6361/You Are Wrong!

You Are Wrong!
Date of Scene:	28 May 2021
Location:	A Certain Media Blowhard's Penthouse
Synopsis:	What do you get when you take two teenagers, a penchant for mischief, and an absent media blowhard? A hot tub party on someone else's property!
Cast of Characters:	Terry O'Neil, Michelangelo

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Terry O'Neil has posed:
~Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck gettin' dirt and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around people looking half-dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a matchhead...~


It's not a top-notch sound system, per se, but Vorpal's phone produces enough sound to at least be audible. Until the hot tub starts, anyways.

"You've got to admit," the Cheshire cat says with a grin, as he sets the three pizza boxes down on the portable table set up by the hot tub, "it has a certain genius to it. A certain je-ne-sais-quoi. Dude's out for a week."

This high up, there is a delightful breeze at night and the city spreads over the horizon like glittering gold. It was hard to say who had the idea... or, rather, it was good for plausible deniability, at least. but it was enthusiastically embraced.

"How's the tub coming along?" he asks, peering under the cover of one of the boxes. His own order was simple- pepperoni and cheese. He felt that he should make things easier for the peopel preparing their order, goodness knows what combination Michelangelo asked for his...

Michelangelo has posed:
     "SCORE!" Around the corner at a fancy LCD panel, was a giant turtle. "Bubbles and hot water babay!"

  Michelangelo turned the corner and was doing a little dance. "Oh yeah brah, that airbag ain't around to enjoy his bougie pad. And it's time for Mikey to dive in to Pepperoni, pickles, and guacamole." He rubs his hands together as he approaches Terry and the bounty of pizzas adjacent to the bubbling cauldron of pool water. "So, while the host is away, the turtle, and the cat, will play!"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"See, I can dig two of those three at once, but I'm not sure I'm grooving to that whole combo," Vorpal says, chuckling. As the whirr of the hot tub starts drowning out the music, the cat reaches over to dip a hand in the water. "Talk about windbags, eh? Did you ever hear that rant he did on The Flash? Seriously. Like, you've got to like kicking puppies to trash Wally."

"You know, I would love to see his face when he is told that his hot tub is clogged because of an ungodly amount of fur got into the filters!" he laughs and splashes the water a little, before turning back to the pizza and grabbing a slice of his simple fare.

"We should've brought April. But then again Harley might have come along and then she might have blown something up and then we'd be in /real/ trouble as opposed to just getting caught!"

Michelangelo has posed:
     "Don't knock it til you try it, Cat-Man-dude." Total music reference while delivering a cheesy slice to his mouth. "Dude, for sure. Like I heard Flash is a pretty nice guy. Like that time he helped the Trickster get back on track and on meds. Respect."

  Mikey slips himself into the water, which is just peachy for a turtle. "Yeah, I mean...Harley is cool and all buuuut she's extra. Like...EXTRA."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Maybe I'll give it a try. I got a bottle of tums back home just in case."

Finishing his pizza in several quick bites, he steps up to the tub and sinks a toe in. "Aaah... warmth." He's not wearing his usual uniform, but swim trunks- he came prepared! He had to admit he was a little giddy. The whole clandestinity of it all- they weren't crimefighters, ninjas or otherwise right now, but teenagers doing what teenagers do best- questionable decisions and thrill-seeking.

"Yeah, Harl's awesome but you can't bring her along unless you're ready for chaos. I'm usually fine with chaos myself!" he eases himself into the tub, standing up to the waist first, and as he stands there he gives Mikey a little splash with a hand, "but this requires the finely-crafted stealth of ninja and cat. You agree, no?"

And then he sinks in across from Michelangelo, up to his chest, and sighs. "Oh. This is life." Warmth and cats. It's like pizza and pickles. "... do you realize it's been, like, since before I vanished into that black hole that we've hung out?"

Michelangelo has posed:
     Mikey relaxed as the hot water soothed his muscles and just all-around felt good.

  "Ooh yeah, kinda makes you think about becoming a TV-Radio scumbag to make money off of losers like the people who listen to him." A happy sigh emits from the Party-Dude before laughing. "Nah, I love bein a turtle." HE SAID THE THING!

  "You vanished into a black hole?" Mikey asks, surprised and astounded...right before he sticks his tongue out jokingly. "Yeah, but like...life happens. Just gotta go with the flow, y'know? Like Master Splinter would say: ' Things happen for reasons, Michelangelo, the spring must flow around the stone.'"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Yeah, you can't become a shock jock, you're too high up on the evolutionary scale. 'Sides, I see you more as a DJ than a professional a-hole." He is halfway to reaching across to grab a pizza from the tub when Mike makes the black hole quip, and that awards him a splash. "You little shit," he chuckles, "you're sore 'cause I visited alien planets and didn't bring you anything. You wouldn't have liked it, tho- the food was bland as fff--- Donna was in a sour mood, like, all the time."

He sinks down to his chin and stretches out. It takes a little maneuvering so his legs don't collide with Michelangelo's, but he manages. Even if he has to hold on to the side of the tub to keep himself from dipping under. "The spring must flow aroud the stone... is that what he says when Donatello doesn't have time to fix the pluming?" he grins, and reaches over with a foot to nudge Mike's leg to punctuate the quip. "... so what have you been up to? Done anything with that space in the mall yet? "

Michelangelo has posed:
     "That's MC Shell to you, Sir." Mikey no-sells being splashed cause mmm, so relaxed. "Nah, I'm sore cause I go out and do ninja things at night Brah. -And- that my buddy went to outer space and didn't even bother bringing me back a moon rock."

  The turtle reaches for the pizza box and snags another slice of red and green pizza, nomming with gusto. His foot nudged and the three toed turtle nudges back. "You've disturbed the stinky triplets, dude!" Mikey laughs, before settling back in the warmth. "Ehh, everyone wants to do something and no one really has done anything yet. But soon, I got a feeling."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Hush, they're underwater, so they're safe!" he retorts, and then he gives Michelangelo a pout. "You're not gonna let me live it down, are ya? Or the fact that I gave Harley the magic flashlight... okay, how about this!" He gathers his legs under him and then leans forward, relocating himself right next to Mike. "I've got a piece of meteorite Supergirl gave me- I'll trade it for your forgiveness. What do you say? It even has her initials on it." He pauses. "In.. well, alien language, but that counts for something!"

Michelangelo has posed:
     Mikey's inexistent brow raises a little as a peace offering is brought up. "Meteorite huh? Hmmm. Your peace offering is accepted, dude. The triplets are appeased. Even if they didn't know about a magic flashlight."

  "So, what about you? What's the haps in the big T?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, nothin' much," the cat says, leaning back against the hot tub and closing his eyes to enjoy the warmth. Secretly, he's afraid that any moment now the thing will start showing signs of distress due to fur clogs. But that was part of the whole fun thing, right? "Just keeping my head above water at the Planet and trying to balance that with the Titans. Sometimes I drop the ball. Sometimes I drop both." He chuckles, "But I wouldn't have it any other way. Trying to get at the truth beats working for media blowhards like..."

He waves a hand to encompass the penthouse, and then he pauses.

They'd taken care of the security systems, thanks to a little application of his chaos magic and some research. But it was still a good idea to just stay on the outside and not go in. As he takes the totality of the outside, he suddenly gets a mischievous look on his face and leans in to whisper, even though nobody would be able to hear them.

"... we should totally TP this place before we leave. Like, make the outside look like there's going to be a royal wedding level of tissue floating around..."