7135/Red Xs and the Gho, Gho, Ghosts they haunt me...

Red Xs and the Gho, Gho, Ghosts they haunt me...
Date of Scene:	29 July 2021
Location:	The Opus Hotel - Fort Wayne, Indiana
Synopsis:	Damian and Mike show trust in each other in different ways. Mike has a breakthrough on a stalled project
Cast of Characters:	Michael Hannigan, Damian Wayne

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Michael Hannigan has posed:
Yet another part of the best kept secrets by certain inudstries. The Opus hotel is just one of many sister hotels that tend to maintain a low key, almost non-existent outward appearance. This makes for an easier time traveling for some. But the inside of the hotel is more than sufficient for the needs of all those traveling in the Drago entourage.

This studio style room is of a standard fare. The overall shape of the room is that of a rectangle with the bathroom to the immediate right of the entryway. A little further out from the bathroom, also to the right are two queen sized beds with a night stand between the two. To the far end near the window, a sleeper chair is situated next to a floor lamp. A desk is positioned directly across from it next to a secondary door that leads to the adjacent studio. (Assuming the occupants of both rooms unbolt their respective doors)

Unlike some modern chain hotels, the furniture is not actually bolted to the wall or floor and, should someone feel inclined to, they could technically move the pieces as needed. Despite some old school furnishings, the room is clean, the linens are soft, the complimentary toiletries plenty, and the furniture is comfortable.

Already one concert down in Leg 2 of the tour, Mike is taking advantage of the night with no concert by resting up at the hotel. Unlike the other pieces of furniture, the bed that got designated for him got pulled from the wall to allow for a managable salt circle around that particular bed. Fortunately said bed had a reasonably stable enough headboard which is allowing for the musician to sit up and lean against it. Already dressed down, Mike is in some comfortable sleep pants, but he's been making sure to keep a shirt on til it's absolutely bedtime.

Right now he is holding pen to notebook, quietly studying the words upon the page.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Red X had been diligent in the bodyguard duties, though he hadn't removed the suit for about three days. It wouldn't be bad for the suit, but he knew he would need to take it off eventually. So, there it was, a large case on his bed, black anodized metal, and a red screen on the front. Gloved fingers pressed a series of numbers and letters, and the latches sprung open.

  "New songs?" Red X asked, voice modulation still active, as that skull helmet turned to look at Mike on the bed. Seems Red X is not unaware of small talk being a thing.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
To say that Red X can be quiet would be the very example of an understatement. There's quiet and then there's 'I thought you left hours ago'. Hearing the question, the pen lifts away from the page to avoid any unecessary stray marks. Pale eyes glance over towards the skull face looking back at him before turning back to the page to inspect what is written. "Just one." Mike answers, "More just verse for now."

The musician looks over towards the unlatched but still closed case, "What are you doing?"

Sure there's privacy but being that the littlest assassin's opening stuff up on the other bed in plain sight, chances are he doesn't mind he looking.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Interesting." Is all Damian says inside that helmet, before he lifts open the case, inside is room for every part of the lightly armored suit, even the helmet, to recharge.

  "Taking this thing off. It is about to die." He says, removing his gloves, and then the gauntlets. Of course, it wouldn't be a conversation with Damian without something wild to say.

  "You trust me with your life?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"That seems more like something you should have asked on the other trip." Mike murmurs, looking to the case and then over to Damian. "You and Vorp have shared sleeping arrangements with me when I've been on meds. That should tell you."

He considers the suit. "So, I'm guessing it'd be too optimistic to assume it runs on common power sources. Not exactly a plug into the wall type of thing."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Correct." Red X adds, before uncoupling his boots. Each piece is meticulously placed in the case, eventually leaving Damian in the black undersuit, and the helmet. "Then it's fair that I can do this in front of you."

  "Just know, and understand the responsibility this carries." He reaches to the helmet, and after a couple clicks, he tugs off the helmet. Underneath was a disheveled young man, his hair a little mussed up, and bright green eyes. Mike's seen them before, on someone who didn't exactly seem like Red X or Robin. It was the face of the young Damian Wayne.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's observes as the gear is gradually put up. It seems like a good way to take a mental break from his own task at hand. And the expression he's giving during the process has been non-committal. But the warning does focus the musician's attention a little as he looks away from the case and back up to the helmet in time to see the shorter hero take it off.

Blink.

Blink.

So, one of his security is a student from Happy Harbor. It is around this time one should probably say something to this but the knowledge is being processed at the moment. "...You know, I kind of expected you to be wearing the mask underneath all that."

Thank goodness the tour is in summer.

"Does Hank know?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Yes. Bo's scent detection and memory is apparently better than even I thought." Damian comments, before resting the helmet in the case, and closing it, latching automatically. "I thought about it. But it seemed excessive, and I was not going to wear the mask and the helmet for three days straight."

  Damian then grabs at a smaller suitcase, pulling it up on the bed as well, and unzipping it. Spare clothes were inside, along with toiletries and a Dopp kit. "If you have questions ask them now." Damian comments, heading to the bathroom to get out of the undersuit.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike considers. Oh the potential questions but only two come to mind. "How bad does it stink in that helmet? Does your family know?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     It isn't long before Damian comes back out, now in a large tee shirt and basketball shorts. "It smells like sweat. And Bruce has no idea. He thinks I am following around the tour with some school friends. Technically not a lie."

  "Batman knows exactly what's going on." Also not a lie.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As Damian heads into the bathroom to get changed, Mike stares to the closed door for a few moments before turning back to the notebook, mumuring to himself the words upon the page. When the pen starts glowing the musician startles, dropping the pen quick.

Eyes set upon the writing utensil, watching as the light seems to die away from it. Recovering, he reaches over to pick it up, feeling the energy start to fade away from it.

Well then.

He closes the notebook, clipping the pen inside before setting it beside him. "Ok. Definitely a stopping point." He murmurs as he starts to move under the covers.

As Damian comes back out, Mike gives a cursory glance over to the door to the adjacent room to make sure the bolt on their side is in place. The main door was already dealt with earlier.

"Alright." The musician comments as he reaches over to turn off the light closest to him before tugging off his shirt to toss it to the other side of his bed. "Early morning tomorrow so I'm going to crash. Night -Red." No point picking up bad habits while on tour, right?