Owner Pose
Ted Kord Ted Kord rises at 4:30. He gets into his workout suit. In this case an unequipped version of his uniform and with a yawn proceeds to his trampoline. He hops on it and begins a series of jumps, flips and tumbles. As the routine finishes Bot #1 -Bobo flies up with a mug of coffee. Ted accepts it and pats the bot's carapace. "Good bot. Mmmm, you added cinnamon. Very good. That's evaluation and application. I have no idea how you got so smart. I'll figure it out. Bots are way easier to deal with than humans." Another pat. Bobo sort og body daps Ted, almost knocking him over. "Be a good bot and make me some toast with peanut butter, please." Bobo zips off.
Tabitha Smith And at 4:47, there's a knock on the door to Ted's penthouse. This is probably odd and a lot of time might result in security systems going wild and being all alarmy.

But for now it's just a repeat and a little knock on the door. Looking through cameras and other screens is gonna show a certaiin tired and maybe somewhat drunk looking Tabitha slumping against the door frame on her good shoulder after nearly being trampled. A bottle of tequila in hand and her jacket left mostly open. The same outfit she was wearing when they rescued Felicia. Red jacket, pink jeans, black spiky choker and belt and black combat boots.

At least while repeating there is a space between knocks. Big penthouses might take time for even a bot to traverse.
Ted Kord Ted Kord's security systems are good though. This intruder has a certain status, recently upgraded. In fact within 24 hours. A floating screen indicates the bedraggled former employee. The bots... well the bots would frown if they could and they studiously find other jobs.

"I'm getting a butler! You guys suck!" This results in a series of texts from the bots indicating they have all got higher priority bots. "Why do I keep having young women showing up at my door? Yet I remain dateless, except for some dance classes and an HFC party with Joan. Ah Joan."

In uniform. Ted opens the door and prepares to catch Tabitha. She's at least two sheets to the wind and rapidly working on her third.
Tabitha Smith To be fair, in Tabitha's case maybe dateless was a good idea. There;s a line in how crazy and how hot a girl needs to be and while the hot line in the graph is fair high. The tangent direction crazy got was probably more than even someone that looks like Tabitha can manage.

The bots are right to be concerned.

The catch isn't quite needed, maybe a hand to steady herself as she wobbles on her feet and the mscal in the bottle is sloshed. The worm is no where to be seem.

"Just doing a wellness check on ya on my victory lap from another successful Hero outing for Tabitha Smiff Boom-Boom." though with the slurring in her words, the term successfull seems to carry the opposite meaning in her self deprecative tone. But is she actually checking on Ted. She does care!
Ted Kord Ted Kord gives Tabitha a hand, and the arm it is attached to under her arm for added support. He leads her in towards the sofa.

"Let me know if you're going to hurl. Awww Tabby... what happened? here, let's put the bottle down in case the worm is looking for its home? Want to sit down? Let me get you something. Wait here." He heads to the kitchen.

After a moment, a small bot -designated Bailey, comes out holding a trash bag and remains at a safe distance.
Tabitha Smith "I did my throwing up like waaaaay before I started drinking. But I got like super sized nachos soaking it up. Should be okay in the morning to hurl then when I can find a toilet." Tabby states with a big almost proud grin at possibly planning her bender.

She does take the bag and hang onto it though. Plans rarely survive the first encounter. Bailey gets a wink and a kiss blown at them before Tabby might get guided to something much more stable than denim clad legs to support her.

"Just checking in on after the rescue. Black Cat's gonna be physically okay but I'm still kinda worried after what we saw. All that cuelty. That poor horse... thing. It didn't deserve what I did and I wasn't even trying to hurt it. If you got hit all my bombs would have felt like is a slap on the chest with side of fried bacon. Why wasn't it tankier Ted? That's how these things go. the big experiiment takes the big team effort. Not a weak sauce bomb meant for crowd control." she sniiffles. At least she cleaned up all the makeup that she cried off at the time so no raccon eyes.
Ted Kord Ted Kord pauses in the kitchen. Nachos? Tequila? Ah underage drinking. He comes out with toast smeared with peanut butter and some tea. Tea has more caffeine than coffee, and is easier on the stomach. Bailey reads Ted's body language and gives the humans privacy. The Tabitha unit obviously needs maintenance. Well Ted is Creator. he can fix anything. Bailey knows this.

Ted sits down and after considering, puts his arm around Tabitha's shoulders, ready to remove it.

"Boom... Tabby... Tabitha, that poor creature underwent a lot of medical procedures that would give Josef Mengele nightmares. My guess is it had not recovered from them when it was ordered to attack. You used restraint. There were just other factors you couldn't account for. I'm sure your people at the school will tell you the same... uh, maybe you should call and tell them you're okay?"
Tabitha Smith Hugs are fine. Tabby seems okay dealing with hands oin shoulders, "I'm taking the slow road home to...day?" Boomie doesn't quite keep track of the hour after all but at least she didn't try drunk dialing the man.

"I mean like yeah. I know I wasn't doing anything wrong. Accident. No errors. Still fail." she references old Jean Luc "And I'm glad we stopped the experiments before Felicia, before we, Yeah that was so a trap. Ended up like that. I hope the bio nerds can like help the other creatures. So much pain!" she stateswith a genuinely sad and worried tone for them. "I just hate the win but feels like a loss feel. Dead innocents victims gonna weigh a tonne for a while."
Ted Kord Ted Kord wants to tell her the fails that feel like a fail are ten times worse. He remains hugging.

"Tabitha... you went in there, like a pro. You put yourself in harm's way for a colleague. I hardly recognized you at first, you matured so much. I get the feeling... At one point there, right before I left on my extended vacation, I helped a bunch of supers bust a human trafficking ring.At one point they were going to gas a bunch of kids who were behind a steel fire door."

"Zatanna teleported them to safety while I was doing my damnedest to open that door and failed. I didn't hear this till I got home and before that, well my friends Joan and Spider-Man were there for me. So -not to push it but if you need a good cry, I'm here and I won't breathe a word. It saves you a lot of therapy down the road. We think we're in control all the time. No one is. Not even Superman." Ted hugs a little tighter. "Uhm... I have guest rooms if you want to sleep this off and such. Or I can take you home."
Tabitha Smith The blonde nods her head and smiles weekly at Ted. "It's new stuff for me. Adulting and having lives in your hand. I mean maybe if I one shotted the poor thing I'd handle it better cause it would be a mercy but all I did was make it's last moments a little more sucky even if I sped them up. That much helpless just hits me where I live," she explains in that drunken rambly way that might not quite have her thought processes down pat.

The offer of a bed or a lift gets a snile and a head nuzzle for the hugger. "Think I can make it home. I can get a rideshare once I subway off Manhattan. I've made the drunken lap to Westchester a million times." she states. "Thanks for the offer though. But I'm trying to be better than I have been. Don't wanna have bad Tabby muscle memory crawling about doing things Adult Tabby knows she shouldn't. I think that makes sense." she states and chuckles.
Ted Kord Ted Kord says, "Nahnahnuh. I'm taking you home. Or you're staying to sleep it off. Those are the options. It's my pleasure and it is the adult thing to do, letting a friend help you. Hey, you can be the first person to see the new Bug. It's pretty cool." He gives her chin a tweak. He thinks about who gave her the bottle and would like to bend make that person's knees bend the wrong way.
Tabitha Smith The blonde rolls her eyes and gives up on not being a hassle. "alright yoiu can fly me. II'll make sure they know you're dropping me off so the heavier blasters don't try to shoot you down. But maybe we might wanna stop shot, find a shopping car and wheel me down the drive way like I'm Johnny Knoxville!" Tabby says and adds a substitute plan to save the painjob on the Bug. As for the booze. There's probably a very racist Liquor Store owner regretting his comments when he watches TV on the job. No smoking craters so she probably just shoplifted it.

At least the offer of a lift is finally accepted and with a wobble on her feet, the tequila left behind with little left in it anyway. Tabby is flying the friendly skies thanks to a much more sober Ted.
    he man is a gentleman and way too good for some women.