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metalogs2024-01-10 08:14 pm
mostdangerousbird) wrote in metalogs2024-01-10 08:14 pm
OPEN | This is his equivalent of meeting at Starbies and the mall.
Who: Tim Drake mostdangerousbird and Open
What: Some vigilante has to patrol the city. Maybe you're one of them.
When: Like 2 AM January 7th.
Where: Mid-rise rooftops, D'Amicos territory
Content Warnings: Violence is likely.
2 AM Lunch break
Hey, ya gotta eat. Tim's favorite late night Chinese food place (across the Central City General Hospital) is the unofficial hospital nightshift cafeteria. He can get anything there - turnip cakes, fries, egg rolls stuffed with pizza, or tonight, an Italian sausage on a bun. It's a weird spot, with a takeout window that makes you wait in an alley, but that works for him.
He's only in the alley 10 minutes, while he waits for his order, but he's oddly approachable as he sits on a pile of pallets texting. It's like an art project, "Vigilante, Paused."
Stake(out) for Dinner
When the greasy paper bag is handed over, the hero melts back into the shadow. He's already on the roof, racing a few buildings over before unwrapping the bag to settle in to watch through telescopic lenses while he munches.
He's only checking in on a longtime problem, as it's so close to his snack. Rook wasn't expecting the mob clubhouse to have so much activity at this time of night. Before he's done his sandwich, he's counted 8 arrivals, including a plain white box truck, and only two departures (who left in 1 black sedan).
In the morning, he'll check if Jason knows what might be going down. Robin's intervened with Red Hood and his rivals once, but as Rook, he's tried to stay out of it -
At least he hasn't lit any warehouses on fire -
Two more goons come out of the building. Pause at the doors to the truck's cargo. They open the door and examine the dark interior. Too far to make out any detail, but there's movement in the truck.
He'll have to get closer. Polishing off his sandwich, Tim folds the tin foil and bag down to a neat and tiny square. Tucks it away into his belt.
mostdangerousbird and OpenWhat: Some vigilante has to patrol the city. Maybe you're one of them.
When: Like 2 AM January 7th.
Where: Mid-rise rooftops, D'Amicos territory
Content Warnings: Violence is likely.
2 AM Lunch break
Hey, ya gotta eat. Tim's favorite late night Chinese food place (across the Central City General Hospital) is the unofficial hospital nightshift cafeteria. He can get anything there - turnip cakes, fries, egg rolls stuffed with pizza, or tonight, an Italian sausage on a bun. It's a weird spot, with a takeout window that makes you wait in an alley, but that works for him.
He's only in the alley 10 minutes, while he waits for his order, but he's oddly approachable as he sits on a pile of pallets texting. It's like an art project, "Vigilante, Paused."
Stake(out) for Dinner
When the greasy paper bag is handed over, the hero melts back into the shadow. He's already on the roof, racing a few buildings over before unwrapping the bag to settle in to watch through telescopic lenses while he munches.
He's only checking in on a longtime problem, as it's so close to his snack. Rook wasn't expecting the mob clubhouse to have so much activity at this time of night. Before he's done his sandwich, he's counted 8 arrivals, including a plain white box truck, and only two departures (who left in 1 black sedan).
In the morning, he'll check if Jason knows what might be going down. Robin's intervened with Red Hood and his rivals once, but as Rook, he's tried to stay out of it -
At least he hasn't lit any warehouses on fire -
Two more goons come out of the building. Pause at the doors to the truck's cargo. They open the door and examine the dark interior. Too far to make out any detail, but there's movement in the truck.
He'll have to get closer. Polishing off his sandwich, Tim folds the tin foil and bag down to a neat and tiny square. Tucks it away into his belt.
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knows well enough that even if tim's on the smaller end, it's all lean muscle - so he doesn't pull his usual of technically taking someone else's hand but pulling his own weight up. tim can handle it. )
'cause I've gotten him pissed off enough to start screaming into my face about how he "should've never believed in me" and he was "a fool" for trusting me. There're nuances when you manage to find ways to piss him off that much.
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Didn't realize I was interrupting a 'complaining about Bats' session.
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( gives all of them plenty of ammo to bitch about, at least. the look isn't needed; even without tim throwing it at him, jason knows better. once he's back up on his feet, jason clips the lower half of his mask to a belt loop, puts a hand on his hip while he looks to the bag he's assuming is to console their furry friends in the back of the truck. )
Your new pals have been yelling at us ever since we picked 'em up. The ride probably didn't soften 'em up any.
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[ Dick just snorts. ]
With the way you drive? Not surprised.
[ Dick drops the large bag to reveal a bunch of raw packaged meat-- the best he could find at this time of night without leaving the city. ]
Food will definitely soften them up.
[ He digs out some metal trays and uses a knife to cut open the plastic around the meat. ]
What'd he do this time? [ Bruce, he means. ]