8594/Guess Who's Back, Back Again. Gar is Back, Tell A Friend.

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Guess Who's Back, Back Again. Gar is Back, Tell A Friend.
Date of Scene: 08 November 2021
Location: Main Room - Titan's Tower
Synopsis: Gar returns from business on the West Coast to find things around the Tower involving Roombas and glitter haven't changed very much.
Cast of Characters: Gar Logan, Caitlin Fairchild, Victor Stone, Koriand'r, Kian, Kate Bishop, Donna Troy




Gar Logan has posed:
It's been a long couple weeks. The life of a superhero and actor can be very difficult to plan around, and after another trip to Southern California, Gar is just getting back to the Tower. There are a couple suitcases he's pulling behind him on roller wheels, and another bag slung across the shoulder. Suffice it to say, lugging the luggage has him shuffling along a little awkwardly.

Getting to the main room, he pauses for a look around. Anybody in the middle of anything? Or is it deserted?

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Vic, you can't--" Caitlin pushes her hair back from her face in frustration. As if realizing that some of the thick mane of red hair's come loose, she grimaces and takes a few seconds to bind her hair out of her way. It's professional attire for the redhead today; black knee-length pencil skirt, white blouse, high-waisted leather belt. Sensible black flats are less than super stylish, but probably go a long way towards helping her not tower over people at work.

The two are standing near the large table that dominates the room, a common place for people to do homework, eat meals, or socialize.

"You have to go /find/ the Roombas. And reprogram them to stop stabbing people and attacking each other! This isn't Highlander OR Pokemon, and they aren't going to somehow 'evolve' into better cleaning machines!" Indeed one of the cleaning fleet (having procured a knife somehow) is jabbing Caitlin in the ankle. Each little *whirt* of servomotors sounds both soulless and maniacal, with a dogged mechanical persistence.

Or it could be dust in the cogs.

Victor Stone has posed:
    "I had this fixed!" Vic proclaims. He's struggling with a Roomba himself, this one up on the table, which has a fork and is trying to stab him in the eye. He manages to get to its hard-wired 'off' switch and gets it shut off, sets it aside.

    "I had this /fixed/! And then Terry comes and dumps a damn glitterbomb in here and /nooo/ evidently I /don't/ have it all patched like I thought and /stop stabbing her you bad bad robot/!" He swipes at the Roomba trying to stab Caitlin in the ankle.

    He misses, and gets stabbed in the arm instead.

    "TERRY!!" he roars. "WHERE'S TERRY I'M GONNA MAKE HIM TRACK DOWN THESE ROOMBAS WITH ME!!"

    Welcome back, Gar!!

Koriand'r has posed:
The flare of green light and the sound of a small explosion later, Kori comes zipping into the room still aglow, starbolts ready in her hand and the tall orange alien girl in her usual skirt and midriff-baring fasion.

"Friends!" she loudly declares, looking about the room. "The tiny robot disks have armed themselves and are attacking!"

Apparently not having got the memo of some creative reprograming, Kori miiiight have reduced the 'great Roomba fleet's numbers by one.

Kian has posed:
    "I haf not had any trouble with them," Kian comments absently, perched as usual on the back of the couch.  "At leas' not since I drained the power out of one that made a grab for my wing."  He gives the nearest one to him a warning glance, just in case the lesson was forgotten.
    And then he looks up, smiles brightly, and flits across the room to greet Gar with a hug.  It's also easier to avoid trouble with the Roombas if you can avoid the floor.  "You are back!"
    He surveys the ongoing robot rampage.  With a smirk, he adds, "I am sorry to say, everythin' iss normal aroun' here."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan simply stares at all of this. "Yyyyeah, I can see that." He returns the embrace as well as he can with his hands full, then he takes a step back afterward. "Vic and the Roombas. It's like the worst band ever. Do I need to chuck some of them into the bay?"

A quick greeting is offered to each Titan in turn, and a tired expression turns marginally sharper as if he's working on his focus. There are options as far as how to deal with the chaos. "There was more glitter?"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Gar!" Caitlin's as pleased to see Gar as the others, and steps around the table to head towards him. A Roomba darts out and tries to ninja her in the achilles tendon. She pins it on its back and puts a physics textbook on it for good measure.

"Kori, try not to blow any of them up unless they're actually threatening someone," Caitlin bids the flying woman. "Most everyone here right now is either knife-proof or can stay off the floor."

"Gar, yes, sorry. There was a.... Terry-related situation," Caitlin hedges. "It's fine. We just got some wires crossed," she says, and gives Victor a narrow-eyed look. "But it's my fault. I didn't check the maintenance logs. Welcome home, though," she says, and offers him a sisterly embrace. "How's the family? Everyone doing ok?"

Koriand'r has posed:
Oh...everyone else in unconcerned? An apologetic lift of her hands is offered to Caitlin and Vic before the glowing energy around Starfire's fists is dispersed. She touches down only then to spot the returning green figure that is Gar.

"You're back!" Kori exclaims excitedly, zipping overtoward the shifter and offering a friendly embrace. She was a hugger after all!

"Welcome home! I am glad to see your travels were safe!"

Victor Stone has posed:
    "Gar!" Vic looks up from under the table, still wrestling with a Roomba. "Hey, welcome back! Sorry, it's... just this dang... the glitter's making them overheat and... I'm gonna have to shut them /all/ down and rip out the... hold on."

    He stands back from the table, adjusts his sonic cannon, and says, "Cover your ears!" Then he sends out a wave of sound tuned to shut down the Roombas--and hopefully not hurt anyone's ears in the process.

    The Roombas will stop attacking, at least.

Kian has posed:
    Kian covers his ears, thanks to the warning, uncovering when the cleaning robots stop moving.  "That works.  Yis, there was glitter, but there iss always glitter when Terry iss involved.  How was your trip?"
    He flits back to his perch on the back of the couch, where his purple sugar water awaits.  "It was probably a lot less weird wit'out fallin' through holes in space."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan decides it's best to let go of his bags and shunt them off toward one side, which he does by the time the Tamaranean is near enough for a hug of her own, which he gives back. "Yeah! Nice to see you again. And why am I not surprised it's glitter-related? I swear, whoever invented--whoa!"

He's quickly doing as suggested, as a few Roombas start to get aggressive before Cyborg's sonics help get them to stop. "And to think I gave some of them dust bunnies! Talk about trying to bite the hand that feeds you!"

Clearing his throat, he adds, "No big space holes, this time. Anyway..yeah. So I was doing a few readings out in Hollywood and I think I've got a new role coming up pretty soon, if everything goes the way it's sounding. Until then, we've got some gaming sessions to do. You and me, shiny. I'll show you why I'm the one they should be calling 'Victor.'" He mock-flexes in the big Titan's direction before flexing his thumbs.

Kate Bishop has posed:
    Kate comes out of the Women's Dorms looking anything but pleased with this current situation. Because yes she is aware of the current situation, one hundred percent, absolutely. This is because she is holding her sword in one hand with a roomba on it.

    Not like gnawing on it though. Like impaled whirring and sparking halfway down the blade with little wiggles. "Okay. Look. I'm trying to study for a physics test tomorrow morning and this little bastard tried to stab me in the leg. I thought we fixed t hese things Vic?" she just points a handcrossbow at the first one to start whirring at her feet as she stands taking up the door to the dorms. "Test me you little fracker and you will regret this."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"That's great new, Gar, I'm really glad to hear it," Caitlin congratulates. "Do you know where they're filming yet? Or can you even-- if you can't talk about it, I understand," she reassures him, and gives his arm a gently apologetic squeeze.

"Hi Kate! Be careful, some of the stabbier ones are still mobile. Either stay six inches off the floor, or wear a good reinforced leather boot. I'm sure we can get these rounded up before TOO much longer," she says, and shoots A Look at Vic.

Victor Stone has posed:
    "I'm working on it! Look, I've got to rebuild them anyway, feel free to stab or smash or whatever." Vic sighs. "I /really/ thought I had them fixed..."

    Vic is going around picking up each of the Roombas, tossing them into a recycling bin from the kitchen. "As for you, Gar," he says, "I'll be sure to figure out the paperwork for changing your name to 'Loser Logan.' It'll be great on all your credits rolls."

    He stops nearby and grins, and then actually offers his green friend a hug. "Congratulations on the part, though." See, he can be nice.

Kian has posed:
    Kian hops down to pick up one of the inert Roombas.  "I do not know what was wrong wit' them in the firs' place.  They did what they were suppose to do, clean the floor.  I do not know what else you wanted them to do."
    He sets it back down.  "Oh, wait.  This iss a 'because you can' thing, yis?"

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan takes advantage of Vic's own hug, after grinning at Caitlin, to turn himself into a monkey so he can more comfortably perch atop a shoulder, one hand atop Cyborg's head to aid with his balance. It also keeps him safer from any rogue Roombas that have yet to be subdued. "Thanks, Cait! I'd give you guys some details, but I don't wanna jinx anything. I'll just say it'd kinda be a departure for me, but also not be."

He looks toward Kate and encourages, "Get it," after she's threatened one of the little suckers nearest her. Then he scoffs, "If there's one thing I'm not, it's a loser. You sound like you need a reminder. After I've slept. I'm already feeling the jetlag." He erupts into a large yawn, even his tail straightening out as he stretches.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Just remember that you have to go home and look your mom in the eye after the credits roll." Prim reminder offered, Caitlin helpfully gathers up the mess of roombas and starts setting them out on the table. Admittedly if it wasn't for the knives, the upgraded automatons would be pretty handy. Extra arms, improved sensors-- they do a good job of keeping the place clean between the regularly scheduled cleaner visits.

"You go get some sleep. We'll recall the rest of these and reprogram them," she promises Gar. "It's good to see you home."

She smiles at the two wrangling friends and starts poking at the murderbots to dismantle them, or at least make them less murder-y.

Kate Bishop has posed:
    Kate frowns and fires the crosssbow when Vic gives the all clear to take the little stabby bastards out. It was trying to run away at that point but is solidly speared through the middle with the bolt and then spins in circles sparking.

    "Congrats Gar.. I take it you got the part you went for...?" yeah she missed the meat of the news, but the flow of conversation was educating. At least she hopes they weren't just sassing him.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "VIC!" The voice is Donna's and it's *loud*. She's not even on the same floor of the building. The shout comes echoing up the elevator shaft, the sound echoing metallically. "VICTOR STONE! WE WILL HAVE WORDS!"

    There's a >bing!< as the elevator arrives, and the doors sweep open to reveal Donna standing there surrounded by some number of Roombas perhaps between eight and twelve, but it's hard to tell as they mill around in the confined space, struggling to drive over each other. Every one of them weilds a n implement of some type in a grabber claw. A thoroughly random assortment -- two with expensive Japanese kitchen knives, several with hammers, screwdrivers and other assorted tools, and one rather pathetically waving around a half-eaten chicken drumstick it must have stolen from the trash.

    Donna has her sword out, and there are two more Roombas skewered on it like some ghastly metal and plastic kebab. "VICTOR STONE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE," Donna demands, her face aglow with a fury that perhaps only Caitlin and Vic, who have known her longest, will recognize is entirely fake and hiding a significant amusement at the situation.

    She stomps out of the elevator, and the swarm of Roombas trail along after her, jockeying for position, in chaotic tangle, each of them trying to be right behind her. She stomps over to the table, the robotic vacuum cleaner rabble loyally following along behind. When she comes to a halt, one of the Roombas attempts to reach up behind her with a novelty paper crown as if attempting to put it on her head, though its arm is far too short.

    "I think I killed their leader," she says. "And now they think I'm the world's biggest Roomba. This competitive working algorithm stuff has gone too far!"

    She stares at Vic with the same expression of mock fury for a few moments longer, then tilts her head to the side. "This is Terry's fault, isn't it? I don't know how, I don't know why, but I know it's Terry's fault.

    She reaches out a hand and rests it on Gar's shoulder. "Thank the gods your back, Gar. I think Terry has been getting bored without you, and that never goes well."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan hops back down from Vic after Donna turns up with her own cadre of cleaners apparently trying to deem her their leader, and he just shakes his monkey head. "Hey, Donna. Yeah, these things tend to happen around here sooner or later. And yeah, Kate. I think it's looking good so far."

After returning to normal size and shape, he thumbs in the direction of his bags. "I'd better get these up to my room and catch some sleep, if things quiet down at all. As for you, Vic? It's on soon."

Kate Bishop has posed:
    Kate picks the second roomba up off the floor impaled on the crossbow bolt and carts both now ofver to the recycling bin that Vic is filling up with disabled roombas.

    Donna's prediciment though has the young woman just break down into a gigglefit now, bracing her arm on the kitchen counter before pushing herself up to sit on it, out of reach of any of the roombas that may drift away from their new queen. "Sleep off that jetlag Gar!"

    She looks back to Donna still a bit of a giggle. "Queen of the Vacumes. Takes a lot of suction I guess to get that mantle..." look it is funny to her.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin pauses, looking at the roombas surging around Donna's feet. Kate's words are missed, as are the outrageous sallies from the others. The dialogue fades into her background, just white noise.

She's silent-- a finger lifts, points, waggles slightly.

Not silent: choking on her words.

"Are those my good damascus butcher knives?!" she demands of no one in particular.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Closing shot: Titan's Tower, late at night, the moon rising over the bay.

The windows shudder and the building shakes at a scream of primal outrage rattles the city.

"TERRANCE!!!"