September SOL and Dreamshare stuff (ota with some closed prompts!)

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Who: Doreen Green eatsnutsandkicksbutts (plus Jason and Bart in some closed prompts)
What: Slice of life September stuff! Plus Dreamshare
When: throughout September
Where: Central City, Little Love
Content Warnings: mention of animal death and asphyxiation in the nightmarish Dreamshare prompts




Rooftop hangouts - OTA!

[ Things in Central haven't been too crazy lately, but it still hasn't been a great time to be a conspicuously visible, Unaligned meta. On the bright side, since it's September, that means it's officially Sweater Weather, and by god Doreen is going to take whatever downtime she has and friggin' chill.

You can catch Doreen hanging out on the rooftop of a nearby building at sunset, (giant cozy sweater on, tail out and headband engaged, secret identity intact!), drinking some apple cider and snacking on trail mix. She is, of course, flanked by a small posse of squirrels, with Tippy perched on her shoulder. ]

Y'know, I'm gonna miss being able to generate this stuff when we go back. Saves a lot of money.

"Chht chk chutt chik!"

No, I'm not saying you guys have been breaking the bank, I'm just saying it's been convenient.

[ Feel free to interrupt! ]


DREAMSHARE! (also OTA!)

[ If you stumble into Doreen's dreams tonight, you might run into a couple of scenarios:

• You might find her on the moon, sitting on the enormous, purple shoulder of Galactus the World-Eater, staring down at the earth in the distance. Doreen's smiling fondly at a trading card in her hand, and gives the side of Galactus's helmet a friendly nudge. ("Aw, this was really nice to revisit! I'm glad we worked things out, Galactus." "YEAH, ME TOO. IT'S BEEN A PRETTY CHILL HANG.")


• Teenage Doreen, complete with her furry old outfit, is crouched over... well, it can no longer, in good conscience, be called a squirrel. At least, not an alive one. Since it's Doreen dreaming this, the squirrel's body has been pixel-censored out, but it's evident that this was not a natural death, and that she's pretty heartbroken over it.

After a moment, once she's realized that she's dreaming again, teen-Doreen sits up and wipes her eyes, smearing the eye makeup across her face (god, why did she wear so much of it as a teenager!), and takes a deep, steadying breath.

I'm sorry, MJ. You deserved so much better than this, buddy.


• Doreen's fighting... Doreen. Or at least someone who looks exactly like Doreen, apart from the hardened glint in her eyes, and the arsenal of superpowered weaponry that she's equipped with. Allene - that's her clone's name - has Captain America's shield strapped to her back, one of Iron Man's gauntlets, a set of knockoff Doc Ock tentacles sprouting from her backpack, Magneto's helmet, and countless other weapons and gadgets that she's stolen on her rampage.

Doreen's next punch goes right through her double's head like mist, and when she stumbles forward with the momentum, the landscape shifts back to the empty moon, only this time there's no spacesuit, no Galactus, there's no oxygen, and as Doreen falls to her knees, the panic starts to overwhelm her because she can't breathe she can't breathe she can't breathe--! ]

Comments

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Iiiiii... don't remember, I think I just read about it in the news the next day? It wasn't like I was there, but one of our super-dudes can shrink stuff, so that's almost definitely what must've happened!

[ NAILED! IT! ]

[robintohood]

[Jason continues to pretend he doesn't notice Doreen obviously lying]

Wow. Must've been a hell of a sight to see. It sounds almost like it's straight out of a sci-fi movie. And at least the ant was still alive.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ Mission accomplished, as far as she's concerned! ]

It would've been wild to see, yeah! I'm really glad the poor guy was okay. How about you? Are you from around here?

[robintohood]

Nah, not really. I've only been here for a few months. I moved in April.

[Which technically isn't a lie]

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Hey, same hat, I got here around the end of March! So, how crazy is your hometown compared to this? On a scale of 1-10?

[ Look at them, just sidestepping the truth all over the place! ]

[robintohood]

[Nothing but harmless white lies here, right? Right. Jason chuckles a little]

Here's definitely crazier. My home though? I say about 7-ish. It's a city so of course there's gonna be some weirdness with that many people around. How about you? What score would you give your home?

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Oh, gosh. Maybe an 8? I think New York would be at least a baseline 6.5 even without the superheroes and giant monsters running around.

[robintohood]

That sounds about right. Just what is it about that place that just brings out the weirdos? And that's not including superpowers.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

It's like a beacon for existential weirdness. I mean, the mascot fights in Times Square alone!

[robintohood]

Exactly. And god knows what's crawling around in those subway tunnels.

[Which is rich coming from a Gothamite of all people]

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

I've gotta say, there's a disappointing lack of alligators down there. Believe me, I've checked.

[ There are some molemen, but the less said about those jerks, the better! ]

[robintohood]

[Laughs. Also, is that for real or is Doreen joking? Jason decides to test this]

Yeah? You're one of those urban explorers that like to poke around old tunnels and buildings the city's ditched?

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ Unfortunately, Doreen is exactly the type of person who would go looking for subway gators whether or not she had powers! ]

Nah, I mean, those are cool and all, but wouldn't you want to know if your subways had alligators in them? For science? Science and general curiousity?

[robintohood]

[Maybe the next time Killer Croc breaks out of prison...]

More like morbid curiosity. It'd be great to know and see from a distance but I wouldn't wanna get close.

[Partially true but Jason feels confident in fighting Croc if they ever come across each other again]

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

I'm assuming in this case they'd be on the subway tracks, and you'd be up on the platforms, out of harm's way. Gators aren't known for climbing vertical inclines or jumping, right?

[ This is a stretch, but she's enjoying the mental image too much to let it go. She would be delighted by Killer Croc, though! She'd probably try to get the guy a job at a construction company or something. ]

[robintohood]

[Laughs]

Yeah, pretty low to the ground. They're not exactly leggy creatures. Can you imagine them climbing up like a squirrel?

[Yes, that was thrown in casual. Absolutely no ulterior motive]

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ WELP. That gets a reaction! Doreen straight-up flinches, and her grin now has a definite nervous edge to it! ]

H-ha! Yeah! That would be... [ DON'T SAY NUTS, DON'T SAY NUTS ] ... that would be absolutely ridiculous! Even worse, they could be like... like monkeys, which are also small mammals that climb trees! What if gators had opposable thumbs and could use tools! Then they could drive the subway cars!

[ SUCCESSFULLY DIVERTED! ]

[robintohood]

[Jason pretends he's laughing at the mental image and not at Doreen's reaction after he tested her]

Ha. Like a Croc Man? Yeah, that'd be hilarious.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ Doreen totally believes that he's laughing at the mental image; as far as she's concerned, her diversion worked perfectly! ]

Yeah, yeah, exactly! Like the big guy in the hat from the Ninja Turtles!

[robintohood]

[Excellent]

Right. Think there's a real Splinter in those sewers too?

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Nobody's gonna know for sure unless someone investigates, right?

[ this conversation took a huge swerve into absolute nonsense territory! ]

[robintohood]

[It is absolutely ridiculous but it's also letting Jason know what kind of goofy person Doreen really is]

Sounds like a challenge for yourself.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

I went down there once when I was a kid! Sadly, no giant gators, ninja turtles or martial artist rats to be found, but it was kinda fun. Parents weren't very happy about it though.

[robintohood]

[Jason stares in mild surprise]

How young were you?

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

... Ten-ish? Maybe eleven?

Look, all I'm saying is that it people don't want kids to explore the sewers, they shouldn't leave manholes open and unattended.