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| Monitor Duty | |
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| Date of Scene: | 15 August 2018 |
| Location: | Watchtower |
| Synopsis: | Barry and Hal discuss old times, and Bats, while having a few munchies. |
| Cast of Characters: | Green Lantern (Jordan), Flash
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- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
Another day, another mission monitor duty on the Watchtower. It has been pretty quiet lately, well, since the whole mushroom alien thing. Holding a steaming cup of coffee, and walking back to the main room is Hal Jordan. Blowing on the coffee absently, he gazes at the monitors, and shrugs. Nothing.
Putting the coffee down on the table nearby, Hal decides to sit down, and put his feet up. Tapping a button here, moving his chair there, then grabbing the coffee again, Hal leans back, and takes a sip. Crinkling his nose, he says, to no one in particular. "Man, we need to get some good coffee up here."
- Flash has posed:
"...Wait. Is it not my shift?" Flash asks, predictably late FOR the shift he thinks he may have. He appeared out of nowhere, naturally, though he did pick up on Hal from the doorway, and slowed to a 'walk' at that spot. He has an environment-friendly tote bag over one arm with a broad array of snack related food poking out of it. Some of it may be morning related, some of it not.
Even so, the speedster has stopped, with a quizzical look, scanning the monitors with a rapt little birdlike attentiveness, giving Hal a bemused half-smile.
- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
With a chuckle, and a nod, Hal says, "Yes Barry. It started 15 minutes ago. I figured you were busy stopping Lt Cold, or Captain Kangeroo or something." Hal takes a drink of his coffee, eyeing his old friend with a glint in his eye. Right now, he was without his mask, revealing the handsome features of Hal J.
"So, why were you late this time? Saving the whales?" Hal nods towards the tote bag. "Or shopping for Iris?" Hal says, "Coffee's on in the commissary, if you want some. It's...okay. Supes brought up some milk for his last shift, so we are all good there."
- Flash has posed:
Barry makes a pinched sort of face, as if going to come up with an array of excuses, but it melts away into absolutely nothing and he laughs at himself, and the situation. "The whales don't save themselves anywhere near often enough," Barry points out, walking over, an unconcerned stroll to his body language. "Work things, but I should've left on time. No excuse really." He'll take it on the chin today.
"I'm full on the precinct's coffee," he adds with a shudder, approaching and offering the top contents of the tote bag. "Snack? I can't get you your fifteen minutes back, but I /can/ do snacks," Barry smiles, the smile entering his eyes immediately.
- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
Laughing again, Hal agrees, saying, "Yep, true enough. We need to get the whole team together and save those whales!" Hal sobbers a bit, and says, "No worries, I held down the fort. 2814 is pretty "q" word lately, so all good". Hal was avoiding saying quiet, an old military curse word. Whenever it is spoken, "it" hits the fan. Hard.
"I hear that cop coffee can be bad for you." Hal rubs his tummy, and takes another drink absently. "Oh! Snacks would be great. Feeling famished...what did you have in mind?" Hal grins, knowing Barry was always hungry.
- Flash has posed:
"Depends how much you care about your health today," Barry admits, head angled down into the bag. "No empty calories though. You want celery? You're talking to the wrong guy. Unless you want peanut butter on them. We could work that out. It's a barter system sometimes over health and function." He snares a chair next to Hal and starts to dig through the bag. There's very little rhyme or reason to any of it: it's a bag of 'oh, that looks good' randomness.
"There was one of the Gotham villains out and about on the street in New York last week," Flash mentions while opening a package of what looks like pretzel twists, "A lot of injuries and death. I put her under arrest, but I don't know why they're roving out of Gotham, it's unusual for them. Bats usually has a good lid on it."
- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
"Well, considering the job we do, health usually comes outside the top ten I think." Hal says, with a grin. "Celery...ugh. Does anyone eat that stuff?" Looking at Barry's goodie bag while still shaking his head, he waits patiently for the big reveal.
"I see." Hal grabs the pretzels before Barry can eat any. Knowing Barry could easily have prevented that, Hal quickly grabs one and munches on it. Voice half mumbled, he says, "Really? Actually haven't seen him much. I put out a call for a meeting last week, and he didn't respond. Something must be up."
- Flash has posed:
"Haven't seen Batman in a while either, hope he's okay." Barry does mean it, he does hope their ally is okay. A pregnant pause follows. "He's not right behind me, right," Barry asks. There's the quick little blur of his features, like a frame skipped in a movie, as he checks for looming bats. "Oh good." He's not there. Barry doesn't react at all to having his pretzels lifted, and instead digs into the bag for other things. An orange, this time, which causes some swift glove removal, and some very efficient peeling. A healthy sugar, that particular snack.
"Last night, she was set loose by one of her cohorts. Lots of injuries at the station. They're still making sense of it. One of the officers died, Kevin Hobbs. I knew him. Good guy." He picks at the orange slices some, features softened into the serious topic. "If this is out of his, uh, control...." Barry eats an orange piece. "I don't want to step on his toes either, but?" Barry stares at the monitors for a pause.
- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
"I'm sure he's okay." Both Barry and Hal agree. Bats was, well Bats. "He's probably breaking in some new pre-teen monster martial artist or something." Hal chuckles, and says, "Naw, he's not right behind you. Although, he does do that a lot..." Hal looks behind them both, just in case, following Barry's lead. And then looks again.
Blinking at the smell of citrus, Hal enjoys the last of the pretzels, dumps the bag up-side-down over his mouth, and smiles. "Not bad. Salty." Hal listens to what Barry adds, and nods. "Yeah, always tough to lose a brother-in-arms. I get that. Lost a few of those myself, in the Air Force. And the GLC. A LOT in the GLC." Hal frowns, wanting to change the subject. "You did the right thing Barry. I am sure he will grumble, but deep down, he appreciates the help."
- Flash has posed:
"I do it too, don't I? But I speak up right away," Barry says, with a lift of a piece of the orange, as if to declare he's not an eerie bat-ninja. There's probably no argument here, really, though, as the differences between himself and the masked man of the night are large.
"What? Oh, yes. I might enjoy causing grumbles now and then. Don't you?" Barry teases. "At least, when I'm right. And not, say. Late." Blah. He eats two slices of his orange. He's trying to be upbeat, but the loss of the police officer friend does linger and has dampened his mood. Hal's move to change the subject was welcomed, though did not entirely pull Barry's attention. Some of that distant focus is there: the same thing that makes Barry late in the first place. This tendency to overthink and get lost in something.
But Hal's right there as a reminder to not go too deep into the tunnel, and Barry flashes a smile. "I'd rather we pitch in and get grumped at than for things to be worse, any day."
- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
"Yeah. True." Hal agrees, dropping the bag on the table, and taking a sip of coffee. "Well, not so much the grumbles. I think we have a mutual respect now. Wasn't that way in the beginning remember?" Hal smiles, remembering the early days of the League. "Ah well, Bats is Bats. He respects you as a scientist. He respects me as cannon fodder." Hal chuckles.
"Yeah, I agree. I chip in where I can. Might not be a great detective, but I hold my own. My real skills are in being awesome." Hal shoves Barry a bit, in natural comraderie. "After all, someone has to keep the handsome factor above average." Hal winks, and leans back.
- Flash has posed:
"I'm okay with this. You can be in front, meat shield it up. I'll be in the back, doing the real lifting of... heyyyyyyy, wait," Barry says, as if just realizing what that requires. Even so, Barry doesn't prefer being the focus of attention much, compared to some. He fishes into the bag with a citrus-hand, and flips a small packet of donuts at Hal's lap.
"And you wonder why I'm late; can't always rely just on me to do all the things," Barry adds with a rueful teasing sound. He's smiling, though: none of it is actually based in anything more than poking fun. Barry just isn't the sort. "I try not to remember the old days too often. Things are different, and I think they're better." Honest observation.
- Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
Watching Barry's reaction, Hal tries not to laugh. Allowing himself a chuckle, Hal says, "No worry Barry." Grabbing the doughnuts, Hal opens the package, and bites into one, before saying, "Hey...was this a cop crack?" The frosting was all over his lips, and seemed to get everywhere. Cop crack indeed.
"We do rely on you to do all those little things though. After all, you are the Flash!" Handing the rest of the package to Barry, Hal gets up, and grins. "Yeah, things are better now. There are more of us to torture Bats with!" Hal wipes the frosting off with a green will-powered hand, and grabs his mask.
"Well, she's all your Barry. Gotta run. Big date with something or other. I feel like I forgot something. Meh." Shrugging, Hal smiles, and floats above the ground, heading out. "Later my friend! Have fun! Call me if you need me!"
- Flash has posed:
"Never," Barry says, mock-offended by the challenge about the cop crack. Which means of COURSE it was. "Leave your chair, I'm putting my feet up," he adds, with a mock salute and wave. He does, indeed, put his feet up on Hal's chair as soon as Hal drifts up and vacates it. "Always having fun!" Flash grins, eating the whole of the rest of the orange at once, and waving to his friend.