[Open] Just a night

[hititwithacrowbar]

who: Jason Todd, OTA.
what: Jay is settling in.
when: July 11th.
where: Floor Six, and Quarantine Bar, more may be added!
warnings: Most likely just language for now, but will update!


A: Floor Six - Open

Since moving into his space on Floor Six, Jason Todd had made it a point to rarely be in. Aside from attending the meeting that had happened the day before. It was the middle of the afternoon when Jay made his way inside home to long, he had dropped a couple bags on the kitchen counter, and his phone tossed inside of a cup to make the song playing off his phone play louder while he dug around for pans and a cutting board. Considering he had eaten out most of the festival he figured he needed to save money before he blew through it all. New clothes were still something he needed to buy, so food needed to be cheaper.

The older rock tunes floated through the sixth floor, as did the eventual smell of a vegetable stew. Jason himself had hoisted himself up to sit on the counter as he flipped through the friendr app. The stew would be ready within the hour, so he was mostly killing time. He didn't want to be hungry when he leaves later to go see Dick.


B: quarantine bar - Open

It was well near midnight when Jason found himself sitting at the Quarantine Bar. He had planned to head out to Trixie, and yet, decided at the last moment to skip out on it. Eventually he had found himself at the bar, sitting by himself with head propped on one hand with his fingers tangled in his dark hair. A beer sat in front of him half empty, he was listening to the sounds of the club. He was tired but he refused to even consider sleep while it was still so early in the night. Which was why he was reading to keep his mind occupied but not wandering.

Eventually he closed the book and lifted his arms over his head, stretching and yawning at the same time. He shifted off the stool and moved to go see if there was anyone sitting around he could bother at the late hour, with little concern for the fact he would have to be at work in the morning.

C: Wild Card

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Rooftop nighttime meeting - Closed to Dick

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Since arriving, most of Jay's Red Hood outfit had been hidden away in the trunk, as soon as he was able to he changed clothes, and left with his leather jacket zipped up. By the time he arrived at the rooftop that was chosen by Dick he had his helmet on, and the guns strapped to his hips.

When he arrived he moved to look for Dick, expecting him to be in his Nightwing suit. He really didn't know what to expect, which was odd given the fact it was a meeting he had wanted to have. He was right on time though, Jason was a lot of things, but late was rarely one of them. ]

Yo, Dickie, you here? [ Of course he knew he was, though Jay should have taken the helmet off first.]

[fingerstripes]

[ He'd figured from the start that masks-on would somehow make this easier, and maybe it should be a relief that it's actually not. He knows the helmet by now, and he should've known better than to be surprised by the guns this time. He'd worn them here for a reason. He tells himself that one day that won't twist his heart tight enough to steal his breath away.

Today Dick wears easy grace like armor, cartwheeling down from his perch into a lightfooted landing on an edge of loose scaffolding. His folds his arms; untouchable. Solid. He knows better this time than to show Jason anything else. ]

You seriously thought I wasn't gonna show?

[ Because he'd kind of been expecting to be stood up himself. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ One thing Jason took to heart when he was still wearing the old green short shorts, a mask does a lot to protect a person. Be it from themselves or from the world, Jason was a man in a mask, with a helmet over it. Protecting himself in layers and with voice changers.

A sign of peace was the fact he didn't draw one of his guns when Dick cartwheeled down. Like with Bruce, sometimes Jason just loved to see how Dick worked. Idly wondering if Dick felt more free in his costumes to.

He walked to the edge keeping distance, and slipping his hands in his jacket pockets as he looked down through the helmet. ]

I wouldn't have blamed you. But no, I knew you'd show. [ The red helmet turned Dick's way, he didn't say anything else yet.]

[fingerstripes]

While Friends is a rerun? [ The helmet is a little unfair, and any display of uncertainty here in response to that would tip whatever balance they have in Jason's favor. Dick stands his ground instead, the picture of unworried ease. It's Jason's move. He won't give an inch until he makes it. ]

Why not.

[hititwithacrowbar]

...You watch Friends?

[ He shouldn't be surprised, but it got a laugh out of him. Reaching up he undid the helmet, mostly because laughing with it on sounded weird. When it was removed, he still had the red domino on. He sat down on the edge of the building, he might not trust a lot of things but he knew Dick wouldn't shove him off.]

We have a lot of bad blood between us, and if your serious about letting it run under the bridge, we can just leave it at that. Just, be warned, I am not the kid you knew, I can never be that person. In my time I'm only just starting to get back on friendly terms with everyone but I'm an outlaw, Dick. So, there you have it.

[ He looked out upon the city instead of at Dick, taking in the sight of the new city. Nothing like Gotham, which was good in a way, but not what he wanted. He couldn't deny it was still a hell of a view.]

[fingerstripes]

[ Dick takes his time studying the skyline, face turned away. It would be easier somehow if he could be as angry at Jason as he is at himself. For not trying harder. Being there. For allowing this to happen. He takes a breath. ]

Well if we're cutting to the chase... [ And he lowers himself carefully into the space beside Jason at last. The tension hasn't left his posture yet. ] -that kind of goes both ways.

I'm not exactly the same guy you have such a problem with.

[hititwithacrowbar]

I like to cut the bullshit when it comes to these things. Everything else I can bullshit all day.

[ He crossed his arms, looking over to Dick, sitting next to him. It felt better having Dick there, even if he knew he didn't deserve it.]

So, we've both changed. Do you really want to do this Dick? I can't promise I wont disappoint you again.

Closed for Loki (616)

[hititwithacrowbar]

It had been awhile since Jay has let himself get so tired, the night of drinking did little to help his current state. Walking his way back from the bar to the housing. A little ways down the street he had lit up a cigarette to keep his hands busy, sharing a room with a kid in the bed next to him made smoking inside, even smoking one in the bathroom, a no go. His whole plan of laying low for awhile was turning out to be a bigger headache than he had expected.

Outside the door he crushed the cigarette out under his boot, and made his way inside heading to the elevator. He was fighting to keep his eyes open as he waited for the elevator to come, he was tipsy and tired, so stairs were not happening.

[ikols]

Stairs were not happening on a whole other level for Loki, sitting in the dimly lit couch area on the ground-floor. Communal housing meant that the entry-hall was usually bustling but tonight it stood silent and empty, save for a godling with his knees bent in front of him like a child perched during a game of lava. Bored of his club, seeking quiet time alone before heading back to his own apartment with the Salt-vengers.

Green eyes, reflective as a cat's, glint in the dark as he watches Jason pass. He only speaks up when the man is stood waiting for the elevator like a zombie, with Loki hidden out of sheer skill as the god of sneakiness.

"Got a little too merry on the town tonight, Jason?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

It was a sign of how tired and merry he had been indeed, not noticing how empty it was save for the one god chilling out. Hearing the voice he turned and looked back. A nod of acknowledgement was given, though it was more like a lazy attempt at hello.

"Not to merry, I could have had a whole lot more fun." The tired showed in his voice, and yet he shifted to lean on the wall and look to the trickster. "Your up late." He added, as if he had any real idea.

[ikols]

"Or I'm up early."

In a crumpled white shirt and dance-tossed hair, sure. He doesn't even try to lie convincingly, offering Jason a small smile.

"Been anywhere fun?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

"You want me to list reasons why I know that's bullshit, or just roll with the fact I know it is." He responded with a yawn, still leaning on the wall when the elevator dinged and opened, he didn't make a move to go inside yet, his eyes stayed on Loki.

"Went to the Quarantine to kill some time. I haven't really have much fun in awhile." He spoke, letting the tired blue eyes linger on Loki. "Question of the hour, do I Cinderella off and leave you here to your devices, or, do I go to the couch with you. Choices, choices."

[ikols]

"Hm." His smile deepens for a moment, then he shrugs forward and chins his knees. Arms wrap around his ankles as he watches Jason. "You could tell me what your idea of 'fun' is, if you do."

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jay pushed off the wall and made his way towards the other. Long legs moving much more fluid than a man that tired and tipsy should be moving. He moved to drop down next to Loki, his eyes taking him him. Looking him over, with a crooked smile.

"I find lots of things fun, Loki, lots of things. Why dont you tell me what you do for fun, and then we can talk about me."

A: Floor Six - Ninja-ing your shit!

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie was napping a few floors up when the alluring sent of stew called to her. Her feet moved before her brain registered where she was going or what she was smelling. It was stew of some sort and she wanted it.

Her steps are silent and depending on how much Jay was paying attention he might not even see her enter the kitchen. When he looked up from friendr he would see a short girl with short black hair and dark eyes. She was dressed like a ninja with a dark purple shirt, shorts and more blades than someone should be carrying, even in a kitchen. Her eyes were focused on the stew as if she was trying to find the best way to get it into her mouth.

Staring at the stew wasn't not accomplishing Yuffie's goal.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jay's attention was on the phone in his hands, but one doesnt survive in his line of work, or choice of lifestyle without being able to have divided attention. He knows shes there when she enters, but he doesn't look up. Not yet anyway.

Those blue eyes shifted up after she was clearly in sight. Well, that wasn't something you see everyday, but still not completely outside of the spectrum of things he might consider strange. His eyes look over the blades then to her face.

"It's not ready yet." He's not dumb, theres only one reason someone would be in the kitchen with him.

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie's head turned, her dark purple eyes scanning Jason before returning her gaze towards the stew. "Won't it taste the same if we eat some of it now?" She was hungry and her stomach was commanding her to be stupid.

She briefly looked around for a spoon and ended up with a ladle in her hand. It was like a spoon only a lot bigger.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Locking the phone, he slipped off the counter, slipping it into his pocket in the process and walked over to the pot, a hand held out for the ladle.

"I may not matter to you, but it matters to me. So if your really so hungry you feel the need to sneak in and not even ask, then go sit down somewhere and I'll tell you when you can have some." He grumbled a bit, ready to stand guard if need be. It didn't actually need more time, but he had a timer set and was trying to stick to it.

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie noticed that Jason was at least six inches taller than her, probably more but it was difficult to tell from her current position. A frown pulled at her lips before she finally exhaled and handed over the label. She knew a thing or two about picking her battles.

You know, after a long history of picking fights that she was sure to loose. That and she really wanted some of the stew. Her stomach was protesting to the wait and it grumbled loud enough for Jason to now here.

"How long is the wait?" She walks over to the counter that he'd been sitting on and took a seat with an elegant hop. One of the blades flicked into her hand and began to skillfully move between her fingers.

Yuffie fidgets when she's bored.

B

[angelic_archer]

Even with the changes in duties and hours, midnight was still early to him. But not early enough that Magnus was off work yet. Somehow 'a few minutes' had turned into what Alec was guessing would be most of the night. He didn't mind since he knew Magnus had been bored for the past few months and needed this place more than he'd ever admit to anyone, especially Alec. This would be good for them both, even if Alec wasn't the social butterfly of the group.

Spending most of the evening watching the customers, Alec eventually moved to the bar, ordering something non-alcoholic. As he waited for his drink, he noticed the book, curious about both the title and the person who had been reading when most of the crowd were enjoying more 'interesting' activities. "What are you reading?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jay's blue eyes shifted up from the book to the man at the bar near him just before Alec spoke, a marker placed between the pages as he closed the book. The title displaying the name La Reine Margot by Alexander Dumas. A hand was raked through his hair before Jason slid the book Alec's way.

"La Reine Margot, except its not the same as I read it when I was younger. Hell this is the third book I've picked up that I expected to know that's weird." He made a face taking a drink of his beer, then extended a hand. "Name's Jason, and you?"

[angelic_archer]

Sometimes Alec's memories are still fragmented. He remembered most of his past but sometimes details caught him surprise. Like the strange mixture of languages that he knew but hadn't quite put into context yet. He wasn't sure if he'd read the book or not. He remembered reading Dumas with Jace, but not the plot of the stories they'd read.

"I don't know if I've read that one," he admitted. Which sounded strange. "Someone messed with my memories." That probably sounded just as strange but at least it was an explanation. "I'm Alec. How are the books weird?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

He arched a brow as the other spoke, suddenly things seemed a lot more interesting. "Your memories are messed with?" That was curious. Jay had holes in his own memory but he figured it was better off forgotten since it was all around the pit.

"Nice to meet you Alec. Well for starters, it takes place in the wrong country, and for some reason they have communicators... in 1572. Its not right. "

[angelic_archer]

"Before I came here someone messed with our memories. They took away real ones and added false ones." Alec basically knew what was real and what wasn't. At least he assumed that he knew. Sometimes he wondered when his siblings didn't remember the same things he did. "I don't know if some are still missing.

"Nice to meet you." Looking down at the book, tried to figure out why anyone would put communicators in Dumas. "Is it like those 'with zombies' books that were popular for awhile? Take a classic and make it 'better'." His tone suggested that he hadn't agreed with that particular literary idea.

[hititwithacrowbar]

"Oh shit, That sounds complicated." He responded, turning on the stool to face Alec more, motioning forward to offer him the seat beside him. "Was there a reason it happened? Or just a random evil plot?" He figured no normal people would have their memories messed with, but he was curious how that would work, short of S'Aru the Proctor, he doubted that's what it was though.

"Oh god no, those are terrible, though I did kind of like the Vampire Hunter one that came out in the middle of all of that." He admitted. "This book is written like it was supposed to be that way, it's like it's from some other world. I cant figure it out. So, I'm just making mental notes in case it ever comes in useful."