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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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[His tone suggests it's (mostly) a joke.]
And yeah, we can definitely work together more.
I sometimes work with your dad and Kara, it's just -
Things were different back in the day. In the first timeline. It was like, me, your dad, the Steels, and/or the old Supergirl, running around together sometimes. With a few others that came and went. Kinda stopped being as tight-knit after a while.
John retired, Nat sometimes had her own thing going on, the other Supergirl, Linda, just...disappeared. Something bad happened to her, where she was pushed into some no-win thing where she hated the choices she had to make, so she retired.
[He remembers Kal telling him about the letter and the box of stuff she'd left him. Clark had kept some of it, like her uniform, in the fortress. He'd let Kon keep the skateboard, though, felt like a teen might appreciate that memento from his friend the most.]
[He did love Kara, of course, but he and Linda had spent more time together, done more team ups, had more long talks somewhere weird like the top of the statue of Liberty. She'd been around longer than Kara, who mostly found her footing when Kon was dead.]
It'd be kinda nice to make more of a habit of it again with someone wearing the S.
Even if I'm not wearing it now.
[He mostly just kicks it with YJ anymore. Not even most of the Titans. The Titans are Damian's turf now, with that academy, and there's a ton of new kids familiar with each other that have no clue who Kon is.]
[Other than his friends, he's entirely disconnected from the superhero community anymore. Because when the world rebooted and everyone else got restarted, they'd lived that whole last third life in that world. He hadn't.]
[He looks into the fire.]
I appreciate the thought. Not sure where I fit in now. Back home.
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he hesitates, then slides his arm around kon's waist again, squeezing reassuringly. ]
You have us, [ he offers after a few quiet, reflective moments. ] Me, and Ma and Pa, and Kara. Dad.. Mom, too, at home and here. You have Tim and Bart, and they're your family, too, right? That's a pretty good start to figuring out where you're happiest, I think.
[ he inhales through his nose as he picks his words, trying to put voice to how he feels about it. .. it's lonely, he guesses. he knows he's been lonely before, both at home and here. kon's old life is gone, and now at home he's part of a new one. and here? he can't even wear the shield, something he of all people deserves to have. he can't use his name, either of them, and that makes jon sick at heart to think of. ]
It doesn't have to be all at once. You have time, and you have people that love you.