2613/Late breakfast for the Outsiders

Late breakfast for the Outsiders
Date of Scene:	25 July 2020
Location:	The Robin's Roost - Chelsea
Synopsis:	Tim, Rose and Conner plan for a rave full of gangers. Hydrating is important, by the way.
Cast of Characters:	Conner Kent, Rose Wilson, Tim Drake

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Conner Kent has posed:
It is a nice Summer morning. Elsewhere. In Gotham it is a typical Summer morning and people can choke on pollution and fry eggs on the sidewalks. Lucky (and wealthy) Gothamites left the city for the New Jersey beaches or summer resorts in the mountains. And the rest stay indoors with their AC and ice-cream, hoping for a no-blackouts Saturday. This means Gotham is mostly quiet and calm. No gunshots in the distance or wailing police sirens.

The Rooster has good AC. Not that Conner notices much, but he came to see friends, not because of the weather. He already knew Gotham weather would be something between foul and awful. "Hey guys, you decent?" He asks. Because bats tend to wake up late and Rose is Rose.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose is Rose.

It's a litany that everyone should honestly remember, some remember it better than others, and some....despite remembering, tempt fate either way.

The call has Rose's door swinging open a moment later, and the pale haired girl steps out to lean a shoulder against the doorframe. That pale hair is pulled up, twisted into a sloppy bun that's damp. Then there is the question of what counts as decent, since she's wearing bra and panties, which covers all the bits, but isn't jeans and a t-shirt kind of decent, "Conner."

Tim Drake has posed:
"Uh, hey, Conner," Tim's voice comes from within Rose's room. There's rustling that a super-hearing super-type can hear, even if it's quiet to most normal folks, and a couple moments later Tim appears in the doorway as well, shirtless, but otherwise in loose-fitting sweatpants. His hair is damp, and his left arm is in a lightweight, light blue sling. He drapes a thin lavendar robe on Rose's shoulders for her to shrug into with his free hand. He at least has some modesty even if she doesn't. "Found it," he mutters under his breath to her.

He gives a sheepish grin to Conner. "Uh, so breakfast?" He tilts his head, considering the time. "Or... lunch? Or whatever meal o'clock it is."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner smirks and gives Rose an appreciate glance. Then he remembers she is now with Tim and looks away. "Sheesh, Rosie. Hi, Tim." Beat. "I see you have been busy. What happened to your arm?"

Breakfast or lunch? That is the question. "If you are hungry, I am up for whatever. I have to warn you about going out, I think I saw the concrete melting. It is kinda hot outside."

Rose Wilson has posed:
There is no appreciative thanks for the robe, but she does at least slide her arms into the sleeves of the robe so that everyone elses modesty is protected. Then she exits the room instead of lurking in the door way, "That's okay. We can stay in, wouldn't have to get dressed that way."

See how helpful she is?

Tim Drake has posed:
"Kitchen's pretty well stocked," Tim seems to agree with Rose, "so sounds good by me. We'll find something here." He cracks his neck, looking tired. "Got shot. Got better. Actually something I wanted to talk to folks about, but probably with food." He shrugs helplessly. "It was a late night, and tonight's not going to be any different."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Busy, oh yeah," mind in the gutter, Conner. But he leads the way towards the kitchen, which means he is not going to be the one looking at Rose's butt. And once on the kitchen he opens the fridge and begins put stuff on the table. "So you went fighting bad guys? Sorry I missed it. Did Batman say anything about the team? There was some alien robot thing going in New York and I was busy with the clean up."

Rose Wilson has posed:
It's a nice butt, and everyone should look. Maybe.

Either way, Rose heads towards the kitchen and finds herself a seat, drawing her knees up to rest the heels of her bare feet on the edge. There is a look shot in Tim's direction when he mentions wanting to talk to folks, but she doesn't offer up any opinions about that. Instead, "We should get a robot that cooks food."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim //does// look, and appreciatively, as he trails in her wake. Once in the kitchen he hops up and sits on one of the counters as Conner pulls out stuff for lunch. "Yeah, just some drug dealers. I got cocky." Tim's many things, but overly arrogant and unwilling to admit his own failings isn't one of them. "But that leads me to Beacon. I've run into her a few times. She's... a mutant, maybe. Unsure exactly. But she's got healing powers."

He glances to Rose, but then looks back to Conner and the pile of snacks. "I was thinking to talk to everyone about maybe bringing her in. The Boss doesn't like outsider Operators in Gotham, as we all well know," he points with his good arm to Conner, "as you brought up earlier. I think he's looking the other way on us for now, so I'd like to not give him a reason to tell us no. Bringing her in means we're taking care of outsiders, and... it couldn't hurt to have a healer."

He points towards Conner. "Tank." He points to his own nose, then to Rose. "DPS. DPS." He gestures back towards the bedrooms. "Offtank. More DPS. So we need heals."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Cassie can tank too," offers Conner. Then frowns. "Wouldn't you be classified as a Skulker? Man, I can't remember my MMORPG lingo anymore. Videogames are not the same fun since my senses got so sharp."

There is now a pile of snacks on the table big enough to give Bart a momentary pause, so Conner picks a chair and joins the table. "Beacon, uh? I have never heard of her, is she hot?" Priorities.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"DPS? Tank? Skulker?" Rose might hang around Tim, and others, but she has never. Not once. Learned the Language of the Nerd.

There's a flat look in Conner's direction at his question, "Really?"

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim shrugs. "I mean, she's cute." He's not going to lie about it. "Don't know if she's your type-- well, who am I kidding. Everyone's your type, Conner." There's light joking with that one. He hops down and joins them at the table, snagging an apple and the bag of barbeque chips. "Mm. DPS stands for damage per second, but as a noun it refers to high-damage output classes in combat-focused RPG video games, Rose. Like rogues, mages, rangers..." he shrugs. "But that's not the point."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner grins at seeing Rose is still able to avoid the nerding. Even after hanging around Tim, Bart and... was he that bad? Yes, he probably was. Bart and Conner spent countless hours playing videogames.

"Really what?" Asks Conner. "Oh... well, enhanced senses are great for most things, but they make TV, videogames and even some movies look... way too fake, I guess. It is not the same anymore."

Rose Wilson has posed:
While she might not be as tough as Conner and Cassie, there is a bit of a bristling that happens, and she points out, "I am fully capable of taking damage and continuing."

No argument about being capable of doing massive damage in a short period of time, however.

"And really more that out of all the questions you ask you ask if she's hot. There are more important considerations....is she capable of being a team player, is she //useful//, will I have to kill her for betraying us in a week."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim rubs the back of his neck ruefully. "Well, yeah. I've been chewing on several things. I mean, we're all here, and we all know each other. But with Nightwing poking his head in now to keep an eye on us," Tim doesn't have any illusions about what that's all about, "and maybe recruiting others too, we may end up wearing masks around here more often..." Tim's not ready to be open about his identity with anyone else yet, at least, even if he's willing to team up with them. "But that's a tomorrow problem. Useful? I think having someone around who can heal shattered bones to full might be." He gives Rose a bit of a chiding look. She was there, after all. "Team player? I don't think she's ever worked on a team. But that can be taught. As for betrayal..." he purposefully sidesteps the killing part, those fights are ones he prefers to have with Rose privately and as measured and sparingly as possible-- she doesn't take well to nagging. "I don't know. We'll have to see what we can find out. I know her civilian ID, too, for whatever that's worth."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Hey, Tim thinks a healer can be useful," protests Conner. Notice most of the current team does heal from injuries way faster than regular humans. The part about betraying is hopefully covered by the fact Beacon is a hero. Good guys don't betray each other!

"We might also try to find more people from the old gang," offers Conner, getting nostalgic.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Then we find out more about her." Rose is probably more suspicious than the other two, because she doesn't default to this idea that someone is exactly what they appear to be. All the time. Without question.

"Who else from the old gang?" She wonders, reaching over to try and take Tim's apple away from him, "And a healer is useful. I'm just saying, those are the more important questions than is she hot."

Tim Drake has posed:
"It's Conner," Tim shrugs mock-helplessly. "He has his own priorities." He doesn't answer about the old gang for now. Mostly because at the moment he isn't sure how likely that may be. "But yeah, Rose, fair. We should look into her more. I'll send out a dossier on what information I already have on her, and we can do some digging. Never hurts to be cautious." She's more paranoid than Conner by fair, but only marginally more than Tim, who is a protégé of a man who has honed paranoia to a razor point. He reaches out as if to protect his apple, but instead lightly brushes Rose's hand as she filches it. There are more in the fridge if nothing else. "I'll probably start an in-depth look at her tomorrow. I've got plans tonight, so don't wait up."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Stop being the voice of reason, Rosie, that is your boyfriend's job," demands Conner, tossing a little piece of bread at the girl. It is true Conner doesn't do the 'distrust all' thing much. It has given him problems in the past, but also allows him to make more friends that either of the other two.

He also takes some things less seriously. Most things. Probably everything. "What's up tonight, Timster?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
The stolen apple is brought to her mouth for a bite, which probably prevents Rose from asking Tim about what he's going to do tonight that is going to keep him out late.

Or. He's a Batbrat, and she knows sometimes that just means work happens. She tends to vanish for days at a time herself, who is she to judge?

When Conner throws bread at her she shifts to the side to dodge it, rolling her eye at Conner.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Party of sorts. But it's for work." That last word is spoken in that sort of way that indicates the vigilante side of work instead of Tim's day job at WayneTech. "Little drug problem in Gotham we are trying to get a lid on before it goes sideways. Figured we," though he doesn't clarify who the mouse in his pocket is, "might just see what we can find on the ground. Nothing spectacular. Just spying."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Gotham parties can get weird, and moreso if drugs are involved," points out Conner. "Maybe we should go with you to make sure this one doesn't. Besides, it is Saturday night." After a day of sweltering heat, in Gotham, those are dangerous nights.

He did want to spend the night with old friends, too. Some spying might be interesting. He used to be bad at spying, but that was a couple years ago.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Mmmhmm." Rose replies, crunching away at the apple as she glances back and forth between Tim and Conner. When the apple is half gone she reaches over, to hand the apple back to Tim. "I'm sure Tim can handle himself at a party."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim crunches the apple, looking thoughtful. "Well, I'm not planning on any trouble." Not exactly fully truthful. Hood wants to wreck the place after they get their info. "And party may be a misnomer. One of the street gangs is throwing a rave. Illegal, of course. Cover charge and all." Not that Tim has ever been to a rave. Not really his scene. "Figured I'd poke around and see who is doing what. People talk when they are intoxicated. Plus we can get more details on this new drug."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Man, I miss the Rave," comments Conner. Technical term was the 'Event Horizon', but everyone called it the Rave. It was the other big group Conner got involved and it ended up well over a year ago.

"This is not sounding like the best kind of party," and Hood? Is that the Red Hood person he has heard about? "Yeah, at least take someone with you to watch your back."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Those places are loud, and packed. It won't make things easy for you to track the crowd with your..." There's a point upwards, eyes, ears. What exactly is it that Rose is getting at?

Tim Drake has posed:
"It's just a party. I know the music can be loud bit that's not any different than any nightclub. Just a bit less contained." Tim grins, taking another bite of the apple. "I'll be fine. I've got enough stuff back from the dry cleaners I should be able to blend."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Well, if you are sure," Conner shrugs. Looks like he should get back to New York later. And what about Rose? At least she should be there. He bets she has much more experience with raves than Tim. "Do you have any idea to share, Rosie?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Ideas about what?" Rose wonders, glancing over at Conner at the question, a brow raising. "I've plenty of ideas, but you might want to specify which things you want opinions on." She unfolds herself from the chair, moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water before returning to her chair, setting it down next to Tim. "Hydrate."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim lifts a brow at Rose, but amusedly acquiesces to her command. Not like he sees a reason not to. "I won't complain too much if you want to watch my back, Conner. You do like your parties, anyway. Plus..." he considers. "Looks more feasible. Less suspicious. You aren't exactly unknown on the party scene and most of the people going are the same sorts..." He shrugs lightly. He eyes Rose. He's torn between seeing her in the kind of thing he's seen girls wear to nightclubs, and keeping her as far away from the drugs that are being pushed as possible. He shrugs again, giving her a wink. "Probably more fun than a fundraiser at Wayne manor," he teases.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Raves are fun," admits Conner, "ravers of gangsters and drug pushers might be a lot less fun," he has to point out. "In any case I will be there to watch your back and try to spot the pushers, right? Not exactly a real party. Hope at least the music does not suck."

He has not even considered Rose should be kept away from drugs. He knows she can handle alcohol pretty well. But he has no idea what they are dealing with are some kind of super-drugs.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Raves full of gangsters? Sounds like more fun to me than a normal party." Because clearly her and Hood are on the same mental page of burning it all down when done.

"But raves can be fun. You've got to hydrate." Which might explain why she's pushing the water on Tim now. "Avoid orange juice." Which is a weird thing. "Don't drink anything in open containers, never leave your drink alone. If someone offers you drugs, accept and don't act like you're uncertain. It'll make them think you're a cop or a snitch, and then they'll get unhappy."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim eyes Rose. "Fair." He takes a sip of the water. "I guess it's a party, then," he rolls his shoulders. "Suppose I should dig through my closet for something suitable that won't embarrass Rosie." He glances to Conner. "Probably don't want to advertise the big S, big guy."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner laughs, leaning back. "The LSD in the orange juice is a myth," pause, "wait, we are talking about Gotham, maybe it is not a myth." He is quite sure he can't be affected by 'normal' doses of drugs, but this might be a bad moment to check out.

Then he looks down at the S in his chest. "That is okay, I have clothes in my room. Not that I would be too surprised if we see a lot of lightning bolts, stars on circles and or black bats on yellow on the t-shirts of the crowd. This should be the kind of place."

Rose Wilson has posed:
There is a squint at Conner, "I've never heard of that. The vitamin C in the OJ is good, but it is high in sugar and can prevent you from hydrating properly with water. But people like to think it is good, and increases the roll time...so they offer it instead of proper hydration." Rose is all about this hydration.

"I'll help you find something to wear."