![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
001 - Log - A New Brand of Rogues
WHO: Mick Rory | Open to All | Open to Rogues and Rogue allies
WHAT: Open post for general Mick things
WHEN: A week to two weeks after his appearance
WHERE: Carlyle | Thiefy Blockbuster Hide-Out
WARNINGS & NOTES: Nothing planned. Mick's taken from the beginning of Season 3 of LoT so no spoilers from him. If other people tag from anything new, just cram a spoiler warning in the subject.
[In that strip mall is an old Blockbuster, shut down for a good ten years and with a breakroom in the back that has an exit to the front, an exit to the back, and doors leading to a back corridor and to Mick? That seems like a fair number of escape points. If they turn on the lights in the break area, no one is going to see outside. With the water and electricity working, this old fridge boots up fine. There are enough doors and old (if empty) safes among the stores that Mick can do some of that thief training he promised.]
[In the breakroom itself, the flatscreen TV is still a huge box of a shape rather than one of the new things. A relic from a few years before the store actually closed and the whole mall went belly up. There are VHS rewinders still back there. Some abandoned B-Movie DVDs in boxes (non of which Mick recognizes and that's weird to him).]
[Ah well, good enough. He finds a copy of what looks like a tacky vampire movie and pops it into an ancient DVD player, so abandoned that he actually leaves dust prints from his fingers.]
I remember when we first got out of Juvie we stole a bunch of movies from the video store. Lisa loved the cartoons we brought her.
[Mick's saying. He has a donut. There's no immediate clue as to how he got this donut.]
[For the most part whenever he comes into town, it's in full disguise. He's some deliveryman wearing a winter uniform, moving boxes, holding a clipboard. He's come in on a different day in plaid and suspenders and a broad, worn cowboy hat. No one has been any the wiser (he can pull off that gruff farmboy look well). He watches the police station (tiny, but full of fucking feds), the bank (one bank, unimpressive, probably don't know how to deal with their newfound cash but also too much trouble to deal with while the station is full of feds), and the general area for any sign of the Legends.]
[Who knows. Maybe they can figure this out for everyone.]
[Today Mick is wearing his "casual farmhand Joe" disguise, drinking a bottle of some generic brand of grape soda because he ain't risking a beer in public right now and sitting on a bench outside of the modest post office.]
no subject
[She sounds wistful and sad at the same time. She really did get a rough deal, didn't she?]
Well, I can do other fun things. Like drink milkshakes and eat donuts. They won't make the memories go away, but they'll taste good.
[Nothing will ever make the memories go away, and that's still something Raven can't stand, but what can she do? Nothing, which makes her angry, but she's trying her hardest to focus on the good things. She can do that now, without losing herself to her rage. Maybe she owes Snake.]
no subject
[Mick drives them back towards the main drag, not too far away. But he likes using the car. It's less attention drawing than walking that long span from stripmall to main street.]
[He parks in front of a cafe, where he usually gets his coffee, but there's an ice cream shop a few doors down.]
Donuts here. Milkshake there. We'll pay so we can have more than a few.
no subject
[Too bad she's stuck with nanomachines. Raven hops out of the van and heads into the donut shop first, waiting for Mick as she looks at what she can order.]
Oh... these ones are filled with chocolate...
[But these ones are filled with strawberry jam, which also sounds really good. How is she supposed to choose?]
no subject
[The teenager behind the counter with the rurally defiant nosering raises her brows.]
That's seven.
Right. [Says Mick.] Okay, three of the good old fashioned glazed ones. That leaves two. What else?
[He looks to Raven then, ready to let her pick a couple more. He's already pointed out the filled ones she'd been eyeballing.]
no subject
Those two.
[She's probably going to feel sick after all this, but it'll be worth it.]
no subject
By the time we're done filling you up you'll be ready to do a sprint around the planet.
no subject
[Raven smirks a little as she walks with Mick to the other store.]
But all I want to do is sit in the hideout and eat donuts and drink my milkshake. And maybe watch a movie.
[Simple things, but ultimately pleasurable. She hasn't had a chance to do much of that in her life.]
no subject
[He ponders quietly, rubbing his mouth in thought.]
We're not exactly the scientist types. Hard to build a device that can peer between universes.
no subject
[Would it be better than here? There's no point in even considering going back to her own world, there's nothing left for her there. But maybe there would be something for her in Mick's world.]
What makes you think your friends could find us, anyway?
no subject
But my team does a lot of things like this. I don't doubt they'll figure out where we went. It just takes them a while sometimes.
[When he was in Wells' reality, it was a while before they figured out something was off. And as Chronos, he knew their technological capacity to find people aboard the Waverider.]
no subject
I don't know where I'd want to go. But I wouldn't want to be alone.
[And who does she have now? Just Mick for the moment. So wherever he ends up, she would rather be with him than somewhere else on her own.]
no subject
[Which sends a schism through his head. Because he calls Sara his boss now. But he has always called Snart that. And now he's gotten his partner back, after going through a hell of a mourning process.]
Blondie would be all about you, legs. She likes women sharp and dark and mysterious...
Actually the boyscout would, too.
[Ray had a bit of a problem with Sara seducing the hot ladies before he could.]
no subject
[It's said playfully, with the hint of a smile, before she mulls that statement over properly. Well, being pretty has gotten her plenty of other places before. Why not let it endear her to "Blondie", whoever that is?]
Who's the boyscout?
no subject
But trust me. Being able to fight helps. And he's a guy I know. Got a good heart. Real generous type. The sort that you gotta save him from causing secondhand embarrassment with his idealism. But about the safest type of guy for a woman to be around.
[Even if his ideas of romance are a little desperate and stupid. Time to get her that milkshake, though, and he finally goes to the counter.] Pick out what you want.
no subject
[She doesn't want to have to rely on other people to protect her all the time. She needs to know how to look after herself.
She looks over the milkshakes, and points one out.]
That one. The chocolate and caramel one with cream.
[She looks up at Mick.]
Which one are you having?
no subject
[He's going in spoonless, everyone.]
[Then, moving to where it's more difficult to hear him.]
You wanna be able to fight? We can show you that, too. The guys here, I mean. I wouldn't make you wait for my slow ass team to show up.
[Honestly he was in a cryo-ship-wierd coma once for decades before anyone found him. His crew tries but doesn't always deliver. He still remembers the wooly mammoth look Haircut acquired in his time stranded with a dinosaur. Who knows when those idiots will show up.]
no subject
[She's not a patient woman.]
Especially not if your team is as slow as you say they are.
[Raven wishes her unit had some way of finding her, but unfortunately time travel isn't something they can do in 2014.]
If they do find us, though... could they go back to my world? I don't want to go back for good, I want them to pick up the rest of my unit. I want a better life, but they deserve better ones, too.
[And they're not going to find those lives working under Ocelot, she realises.]
no subject
[He keeps his voice kind of low, all grumble and rumble, until the clerk hands them their milkshakes and he takes them over to a table to sit by the window. One where both exits are visible and he's suitably paranoid.]
no subject
They were like a family to me. We understood each other. I miss them.
[She looks back to Mick.]
I didn't actually like them until the mind control and nanomachines, you know. Octopus irritated me with her constant laughter. Wolf never stopped crying. Mantis would just sit and scream to herself. I didn't understand how we were supposed to work together.
[And maybe it wasn't the healthiest way to bond with people, but it worked.]
no subject
I get it, though. It's not out of cruelty that they wouldn't. They'd probably at least look into it. But in the end, they wouldn't wanna get stranded here, either.
The whole crew got on my nerves before I learned to tolerate 'em. Honestly, they still do.
[Except Sara. She's always been okay.]
no subject
[Which she absolutely would have done, given the chance.]
Who do you miss the most?
no subject
[Still need to talk it out with Snart.]
Sara, though. 'Blondie.' And Amaya. I think Amaya might be the first person to look past what everyone saw on the surface. She was patient with me when everyone else wanted me to be the convenient fucked up one they could talk down to.
Hard way to learn a lesson. Getting back at them ended up hurting her. And that was the last thing I wanted.
no subject
How did you get back at them?
[She can't help but be curious.]
no subject
Short version is that I tried to leave the group for something better and got played. Had one of the best relationships I ever had scummed up and used by more assholes. Watched Amaya die.
Luckily I live in a world where we can do doovers. Or I got access to the stuff, anyway. Not a lot of people have second chances to save someone. [He still hates that he couldn't save Snart.]
no subject
You can take your partner too when they come for you, right?
[So he won't be without Snart, despite what happened.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)