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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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Now I know why our bottle count's been off, even if it's worth it.
[A sneaky little Super has been raiding the bar.
The comment about drinking with Superman's family definitely warrants a sympathetic look.]
What, the Kents don't think it's funny to give an eight year old a beer? [#sarcasm
and definitely not speaking from experience.] I'm actually kinda surprised they'd care, does alcohol even do anything to you?
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[Which had almost killed him once. That first time he beat only half to death, Superboy Prime had hurt him so badly that his body started cannibalizing itself while trying to self-repair because it couldn't process yellow sunlight fast enough. Whatever organs did that were underdeveloped compared to a pure Kryptonian.]
But it's kind of the principle of the thing. If I have to knock back an entire bottle of something to equal a shot, it's still a shot and I'd still be high octane mega grounded.
Or, let's be real, they'd give me a sad look and I'd just ground myself.
They mean well, though. I never had, like, curfews and stuff before them. Structure. I kinda mostly raised myself.
My friends had to do parts of it, too. I especially drove Tim nuts.
I didn't realize what I was missing until I got it.
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Oh, I get that. School was the only place I had any kinda structure growing up, and that was a Gotham public school...
[So, you know, still not amazing.]
It's cool you're able to have that now. From everything I've heard about them from Kara, they seem like really good people, I'm sure they've set you straight.
[Teasing, just a little.]
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[He laughs.]
Yeah, they kinda did. Especially on that whole "you should go to school" thing.
When Kal brought me to them the first time and I was like, alright, new digs, I already like his parents because we've met, nice. Then they dropped the "you have to go to normal high school" bomb and I almost flew out of there like my butt was on fire.
I know Gotham's worse because I know things get dangerous there, but still, going to school in rural Kansas is exactly the thrill ride you'd expect it to be.
You know, they didn't even bother getting us new health textbooks when some new limitations on what could be in them dropped? The principal and teachers literally went over them all with black markers and crossed the "objectionable material" out.
It's like studying from a CIA file. 'Pregnancy can be avoided with redacted, redacted, redacted, [he suddenly mimes praying and looks upward with a worshipful expression, and says the word almost like he's singing in a church choir] abstinence, [back to a normal tone] redacted, and also redacted.'
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[Steph can play the overly dramatic while also gently teasing game, which is exactly what she's doing now. High school wasn't a terrible thing for her, mostly, but she can definitely see how someone like Kon would chafe at the idea when it was suddenly thrown at him after years of relative freedom.
She can also nod sympathetically about the concept of a Kansas high school, knowing what small towns can be like, and then Kon's own dramatics get a proper laugh out of her.]
They teach us about condoms in Gotham and it didn't do me any good, so I'm sure the abstinence only bullshit is going really well for them.
[She's assuming that Kon knows about her pregnancy, since he was so close with Tim when she was going through all that. Tim probably talked about it, even if he kept names out of it.]
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That was you?
Tim told me about it but it was "my friend went through a thing." I think he was trying to respect your privacy.
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[There's a second of surprise before she laughs; it's not really a secret, just something she doesn't discuss much.]
That was me. I made a few shitty choices when I was a teenager, and my then boyfriend was a total dick.
[Shocking, really.]
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[She deserved not having to deal with that alone.]
That kind of thing is hard. Labor is nooot pretty.
[Even with invulnerability it felt like Lophi was going to break his hand when she was in labor. He'd had to talk her into letting go because their neighbor who'd done some midwifery wasn't home when he'd checked at superspeed and he needed to step in as a reservist.]
[He told her he'd delivered babies before.]
[He just didn't tell her they were baby cows.]
But it's also hard letting go.
[He looks very sad all of a sudden.]
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[There's no reason to go into the unpleasant details, especially since she definitely had a rough time giving birth.
At first, she assumes he's talking from experience on the farm, but that look speaks to more personal experience. She knows so little about Kon, and that was before all the mess with universes resetting and lost memories that Kon and Tim have to deal with.]
It can be, yeah. Did you...?
[She isn't sure exactly how to frame the question, but he'll probably understand what she's getting at.]
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She wasn't mine.
I was stuck in this other dimension for a while. Kinda sucked. I'm still the same after all the reboot stuff because I was there the whole time.
[This is the same Kon. Not some kind of amalgamation of multiple Kons. The same single Kon she always knew.]
While I was there, this pregnant chick took me in. Lophi. It wasn't the kind of world where it was safe for a woman to be alone. So I pretended to be her husband and she gave me somewhere to live. I helped work her farm.
I had to deliver the baby. I couldn't find our neighbor, who was a midwife. And I'd at least delivered some calves so I just kiiinda had to wing it. She let me name her, so I named her after Superman's mom. And then I helped take care of her.
[Which is...parenting. "Helping take care of a baby" is...parenting. He really needs to not think that, though.]
Until Young Justice came. We kicked Lord Opal's sorry butt, so things were safer and they could rebuild there. I finally had a way home. Lophi had her home and I had mine, though, so I had to say goodbye.
I mean...it's not like the kid was mine. [Even though he delivered her, named her, cared for her day in day out for months. Enough that she would recognize him and do little grabby hands at him so he'd hold her.] I just miss her sometimes.
[A lot. Sometimes he misses her a lot.]
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It's not an easy one. There's a happy ending, sure, but that's not always enough.]
It kinda sounds like she was a little bit yours, if you helped take care of her. [If he misses her as much as he seems to.
Steph sets her drink down on the counter and holds her arms up in the offer of a hug. They don't know each other well enough for her to just go for it, but she suspects he could use one.]
I'm sorry you couldn't stay with them.
[It isn't like her situation, where she can only miss the... concept of a daughter, not an actual baby that she cared for and played with and fed and kept safe. Kon lost a person, not just the potential for one.]
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[It's nice of her to be so kind when he used to be a dick to her.]
I know I was a dick to you in the past, when you became Robin, and I'm sorry about that, by the way. In my time, I've gotten to know you a little better and kinda still feel like a tool about it. I've tried to be cooler to future you.
But I never got to apologize to this you before things rebooted and people got their memories back from the different timelines.
Wound up stuck in Gemworld first and then missed the party.
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So she looks surprised, before shaking her head to dismiss both the shock and the apologize.]
It's fine, Kon. Tensions were high, and I'm pretty sure Tim hadn't like, explained anything to you. Being dangled off a building wasn't fun, but it's hardly the worst thing that happened that year.
[Haha.
ha.]