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metalogs2022-12-17 10:21 pm
eggplanting) wrote in metalogs2022-12-17 10:21 pm
(closed) you better watch out. you better watch out
Who: Steph Brown eggplanting, Bart Allen, Cass Cain, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon-El, Jon Kent
What: Slumber party with the DC vigilante/hero kids
When: Mid-December
Where: Bart's farm in Little Love
Content Warnings: hopefully none!
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged, as is vaguely waving our hands at the concept of linear time so that we don't have to think too hard about logistics
'Twas thenight week before Christmas, when all through the house...
Pretty much everyone was stirring, because there's a party to enjoy.
Calling it a party may be a slight stretch, when there's really only a handful of them and they're not going to get up to anything more intense than playing Mario Kart and watching movies from the 90s, but Steph thought that labeling it a sleepover might sound a little immature. The idea had percolated over the last few weeks; there's a good handful of them now, from roughly the same universe, but not all of them know each other well, and while Steph might not be as tactically minded as someone like Tim, it had seemed sensible that they do a little team building.
Also, it should be fun. That's very important.
With Bart being the only one living in a space that could actually be considered a house, she'd reached out to ask if he'd be cool with hosting, and had sent out texts to the rest of their friends once she had his approval. Not being a jerk, she'd also promised to swing by early to help set up, for all the set up that needs to be done when a handful of people in their twenties hang out. Mostly it involved grabbing a few extra bean bags, setting up the TV and game consoles, and adding a few seasonally appropriate holiday decorations.
The invitation texts served the secondary purpose of assigning everyone some kind of snack or beverage to bring, most of it falling into typical junk food fare. Chips and dip, soda, pizza rolls, pretzels (the soft variety, of course), mozzarella sticks, popcorn. People are welcome to get fancier, but she'd mostly suggested things they could eat as is, or food that's easy to pop in the oven. This isn't a gala thrown by Bruce, after all. And with none of them being particularly big drinkers, she'd just told everyone it was BYOB if they want to get alcohol involved in their evening.
It's unlikely any of them would want to get wasted. While they're all strictly off duty for the evening, 'drunken misadventures' isn't really the vibe Steph is going for with this whole thing; it's meant to be a relaxing, fun evening, where they can eat, watch movies, and get into unnecessarily heated arguments about video games before crashing wherever they can find a soft surface at the end of the night. As if they're normal young adults and not a gaggle of traumatized vigilantes and lab experiments.
Later in the evening, after they've all poured outside to make s'mores around an improvised firepit, she'll probably break out some silly party games, like Never Have I Ever, or worse, card games like Uno. Because nothing says fun like arguing over whether it's morally right to use two skips in a row.
Some people just want to watch the world burn.
eggplanting, Bart Allen, Cass Cain, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon-El, Jon KentWhat: Slumber party with the DC vigilante/hero kids
When: Mid-December
Where: Bart's farm in Little Love
Content Warnings: hopefully none!
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged, as is vaguely waving our hands at the concept of linear time so that we don't have to think too hard about logistics
'Twas the
Pretty much everyone was stirring, because there's a party to enjoy.
Calling it a party may be a slight stretch, when there's really only a handful of them and they're not going to get up to anything more intense than playing Mario Kart and watching movies from the 90s, but Steph thought that labeling it a sleepover might sound a little immature. The idea had percolated over the last few weeks; there's a good handful of them now, from roughly the same universe, but not all of them know each other well, and while Steph might not be as tactically minded as someone like Tim, it had seemed sensible that they do a little team building.
Also, it should be fun. That's very important.
With Bart being the only one living in a space that could actually be considered a house, she'd reached out to ask if he'd be cool with hosting, and had sent out texts to the rest of their friends once she had his approval. Not being a jerk, she'd also promised to swing by early to help set up, for all the set up that needs to be done when a handful of people in their twenties hang out. Mostly it involved grabbing a few extra bean bags, setting up the TV and game consoles, and adding a few seasonally appropriate holiday decorations.
The invitation texts served the secondary purpose of assigning everyone some kind of snack or beverage to bring, most of it falling into typical junk food fare. Chips and dip, soda, pizza rolls, pretzels (the soft variety, of course), mozzarella sticks, popcorn. People are welcome to get fancier, but she'd mostly suggested things they could eat as is, or food that's easy to pop in the oven. This isn't a gala thrown by Bruce, after all. And with none of them being particularly big drinkers, she'd just told everyone it was BYOB if they want to get alcohol involved in their evening.
It's unlikely any of them would want to get wasted. While they're all strictly off duty for the evening, 'drunken misadventures' isn't really the vibe Steph is going for with this whole thing; it's meant to be a relaxing, fun evening, where they can eat, watch movies, and get into unnecessarily heated arguments about video games before crashing wherever they can find a soft surface at the end of the night. As if they're normal young adults and not a gaggle of traumatized vigilantes and lab experiments.
Later in the evening, after they've all poured outside to make s'mores around an improvised firepit, she'll probably break out some silly party games, like Never Have I Ever, or worse, card games like Uno. Because nothing says fun like arguing over whether it's morally right to use two skips in a row.
Some people just want to watch the world burn.
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he catches it as it bounces off, though, glance lifting to her face as he smiles sheepishly. ] Oh, thanks. [ he just holds it over the fire to toast it, of course, because there are much stupider uses for invulnerability than delicious roasty marshmallows. ]
I, um.. haven't really done anything like this before. [ not with people relatively close to his age, anyway, and not in years. there aren't a lot of farm parties in the 31st century. ] Thanks for inviting me.
[ he pulls the marshmallow out of the fire and sticks it in his mouth, teeth scraping any melty marshmallow off his thumb and index finger. ]
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She has to pop her own marshmallow on a stick to roast, although she'd absolutely just use her hands if she was invulnerable.]
If it makes you feel any better, none of us have really done anything like this. We're just a weird collection of different After School Specials.
[Most of them didn't have normal childhoods or normal life experiences. It's just how it is, so Jon fits right in.]
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I guess I just mean.. [ he trails off, head tilting a little uncertainly, not quite sure what he's trying to say. ] It's hard to meet people at home. [ with his identity being out there, that is. ] Well, there's Jay, but you know. In general.
[ a beat, and he perks back up, changing the subject. ] Anyway. Are you planning anything for New Year's? Other than bat-related work.
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Well, sometimes she can be, which is why she's refrained from saying anything snarky and is instead giving Jon a chance to explain himself, if he can.]
I get it.
[Gently, but she can recognize a topic change when she sees one, and will graciously allow it to work.]
Probably actual work. A bar isn't the sort of place that closes for New Year's. [It's tragic.] But me an' Cass might find something fun to do if we have the time. What about you? Gonna go watch the Ball Drop? Does that happen here?
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the explanation earns a sympathetic glance, which quickly becomes a curious one as she mentions cass. ] Are you guys really close, then? [ .. dating? going out on new year's with just one other person seems like a date activity.
speaking of: ] I'm not really sure. [ he sidles closer to take another marshmallow to toast. ] If I was at home, Jay and I would probably make plans to go out, especially since it'd be our first New Year's together. Here, though..? [ he spreads the hand that isn't holding the marshmallow in a shrug. ] I might just work, I guess. There's always crazy stuff happening on holidays. [ which she knows as well as he does. ]
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[Steph is an idiot, sometimes, and doesn't quite catch all the layers of the question, answering it fairly simply. There's totally nothing going on!! They're just best friends!!
Her marshmallow catching on fire is a good distraction, since she has to blow it out before it gets too crispy.]
Aw, it sucks he's not here, New Year's was so much fun when I was a teenager. [Girl you're twenty, not forty.] If you end up on patrol, you can give us a call so you're not alone.
[It's not the same as his boyfriend being around, but it's better than nothing.]
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then again, maybe they really are just friends, and they don't see anything romantic about going out together on new year's eve.
he brightens at the offer, eating the next marshmallow and burning the residue off his fingers again. ]
That could be fun. Dick's the last person I worked with just doing regular patrolling. [ for obvious reasons, he doesn't regularly get to partner up with people unless it's really an emergency. and even if it's just chatting while she works at her job and he patrols, it's still better than being alone with his thoughts. ] Do you guys stick to Central?
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I'll talk to Tim about getting you an earbud, if he hasn't already given you one.
[They could talk to him easily enough, but it'd be better if he can talk back, and more secure than using their phones.]
But we mostly stick to Central, yup. Although Cass can do her shadow thing, so teleporting isn't off the table, it's just kinda weird. I never really did the team stuff when I started out, so I'm getting used to working with people who have powers.
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his easy smile returns a moment later. ] That's okay, though. I mean, I worked with the Legion while I was in the future, and there's a lot of them, so I got used to adapting to whoever I was with.
[ he knows how to work in a team, and he likes working in a team, so even if she's not sure, he's happy to be patient until she gets comfortable. ]
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[The actual teleporting itself, that is. The concept of having powers is also a lot, but that's a whole other conversation. Mostly she's just lamenting how unpleasant teleporting is, because she can.]
You know, I've always wondered what is it with Kryptonians and the future? They can't get enough of you guys there.