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Wally West	It's been a weird week. Time travelling, meeting your future self, learning that the paradox was broken so the future might not *actually* be the future, fighting an army of a bunch of weird creatures only to learn that a future version of one of your best friends worked with her uncle and it was all one gigantic plot to break said paradox. Wally can't wrap his head around it. Add on that he had a few hard conversations with Cait and Wally just needs some stress relief. How might he do that? Not enough distance on the planet to run it out. He'd hit lightspeed and cause fissures in the earth if he really pushed himself or worse, vanish into the Speed Force with no one the wiser as to where he had gone. So he decides to use an old way: fixing something. He has a full toolkit, he wears a red tanktop and some black sweatpants, in addition to a black beanie that covers some of his red hair. "Alright old girl-" He twirls a wrench in his hand. "Let's see if the Wallman can trick you out." He has one of Cyborg's old manuals out and a few schematic designs that Wally's been trying to work up in his spare time. He's been reading when he's bored. So he gets to work on one of the engines, straddling the wing of the vessel while he pops open a compartment.
Caitlin Fairchild	After about a half an hour of work, the cargo elevator *dings* and opens up. The lift is used to move heavy equipment around the Titan's Tower, and it's slow and inconvenient enough that people only ever use it for real work. "Wally?" Caitlin's voice carries easily around the cave mouth. The redheaded Amazon walks off the lift, casually pulling a cart loaded with several tons of components behind her. "Wally, you in here? MARVIN sent up a relay requests for a--" The scarlet speedster is standing nearby before she's even finished her sentence, and Caitlin smiles a little ruefully. "--requests for a bunch of replacement parts for the ... T-Sub? I didn't even know we had them in storage. Transmission screws, propeller blades, and about thirty miles of optical fiber and copper wire." She lifts a chin at the workspace. The cave is pretty far from being undeveloped. A complicated set of overhead rails and rigging has created a full drydock that can take even the T-sub out of the water for service. There are plenty of moorings for other vehicles down there, too, including some jetskis, spare boats, and a very dilapidated old dinghy christened the SS Minnow Maus. "Did you see something in the maintenance logs? I don't think anyone's even taken the sub out of the bay in ... years? Longer?" she hazards.
Wally West	Wally wipes sweat off of his brow. He's used to doing agility work. Strength work was more...other Titan's skillset. Though he was rapidly trying to improve upon his skills. He even got some contacts in certain positions to help teach him new things! Classified! But, regardless of good opportunities - and no matter how he's feeling about it - when certain people call, Wally just answers. Caitlin is one of those people. Always. She calls his name and he's there before she can even finish the sentence, the young man standing in front of her and looking at the cart she's tugging along. "Yeah? What do you need?" He asks, only to look at what she's brought a bit more properly before he seems to become almost shy. "Uhm.." He clears his throat. "Thanks. Yeah, I tried to put in an order. Thought I'd clear the cobwebs of the basement a little bit. Haven't needed to help the Atlanteans in a little bit - probably because Namor is such a stiff and haven't seen Garth in a hot minute - but I figured I'd spend time time sprucing the place back up, clear the dust, get the T-Sub to..you know, operational levels in case we need to go deep sea diving again." Wally's good at running ON water. Running *in* water is a whole new beast that he doesn't particularly enjoy. So...T-Sub! "Me neither. Thought I was going to have to put in a special order and ask Rook to foot the bill." He sighs. "But it's good to know we still have that stuff. Thirty miles? Heck yeah." He smiles softly, looking towards the workspace he had managed to get in some working order... Even if he's still a little unorganized. "No, not really. Just a thought in my head from years ago. Brought me back to the good old days when life wasn't so complicated." He shakes his head. "But, checked them after I hit minute 20. This old girl needed some attention." He gestures to the big-ass boat. "Remember the Minnow Maus?" He asks her. He shrugs. "Here, we can bring that stuff over here and honestly, I could use some muscle to help me out if you're interested." It's an innocent request, almost impersonal. She has the freedom to choose and he won't pressure her.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin snorts when she sees the little dinghy. "You know, for a few minutes there, I really did think you three were going to make it to Long Island," she assures Wally. "A shame about that tour boat," she says with a slightly melodramatic sigh. Caitlin obligingly turns back to the cart and claps a hand on the handle, and with a little grunt of effort gets it moving again in the direction Wally indicates. "I'll help you with some of it, but I can't walk on water any better than I can walk on air," she reminds Wally. "We'll need to cargo some of these parts over. I don't think we want to risk tossing them." Like Wally, Caitlin's dressed to work, in an old set of stained, well-worn tan coveralls and a t-shirt so old it's gone grey with repeated washings. And like any self-respecting engineer, her hair's done up in a messy bun and held in place with a thermal probe and a drafting pencil. "And don't worry about the cost. If Damian doesn't wanna sign off on it, Richard will," she promises Wally. "I think he's still technically in charge of the budget. He just wants Damian to get experience managing the Titan's budget, I guess."
Wally West	"Heh, if you thought that thing was going to make it to Long Island.." Wally smirks. "That thing could've made it to Asia." He lifts his shoulders up and lets them slump back down in a quick shrug. "Good times. Things were simpler back then. Just the team, beating up bad guys and returning lost purses." Wally smiles softly. He kept souvenirs of every major mission the team went on. He really should just move int othe Tower. "We don't talk about the tour boat." He puts a palm against his face and shivers a little dramatically, but he smiles as Caitlin decides to help. "Appreciate it. Just don't really have the raw strength you do." He flexes. "I can lift MAYBE half a ton on a good day. But that's...a lot." He gestures to the cart before he's walking with her. "I think we can toss *some* of it. The lighter stuff. I can try catching it and applying it to the boat." He's quick like that. Granted, if he moves too fast and puts too much tension on the screws or what have you, could set things deeper than it's supposed to or cause more harm than good. "Think Dick would? Speaking of Dick, haven't seen him in awhile. I hope he's doing okay." He chuckles. "I don't think Damian wants anything to do with the budget, but at least it's a good, teachable moment."
Caitlin Fairchild	t "He's always OK," Caitlin assures Wally. "But I get what you're saying. When we started getting back together he wasn't much of a presence. These days, he mostly spends time in Gotham or with his fiancee. Her name is Stephanie, she's very sweet," she assures Wally. Obligingly, she wings a few items up and across the distance from shore to hull. The heavier components, however, will need the swing system, and Caitlin sets about strapping the transport nets in place while Wally gets to play with the controls of the world's largest arcade claw machine. "I miss the old days, too," she admits, and climbs up the side of the submarine to trade spots with Wally so she can catch the cargo as it descends. "Mostly just how quiet it was. I mean I always thought you boys were noisy," she confesses, "but back then it was like... twelve of us. Tops. Now, between active and reserve members, we've got like 40 Titans. Plus everyone's family, friends, nemeses, and significant others," she points out. "We can't even sit everyone at the table all at once. Like we used to," she says, with a little mournful regret in her tone.
Wally West	"Yeah, he probably is. Can't remember a time when he wasn't okay. I think that's a Batman lesson in itself - if you're okay, you're okay. If you're not, you're still okay." Wally shrugs. "Kinda wish I was trained by Batman. But, I think the original Flash was a good mentor." Barry Allen, anyway. Jay Garrick was really cool too. He seems to blink though as he hears he's engaged. "Wait, what? He's engaged? Heh, never thought I'd see the day." Wally seems genuinely happy for his friend, despite his conflicted feelings at the moment. "Guess I'll have to stop by with a bouquet and a wedding gift. Any idea what they might like?" He asks Cait curiously, before he's zooming across the distance to catch a few things that Caitlin wings over across that distance, if so he can gather them up for instanllation. "Alrighty...now lets see-" He starts messing with some old controls, getting the claw to work. "The claaaaawww." He says as if he were a tiny green alien from Toy Story. "Don't know about quiet, but there were certainly...less." Wally smirks. "Speaking of which...when was the last time we actually had Thanksgiving?" He asks her, leaning to give her shoulder a little nudge. He won't budge her of course. "We could try and get some of the team together, at least hte original members, for a little sit down? Could extend that invitation to everyone else too but it'd be kinda hectic."
Caitlin Fairchild	"We had Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving," Caitlin reminds Wally, and reaches up to accept the claw as it descends with the load in hand. She guides it to the hull and starts carefully undoing the harnesses that hold the load in place while it transits. "But we kinda had to spread it out over a day and a half. Just too much going on and too many things to do. I'm still the baby resident so I had to come in and cover the ER, and I think Kori got wrangled into a photo shoot?" she hazards. "So I did the cooking in the week leading up, but we basically staggered the meal out into four different shifts." With little effort she picks up the one-ton camshaft and moves to lower it carefully through a porthole into the engine room. "We could probably arrange a little holiday get together just for the OG crew, though," she suggests to Wally, and drops into the porthole with a heavy *thud* of boots hitting corrugated steel. "I can fit twelve at my condo, but I bet Richard would want to invite us to his house again," she calls up. "He likes hosting people, but I guess Mister Wayne isn't big on strangers in the house. Which is weird because we've met him like, /dozens/ of times."
Wally West	"Did we?" Wally asks Caitlin without looking at her. "Huh. Must've just missed it." There's a sad note in his voice, like he's trying to remember the last time he was AT Thanksgiving. "Well, I guess I just got a little busy. Sorry I couldn't snag the wishbone. Did someone make a wish?" He questions Cait as they work. "Isn't that the truth..." about too much going on. "I'mp retty sure you could have your Doctrates by now, Cait." He encourages. "To be fair, I can't remember when Kori /wasn't/ part of a photo shoot." He shrugs. Models be models. "I can fit maybe six in my apartment." Wally remarks. "It's a small space, but I could fit people if I needed to. Twelve is a little tight for me but I could come up with something." He tends to. "and have you been to Gotham? Pretty sure the entire city screams 'get out'. Doesn't surprise me that Mr. Wayne isn't one to entertain too many visitors, even with Dick's encouragement."
Caitlin Fairchild	"I have /one/ Doctorate," Caitlin corrects Wally with a gentle note from down below. "It's my PhD in genetics and cellular biology. I'm working on my MD. Medical Degree," she clarifies. "It takes some people more than a decade to get their MD. Four years of undergrad, four more years for the MD, and then five years of residency." There's a grunt and a shift of metal and some things *whirr* and grind and *thunk*. Caitlin mutters a few things under her breath. *WHAM*! The entire sub shakes and Caitlin climbs up out of the hatch, dusting her hands with a satisfied expression and tossing the old camshaft off the vessel and onto the dock. "Basically I'm getting my residency fast-tracked because I'm going to do it with Eponia, on Themyscira. She's their most senior physician. She's their most senior /anything/. I told the committee that she had me sewing up my sisters on the battlefield. Then I told them she was with Chiron when they *invented* stitches." A brow lifts pointedly at Wally. "Anyway, I've still got some months to go before they'll cut me loose into the wild, and I'll owe a lot of hours in the ER to Columbia Med." She hops off the submarine and puts the camshaft up into another dolly, to be taken away for recycling. "How about you? Still making progress in school?" she asks, convivially./
Wally West	Ever feel like you're a smart person, then you talk to that one person who you feel like has WAY better training because they got WAY better mentors, therefore is WAY smarter? Yeah, that's what Wally's dealing with right now. "Right..." Wally listens to her. She's learning from someone who witnessed the INVENTION OF STITCHES. "Yeah. Explain to me why they arn't just awarding you an MD?" Wally asks Caitlin fora moment as he seems to just shake his head ever so softly. Jealousy? Unlikely. But there is a hint of inferiority in Wally's tone, at least where intelligence is concerned. "Practically did surgery if you're seweing people up. Just sayin'!" Wally suggests, though He seems to be looking through one of the manuals at the moment, his hand moving so fast through the pages that it could be said there are no pages at all, his hand a blur and his eyes darting from side to speedily read through the information before him. "A little. I'm thinking about moving my studies to Criminal Justice, with a minor in forensic science." Wally remarks to her.
Caitlin Fairchild	"Oh that was my minor in undergrad!" Caitlin pipes up with a cheery note. She seems completely unaware of any hurt in Wally's tone of voice; empathetic as she can be, Caitlin also tends to take people and their emotions at face value. It's possibly why she has such an honest face. She assumes everyone's being as honest as she is. "Carol-- Captain Marvel recommended I do it," she clarifies. "She said that the best thing about college is the diversity of topic material. And since I'm dumb as a post when it comes to reading people, it just made sense at the time," she says with a self-effacing shrug. The irony is, of course, completely lost on her. "If you end up going that way, I've still got all my lecture notes and study material," she offers. "The college will probably make you buy new textbooks but I've still got the older digital editions, too. I mean, if you want," she amends, backing off a little. "I don't mean to pressure you into changing degrees!" An awkward beat passes and Caitlin clears her throat before patting the trolly cart. "I'm, uh... I guess I'll go run this to the recycling point," she says a little lamely. "And then get a workout in before I clock in at the surgical ward tonight." Caitlin pulls a face. "I'm always getting stuck with these last-minute 20 hours shifts," she grumbles. "I can't wait until the next cohort of residents shows up and takes over!"
Wally West	of COURSE it was. Wally seems to slowly take a deep inhale of breath. Be calm. Don't get frustrated. Don't give her any /more/ reasons to avoid you. Wally simply just accepts that while Caitlin has a serious degree of empathy, she tends to be oblivious to their deeper meaning until the external reflects it a bit deeper. He understands how she thinks, at least he thinks he does. How does one even begin to understand a mind like that? And she knows Captain Marvel. "I guess that makes sense." Is Wally's response. "I'm thinking about going into Law a little bit. Don't know if I'll be a lawyer, but I figure I can at least learn a little bit about it, see if I like it? I already have a Bachelor's in Business Administration, so I could double down on finance too.." He sighs. "I don't know, just thinking about it." Yet, as she tells him about her lecture notes and study material, Wally seems to turn his eyes to look at her own. A little bit of guilt passes over his features. "No, no, it's okay...you didn't. I'm just trying to figure out what to do with my life outside of superhero work." Because there has to be more than the hero work. "My delivery-style business I have is fine, but currently it's a just me operation. So..don't know about longevity there." He shrugs and sighs, but he watches as she tells him she'll probably head to the recycling point and get a workout before she hits a surgical ward. "Sounds like you'll have your work cut out for you. Twenty hours?" Wally whistles. "I'd kill for a 9-5." he chuckles. "Guess that's the price of extraordinary." "Are they the trustworthy, reliable kind of residents or the ones that slack off and probably kill people from lack of sanitary techniques?"
Caitlin Fairchild	"Who knows?" Caitlin asks with a cheery disposition. "It won't be my problem unless they don't show up for my shifts!" With a little effort she gets the trolley into the elevator and safely secured to be taken up the lift to the main level. From there, to the ferry off St. Martin's Island, and then to join the rest of the refuse from New York. "If you get stumped, don't be afraid to call Victor!" she calls over to Wally. "I am sure he literally still has the plans in his head. Er, hard drive," she amends, and laughs. Fingers rise and fall in a wave and the elevator slides shut, bearing her up towards the Tower.