8944/Outsiders, Meet Thoth Dad, MD

Outsiders, Meet Thoth Dad, MD
Date of Scene:	04 December 2021
Location:	Level 4 - Recreation - The Roost
Synopsis:	Wherein the Outsiders are introduced to the long-suffering Archivist, who has been brought in by Red Robin to provide informal mental health counseling, self care advice, and some basic adulting skills.
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Jonathan Sims, Laura Kinney, Gabby Kinney, M'gann M'orzz, Phoebe Beacon, Megan Gwynn, Bart Allen

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Tim Drake has posed:
    The standard alert goes out, sounding over the alarm system and also to everyone's comm-unit. CODE MASK, which is shorthand for: someone is in the Roost who doesn't know everyone's secret identities. It's not altogether uncommon, as none-in-the-known vigilantes are often brought in to the Roost's medical facilities.

    Today's not one of those cases. Instead, a follow-up alert goes out, calling for an informal team meeting in the Rec Room. Generally that means anyone who isn't already in the general vicinity shouldn't feel a pressing need to attend.

    Tim is there. Yes, in the Red Robin getup, but without his domino mask. Which is kind of weird.

    He's also making a pot of tea, which... okay, technically it doesn't count as cooking, so it's something he's capable of. If only because Alfred would never have let him go out into the big wide world on his own without having this one particular skill mastered.

    As he steps out from the kitchen area and into the rec room with a tray in his hands, he looks over at Jon.

    "Do you want something to eat? I can't make you anything past sandwiches, but given the makeup of the team, I keep just about every basic food ingredient in stock. Plus I have several standing accounts with local restaurants if you'd rather have something ordered in."

Conner Kent has posed:
More visitors? Well, no worries for Conner, but sometimes he wonders how long before most of the superhero crowd will know about the Roost. And would that be a bad thing? Probably not, but it is something to ponder.

Since there is someone around he doesn't know, he takes an extra five seconds to put on his boots and grab his leather jacket. Too look a little (little) more respectable. But hey, he came here to do his homework and watch movies in Tim's big screen, not to meet more people.

But maybe the visitor is a hot girl... nope. Old guy. Old guy that is not Batman. "Hey, good afternoon," he greets, stepping into the room. "Who's your friend, Rob?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "I'm not going to turn down food if you're being hospitable," Jon replies, looking vaguely amused. "And I know young people are /always/ hungry, so if you're trying to feed your friends..." He shrugs and spreads his hands.

    He's /not/ in his superhero getup, if for no other reason than it's really more of a magical transformation thing than a suit he puts on. Instead he's wearing his favorite green cardigan and brown slacks, and looking weirdly chipper for a guy who hasn't been getting much sleep lately, between Manhattan crime scenes and hooligans in London.

    He was around the Roost a week or two ago, briefly, looking much worse than he is today. Now, he sits on one of the couches and at least manages to /look/ relaxed. He's not /that/ old, unless you consider 'over 30' to be old. Which, to be fair, most of the Outsiders probably do.

    ...Okay, he's got grey in his hair. A lot more, lately. It makes him look older. Whatever.

    Jon looks around as Conner enters and lifts one hand to wave. He'll let Tim do the introducing, though.

Laura Kinney has posed:
X-23 might have a codename but she's never really been one for costumes. After all groups like SHIELD and Interpol have images of her on file. Not to mention all the files The Facility have on her.

Besides dressing up in spandex is more her Dads thing.

Instead she slinks barefoot around The Roost with a t-shirt and yoga pants on. It bothers her very little if she's seen. People can't identify you if they can't spot you in the first place!

She makes no move to announce herself. Short of sniffing the air as she gets near. Her nose will know if there's something about the stranger to be wary of.

Tim Drake has posed:
    It's one of those situations where, being a gracious host, Tim offered something he's not quite sure he can follow up on. But after he sets the tray down in front of Jon with the teapot and teacups and various necessary accoutrements, he heads back into the kitchen.

    With vague trepidation, he opens the fridge door.

    ...oh.

    A few moments later, he returns with a cafe-worthy slice of strawberry cake with whipped cream. There are picture-perfect slices of strawberry peeking out of the whipped cream filling. "We have a baker in the group," he says as he sets the plate and a fork down in front of Jon, before he settles on the arm of a nearby chair.

    Conner's the first to arrive, and Tim smiles vaguely lop-sidedly as he pulls his feet up, arms around his shins. "Hey, SB. This is..."

    Then he pauses and looks over at Jon. "Would you prefer to be introduced with your name or your, uh, title?" Tim shakes his head. "Either way, this is a friend of mine. He's been helping out with some of my civilian issues, and I thought he might be able to help the team out, too."

    He only side-eyes the faint glimpse of movement he catches in his peripherals. Laura will let everyone know once she's done her nose-check.

Conner Kent has posed:
Whatever the name decides, Conner offers Jon his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, any friend of Rob is my friend," he states. He is not as subtle when he finally hears Laura sneaking around, giving the girl a glance, then steps back to let Tim bring the food. "'Civilian' issues? Are you a detective or something else?" He asks, looking back at Jon.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon raises his eyebrows. Strawberry cake. Well, then. He lets it sit there for a moment as he shakes Conner's hand and says, "Jonathan Sims. The Archivist." There, name /and/ title. "I am... /not/ a detective, no." He sounds about as English as Alfred does, maybe a bit less formal.

    He glances briefly at the corner Laura's sneaking around in and then shrugs. They're superheroes, some of them sneak. "I'm a psychiatrist by training, specializing in, ahh..." He smiles. "I treat people like... you. Us. Super-types. I've... cut that back to an on-call basis of late, however, since I stumbled on my own... title."

    He raises a brow at Tim. "Rob?" A pause. "Oh. Oh! That actually... makes sense."

Laura Kinney has posed:
"I assume our guest has been cleared through security?" Laura muses, giving the air another sniff. Trying to work out what the unusual aromas given off by the stranger. An eyebrow raises curiously "Snake venom?"

Her head tilts to one side.

"Ah, yes those SHIELD non-lethal rounds. I thought I recognized that scent."

Tim Drake has posed:
    Briefly, Tim looks up at the ceiling when Conner asks if Jon is a detective. A glimpse of indecision crosses his face, before he blows out a breath.

    "I found out some... things, about my father--Jack Drake--recently. About the kind of man he was, and about the things that he did before I was born. Jon has been..."

    Well. Tim doesn't quite know how to explain what Jon has been. Not a psychiatrist, not to him, but that's only because they got into the thick of things a little too quickly for that to be possible any more.

    So rather than finish the sentencee, he pauses to nod at Laura. "Yeah. There's a dossier for him up on the Roost mainframe." Which is probably news to Jon. His eyebrows draw down together when she mentions SHIELD, and slowly his head turns towards Jon. "The firearms you and Martin had yesterday, they were non-lethal?"

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner frowns faintly at learning Jon is a psychiatrist. They are not crazy... well, they are mostly sane. With an exception or two.

"SHIELD, what?" Okay, maybe Jon has more than one job. He has never heard about the 'Archivist'. It sounds nerdy. But he has no grounds to comment on any codename, his own being 'Superboy'.

"Oh, okay... dossiers," he shrugs hopelessly. His own dossier must be pretty lengthy by now.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon blinks at Tim. "...Did you think we were just going to gun people down in the middle of the street? SHIELD exists to /protect/, not... kill civilians who may or may not have been under some kind of mystical influence." He frowns. "Even if that guy /really/ deserved to get shot, I don't know that he deserved to /die/." He shifts, a bit uncomfortably. He doesn't really want to think about that /too/ closely. He's not always happy about the answer.

    Then he sighs. "Well, I suppose if there's a /dossier/..." He says it with some amusement. "Yes, I work for SHIELD, as a therapist and training as a field agent. But the other bit, the Archivist, I... sort of... I can draw statements from people, and places. About things they've seen, things they've done. It all gets recorded." He taps the side of his head.

    "I... have been helping Tim deal with..." He huffs out a breath. "Bad things. I have been helping Tim deal with bad things. As a /friend/. Who... happens to be able to touch things and find out information about them." He smirks. "Sort of a detective, I guess?"

    He peers at Laura. Superboy is a known quantity, mostly--or can be extrapolated, but... "How can you even tell?" He opens his cardigan, revealing the "gun" with its blue lights along the side. "You can /smell/ the dendrotoxin?"

Laura Kinney has posed:
"I've had some experience with it in the past," Laura admits with a shrug. And by experience she means 'has been dosed with it'. "And it's unlikely anyone would be walking around with a pet snake at this time of year."

She ducks down and opens one of the cabinets, reaching inside and getting a box of cereal without needing to look for it.

"Any weapon is lethal if you try hard enough. But those rounds are as close to 'safe' as you're likely to get. Still that did mean they couldn't really slow me down for long.."

Tim Drake has posed:
    "I know," Tim says, with a gusty exhale. "We're not working with SHIELD, don't worry." There's a level of unease in his voice that suggests a long-standing distrust of government institutions like SHIELD.

    Look, SHIELD doesn't have a Jim Gordon, at least not one that Tim has met.

    So he just shrugs at Jon, unwilling to directly respond to the questioning. "He's in custody and that's what's important."

    Tim folds his legs together and sits like that instead, as the corners of his mouth twitch. He's not looking at Laura, but that's on purpose as he tries not to grin. The nose always knows. "There are a lot of people on the team with superhuman abilities," he explains generally, rather than going in specific to Laura's capabilities. "Well beyond anything I know, but they're all still a bunch of teenagers and young adults who deserve to have someone they can talk to that isn't..."

    Me. That's what he wants to say.

    Tim's nose wrinkles. "I don't have a good model for... self care, I guess. I was hoping that would be something you could bring to the table for the team."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner gets a can of soda of the fridge and smirks at Laura's words. "Enhanced senses. Usually cool, sometimes kind of creepy," he states. "Uh, yeah. So, talking," he directs Tim a disbelieving look.

It would be hard to convince most of them to talk with a psychiatrist. And even harder to a psychiatrist that is also a SHIELD agent. "A bunch of us are clones, and things go downhill from that."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon smiles and sits forward to pick up the cake, because it's something to focus on. Cuts off a piece and eats it while Tim's talking. "That's really not out of line from what I'm used to, ahh... SB?" He raises a brow between Tim and Conner. What's he supposed to call the guy, anyway? "I started out at Arkham, and... decided to work with... /heroes/ instead of /villains/. I've heard stranger things than 'I'm a clone.' So on /my/ end..." He shrugs. "Aliens and gods and clones is a normal Tuesday for me."

    He looks between Conner and Laura. "On your end? You don't trust me. I don't blame you. You think I'm going to try to psychoanalyze you or tell all your secrets to SHIELD. I can't be any kind of official therapist, because ethically I /can't/ if you're friends with Red Robin here. And as for SHIELD, well... Chief Carter and I have an understanding that part of being Archivist means running around and getting involved in things that I can't always dilvulge every detail of. I think she's happy to have me under their aegis at all; my grandmother refused to work for SHIELD." He shrugs again. "If it helps, I'm sort of Justice League-adjacent now, since I work for the 'Justice League Dark' and all. Evidently we're going to have /banners/." He smirks, and rolls his eyes.

    "But none of that's... trust takes time. I can be around, if anyone /does/ need to talk. And I offered to teach Tim how to cook. 'Basic adulting skills' are a thing everyone should know, super-powers or no." He eyes the cake. "...I do need to find out who made this. it's really quite good."

Laura Kinney has posed:
X-23 starts helping herself to what seems to be a box of corn flakes with a honey coating. Treating it much like popcorn. "SHIELD already have files on me from my former.. career." Which is a polite way to say international assassin. And of course files plural implying she's been rather busy for a young woman of her age. Which she has. Few of the files would make for good meal time reading though.

  "I've never been one for talking." Her eyes flick back to Tim. "If you wish to learn to cook I can demonstrate how to prepare fugu sashimi..."

There's a sense this is less 'talking to therapists' and more 'talking in general'.

Tim Drake has posed:
    When Conner looks at him that way, Tim tips his head to the side to acknowledge it. Then he sighs. "Look, if there's a chance that at least one of us manages to make it into actual adulthood without being a complete headcase..."

    He gestures loosely at Jon.

    "I trust him, and I think I'm a decent judge of character. But ultimately it'll be everyone's choice if they want to sit down and have an informal session with Jon. It's all off-the-books. Nobody's going to get a report after, not SHIELD, and not me." Pointedly he looks at Laura, when he mentions SHIELD. Whatever Tim knows of her past, he doesn't comment on.

    Tim stretches his legs out so that his boots are against the floor. "Otherwise, he can just be a good adult influence on the team. And someone with magic knowledge so it's not just Phoebe having to deal with all of that on her own," he adds.

    The serious bit drops when Laura offers her sashimi skills. Tim turns his head away and bites back laughter. "Thanks," is all he says to that.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Well, Red Tornado did try..." mutters Conner. As for adulthood, he tries to think one of the team that is actually okay and has no weird mental problems (besides himself, that is!). Maaaybe Hope? Gabby seems quite normal too!

"Now I think about it, cooking classes are going to make you quite popular," points out Conner. "We have a cooking robot, but Miss Martian and several others seem to love to spend time in the kitchen, maybe it is stress relief."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    There's a moment there, when Tim says 'I trust him,' that Jon just kind of... looks at the younger man with very wide eyes, like he's not really used to... people saying that about him. Dropping the 'responsible adult' armor for just a moment, and then he flusters a bit and puts down the cake and finally picks up the tea, and busies himself with drinking it, because... look, it's complicated, really. It is. But it means a lot, those three words.

    "Cooking /is/ stress-relieving," he says once he manages to pull himself together again. "And satisfying, in its way. And it's good to know you can survive without robots and butlers if you ever have to." He smirks at Tim. Is he teasing? Maybe a little. "I wouldn't touch fugu sashimi, however," he says in a deadpan sort of tone. "I'll leave the poisons to the people who put them in a weapon for me."

    He smiles. "As for magic... I /do/ know magic. I... rather enjoy magic, actually, the... constructive applications. I constructed a mental ward for a colleague last night, it was... oddly invigorating. I /think/ I might be able to manage healing, but I need a test subject and I'm not certain who I'm comfortable asking. Doubtful it'd be anything so powerful as Phoebe's, though."

Laura Kinney has posed:
"The food the robot makes is a little bland," Laura notes off-handedly. Of course anyone who has tried her idea of exciting food is probably glad of that. Not everyone wants their condiments to clear a crowded room if the bottle gets knocked over.

She blinks a few times. "Do Martians even need to eat?" The finer points of xenobiology beyond ways to snikt an alien aren't really her strong point.

"Fugu is perfectly safe providing you know which parts to remove." And very unsafe if you intentionally leave those bits in at a clients request.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim isn't sure he'd rate anyone on the team as being generally free of any issues that he thinks Jon could help with. Maybe Gabby, but even then, Tim thinks she covers it all up with enthusiasm.

    Like Laura, in the sense that Laura covers it all up with dry wit.

    "This whole thing started out as us wanting to save the world," Tim says, to Connner. "But it's a lot more complex than that, now. Secret missions, undercover ops, the amount of people trying to kill us," or worse, though he doesn't actually say that, "On a day-to-day basis, combine that with all the pressure from our respective legacies and limited opportunities for stress-relief..."

    He shakes his head. "No, I don't think so," is said in response to Laura's question. "Miss Martian doesn't need to sleep either, so she has a lot of hobbies to occupy her time." He nods towards the cake. "She's really good at baking, especially."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Miss M does need food," points out Conner. "Although I am pretty sure her metabolism is more efficient than a human one and can go without it for weeks," he is also pretty sure she needs sleep, but he has not asked. She keeps odd hours, but who here keeps normal hours?

This whole thing started out as... uh? Conner remembers he was trying to prove he was Superman. Also fame, money and women. It took learning about the real Superman, and also Tim's influence, to turn Conner into a real hero.

"I'll love to try your fugu sashimi, X," offers Conner. He is about the only one that will try the ultra-spicy-burrrrrn stuff the dark-haired girl loves. Try does not mean he loves it, though, he is a soda & pizza kinda person. Totally normal American youth.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
As if her ears were burning, a new figure walks into the room the others are gathered in. If Laura were here, it's easy to see the resemblance. Though younger and with several old scars on her face that look almost intentional, she was the spitting image of the older clone. It's the way she carries herself and presents herself that really drives the differences home however. A tshirt bearing several color shifting chameleons wearing sunglasses is worn over a set of comfortable leggings (With POCKETS) and some sneakers with zig-zagging laces. The length of her black hair is held out of her eyes by a barrette on either side of her bright green eyes that sweep over the room taking in everyone here. New faces and old alike. She pauses, a spoon clamped in her mouth while she holds a jar of peanut butter in the other clearly eating straight out f it. There's a little lip smacking involved as she clears the gooey sticky from the roof of her mouth in a gulp so she can speak properly. "Someone forget to send me a party invite?" It's said in a teasing tone before she grins wide and cheery at the group as the last few strings of conversation seem to finally click in her mind. "Oh, are we talking food? Have you guys TRIED peanut butter with Cheez-Whiz yet? It's kinda great."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Oh, I'll /eat/ fugu," Jon says. "But I don't trust myself to /make/ fugu." He's sitting on one of the couches, in green cardigan (that's hiding an ICER in a shoulder holster) and brown slacks, putting down a tea cup and picking up the strawberry cake again. Whatever he was thinking to say next--probably something agreeing with Tim on the need for mental health check-ins fater all those covert missions--goes right out the window, however.

    Because... peanut butter and Cheez-Whiz? Really?

    He blinks rapidly at Gabby and then looks at Tim. "Good lord," he says, "it's worse than I thought. You really /do/ need a responsible adult here." He tries to keep a straight face. He really does. Can't help smirking, a little.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
As if on cue, like the talk about Martians and baking summoned her (and perhaps it did, she is a telepath after all), M'gann arrives. If by arrives one means she phases up through the floor from below. "I didn't realize we were having a party! I would have made something!" Nevermind there was already cake in the refrigerator, there is seemingly always a cake in the refrigerator.

"Who is this?" The green skinned redhead dressed in something that akin to the aesthetics of Sailor Moon deciding to be a Western-style superhero asks. "Oh, wait I think I remember you. Your mental presence is familiar, you were there helping Phoebe in Egypt, right?!" She beams, the Martian girl generally having a smile for everyone.

Tim Drake has posed:
    In the background, as Gabby announces her newest food concoction, Tim is there making a face. Like, full tongue-sticking-out sort of face. Though after a moment, he shrugs one shoulder. "I guess it's no worse than the stuff I've seen Impulse eat," he admits.

    And immediately after Gabby's sudden appearance, here comes M'gann. "I gave him a piece of the cake you made." Tim points to the plate with said anime-esque strawberry cake sitting in front of Jon, at least one bite taken out from it. "Miss Martian, Honey Badger," he nods to both in turn to signify which is which (not that it's probably all that necessary) before he gestures to Jon. "This is the Archivist. He's a friend of mine, and someone willing to help out if anyone needs a sane, reasonable adult to talk to about anything."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Yes," that was for Gabby. In his defence, Conner was just out of the clone tank and it was probably Impulse's idea.

Then he turns to Tim, "Really, Rob. I always suspected that was Nightwing's job. Although... I have not seen it in a while, maybe we broke his mind once too many." He smirks at Jon. "Kidding, I am sure Nightwing is fine. Probably busy with Bludhaven stuff."

And then M'gann ghosts in. Conner shot the green girl a smile. "Nice to see you, MM. I guess it is a party now."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Sane adult? I thought those were just made up stories to keep us hopeful," Gabby jokes in resposne to the introductions which she seems to take readily in stride. "Nice to meetcha, Arc." Dubbed with a nickname for his nickname she licks the rest of her spoon clean. A quick bounce of the silver utensil is wagged in Conner's direction. "See, he gets it. Sometimes you just need food. And this is so much better than oatmeal or a nutrient slurry." A face is pulled complete with tongue sticking out at the very thought. As comical as it is though, there's a seriousness to her remark about those two foods. The kind of dreaded drudgery regarding something that can only happen through repeated, prolonged exposure to something. A certain deadness to her eyes. Someone had completely ruined oatmeal for her, forever. She would never recover. The look passes quick enough of course, there was plenty to catch her attention and distract her, such as M'gann coming through then floor. "Hey MM, been awhile. Sorry I haven't been around much since I was tiger sitting. Midterms and stuff."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon quite literally has the fork in his mouth, eating cake, when M'gann appears through the floor. Thus, it might seem that he coughs and goes a bit wide-eyed because of the green-skinned redhead phasing on through the floor. Miss Martian is, fortunately, the only one privy to the fact that her appearance and statement triggered a flashback, a memory of Egypt, of explosives and channeling the power of the gods and M'gann there taking one of his friends and /throwing/ her at a woman. A woman he helped kill. Which is good, because nobody needs to be subject to /that/.

    Jon covers it by pounding on his chest as if Gabby and Tim had made him laugh. "Sane. Mmm-hmm. Certainly. Let's go with 'functional,' keep expectations reasonable. Yes, I'm the 'Archivist' since we're doing titles, I suppose. Yes, that was me, in Egypt, Miss Martian. You made this cake? It's quite good."

    Aside, to Conner, "...If you're trying to scare me away, it isn't working. Now I'm curious. Not that I'll--" He stops. Frowns. Can he actually promise /not/ to pry? "...I will /try/ not to pry."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Miss Martian looks quite pleased that Jon has already been set up with cake. "Excellent!" She waves to Conner and Gabby, too. "Hi hi, tiger sitting? That must have been fun!" There is probably a related sitcom moment involving comical tiger-based antics going through her mind right now if anyone could see inside, but outwardly she just smiles.

Her attention is drawn back to Jon though as she seems to study him for a long moment, perhaps uncomfortably long, before finally saying "You should have more cake."

Tim Drake has posed:
    Whatever passes between Jon and M'gann only earns a faintly puzzled look from Tim. Something has piqued his detective sense, so to speak, but for now he refrains asking after it. Maybe if he can catch a moment later with M'gann...

    At any rate, though, she says Jon needs more cake, so Tim gets up. Partially as an excuse to eat some of the cake himself, admittedly, but he goes into the kitchen. "He's busy with Titans stuff, too. You know, the team that gets all the publicity?" he calls out, back to Conner. And then he stands at the fridge, distracted, hand tilted so he can read a notification on his smart watch. "How's Rasputin now, Gabby? Settled back at home?"

Conner Kent has posed:
"You mean the Avengers?" Replies Conner. He is forever annoyed with the Avengers because they formed a few months after the Team started and completely displaced the younger heroes from the newspaper headlines.

A totally one-sided non-rivalry, mind you. He was famous enough, anyway. But for him there clearly were a time pre-Avengers and another post-Avengers.

"Anyway, speaking of busy, I better finish some college reports before the movie session, tomorrow I will be busy," he stands up but follows Tim into the kitchen, "but I will have a slice of cake too. Food for the brains, or something".

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney moves to claim one of the chairs here by sinking down on the armrest, and just letting gravity take it's toll pulling her into it. Legs up and over the side she lounges in that way that only teens can do without getting a crick in their joints. Though she had been feasting (or at least snacking) on the peanut butter she carefully sets it down on the floor in front of her claimed chair to free her hands which then lace fingers together over her stomach comfortably. Her haed lifts toward Tim's question earning a grin. "Yeah, he's back tormenting the imps again. Not really the brightest demon-spawn but they keep him occupied." It's the talk of Egypt, and Phoebe, that earns a concerned frown from her. "I'm sorry I haven't been helping out more. How is everyone doing anyway? I mean, with the stuff going on..." She pauses reaching up to rub the back of her neck lightly while a little niggling sense of guilt creeps over her. Had she been so busy jumping from one city to another, to the school, to her 'other' group to pay much attention to her friends when in need? That would have to change. "Oh, there's cake? More cake I mean. Usually that clears out quick."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon blinks slowly at M'gann. Blink, blink, blink. "...Alright, then," he says slowly. As if unsure of that response. He goes about finishing off the slice of cake he has, since evidently he's supposed to have /more/.

    The Avengers comment gets a snort, and he says, "Glucose is generally good for brain function, yes. I'm not supposed to recommend sweets before studying, but I will. Nice to meet you!"

    His expression turns a little more somber as he looks to Gabby, but he can't... /really/ comment, so he just furrows his brow and peers at his now-empty plate, pondering how to actually go about /helping/ these kids. Young adults? Kids and young adults. Tim, at least, is no longer a 'kid' in his mind.

Laura Kinney has posed:
Laura Kinney shakes her head at her sisters culinery question. "If you had my nose you'd avoid canned cheese products," she informs. Still eating the cereal like it's a snack food. "And you can always request the robot butler to make a cake if we run out."

Passing this information along is probably a wise move for the Roosts finances...

Miss Martian gets a nod of acknowledgement, then she blinks at Jon. "Most of us have metabolisms which make a high calorie diet less of a concern."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Normal hours, baking, and snacking on peanutbutter and cheese whiz at the same time as a Code Mask being active. Pretty Par the Course for the Outsiders. Phoebe comes into the rec area, giving Conner a one handed wave in distraction, baring a book in the crook of her arm, wearing comfortable jeans, brightly colored socks covered with cartoon tyranosaurs with teacups, an earth-tone cable knit sweater, coily hair tightly tied in french braids since she was coming off a patrol earlier in the day.

    ... it's weird to see everyone gathered around, and weirder still that there is an Actual Adult who is not in a mask with them.

    "Hey, Team. Hello, Jon." she states, and she rubs the back of her neck a moment.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"I'm sorry if I startled you. I should try to remember to use doors." M'gann says regarding Jon again. "Sugar makes people feel good." She adds after a moment in response to Jon's comments about glucose and studying. Perhaps there is some connection there to her deciding he needs more cake. "You should have more cake too, Gabby. Oh! Laura! Phoebe! Would you like some cake?!" Or perhaps M'gann just thinks everyone should have more cake. "I should make another cake! What is your favorite kind of cake Mr. Archivist?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim sends Conner off with a slice of cake and an amused look, before he returns to the rec room area with several slices on plates. He's like Oprah right now, but with M'gann's cake. You get a slice of cake (Gabby)! You get a slice of cake (Laura)! Everybody gets a slice of cake (himself, M'gann, and yes, another slice for Jon)!

    "While Impulse isn't here," Tim confirms for Gabby, as to why there's still cake lingering about.

    At mention of things that she's missed, though, Tim seems... unusually hesitant. "It's okay. We all have stuff going on. I--it's fine." He clears his throat, and at the next buzz from his smart watch, Tim steps back. As he flicks the notification away, he sighs. When he turns around, he's already pressed his domino mask back into place. "Duty calls. I owe one last night of extra patrol and then I'm free--to, uh, settle back into my normal routine."

    And so it becomes not Tim's slice of cake, but Phoebe's slice of cake. "Hi Pheebs. Bye Pheebs." Then he waves over his shoulder. "Bye team! Don't eat the Archivist up on his first day as team self care specialist!"

    Off he goes.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney can't help but grin at Laura almost apologetically as she offers a rolling shrug to her sister. "Probably, but I guess in that regard I got lucky with my mutations." The explanation of metabolism draws her attention back to Jon with a quick nod of agreement. "Impulse is then worst, yeah, but I can heal my injuries so I tend to burn through a lot of calories. Or. Regenerate is probably more accurate since I can't control the healing part." The small explanation of her powers is concluded with, "Runs in the family. I'm a clone though." So was Laura but it wasn't her place to out others histories. Her own she had no issue talking about. M'gann's suggestion of having cake is met with a quick and ready grin. "Sounds like a plan--" she starts while swinging her legs off the armrest to sit up straight just in time for Tim to hand over a plate to her. It's taken in both hands with a soft, reverent gasp of, "Senpai noticed me!" as her way of saying thanks.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn has been doing the rounds and still trying to figure out where everything is. But the recroom looks like fun, and oooh, is that cake that is being passed around? She bliiinks and zips in, peering around, "Oooooooh cake! What's the special occasion?" her wings are fluttering a hundred miles a minute. Someone is super hyper..

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    "N-no," Jon says, clearly a little baffled by M'gann, "it's not 'Mr.'... just... look, 'Jon' is fine. Umm... I actually like fruitcake, but nobody in America seems to do it right. Or spice cake. You're right, sugar does make one feel better, I just meant... even high-calorie diets should be nutritionally balanced, is all. That's... actually something I have training and experience in dealing with. If people need help with it."

    Jon takes the cake and blinks at Tim. "They... they wouldn't actually..." They're not going to eat you, Jon. Really. But he sort of blinks around at everyone and then finally peers at Phoebe for a moment, like he's trying to find his bearings. "Hello, Phoebe," he manages, a little weakly. He smiles. It's a lot of people for the Archivist.

Laura Kinney has posed:
Laura Kinney waves off the offers of cake. She does after all already have something to eat. "Not right now," she responds. Looking at both M'gann and Tim. "I'm only having something light." Thankfully this leaves a slice free for Megan to take instead.

X-23 nods at Jon, then mouths the word 'SHIELD' to her sister.

"All of my safe houses have supplies of MRE's which are nutritionally balanced."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe now has a slice of cake, balanced on top of her book. There's a moment there, where Jon would get to see Phoebs give the 'reeeaaally' look to Tim, and she brushes her shoulder against the dark-haired Drake as he passes.

     "Hi Tim, bye Tim, told Chas we were going on a date. Be safe, stay out of melee range." Phoebe greeds and bids the Team Leader farewell in his journey -- AND now has cake. She pokes at the cake a moment, and then goes to join the grouping, nimbly balancing her cake in the crook of ehr arm as she puts the ancient looking book to her side, and she picks at the cake a moment.

    "Welcome to the Outsiders, Jon. If you need a reprieve, the Medical Lab has a candy drawer --" she glances over to Gabby "Unless *someone* has eaten all the gummies again." she gives a small smile.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen has been busy, he had spent the day with Jay and Joan, have to spend time with the sorta grandparent/parent/mentor. But from talking to them Bart was reminded of something and he made a few stops on the way home. Bart comes in at speed, and is going around the room at speed. Things seem to just appear around the room. One corner has a Christmas tree, and a second later it is decorated, another corner has a Menorah, with a Kinara beside it enough room so each have their own place. The room, ends up with decorations from most every holiday in December. He stands in the middle of the room looking about and says "Happy hollidays." He is in costume with a Santa hat on his head.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn makes a beeline for the caaaaaaake! And makes sure she gets a slice before certain more hyper people can eat the rest. Once that's done, she peers around, smiling and waving to the clone sisters and to Phoebe. Oooh and there are new faces here today. "Hi people I don't know! I'm Megan!" and then Bart appears in costume and she giggles, "Hiiii Santa, do you have an early gift for meee?!"

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann gives Jon a curious look after Tim's comment. "Is this a human thing? Are you delicious?" She asks with a straight face such that it is really hard to tell if she is actually serious (naive alien) or horribly messing with him (It's this one).

She looks quite pleased when Phoebe takes the cake. Laura refusing cake is nothing new, but M'gann just knows someday the young assassin will learn to appreciate the joys of sugar-filled baked goods.

"Fruit cake?! I think I can do one of those, that's what they usually have in holiday specials and then regift to their relatives for years until everyone has had it ten times and they're all afraid to eat it!" The strangest things seem to excite the green alien teenager sometimes. "I will go see what we have in the kitchen! I hope I didn't use all the fruit making jam. Oh! By the way, we have a cupboard full of fresh jam!" She informs everyone before phasing through one of the walls in the direction of the kitchen.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney catches the mouthing from Laura only to give a curt nod. Her gaze swivels back toward Jon staring at him with an intensity one might not have expected from her. A quick once-over evaluating him in some aspect. "That explains the gun at least. Know how to use it, I hope? Everyone's on me about knowing my weaponry but it's good to know even if you don't use it. Gun safety is important." She's already grabbed her fork to stab into the strawberry cake when Phoebe greets Jon, and mentions the candy drawer. For a moment she gets a deer-in-headlights expression of being caught red-handed. "... You might need more of those. Buy stock?" She suggests sheepishly only to clear her throat in a more-serious-manner. Or an attempt to be. "Actually haven't checked in a day or two so it might be good. I'm trying to knock out some midterm stuff." The bite of cake is taken with a happy little groan of delight as she wriggles in her seat, letting her toes foot-tap along with her happy cake dance. A quick wag of her emptied fork is offered in Megan's direction, and the cake is temporarily relocated to one chipmunk-puffed out cheek. "Hi, I'm Honey Badger!"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    There's a /lot/ going on. Bart appearing from nowhere, Megan bouncing around, M'gann... not quite threatening to eat him and then offering to make fruitcake? "Oh good lord," he mutters. "I hope she doesn't make one of those awful bricks."

    He gives Gabby a rather flat look, then. "/Yes/, I know how to /use/ it. They don't issue them if you don't know how to use them." He shifts a bit, as if to try to hide the gun. He should have left it somewhere, but where? He wasn't going to come down here /unarmed/. Not on the /Hyperloop/.

    Phoebe gets a chuckle. "I've already been to the Medical Lab the once, but I don't think I need to retreat, I'm... well, it's a lot of people, but..." He shrugs. "This is, ahh, sort of the point, right?" He looks around at Bart and Megan, settles for, "Hello, I'm Jon. Or the Archivist. But Jon's... fine. Red Robin wanted a 'responsible adult' about and I was the best he could find, evidently. All the others are busy."

Laura Kinney has posed:
"It is rather a lot of people," Laura agrees. "And a sign that I should probably resume my training session." After all if everyone is up here it means no-one is going to mind if she rigs up something unusually deadly. Dodging gunfire perhaps. That's always a skill that comes in handy around Gotham.

She rolls her shoulders, then makes a b-line towards the bar where she can snag a bottle of water. Her box of honey coated cereal comes with her. It is after all vital to maintain a high level of energy.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn waves to Laura as she heads out, "Seeya later, Laura.." but she's rather busy munching on cake for a bit to talk. Gabby is given a giggle and nod, though Shes or I ahoy seen her around the school. "Honey Badger, that's su he a cyute name!" to Jon she nods and waves, "Hiii that's cool..So what, that some kinda fancy librarian..?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a wave to Bart and Megan, and she watches as Bart sets up for every winter holiday. It's oddly comforting. She looks at the tree, and rubs the back of her neck as she exhales, and then gives a one-armed shoulder. "Happy Holidays, Impulse." she greets the speedster warmly, giving a wave to Megan as well, and awkwardly just, sitting off to the side as she picks at her cake.

    "As long as everything was put back. I reorganized after I didn't need to stay behind any shields. I was the previous self-care supervisor for the team. You have your work cut out for you." she states, and then she waves over to Megan.

    "Hey, Pixie, meet the new team psych." she calls out.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen smiles and says "I left some room for people to put anything they want to put on the tree or other places." He smiles and offers his hand to Jon "Impulse, Team speedster and vet." He offers in introduction of himself. He looks around and seeing the slices of cake, he hmms. Again a blur and finding the kitchen cake free, he is off and back, to finding a place to sit next to the tree, with a dozen boxes of different types of little debbie cakes around him. He looks over to pixxie, and offers her one of the white christmas tree cakes "Here ya go." He offers and starts in on one of cherry cordial cakes.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney has halfway polished off her cake by the time she gets to her feet. Surprisingly, in spite of her apparent nature, she doesn't eat as fast or recklessly as Bart does. "Nice decorating, Impulse. Thanks! It looks great in here now." Not that it didn't before. Just it was more festive now. Jon gets a nod at his explanations of the gun. "Yeah, sorry. I think I'm picking up the habit everyone has regarding me and weapons. I'm trained, have been for years, but my age gets people wigging out. Just asked because a lot of people here aren't into that sort of weaponry. X-23 and I are though, as are some others, but for the most part it's kind of 'anti-gun' here in Gotham." A quick grin is offered around to everyone. "I'm gonna go grab a shower and do some more homework while I can. Good meeting everyone new and seeing everyone again!" She's just about to continue right on out when she pauses at Phoebe giving her a solid look. "You're getting a hug," she informs before reaching out to do just that. A firm, tight squeeze before she slips away again. "I've got more where that's from if you need, okay? Okay."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods to Gabby in understanding. "Ahh, of course. Well..." He gestures about. "I hardly think /age/ has much bearing on ability." He smirks, and then watches her go to hug Phoebe. Nods approvingly. Phoebe needs hugs.

    He rubs the back of his neck, then adds, "I don't think anything got moved, it was just a matter of putting my arm in a sling. And I'm not... I /can't/ officially be a psychiatrist, really, you're all too close to Red Robin. Ethical quandries. But I can offer, you know, a friendly ear. Cooking classes. I'll eat a bite of just about anything."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe was still sort of picking at the cake -- more of it's become crumbles than's made it to her mouth. She blinks a moment as Gabby approaches her, and was about to says omething to the other 'baby teen' on the team, before she gets a warning of an impending embrace.

    Phoebe does *not* look comfortable with it, and shrinks back a touch as she's embraced. "You -- you don't have any reason to -- it's okay. It's okay, Honey Badger." she states softly, setting her plate down and awkwardly patting at Gabby's shoulder, and she releases the other girl, and then just looks so tired, watching Gabs leave. She curls her fingers a moment, reaching up to scratch at her chest below the hem of her shirt,

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen watches Phoebe a bit of concern showing on his face at her. The young man will look over to Jon, and says "You would not want to be a shrink for all of us anyways, one person listening to us all, your head would explode. Heck just getting around the fact I am from the 31st century is a bit much for most.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    /That/ makes Jon sit forward a bit. "The 31st century? Really? That's... well. That's impressive. And fascinating." He smiles. "But, ahh... well, you weren't here... this is sort of what I... do? Or did, before I got my own... abilities. Most of my clients are... like you. Superheroes, or first responders in some other manner. I have heard, and seen, a /lot/. That's been my... calling card, as it were. I'll believe whatever it is you've done or run into or your origin. I work with whatever... oddities people's powers and situation require." He shrugs.

    "Even if I can't be official, though... I'll listen, like I said. Offer advice, if I can. Help, ahh, figuring out basic adult sorts of things. Superheroes, unfortunately, often still have to deal with pesky things like leases and taxes." He makes a face.

    He glances over at Phoebe for a moment, frowns thoughtfully, but they're in public, so...

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe rubs the back of her neck a moment.

    "Technically you're dealing with a bunch of damaged young adults. I don't think you have access to the computer systems, but if you're granted access by Red Robin, I can provide you with the information. You've already seen mine, at Thompkin's. Though now I've got to update my permenant mark listing..." she trails off a moment, and she tilts her head a moment, as if taking a quick mental note. "Along with the allergy information from Thompkin's clinic. That was a surprise."

    And then she gives a slight smile. "Yeah, Bart's from the future. We once had a conversation about tracking down DNA records because his cousin looks a little like me."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over and says "I think my stuff is all in there, well at least most of the stuff." He admits. "So your here to help, it is a good thing, you will prob see me about a decent amount my name if Bart, when I am not Impulse." He looks over and since Phoebe seems to know him. "Are you one of of the residents ate the curio?" He will look over "Jennifer might have some recordings in the justice league files not sure how much they have on the legion.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon shakes his head. "I was going to live there, briefly, but... ahh... no. I know Phoebe from..." He hesitates, raises his eyebrows toward her. He has no idea what she tells people and what she doesn't.

    "As for files... if Red Robin grants access I'll certainly look, but... I think my other employer gives some people... trust issues." He smirks. "I think it's in the dossier. I work for SHIELD now, which makes people... understandably nervous. That isn't common knowledge, though. It's a pleasure to meet you, Bart. Why are you here if you're from the future?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Bart knows pretty much everything that happened. He's one of my best friends, along with Tim." Phoebe states to the unasked question.

    "The Other One used to crack jokes and Bart generally agrees with the assessment of 'Asshole' in most cases. And yeah, working for SHIELD will make everyone here nervous. Knowing that you'll store the information away into the archives is kind of more a concern of mine, but it's Robin's decision to bring you in. And if there is anyone who I would jump if he told me to -- it's him."

     She frowns at something in the book.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen nods a bit and says "Phoebe is great." He clarifies, and says "Well basicly medical condition, I was aging at an accelerated rate. If someone was born the same time I was, and ages as I did with the acceleration, I think they would be ten or twelve at max."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods slowly. "Accelerated aging, so noted." He smiles. "Phoebe is, indeed, pretty great. But yes, we met through... 'the Other One,' as she says. And Chas. That whole business over in Manhattan."

    He sighs. "As for the rest, SHIELD and the Archive...? Well, this whole conversation will be in the Archive, that can't be helped. But very little comes /out/ of it except as needed. But trust takes time, and that's fine. I'm sure someone will need the help, eventually."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I'm an overdramatic teenager with a bad habit of heroism and martyrdom. Ask John." Phoebe replies cooly as she flips a couple of pages in her book. She reaches up and scratches at her chest again and shifts her weight around.

    "Bart was aware of the demon dogs and was on hand to move the library from the village to a secure location in Cairo for me. So --" she does give a warm smile at Bart "He saved all the knowledge, all those thousands of books and scrolls and papyrus." she gives a wry smile at that, and then reaches up to rub her shoulder a moment.

    "And yeah, the archive thing is more in regards to my medical notes on the team. Some don't want any information being entered in anywhere, so I monitor by hand. Unfortunately between my teams rampant healing and regeneration and fast metabolism and stubbornness in refusing to get healed, I had a lot of free time to codify my notes."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen 's brow raises a bit and says Archive?" He looks over, and says "You also work for a library or something? I read a library once." He has went through half his boxes of little debbie cakes. "Oh did I miss anything for the decorations? I thought about stockings, but I was not sure, if some might not want them since they are mostly christmas, and not one of the other holidays.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon hums softly. "I'll be sure to ask, then, before I look at anyone's files," he says softly. He shakes his head to Bart. "No, I... am sort of a living recorder. Everything I see and do, is stored in a metaphysical Archive, and passed on to my successors. I have the memories of five thousand years of Archivists rattling around up here, for whenever they want to be /useful/." He grins.

    Then, seriously, "You deserve a medal for helping save that knowledge, Bart. Thank you. Too much is lost already." He considers something, thoughtfully. Filing an idea away, to come back to later. Decorations aren't really his thing.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe swipes one of the little christmas tree cakes. Not her favorite, but she'll settle. She brings her knees up, sitting in a scrunched way that only teenagers and children can, and balances what is undoubtedly an Old Book on her lap, and considers a moment.

    And then she tilts her head back, and looks to Bart and to Jon.

    "He really does. He's the fastest person I know, has pretty much the biggest heart. Just wants everyone to be happy." she explains, and then she motions to Jon. "Jon has access to millennia of information stored away. I bet if you ever started having trouble with your patience, he'd be the best resource to inquire for where to go."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen hmms and says "So sorta like me but with a multi generational bend to it. I remember anything I read, and it is here for good." He taps the side of his head, and looks over to Phoebe "Hey if people are happy it is a better world." He offers with a smile and says "I thought about trying to read the scrolls, but it is nor one of the languages I know, I could probably do it, but It is Phoebe's things. Mind you if there is anything about mythical animals in there, I would like notes.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon glowers for a moment. The thought crossing his mind just now isn't helpful or kind: it's that Bart could be /useful/ on a certain trip to the Underworld he needs to take. He's supposed to be /helping/ these kids. And young people. Young adults. But, no, Bart's /definitely/ a kid. He's not asking him to go into the lands of the /dead/ with him. He focuses on eating cake for a moment, to wipe away the glower.

    Finally: "I should show you Nilaa. There's all sorts of fantastical animals there."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "You should show him Nilaa. It'd probably make his decade, might make Jeffrey jealous." Phoebe gives a small smile, and as the rest of the Outsiders have wandered off, she sets her tome down, and begins to clean up from all the cake. Nevermind that they have a robot butler that can do it. She's used to cleaning. Barback and all.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over and says "If it is about animals, I would love to see it, I am working at Gotham Zoo, and am taking Vet classes at college. I do need to find some people to talk about magical animals to, if I am going to help magical animals as well. He looks over to Phoebe, a look of unsure if he should mention a specific one.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon has finished off the second slice of cake, and says, "I will... definitely keep that in mind, then. But I should probably get going. I have meetings... have to meet a magician about angels." He smirks.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I have to wrap up psome file updating and I'll be heading home to the Curio. Bart, I don't suppose I could borrow a lift? Bike's still down, and you're a bit quicker than the Hyper Loop." Phoebe gives a little smile... and then she pauses, and looks over to Jon.

    "... be careful." she states to Jon, and then she frowns a moment. She rubs at her chest again.

    "Splitting time between here and there is making me nervous I'll miss something."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen nods his head a bit and says "Well you know I am here for you when ever The Impulse shaw is at your beck and call." He offers with a smile. He looks over to John "If you ever need something quick just give me a hollar."