20008/Flapjacks and Pulp Heroes

Flapjacks and Pulp Heroes
Date of Scene:	03 February 2025
Location:	Penthouse - Kord Co
Synopsis:	Breakfast is delayed. Mimosas are up, and angst.
Cast of Characters:	Zinda Blake, Ted Kord

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Zinda Blake has posed:
It's a beautiful morning, looking out of Ted's penthouse window. The sun is shining, with just a few clouds in the sky. A glint of sunlight on metal, or perhaps glass, catches the attention of anyone inside. The glint seems to be moving, now. Pretty rapidly, at that.

Over the open channel comes a familiar voice. "Kord Tower, this is Blackhawk One. Requesting landing clearance. Over."

And sure enough, as the metal object gets closer it's Ted's prototype aircraft, Genie, banking hard and coming in hot.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord is handed a small mic by Bobo. He walks outside and says, "Blackhawk One, you are cleared to land... gimme a Hawkaaaaa! Please." In his hurry to get outside and see two of his favorite ladies in motion he neglected to dress beyond a blue bathrobe and his hood and goggles. He fell asleep wearing those and left them on for his morning. As Genie gets closer and the thrusters get to work his robe does a really bad take on Marilyn Monroe's dress in 'The Seven Year Itch', showing off a speedo. "Waaaaah." Thank goodness for speedos,

Zinda Blake has posed:
"Hawkaaaaa!" she cries into the mic, as Genie comes screaming towards the helipad. Pulling up at the last moment, Zinda has to correct and lift the nose higher to break the craft's forward momentum and pull into a hover. The six legs lower and then Genie touches down lightly upon the pad.

It's still powering down when the canopy slides open and Zinda hops up. She swings a leg over and drops smoothly to the deck. She's wearing her helmet, but also a leather jacket, tshirt, short skirt and boots.

"Hope you ain't had breakfast yet, honey." the blonde greets, pulling off the helmet to spill out a riot of blonde curls.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord is standing a little wobbly, robe mostly open and off his right shoulder. He can only shake his head mutely. He grabs the collar of the robe to adjust it, badly. He removes his goggles, rubs his eyes. He finally gets his voice working. "Sorry, I didn't get my coffee yet. Bongo thinks it's harming me, it's been a struggle. No bacon, transfats or salt. Stupid programming."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake strides over, somehow managing to keep her own, short skirt decent in the fluttering wind. She gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll show that critter what a real breakfast is like." she murmurs, linking arms to drag Ted inside.

Once inside, she starts towards the kitchen. "Alright, clear the way! Comin' through! Gonna be biscuits an' gravy today. With sausage."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord lets it sink in then rubs his hands together in a thoroughly demonic fashion. "Bwahaha! I am saved!" He nearly gets knocked down by Bongo bursting out of the kitchen. The bot docks at her charging station and runs a level five diagnostic. She regards Ted sourly. He can tell. "There a little lightning in the fridge, infused with grape seed oil. George been busy." He leaps into the sofa landing in a happy sprawl. "Give it to Bingo, he'll make mimosas. Screw champagne!"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs at that, bullying her way into the kitchen and hip-checking any bots that are in her way. "Gonna need some flour, yeast, an' salt. Don't s'pose y'all have any lard hereabouts." She starts opening cabinets until she finds a big skillet. "An' can someone find me some sausage patties, maybe?"

Ted Kord has posed:
The remaining bots scramble and fly off to purchase or otherwise procure the ingredients, looking up just what 'lard' is. However the shopping run will take a bit, even for the speedy bots. Bingo, however, did stay behind and now has set up a pitcher of mimosas with some white lightning sit on the dining room table. The bot taps the pitcher with a crystal mixing rod and Ted moseys over to pour one. He turns on the coffee maker. "Zinda, come get tight while we wait!"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake calls out after the flying bots. "And sausages, too!" Drawing a deep breath, she sighs softly and slides into a seat. Reaching for the pitcher, she pours herself a mimosa as well. "Never thought about usin' moonshine in a mimosa." she offers, taking a casual sip. "Used it for durn near everything else, though."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord takes a sip then takes another, "Mmm. Good. Bongo is an excellent mixologist. He was built to be a chemical researcher. So did you cook for the Blackhawks cause, I could see them not wanting to risk you in a cockpit!" He gives he a eyebrow waggle. "The jet's flying all all right I assume. I think I would have heard something about it by now, and have to make a house call." He might also get decked if it was an egregious error. But he he never makes those errors building things.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake settles back a bit, crossing one leg over the other. "A chemical researcher can become a mixologist? Who would've thought?" she grins, finding that amusing for some reason. "And no, I was cookin' long before I joined up with th' Blackhawks. Chop-Chop was our cook." She shrugs, then adds. "I may have shown him a few things in th' kitchen, truth be told. Until the combat sorties got kinda thick."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord hmmhmms. "Yeah, I was catching up on my WW2 history. Man, Easy Company broke my heart. Sergent Frank Rock killed on V-E Day. the Losers, lost. Blackhawks... unknown. Haunted Tank made it!" He smiles at that. Mr. Stuart wrote a damned fine book. The bits about the ghost of General Stuart were an imaginative touch. I sometimes think I belong back then. The Blue Beetle, Ace Arthropod!" He gets up and strikes a dramatic pose. Then he shrugs and sit down.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's raised foot bobs a bit and she chuckles, expression turning wistful. "Those were the glamorous an' heroic bits, of course." she replies after a moment. "Don't talk about the long days and short nights. Catchin' a few hours of sleep, still sweaty from the last sortie before gettin' called to the flight line for another round."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord gets up, hands balling into fists, "I've seen friends and loved ones die, Zinda. I... been shot knifed and nearly burned alive, then mangled by the thing that killed Superman. I never... I never got anything cool written about me. I got to be the JL's tech support, IT man. I get into some hijinks with Booster and no one takes me seriously. I never did this for glory. But a little fucking respect, maybe?!" He drains his glass. "Sorry. Sometimes I just... there are people and things that would freeze the blood of most people and they sleep safe in their beds because a lot of C-Listers like me are out there filling the caps."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's expression softens a little as he goes on his tangent, and she lets him go for a few moments. "Ted, when there's a war to be fought... an' make no mistake, we're in one now... there ain't no such thing as a C-Lister." She leans across to kiss him lightly. "Not everybody gets to be on posters, but everybody gets called to fight however best they can." There's a moment of silence when she pauses, then adds. "Now where in tarnation are them robots?"