20150/She Can Throw You Into Orbit

She Can Throw You Into Orbit
Date of Scene:	27 February 2025
Location:	O'Shughnessy's Restaurant
Synopsis:	Mark brings in Eve and Rex on Kara's plan to overthrow the government. Now if they only knew what the plan was.
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Sloan

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Mark Grayson has posed:
While the Teen Team may be a memory, or even have a new roster by this point, contact information is still saved on phones for emergencies and the like. It was with this in mind that Mark decided that after talking with the Titans last night, it was better to get the information to others to help. Having gotten permission from Supergirl, a text was sent out.

<GRP TXT: Teen Team> Invincible: Hey! Don't know if anyone still uses this group, but I was hoping to meet up, Wanted to discuss some things that I found out. Meet me at O'Shugnessy's. My treat.

A locator pin is set as well. And that is where Mark is now, sitting at a table, seeing who else may show. A cola on ice sits in front of him, the straw sticking out, but yet untouched, as he glances from his phone and to the door.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Getting a message on the old channel that was generally used for emergencies, or the odd reflection was one thing, getting it from the person she was dating, inviting her to a meeting with her ex? Well, that was a little strange.

Still, Eve had simply shrugged it off and sent back a 'I'll be there' message his way before she'd continued her own little outing with some very unfortunate bank robbers.

A few minutes later and back to her civvies, the redhead heroine pushes through the door, spotting the familiar face of Mark as she lifted her hand to wave and started her way over.

Rex Sloan has posed:
A few moments after the text is sent, a non-committal thumbs-up emoji is sent back from a certain red-headed walking trash fire. Five or so minutes after that non-confirmation, the door is pushed open, and Rex can likely be heard before he's seen, talking loudly into an earbud.
* "And I'm *just* saying, if you hadn't been too busy eye-fucking the girl at the hot dog stand, then maybe, *maybe* I wouldn't have gotten used as the world's sexiest punching bag for the *third time this week*." There's a pause as some reply is given, before a groan and an eyeroll escape him. "That is not- You know what? Find a cactus, spritz some lime juice on it, and go fuck yourself with it."
* Ending the call, he finally looks up, a smarmy grin flashing across his lips, "Well hey, guys! Mark, looking good, buddy! Eve, keeping it real as always?" Helping himself to a seat, he kicks his feet up on a nearby table, lounging comfortably.

Mark Grayson has posed:
A non-commital thumbs up works fine, really. Mark realizes that this can go totally awkward. But it is that important. When Eve arrives, his smile comes naturally, a wave over to the table - which is near the back of the restaurant and sort of secluded from the rest of the Pub. He rises up politely, waiting for Eve to be seated before he takes on his own - and then he hears Rex before he sees them.

The groan is almost audible as he gives a pinch to the bridge of his nose, before waving Rex over. "Thanks. You seem to be... doing well?" he asks before he draws in a breath. "Go ahead and order a drink. We have a bit of ground to cover, and it's going to be a wild ride.

This from the guy who's dad tried to give the planet over to some planet that is nowhere in the known galaxy.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Ah, so this was definately a work thing. Fair enough, Eve hadn't exactly known Mark to call up Rex for a social thing, but who knows, maybe they were 'bro'ing' now?

Was that a thing?

Still, as the redhead detonator makes his classy arrival there's a soft laugh from her. Maybe she found it slightly endearing...or maybe it was disbelief that she ever did. Regardless, Eve nods, gesturing for Mark to wait a moment while she went to order.

Was it -slightly- weird or akward that she knew what all of them liked?

Nah...probably not.

Rex Sloan has posed:
It absolutely, *absolutely* is a thing... But, not in this case. Rex's gaze shifts down as his phone buzzes, a scowl crossing his lips, before he tucks the device back in his pocket.

"Sooo? Don't get me wrong, I miss you guys, and it's great seeing you, but don't keep us waiting." He pauses, though the grin never once fades, "Or is this another 'Here's Mark, off to save the world again, and needs someone to handle the small fry' moment?"

There's no heat or insult in his tone, more of just his typical joking condescension.

Mark Grayson has posed:
It's not weird Eve knows. Eve is smart and Eve's dated both Mark and Rex. Not at the same time, but it is what it is. "Thanks." is offered to Eve when she nails his order, but as Rex speaks, there is a moment of cringe from the half-Viltrumite as he chews on his lower lip. "Look. That happened... a lot when I first started. But what I've learned since the team broke up and we're in this whole world of crazy bullshit powers - I need help as much as anyone else. Sorry if it seemed like I was shitting on you in the past. But you were kindof a dick."

Just kind of.

But yes. Root of the matter. "Supergirl called an emergency meeting of the Titans last night. She has it on good authority that..." And again, a pause and he sighs. "I can't even believe this. But anyway, she got good intel that apparently the President has been corrupting the United States from within and it's risen to the level of a possible threat on par with Galactus. She won't reveal her source, but I trust her. And I plan on helping her stop it."

"She's looking for allies... so, here I am, asking if you would want to."

Rex Sloan has posed:
Trying and failing to fight back a sassy response, Rex's mouth moves faster than his brain, "Well, uh, sorry that we can't all be mister perfect!" A scowl crosses his face, before the grin returns as ever.

"And for the record, I was, and am, the biggest of dicks, thank you very much. But, moving on... So, what I'm hearing is we need to commit a little light, casual treason?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Dude, I'm nowhere near perfect." Mark admits with a hint of humbleness that wasn't there before, before he lets it go, his attention returning to the subject at hand. "I'm not sure if I'd call it treason..." he starts as he lifts his hand and rocks it to side to side in a so-so motion.

"Perhaps something along the lines of a liberation? A light revolution?" He reaches up to push a hand through his hair. "I mean, he's President Lex Luthor." Why noone saw this coming, Mark just can't comprehend. "But it's going to be under Supergirl's command. You want to meet with her and make sure she's all the strength, love, and apple pie that she's advertised to be, I can see about setting up a meeting."

"But just remember she can throw you into orbit if you piss her off, Rex."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
"I hate to uh...state the obvious or invite this into our lives but...where does Cecil stand in all this? He usually has spooky eyes everywhere..." Eve speaks, glancing betwren the pair as drinks are handed out. "What does he think? Has he reached out? We don't want the CDA jumping on us the moment we move."

Rex Sloan has posed:
Shaking his head, the usual levity leaves Rex's face for the moment, "Mark, buddy... I'm not saying *no* to a bit of casual treason, regardless of who's leading it. But, I'm more concer-"
He cuts off, turning to nod to Eve, "That's what I'm saying. If the Cryptkeeper-with-a-more-fucked-up-face doesn't like it, we're already fighting the odds. And I'm not *super* keen on being on team 'Find Out', when push comes to shove and we decide to Fuck Around."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Cecil doesn't know. I've had limited contact with him since da-- since Omni-Man left Earth." Mark admits, a bite to his voice that wasn't there before. He takes a drink from his glass, more to cool himself off more than anything. "And the plan for me is to continue to keep him in the dark. That's going to come back to bite me in the ass at some point. But for now... he's not in it."

No leash. No lead. Maybe Eve has rubbed off on him a little.

"Let me run interference on Cecil. I just need to know if I have the support of the pair of you. And if I don't? Well, I've already screwed the pooch by telling you, but in for the penny, in for the pound."

Rex Sloan has posed:
Rex Sloan leans back, his feet crossing one over the other. "Like I said, Marky-Mark. You had me at 'light treason'. I'm in." His boots clomp as they make contact with the table, earning him a *look* from some of the wait staff, though none come over or raise an issue about it.

"So, what's the plan? Or are we still working on that?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"No plan yet. Hopefully Supergirl doesn't plan to go with fly-by-her-nonexistant pants." Mark replies honestly, before blowing out a breath. "I don't know anything about her leadership style. But I know what her cousin can do, and how capable he is. So perhaps I'm a little too trusting when I say 'she'll come up with something', but I have faith that she will."

"Anyway, Rex, isn't 'we have no plan' your favorite kind of plan?" A small smirk.

Rex Sloan has posed:
The smirk is met by a smarmy grin of Rex's own, "Hey, hey, no. I *do* like having a plan..." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small disc and flipping it like a coin. "That 'plan' just happens to involve a lot of shit blowing up. Maaaybe not the best plan, given who we're talking about."

Twisting his neck from side to side, eliciting a series of faint pops, "So, where's Rudy in all this? Buried in a lab somewhere, doing nerd shit, and coming in to 'save the day' when his shiny metal ass feels like doing some work?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Probably. I don't know, to be frank. You were the only one to respond, besides Eve. Which... I expected Eve," Mark admits earnestly, "You were a surprise. I assume that Rudy, Kate, and the others are either busy with crisises related to Galactus, or other issues that have put them out of contact with us."

There's a sigh of breath. "It's time to come out your shell, Rex. There's a lot more than what we were doing back then. And from the sounds of it... you're already getting well-acquainted with it?" he asks as he loops back to the conversation he heard when Rex first arrived. "Eve's been better at making contacts than I have, but we're both building in-roads. If you need any introductions or the like... would be okayish to help?"

Rex Sloan has posed:
laughs, though it peters off some as he meets Mark's gaze. After a long moment, he drops his feet to the ground, sitting upright and lowering his voice some. "Look, Mark... You both should know by now. Call me, and there I'll be. I know the Teen Team doesn't exactly exist anymore, but you guys?"

He shifts his gaze from Mark to Eve, then back again, "You guys are the closest I've got to family." After a moment, the grin comes back out to play, "Pluuus, you know, I've *kind* of got a bone to pick with good ol' Uncle Sam. The fact that there's a Mister Clean looking motherfucker being shady at the top of it just puts the eat-shit cherry on top of the fuck-you sundae, am I right?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"That means a lot, Rex. I appreciate it." Mark responds, before finishing off the rest of his drink. "Thanks for answering the call. When I have more information, I'll let you know. In the meantime, if you want to talk to the gal running the show?"

"Just go to Metropolis and yell 'Help me, Supergirl' really loud. She'll come running."

He might be pulling Rex's leg with that one.

"For now, I'm going to figure out how to keep Cecil in the dark and you two safe."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
"I'll help. Of course..." Eve offers, her own drink mostly drained as she'd basically been sipping at it and letting the pair talk. Was it a great idea? Hell no.

But then, given two of them were genetic government weapons and one was a half-alien? Well, the sympathy for corruption in the halls of office probably wasn't super high.

"Alright...so for now we wait?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Yeah, but I'm not waiting alone anymore. Which is kinda nice." Mark admits to Eve as he considers the situation, altogether. Teens thrown together in a team, fight the bad guys, grow up, grow apart. Reunite because shit's about to get real. Seems to be about right.

"Thanks, Eve. Rex. I appreciate it."