10218/The Afterparty of... What

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The Afterparty of... What
Date of Scene: 21 February 2022
Location: Level 4 - Recreation - The Roost
Synopsis: Roy and Gabby discuss NORMAL LIFE? Sorta.
Cast of Characters: Gabby Kinney, Roy Harper




Gabby Kinney has posed:
The Roost. Home away from home. Sometimes it seemed more 'home' lately than the school that Gabby had stayed at for quite awhile. She'd been making the trip back and forth when needed, and recently it was needed. A particular test that had to be done or something.

Now she's back, wearing her black bodysuit and motorcycle gear, as she trudges inside looking a mixture of annoyed and tired. The helmet is lobbed toward an empty seat to claim it in passing as she calls out, "Getting snacks who wants some?" In case anyone was nearby. She was hungreeeey.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy is sitting cross-legged on a chair watching videos about people getting bit by snakes. There's a sudden laugh. "Oh shit you dumbass, why did you put your hand in there?"

He hears and sees Gabby enter. "Hey, Gabs, wassup?" Next to him on the chair is a two-liter bottle of Cherry Pepsi, about half gone now. He raises it to his lips and takes a big swig. It's a good thing he's so active or he'd get diabetes from all the Cherry Pepsi he's constantly drinking. "You look kinda upset. Everything okay?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney ruffles her hair to get rid of that helmet hair issue that often came with it. It was just a mess to begin with at this point. She pauses by the fridge to snag herself a regular Coke, pause, then snag a second one. "Sorta," she explains with a grin cast over her shoulder at Roy. "There's this group I've been trying to get into for like... Years. I keep being told sure, as a trainee, or maybe when you're eighteen. Like they can't make up their mind how they want to handle things." Cracking one of the sodas open she takes a quick long chug off of it.

"Now they're talking about having us do some public charity work or community service along with it. Like I haven't already? I've been kidnapped, tortured, and escaped with half of these people so they KNOW I can work as a team. It's not those particular individuals running the tests though. So it's again 'let's throw a bunch of you together and see if you can work as a team' and next time it's some 'civic assignment' possibly."

Roy Harper has posed:
Listening intently to Gabby, Roy gives a nod. "Problem solved," he says sagely. "I'll write you a note." There is that signature Roy goofball twinkle in his eyes.

"Do you object to the long process? Or doing charity work? Cuz maybe you could end up helping someone who really needs it. Not every problem is solved with a fist or a weapon, ya know?" He offers a warm, genuine, friendly smile to Gabby.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney puffs her hair out of her face with a single breath only to shake her head. "Of course not. I'm not even complaining to the same people that are doing it. I figure if I put up a fuss on anything then it'll be 'Oh you're not mature enough.' I know how adults work," she points out with a solemn nod. "Though I have done charity work before, yeah, I get that part of it. I've helped out in Mutant Town a lot, and over in Genosha."

Snagging a bag of cheese puffs she heads over to flop down onto the couch with her legs stretched out. "Just kind of annoying. Like why am I only taken seriously when I'm of a certain age?"

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy takes another big hit off the two-liter Cherry Pepsi. "Well as your elder," he starts off, his tone of voice quite silly and unserious. "I have to say I'm very disappointed in you. Riding a motorcycle! That's so dangerous."

He nestles back into the chair. "But yeah, I dunno," he continues with a shrug. "We have all these ages that are like some sort of magical transformation point. Meanwhile, I see forty-year-old dudes acting like immature little shits, and 12-year-old boys stepping up to help the household because their dad got injured or something." He shakes his head in bewilderment.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney responds to Roy being an elder in the only way she knows how: Lifting her hand. There's no middle finger though. Nope. She lets out her claw which was just in the perfect spot to flash him a teasing grin. It slides back away before she takes another drink of her soda. "Yeah, I get that. I mean I get adults wanting to protect kids, but I've seen that, too," she adds gesturing more leisurely toward him in response to the adults issue. "Especially the adults sucking part. It's just frustrating and making me wonder if it's worth my time anymore. I mean, at least I can do stuff here with the Outsiders."

Roy Harper has posed:
"The mission of the Outsiders is to do what other groups can't," Roy says. "By that very statement it means what we do is generally incompatible with the goals of other groups. I tried doing a little bit with the Titans but it never seemed to really click. I'm an Outsider in all of the various ways one can be called that." A small shrug. "I just decided to stop fighting it and lean into it."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I'm just... Tired I guess? Fed up? I feel like I'm jumping through hoops, and it's kind of a family thing in some respects." Gabby rolls her head back to stare up at the ceiling. "Meh. I think I'm thinking too much about it." A final gulp of her soda is taken leaving her free to tear open the bag of chips.

"So what have you been up to? Met any hot people lately?"

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy turns sideways in the stuffed chair he's sitting, resting the back of his head on one arm and draping his legs over the other. "I've been patrolling and sleeping. After ending things with Franklin I think I'm going to take a vow of celibacy and become a monk or some shit." He chuckles to himself.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney winces sympathetically at that. "Want to talk about it? Or... not? I don't know. What do guys do in this case? I haven't been in a relationship in a few years and that ended with him dumping me for 'being too good for him.'" She considers a moment more before shrugging. "Maybe I'll join you in that. Not wearing a nun dress though. Seems kind of hard to move in."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy chuckles one more time. "There ain't nothin' to talk about. When you literally travel through time, space, and dimension on a day-to-day basis, Roy Harpers aren't very interesting. And I can't speak for what guys do because I know less about relationships than, psh, anyone in the entire world. So when I'm frustrated I patrol, and the bad guys get a bit more of a beating than usual."

He peers up at the ceiling. "This is kinda nice, staring up at the ceiling. It's so easy to talk about shit when you don't make eye contact with people. Are we like each other's therapists right now?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney shrugs slightly in response to that, and reaches over to offer out a single fist toward Roy. "Works for me? Fighting is nice but sometimes getting things off your chest helps. Though if you want to pig out on icecream and watch movies I'm good with that method too. I mean, can't go wrong with icecream," she points out simply. "Least we have each other."

Roy Harper has posed:
"Oh my god, I love ice cream," Roy says.

His gaze shifts down to the extended fist. He takes a moment to contemplate what pops out of those dangerous fists. Wincing a little and laughing a little, he reaches out. "Don't you dare razor thing me!" he says. This gets him laughing even harder. His eyes are practically closed in a deep wince when he finally fist-bumps Gabby.

"We definitely have each other."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney ftts at the hesitation only to chuckle. "It's bone actually, I didn't get the weird metal stuff. I'm trying to talk my witch sister into carving sigils into them so they can glow though," she admits with a slight nod. The fist bump is accepted without any tricks, and she grins in amusement at him. "Well it's not so bad. And yeah icecream. What's your favorite anyway? Or does it matter?" She's already debating whether there might be some left in the freezer.

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy waggles his feet back and forth as he thinks. "Well if you're talkin' ice cream with stuff in it, then hands down Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby. Anything with pretzels and peanut butter is good. BUT...," he adds, raising one finger skyward. "...if you're talking ice cream without stuff in it, then Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream."

He gestures to Gabby with a flick of his chin. "What 'bout you? What's your poison?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney hums thoughtfully at the question as she hadn't really considered that in a long time. "Half-Baked for Ben and Jerry's. It's got vanilla swirled with chocolate, and cookie dough, and brownie bits. It's like, best of both worlds. For non-mixed? I mean it's KIND of mixed but I just eat around the stuff for the Haagen Daz white chocolate raspberry swirl. The white chocolate icecream is SO much better than vanilla. I'd eat just that no questions asked."

"That kinda breaks the rules for non-mixed though, huh?"

Roy Harper has posed:
"It's ice cream, girl. There ARE no rules!" Roy opines. "And even if there were ice cream rules, we're Outsiders. We'd just break 'em."

Roy peers over at Gabby, pleased that she seems to have her mind off the problems of her day. He grins a little. When you catch him one-on-one or in small groups, he can actually be a surprisingly genuine person. "So how do you /feel/?" he asks Gabby. "You're in the Roost. You're guzzling soda and talking about ice cream in a safe place that accepts you for who you are. So how do you feel?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
There's a question she wasn't expecting. Sure, she knew hanging with Roy one on one was usually decent. They'd hung out more than a few times now. Still, that wasn't a question she was expecting. So she pauses a moment, glancing up at the ceiling to stare at it in a manner similar to how he had been not so long ago.

A slow grin spreads, and she looks back to him before responding with a half-laugh. "Pretty good, actually. For awhile I wasn't really sure if being here would be like... good. Not that anyone here is *bad*, but Laura's here, too. Felt kinda redundant. But now? I like it here. I don't feel odd about it."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy peers over at Gabby and flashes a grin. "You shouldn't feel odd. You're one of the team. There isn't a person here who wouldn't put it on the line for you."

Then he chugs the rest of the Cherry Pepsi in one heroic draw, followed by an extended burp. Sigh. He tends not to stay serious for too long. The burp came out way louder and longer than he expected, so his cheeks turn bright red. "So what about you? Any special someones in your orbit these days?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Nice one," Gabby remarks in regards to the burp. She doesn't burp herself though, not yet. She wasn't chugging so much after all. A cheese puff is popped into her mouth to chomp on before she holds the bag toward Roy in silent offering.

"Me? Nah. There was this guy I liked for awhile... but he ended up with a friend of mine so I am not going to mention it, ever."

Roy Harper has posed:
"I mean, mathematically, the odds of two people who are both into each other meeting is like...psh...about zero," Roy says. "But whatever, I guess."

"Oooh!" Cheese puffs are being offered. He leans...leans...leeeeeeeans to get his hand into the bag to grab some. And CRASH. He falls off the chair and lands on the floor. This is followed by him just cracking up with embarrassment, laughter shaking his entire body, which is curled fetal on the floor. And here lies the mighty vigilante, Arsenal!

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney blinks in surprise when Roy topples out of his chair. The laughter that comes from him causes her to laugh as well while she sits up straighter, and leans over to offer him a hand up if he needs it. "He has style, he has grace, he can fall right on his face," she sing-songs teasingly before breaking into another peal of giggles. It wasn't the sort of teasing she usually did but in this case it just seemed to fit. "You okay? Hitting the soda a bit hard tonight?"

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy takes Gabby's hand and hops up lithely to his feet. He bows twice. "Thank you, everyone. No pictures, please." But while he's up...he reaches into the bag and grabs a handful of cheese puffs.

"I wonder if Batman eats cheese puffs and ice cream. He's prolly getting up there in years, he might have eat like healthy shit or something." Roy plops back in the chair, dangling his legs over the arm.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"If he eats anything like Tim? Yeah, no I doubt he even knows what a cheese puff is," Gabby points out with a grin as she moves to sit back down. She's closer to the arm of the couch now though so that there's more room to reach over toward his chair in case of further accidents. Her legs tuck beneath her, and she leans on the armrest. "I mean he COULD, he might be old but from what I saw of him that one time, dude is ripped."

Roy Harper has posed:
"How long do you think you'll keep doing this kinda thing?" Roy asks, peering up at the ceiling. The topic has shifted his mood to something more wistful, maybe even with the tiniest little dash of melancholy.

He rolls his head on the chair arm to look over at Gabby. "I mean, do you think you'll do this until you literally can't? Are you gonna be a Batman someday, 40s or 50s, trying to race ahead of time?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"For awhile. I'm still young after all," Gabby states with a slow, more at-ease smile. "It's what I decided to do after all. My sisters and I, we were supposed to be 'body guards'." The remark is made with air quotations. "More like hit men for hire. Or guinea pigs for experiments. Whatever the labs wanted. My sisters protected me from having to do the worst things, though, so I feel like I owe it to them to be the best I can be for awhile."

Her hands drop back down to cross over her stomach lightly. "But not forever. I think I'd like a family of my own sometime, you know? Not like... In a hurry. But I think I'd like some kids someday." Here she pauses, adding, "I've got more time than most with my healing factor, but I don't want to rely on it expecting to be alive for ever and ever, either. I want to live my life."

Roy Harper has posed:
"Word," is all Roy can really think of to say. That's some heavy shit Gabby is laying down and Roy doesn't want to screw it all up with too many words. So he just uses the one.

The two-liter Cherry Pepsi is empty so Roy lies there peering up, balancing the bottle on one finger for several long moments that go on long enough to almost be awkward. Finally, "I don't think I want kids. I can't be downloading all my fucked up nonsense into some little mind, passing on my bullshit to a future generation. No, it ends with me."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins faintly at that only to roll her head toward him to look over in his direction. Heavy shit indeed. It was the first time she'd had a talk about the future that didn't include what teams to be a part of. "Well, long way to go on that to begin with in regards to kids. What would you want to do though? I feel like I'd look into being ... I don't know. Maybe an *actual* legitimate bodyguard wouldn't be bad."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy quirks one side of his mouth in a grin. "I'd hire you." He snorts out a laugh. "I mean, if I had any money, that is. You'd go broke with me as your client."

The screws the cap on the empty two liter bottle and tosses it up in the air so its trajectory brings it right toward Gabby. "I'll just keep doing this until I'm either dead or can't do it anymore. Then I'll...I dunno...work at 7-11 and I hope the place gets robbed a lot."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney ftts at that suggestion with a shake of her head. "Nah, at least do something like train old women in self-defense. You'd get lots of clients just to come in and look at your abs or something," she points out with a little wave of her hand that slaps against the incoming soda bottle to smack it further along toward the trash can. It comes VERY close to sinking in, rebounding off the edge of the trashcan, bouncing into the wall, and then... thump-clumping on the floor next to it.

"Damn that woulda been cool." With a sigh she swings her legs out to get to her feet in one hop. "Or who knows, maybe you'll meet the right person, fall in love, and open a bed and breakfast for vigilantes," she suggests while bending over to scoop up the offending bottle.

Roy Harper has posed:
The self-defense suggestion gets Roy giggling. Yes, Arsenal is actually giggling right now. "Now THAT is a golden idea, my friend. If I ran self-defense for old ladies at the Y you can bet your ass there'd be a rash of old ladies fuckin' themselves up some muggers. What!"

"I ain't gonna meet someone and fall in love. That kinda stuff doesn't happen to me. I done too much bad. The ledger's way red." A little shrug. He's just speaking matter-of-factly, there's no self-pity in his voice.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"You kidding? Have you seen or heard of my dad? Or... genetic donor as it may actually be?" Gabby glances over at him with a small shake of her head in amusement. The bottle goes into the trash can. "He's been in like every major war since who-knows-when and yet somehow the old guy still manages to like, meet women and fall for them."

Here her face scrunches up with a look of sheer revulsion as she shudders and sticks her tongue out. "Eyuugh. Like seeing him be all lovey dovey. For him I mean. Just... Yeah. Circumstances don't always mean you don't meet someone."

Roy Harper has posed:
"You're still young yet," Roy says. The nineteen-year-old 'wise sage' has spoken. "You'll see how it goes." He rolls off the chair to his feet, stretching his back and neck in a long, languid stretch.

"Tell me about your dad?" he asks. "I honestly don't know your story. I know there are computer files and shit but I don't like to learn about friends that way."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney pauses at that a moment only to consider with a small shrug. It wasn't as if it were a touchy subject for her, really. "Oh, he's... Gruff. Stubborn. Likes to smoke and drink. Known as the Wolverine to a lot," she explains with a faint grin as her arms lightly cross over her chest and she leans her shoulder into the wall.

"I'm a clone of his but in a round-about way. Laura was the original clone, and my sisters and I were made from a stolen DNA sample from her. So I'm like a copy of a copy. Being a clone though I guess it's just that we have the same genetic source to begin with."

"Um. I'm the only one of my batch that got any mutant powers though. Rest of them were human. Just trained well, like Tim."

"Logan... that's dad. He's done a lot and been through a lot. Old as dirt. The healing factor has let him live for a very long time but no one's sure exactly how long. He fought in WWII with Captain America, though. So there's some cool parts."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy raises his eyebrows curiously. "Wow, you're a clone of Wolverine. Shit, that's cool. I never met the guy but I mean he's a legend. Absolutely legendary."

Roy flops back down in the chair. "So you're gonna live a really long time. That's...that a weird mixed bag. I mean, speaking of falling in love. Watching someone grow old and die while you stay the same. That's like some Anne Rice shit right there."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"That depends. I can still be killed. I'm not immortal. Like..." Gabby pauses as she moves back to the couch to sprawl out on it using the armrest to prop her head up so she can still look over at Roy. "I can drown. Probably got a good revive time from it, but if that's passed, then... I mean. Still need oxygen one way or another. Plus I've got other things that could kill me." Lifting a hand she prods her finger against the side of her head.

"The labs that made me put something in our heads to keep us from feeling pain. Most of my sisters died from it after awhile. Sure, I'm doing fine with my healing factor, but I don't know how it'll go long term." A deep breath is drawn, and let out.

"I can get that though with the growing old part. I think that Logan's probably been through that some from what little he's spoken of his past. I know he's had a lot of wives. And I've met some of my siblings from like, ALL over."