11211/Brin...g all the candy

Brin...g all the candy
Date of Scene:	19 March 2020
Location:	Crew Habitat - Legion Cruiser
Synopsis:	Drake, Lar and Brin get ready to go hit the boardwalk and discuss things. Brin learns he can't punch a speedster. And Cosmic Boy reads a datapad (as usual)
Cast of Characters:	Timber Wolf, Slipstream, Cosmic Boy, Mon-El

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Timber Wolf has posed:
With Brin off his shift, and determined to follow Roc's orders to the letter, he's found himself here in the crew habitat leevel. Currently, he's settled a few paces back from the balcony looking over it as if he's deep in thought. Which truly, he is. Mostly about 'where doo I get this mythical cotton candy?'

Datapad in hand, Brin descends down to the lower level, and finds a spot to sit and study the datapad. Some study important things. Others? Well, they study the truly important things. Brin? Nah he studies the trivial. Mostly because he marches to his own beat and yet somehow still keeps close to his newfound family. So here he is, in full gear, relaxing with feet kicked outt and eyes closed, relaxing.

Slipstream has posed:
The doors swish open to reveal Drake Winters, aka Slipstream. Professional Overwatch Champion. Ex-Avenger. Current Legion member. Morale Officer? He's wearing an Overwatch bomber jacket, a black shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. He is still very much an Earthern despite his current adventures in space. Giving a long stretch of his body, he cracks a few joints and yawns.

"Yo, Brin. Whaddup mah dude?" He drawls out in his West Coast accented voice. Californian. Northern. He says Hella quite a bit. Behind him floats a gold robot that looks like Snowball from his video game. Stark Tech. Adorable. "You seen Lar around? I heard he wanted to talk to me. Or yell at me. Something like that."

Timber Wolf has posed:
"Sprock it!" Timber Wolf yelps waking with a start. "Did you have to creep up on me? Seriously" he adds, with a 'hrrrrr' under his words too. "You" he says then relaxes when he spotsw who it is. "Are our morale officer. Earth liason. I need your help" he offers being calmed down by the fact it's Winters. And not somebody who needs punching in the face.

Admittedly. Waking up Brin like *that* may just get that reaction.

"So, want to help a wolf out?" he asks with a shrug. "Roc set me a challenge and I'm trying to meet it"

Slipstream has posed:
It's still early. Drake can easily be punched in the face. He gives him a grin. "I wasn't creeping up on you. I just walked in the door. I didn't know you was pup napping, or whatever you call it. I can't say catnapping." He's a smart ass. No wonder Brainiac uses him for 'testing' purposes.

"What kinda challenge you got going on? I'm down to help if you need a second set of hands." Propping himself up on a couch arm, his legs dangle over the side. He's wearing a new pair of Addidas sneakers. They have reflectors on them. Neat. "We going to Saturn or something, or fight Skrulls? We still fight those guys? I can't keep up anymore."

Snowball gives a 'doot-da-doo!' noise as her face plate goes X.x. Drake grins at his floating companion. "That hurts my feelings."

Timber Wolf has posed:
"Did you just say pup napping?" Brin asks. Oh, he's sorely tempted to rearrange Drake's face. "Challenge. Right. Cotton candy" he says and all but throws the datapad over....vaguely, towards him.

"Roc set me a task to get cotton candy. So where do I start. I've had it when I've been on Earth" Brin offers. "But I'm not sure what sort or where to get it" he admits. Datapads are only so good, sadly. Still. Brin wants to punch him, still...and he takes a swing at Drake. "That's for the pup napping comment, smartass" he says and is pulling his punch so it's not lethal. Or dangerous. "You wanna spar with me?"

Slipstream has posed:
How do you hit a speedster? It's hard, that's for sure. In one motion, there is a blue blur as Drake reaches out to catch the datapad, then ducks beneath the swinging fist of Brin. Blink! Blink! He moves effortlessly in his spatial skips as he peers down at the data pad. "You know I can't spar with you. I'm breakable. Like glass. My face is also my money maker. If you beat me up, the babes will quit calling."

The babes don't even call him now. He's a nerd. Mostly. He's a celebrity nerd. World famous for playing video games does not equal getting lucky in love. "You want cotton candy? We can do that, easy peasy. We can hit up the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, or Jersey Shore, or even Time Square in New York."

As he blinks again across the room, leaving blue contrails behind him, Brin will find the datapad back into his hands as he moves around. "What is the cotton candy for?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Whoosh. Swing. Miss. Sprock.

Faceplant. Brin does a very undignified faceplant with a thud, A growl too and he gets up off the floor. Nobody saw that, right?"

"You're worried about your pretty little face getting damaged? If you spar I'll teach you how not to get hit" he ofefrs. By pummelling it into poor Drake. "Yees" he says drawing out the word. "But where can we get it immediately to satisfy Roc huh?" he asks with a smirk. Cause let's see, the mental image of Cosmic Boy being given cotton candy as big as his head is amazing

Slipstream has posed:
"I mean, dude, you didn't even hit me now." Drake grins at him as his brows give a playful lift upwards. "Not all of us are built to be tanks in life. Some of us are rogues. And rogues, well, we like to do it from behind." Earth joke. He has them.

"Well, we can just teleport down to Santa Cruz and we can snag Cotton Candy there. I'll pop in the coordinates. Will Cotton Candy teleport back with us? I usually let Brainy deal with that stuff."

Tapping Snowball on the head playfully to put her in reserve mode so not to drain too much power, he slips his own data pad out of his pocket and pokes at it a few times. "I'm ready when you are, though we could make this a team building exercise mission."

Cosmic Boy has posed:
Walking from the bridge into this area, Cos appears to bee deep in thought as he was looking at a data pad once again. It seems to be where his nose was always located. Inside a data pad. With Brainy MIA, it made it difficult to be doing anything else! Hearing voices, Rokk stops, and spots Drake and Twolf. "Brin. Drake! Good to see you! Its been ages! We missed you. Good to have you back!"

Timber Wolf has posed:
"We were just discussing going for cotton candy" Brin offers with a glint in his eye. "I wanted to get Drake back for waking me up suddenly. It didn't work out well" he offers with a wry smirk rubbing his nose. "I thought I'd...what is it you Earth people say? Give the floor a hug?" he asks then looks to Drake. "Shall we head to the boardwalk? I mean, walking on boards seems logical" he offers. Oh he's been on boardwalks before, as he pulls several....dozen quarters out of a pouch. "I'm ready. I saw those games where you pick things up with a claw. They have little wolves in them and I want one" he adds. Brin wanting a stuffefd wolf. Wo'd have thunk it?

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, the Boardwalk is just a strip of area that all the people get together for partying and good times." Drake says with a grin to Brin as he rocks on his feet to loosen his ankles up. He tips a wink at him in regards to hugging the floor.

"He tried to punch a speedster." He says with a lazy grin on his face. "He said you wanna get Cotton Candy?" He asks with a chuckle. "You should come with us. Now that I'm back and officially retired from competitive Overwatch gameplay, I got all this freetime to punch Thanos in the nose or whatever you guys need me to do." Or sit in the car and watch the big boys punch Thanos.

Cosmic Boy has posed:
"Cotton Candy...that was that soft, fluffy sweet confection you were talking about last night Brin? Well, that sounds like it might be a mission worthy of both of you. Morale and..." His eyes look Brin over with a glint of mischief, "...bodyguard? Hairy bodyguard maybe?"

Cos takes several seconds trying to figure out the "give the floor a hug" remark, and looks over at Drake for help. Not getting any, Rokk shakes his head. "No, no, you two should go. Please stay out of trouble. Oh, and it won't be Thanos we need to worry about. Probably Glorith or the Time Trapper, if I can figure out which of them trapped us here."

Appreciating the irony at that name and his use of words, Cos stays silent. He wasn't good at punchlines.

Timber Wolf has posed:
"Well then, you'll get cotton candy" Brin says and loks pleased, and looking forward to said delicious treat and maybe, just maybe, a stuffed animal. "Well then. If we can leav a trail for anyone else so they can folow us I'm all for it" Brin grins, looking pleased. "Yeah I tried to punch you. You woke me up by startling me. What was I suppoed to do, be all sprocking sweetness and light to you?" he asks.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah." Drake answers Brin with a grin. Of course. Being sweet and light is the cool thing to do. "You're not gonna come with us?" He asks Rokk. "You're gonna dip out on a chance to see The Boardwalk in Santa Cruz? Where the ladies mostly wearing shoe laces and postage stamps for bathing suits? Where they have rollercoasters and oceans and hot beaches?" He looks shocked. Shocked! "You could use a tan though."

At the mention of Glorith, he freezes up for a moment, tightening his throat in a hard swallow. There is a brief moment of anxiety before he clears his throat. ".. Yeah. Her again. I owe her a punch in the face." He says as he rubs the bracelet about his left wrist. It keeps him alive. No thanks to her.

Cosmic Boy has posed:
Rokk shakes his head again, and looks over at Timber Wolf. "Punching? Well, that is an improvement, I figured you'd be all claws, and grrr, and slashing." Cos laughs and says, "Okay. Both of you. Shore leave approved. Feel free to head where you need to." Moving to head back the way he came, Cos pauses while looking over his shoulder.

"Only one lady that wears next to nothing gets to me, and she is trapped in the 31st century. Night Girl." Another pause. "I probably could use a tan...so try not to punch anyone in the face, and if you find Glorith, call me! It would be all hands on deck then! Go!"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar comes out of his quarters and into the crew lounge after hearing the conversation going on. Maybe he really should go spend some recreational time with them down on Earth. Honestly he probably needs it. But they all sound so happy and he'd hate to spoil the mood. So he tries to put on a pleasant demeanor, nodding at Brin, Drake, and Rokk. "Hey guys. Thinking about taking shore leave planetside, huh?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
"All I'll say is cotton candy" Brin says looking amused then nods to Roc. "Thanks" is all he says looking pleased. "Shore leave sounds fine, just don't run off with the ship while we're there" he jokes, giving them all a look. "Ready when you guys are" he grins looking impressed, with a nod as he looks over them all.

Slipstream has posed:
"Laaaar!" Drake calls out with a wide grin on his face as he spies his best friend come through the door who looks noticeably more healthy than mind controlled by nanobots. "We are getting cotty candy for Rokk, who seems to be allergic to hot girls and beaches. We're going to Santa Cruz, you coming?" He says as he gives a tug of his bomber jacket to straighten it up. Giving a wave to Rokk in farewells, he waits for Lar to give the go-ahead and fearlessly lead on to the teleporter.

Mon-El has posed:
    To be honest, Lar doesn't really feel like it right now. But he probably should. He sighs, trying not to lose the smile. "Yeah, sure. I think we could all use some time off..."

Cosmic Boy has posed:
"Especially you Lar!" Cos calls out from down the hall, already heading back onto the bridge. "Enjoy the time off! Try and relax!" Swish! The doors close cutting off whatever else he was going to say.

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin looks over to Lar with a smile. "Like I said, ready when you guys are. We could always use some R and R, right? I mean, hot women, cotton candy. Shore leave isn't that bad" Brin jokes, looking glad. "You know, we all got each other up here" he says. "So why not all stick together down on shore leave? Let's bring things to make it more fun"

Slipstream has posed:
Bumping his shoulder into Lar's, Drake gives him a grin. "I mean, I know I can. Being all around the world on a tour of gaming is exhausting. Do you know what it's like to sit in front of a computer screen for twenty hours a day six days a week? It sucks. Then on top of the autograph sessions, the media interviews and then people still thinking I'm an Avenger? It's weird." He has a skip to his step as he moves, utilizing his powers to blur about here and there with a great deal more control. "Also, Brin, you can't punch randos on the street. Unless they're total meatheads and they give us shit first. Humans kinda are fragile."

Timber Wolf has posed:
"Meatheads. You mean those muscled people who talk in grunts and stuff? Yeah they are gonna get a punch if they start things" Brin says. "I mean. Anyone wantss to start shit..I'll get between a punch and your pretty face" Brin says. "Or give you a computer to fight them" he nods looking totally and utterly serious about taking a punch from a human. Well, for his family, he'd do it. Pack of a sort tort, too. He's just waiting on the signal then.

""So aside from coton candy...what else are we gonna do then?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar nods as Drake does the shoulder bump. "Go ahead you two, I'll catch up." He is trying to act like everything's fine, but it's kind of obvious that's far from the case.

Slipstream has posed:
Raising his brows upwards, Drake has his best friend radar on and it's pinging! "Lar, what's wrong dude?" He says as he tips his head up at him as they make their way down the corridors to the jump pad. "You kinda got that look and tone about you that I've grown to know sooooo well. What's going on?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin looks to Lar and drake, "Well if he said go on ahead why not. And I promise, no punching randos unless they swing at me first" he shrugs looking serious...though he's too deep in thought to pick up on Lar and Drake's discussion. Thoughts of cotton candy and scrapping with meatheads are in his head as he walks with them.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I--um--nothing. I'll be fine." Lar replies, looking away. "So...you're fully recovered now, right? No permanent damage? From..." he shakes his head. "you know, before." Yep, deflecting. Typical. "At least you're back to your usual self."

Slipstream has posed:
Giving Brin a grin, Drake looks amused before he goes back to nudging Lar a few more times with his finger in the side. Pokey poke. "Yeah, I'm fine. That was months ago. I'm totally normal now. What's going on with you though? You got the 'look' about you. You know what look I'm talking about. You're upset about something. Concerned.." He casts a glance to Brin, then back to Lar.

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin gets the whole 'I am wanting to be left alone' argument. Mostly since he's done the same thing in the past. Even so he's worried. Looking over them both, Brin gives them both a quiett, worried look. "C'mon. Let's get to Earth. We can discuss this while sunning on a beach or eating ice cream right?" he asks, trying to stay positive....as he's pretty sure whatever is bugging Lar, Brin can help in some way. Brin's a lone wolf really...even with his packk of sorts.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar is visibly relieved at that, even if it was already obvious Drake was fine. "I...just had to be sure." he sighs, and nods at Brin's suggestion. "We'll talk more when we get down there, okay?" he promises as they get to the jump pads.

Slipstream has posed:
"You better, or I'm going to give you a super sonic wedgie." Drake says as he gives him a wink. "And you got a lotta cake back there." He says, drawlingly teasing as he continues on. Once they reach the jump pad to teleport down, he taps in the coordinates for Santa Cruz. "Last one down has to wear a bikini." It won't be him, that's for sure. He slaps his hand on the button, then phases out.