reached for her phone, perhaps intending to look over the info she'd been passed about the place or to messsage Billy. But of course, he was already here. A blink as her ears caught the edge of the conversation, she made to approach, her best disarming smile given. "Hey! Billy! It's super loud in here, huh?"
Billy Cranston	Billy's eyes darted to Kimberly as she approached, relief washing over him briefly before he turned his attention back to the guy blocking his way. "Yes, I can confirm that the noise level is significantly higher than what I had anticipated, but I suppose that is to be expected in a space designed for, well, recreational and social activities of this magnitude," he said, nervously adjusting the sleeve of his jacket. His voice was even, but there was a slight tremble to his hands as they fidgeted at his sides. The guy crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he sized Billy up. "I don't care about noise. What I care about is why you're here," he said again, voice low and deliberate, a note of impatience cutting through the din around them. Billy felt his throat tighten; the air seemed thinner, and the chatter of the warehouse's patrons felt distant, as if he were being wrapped in a bubble that only amplified the tension in front of him. "I'm here to meet a friend," Billy said, each word carefully measured. "We had an agreement to discuss..." He paused, glancing at Kimberly who was close enough to hear, but far enough that their conversation didn't feel like a shared moment. "... certain strategic concepts related to..." He broke off again, the man's sharp gaze urging him on. Billy's pulse quickened. "I mean, just a casual conversation, really. No interruption to your, um, organization's operations." The man didn't move, but his stare didn't waver, and Billy could feel the weight of every second stretching out. Billy swallowed, glancing over at Kimberly, "I'm just here to meet someone," Billy replied, trying to sound casual. The figure's gaze shifted briefly to Kimberly and back to Billy. "Who?" he demanded.
Kimberly	Here for five minutes and already they'd found someone who wanted to pick a fight. Figures. But this was a public space with multiple people who could probably get caught in the middle if things escalated to violence. Even without all the skill the Morphing grid offered, the pair were enhanced enough that things could get dangerous and...well, trying to prevent things from escalating was Zordon's whole deal. "Me." The interjection was quick, Kimberly's hand moved to grasp Billy's sleave as she defaulted back to a stratergy that she'd used more than once in the halls of Angel Grove high. Be so bright, in a hurry and happy that people didn't have time to argue. "And we're here to plan a christmas surprise for his girlfriend, so we've got to find a table, some drinks and get planning! S'cuse me..." And with that she was trying to move past the guy before he'd have a chance to interject, disengage and just move them deeper in. "C'mon Billy."
Billy Cranston	Billy felt the tug on his sleeve and turned his head to see Kimberly stepping in with an easy confidence. The abrupt pivot in conversation caught him off guard, but he couldn't help the flush of relief that crept up his neck. He glanced at the man in black, whose brow furrowed in confusion before it shifted into a wary look of recognition. Billy took a shallow breath, eyes darting between the two as he adjusted to the new direction. "Thank you, Kimberly," he said in a low voice, the words sincere but laced with the tension of the moment. "I'm not accustomed to situations like this." He felt the tightness in his chest ease, just slightly, as they started moving forward. "Your intervention has diverted the potential for escalation." As they made their way deeper into the warehouse, Billy allowed himself a moment of quiet gratitude. "I'll need to analyze this situation later," he muttered, more to himself. "But for now, I am going to prioritize the immediate goal, which, as you stated, is finding a suitable space to coordinate our activities."
Kimberly	Kimberly herself did let out a little sigh of relief before she nodded, the noise offering camoflague for the pair as she walked and they moved to find a table or space to oneside. "Yeah...a 'warehouse with a training space' was how this was sold to me. I didn't think it would be full of angry people, drunks and...ninjas?" A shake of her head, she folds her hands, a little frustrated sigh and a stretch of her limbs as she bent back just enough to tilt her head to the ceiling. "My bad...I guess this is kinda a bust, huh?"'
Billy Cranston	Billy watched her expression shift from frustration to resignation and felt the need to offer some sense of normalcy. "Given the unexpected variables present, this situation deviates significantly from the expected outcome based on prior intelligence," he said, adjusting his glasses. "However, the presence of numerous interactive recreational facilities can still be leveraged." His voice was steady, despite the underlying tension. He looked around, eyes catching sight of a Mortal Kombat arcade near the wall, its screen flickering with a fierce battle in progress. "Perhaps this is an opportunity," he suggested, nodding in the direction of the game. "A brief diversion may be beneficial." Billy smiled, the expression small but genuine. "I challenge you to a match," he continued, pointing to the arcade. "I'll select Sub-Zero." He felt a spark of excitement at the prospect.
Kimberly	"An...arcade game?" Kimberly actually blinks, a tilt of her head for a moment as if she thought the idea somewhere between amusing and a little silly...but still she moved towards the device with a little shake of her head. "Alright, fine...but I'm fairly sure this is more Zach's thing than mine. You'll have to show me how to play then."