001 - Log - A New Brand of Rogues

[slowburn]

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.

Home Sweet Home - Open to Thieves or Wannabe Thieves

[First hide-out acquired. A strip mall in the next town over, just outside of the range of the immediate police patrols (they'll probably have to move further out, eventually, considering how often people go searching for new arrivals like they're fucking Easter eggs.]

[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.]

Watching for Friends - OTA

[The Legends should show up here eventually. There's going to be a hell of a lot of explaining to do, too, when that happens. What with Leonard fucking Snart dicking around. He's been keeping an eye out for them, ignoring feelings with the occasional food or drink or flickering lighter, as he's prone to.]

[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.]

Comments

[perfectlychill]

[He opens his mouth and tries to find words he can say. Words are easy when it's a lie. Harder to talk about the truth.]

I left my cold gun with you.

[When he destroyed the Oculus.

Those aren't the words he needs to say, but he's working his indirect way around to it.]

[slowburn]

Oh. Right.

[Now he sounds a little dismal.]

Haircut used it to stop a bomb in the White House. I kept what I could of it after that, but it wasn't working anymore. I knew how to fix mine, but I didn't know how to fix yours.

[And he actually sounds pretty guilty over that.]

[perfectlychill]

Oh.

[The gun wasn't just a weapon, it'd become part of his identity. He isn't Cold without the gun. He's just a guy in a warm coat. Even though he's alive it's like he's still gathering up bits of himself from the explosion.]

Do you remember what I said before I left the gun on you, and before I knocked you out?

[He rubs his thumb against the silver pinky ring on his hand.]

[slowburn]

Yeah. You said to forgive ya. And that I was your old friend.

[The memory still stings.] I forgave you. Everybody else, not so much. [He clears his throat.] Including me. I shoulda known what you were about to do. You were always a stubborn bastard.

[He still thinks that should have been him.]

As Chronos I had all this extra time I spent. Might have been with the Time Masters, and it might have been angry. But in the end, I had too much time and you had too little. Little ironic for being on the Waverider.

[perfectlychill]

[Fuck. He was going to say that he was sorry, but now the words are all stuck in his throat.]

Yeah. Ironic.

[He leans back against the wall.]

Why'd you take Palmer's place?

[slowburn]

They kept me for lifetimes. It wasn't to save haircut. I wanted to ruin their plan, get back at them. Show them we could scatter the dominoes they laid out. And I knew I'd ruined...

[He trails off, not wanting to say what he'd messed up. I'd ruined what we had. They wouldn't be able to go back to the way it was. Not after Chronos. He had genuinely thought that it would be too hard to get back to the way they were.]

Wish it had been Rip. He should have stepped up like a man for once.