1388/Downtime

Downtime
Date of Scene:	10 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Lady Blackhawk, Little Blackhawk

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Black Canary has posed:
    It's been a fairly peaceful time since the return from South America, and Dinah has been taking some of her healing time to get a bit of a tan, especially after Grace had to head back to her bouncing job for the weekend. And since Zinda and Elliot have been...well, occupied, she hasn't seem inclined to disturb them. A girl does like a little time to just relax.

    So, she's found her way out onto a nice beach, with a chair she scavenged from somewhere, along with a battered cooler and an umbrella for when she prefers a little shade. She herself is dressed down, definitely, currently a tank top and bikini bottoms, as she went for a swim earlier. Little cool, but felt great on a hot day.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    The one sandy beach is, well it's glorious. Theres a great breeze, that black sand is a lovely change from the normal. THe issue of note however isn't the sand, it's the enormous rusting hulk of a mechanical lobster. It's shell covered in ancient pock-marks from, well aerial fire most likely.

    Zinda is, well kind of hard to catch up with sometimes. There was downtime with Elliot, and then a SHIELD thing, and then well goodness knows where she actually went. Until that is, she just sort've shows up. Yaaaawning with a stretch as she steps out onto the sand. That neat blue and white stripe bathing suit may well be modest by modern standards but, it's enough to expose the inkwork across her back and that small neat little blackhawk's logo above her collar bone. Shotgun slung over one shoulder, as she saunters her way on over.

    "Aye Darlin, Ya'll mind a little company?"Seagull duty was some serious shit, maybe?

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah raises her shades as she hears Zinda, then teases her a bit. "What, Elliot has to leave for the mainland and suddenly you notice I'm here again?" She mock pouts at her. "Knock yourself out. Beer is cold, sun is warm, and there's a nice breeze. I really need to remember to bring a good tanning suit here..." She stretches out, hands above her head as she arches her back a bit, wiggling into a more comfortable position. Up close, her top is still quite soaked, and the beads of water still evaporating off her skin hint that she's been swimming not too long ago. "Hey, I found a robot shark, by the way. Didn't look in great shape though. But it had a Blackhawk insignia on it, so I assumed it's some sort of guard system?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Well if you'd -rather-, I could just leave the door open."Zinda offers a grin at that. Slumping down under the shade of an umbrella before laying that shotgun across her lap. "Oh the sharks, yeah. Repurposed garbage from Killer Shark, we had a bunch of those back in the day. They flew a little, had little machineguns in their heads. Mostly for show though, I mean first time we had no idea -what- to do. They're pretty silly though, if you bonk'em it'd throw their gyros off and they'd just plough into the ground and flail around."Because of course she had to deal with flying sharks with machineguns in their heads.

    "We had a bunch of that stuff once upon a time, big flying bird things too but those tended to explode or alternatively just attack random things. You know like, trees or random friendly returning aircraft?"She offers a shrug, reaching over to snag a beer. "Everyone wanted to reproduce the big lobsters, but I put the kibosh to that one thankfully."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah grins at that. "Well, they do have a certain style, beats out the more machine-looking drones they use these days. I do like that about the asthetics back when this place was built, even the villains had a certain style to them, even if they were complete assholes."

    She raises a brow at the shotgun. "Expecting trouble out here? I thought we pretty much cleared out the area of anything too dangerous." There's a pause. "...and it's definitely not for giant mutant crabs or something, right?" She reaches down when she sees Zinda sitting and underhands her her beach towel, currently folded up. "Here, sand's a little hot to lie on, wouldn't wanna cook your butt."

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    There's air traffic incoming. Little Blackhawk ha already requested landing instructions and is bringing her plane into the hangar now. It won't be long before the women on the beach have company. Right on time. Elliot didn't die or get lost in New York City apparently. The plane is clearly audible from the beach as it approaches.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "No, just the rats'n Seagulls. You gotta pop those little bastards when you see them, or the whole place gets overrun."Zinda pauses, accepting the towel before well getting good and comfy over there. "S'what happened to the -Big- base, the one over in the pacific. Awash in rats, I landed. Looked around, then turned and took right back off because fuck that."Chin lifting as she peers towards the Horizon. "Oh, it's Elliot. That Saab of hers sounds wild, doesn't it?"

Black Canary has posed:
    The other woman sits up, looking towards the sound. "She has a Saab?" she says curiously. "And I remember you saying. You'd think they'd have run out of things to eat by this point, that many rats." She shrugs. "This place is good for now I think, it's more...cozy, even if it's still a fixer upper." She looks thoughful. "What was Elliot going back for, by the way? Shopping trip for here?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Yeah It's a nice old Saab, she needed something to build time in. Not very flashy, but like that bastard is comfy as hell."and a pause as she cranks open that beer with the aid of her shotgun's ejection port, -pop-. "Oh well I imagine they're all turning all super cannibal or something, and this was the -nice- Island anyway. The Pacific base had our airship, but that'll be a heap. Had my old armory though, but after this long that'll be gone."As to the question of -where- Well. Zinda gives a shrug. "She has Family there, and unlike me she can tolerate them. Shopping too maybe?"

Black Canary has posed:
    "Ah, she's still close to them? Makes sense." Dinah says, stretching out again as she lies back. "I haven't seen a Saab up close actually, maybe she'd be willing to show me a bit of it when she's got time." She glances over, raising a brow as Zinda pops the bottle, flashing a faint grin at that. "Super cannibal mutant rats. Yuuuuup. I'm find with this island." she adds cheerfully.

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    It actually isn't long before Elliot emerges onto the beach. She's dressed in a t-shirt and exercise shorts but the duffel bag over her shoulder probably has a beach blanekt and towels, if not also a swimsuit. Elliot tend to be prepared. The girl walks favouring her left leg but doesn't otherwise seems to be no worse for the wear of her trip to the mainland. The other two blonde women are offered a wave and a brief smile as the girl is coming closr. Her smile remains undiminished by circumstance.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I think so, we haven't exactly had a big sit down discussion. I mean she knows how bad my parents were, all those biographies. So I think she does it out of deference, we haven't gotten around to touching base."Z lets that kind of hang out there, before well. Speak of the devil! Z glances yonder, and frowns. "Who or what happened to your gam Sweetpea, Either we need more safety railing or somone needs to fill a pine box." Zinda everyone, mistress of subtlety and tact.

Black Canary has posed:
    AT the tone of concern in Zinda's voice, Dinah sits up, twisting around so she can see too, then frowns. "...sprain?" she says after a moment, now getting to her feet, and motioning to her beach chair. "Here, put your foot up...we've got ice on the cooler, I can put it one of the ziplock bags from lunch to ice it.

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "I mean. Sprain... Cracked rib. That sort of thing," Elliot puffs as she's coming closer and then half-falling into the beach chair. Not from weakness as unwillingness to waste more time standing. The girl takes a deep breath and then exhales heavily, shifting her weight in the seat. "Mmm. You should see the guy who did this to me," she offers in a tone that isn't quite a joke. "Anyway. Um. I guess the short version is that these mercenaries attacked a gang of guys with bows and swords, like, right outside my mom and dad's apartment... I have no idea what is going on either, honestly."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    Zinda's eyebrows start their ascent, as Elliot's story begins. "And so you -shot- them right, like in the face with a handgun chambered in a caliber approved by the Lord and Savior John Moses Browning...right?"She does rise at least, offering the shotgun to Dinah as she circles in to give Elliot a careful looking over.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah frowns at Elliot a bit. "Did you have someone look at it? Here...let me take a look. Please." she adds to the end, as she's handed the shotgun, then passes it off to set on top of the cooler. "Zinda or I can help you get the shirt up if nothing else, that's going to be a bitch to get off if you really cracked them. Do we have a aid kit?" She's straight to fixing the problem, though the concern on her face is obvious.

Little Blackhawk has posed:
"I didn't have a gun on me, Zee. I was visiting my parents. Mom would have freaked out," Elliot admits quietly. She has the grace to embarrassed about it. "I climbed up to the roof where a bunch of them were fighting and three three of them off of it though," elliot offers helpfully. "I had a gun after that." Elliot submits to whatever iad is offered with no resistance. The tell-tale wince involved in moving enough to remove her shirt with a cracked rib confirms atl east soem of Dinah's concerns. "Retty sure it's just one or two," the iglroffers helpfully before sucking in a sharp breath. Beneath the t-shirt Elliot is wearing a sports bra that does a good job of keeping her chest completely out of the way. "Then I started shooting with our... lord and savi... what?" Elliot appears utterly baffled.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "John Moses Browning, Inventor of like eighty different guns? Invented the fourty five A.C.P, modernized the nine mill? Was like, a super Mormon?"She sighs, casually emptying that bottle in a single go. "Yep, we got a med bay and thats where we're going."Z huffs a bit, peering back towards the facility proper. "Just uh, we gotta pass the still I have set up. So don't go touchin it, nor peaking at the mash. Let too much salt air in, kill the yeast off."Because of course such things concern Zinda.

Black Canary has posed:
    If there's one thing she knows about by now, it's how to deal with first aid for injuries incurred through brawls, knife fights and gun fights. Though thankfully there are no bullets marring Elliot's skin when the shirt comes off, as Dinah kneels beside the chair. "...I'm sorry, this is probably going to sting a bit. I'll be careful as I can." She begins gently probing Elliot's swelling ribs. "...two definitely. Maybe three." she says after a moment. "We'll need to wrap it." She slides down to check her ankle too, frowning as she runs her fingers over it, carefully manipulating Elliot's foot slightly to check the movement. "...definitely a sprain. No bone break thoug, and I don't think any muscle damage, other than a bruise. You're going to be pretty colorful after a day or so..." She leans back to snag the cooler, setting the lid and shotgun to the side as she starts filling up a bag with some ice, sealing it off, then resting it over Elliot's swelling ankle. "...likely will need a crutch for a little bit. Or a cane. Something to take the weight off...." She looks over at Zinda. "It's not fun but none of it is more serious than she said."

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "John Moses... John... Oh! Him. Yeah. No, he was back on the plane where he wouldn't be found by Customs," Elliot admits, shaking her head. "I learned my lesson, I guess." she takes a slow breathin, as carefully as she can. "I knew I could make it here without making it too much worse. The ankle's kind of- um, a thing, but..." SHe shrugs slowly. "Can I stay right here for a bit before we go to the med bay? The breeze is kind of nice." Elliot closes her eyes before adding sheepishly, "I have more I need to tell you anyway. The ninja dudes didn't ACTUALLY do this... Um."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Well come on, the Ninja dudes didn't do this so who -precisely- wrecked my copilot?"And a frown as she reaches under that chair, and with a Glance to Dinah before she hoists it and Elliot with it up. "OH and you're off the flight line until you're healed up, last thing you need is compression Gs. Not everyone gets to be cool and fly busted up like I do."Which she does of course, because who exactly could stop Zinda Blake from flying? Exactly. "You're damn right you learned your lesson, we're Blackhawks honey. We got people to drag into our terrible half baked plans."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah shifts to the other end and lifts as well, careful not to bounce the girl riding along as the two women start to carry the third back. "And you can get a breeze on the way back, but if you didn't get treatement already, we really need to get you patched up now before it has time to swell more." She peers down at Elliot. "So, if it wasn't ninjas, who did it, and where can we introduce ourselves to the gentlemen responsible?" she says, a bit tightly.

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "So... When the ninja and the weird mercenary dudes started fighting I wasn't the only bystander. A chick with weird eye implants that look like sunglasses got into it with them," Elliot relates meekly. "I wanted to figure out who it was. There's an underground fighting ring in New York City that mercenary types congregate at and I paid them a visit to try to track down some leads. Same night, so I didn't really- wait. For backup."
    Elliot allows a beat for that to settle in while she quietly clings to the chair she's seated on and allows herself to be carried away. Finelly she continues with, "I had to fight to get information out of the organizer. They call the guy who did this Flag Smasher, I guess? Anyway, I broke his arm, a few of his ribs, and his jaw..." A beat. "I think we can call it fair..."
    Elliot, always brave, is cowering just a little while she waits for the response THAT will elicit.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "So you had your phone shot away in the initial fight on the roof, right? Had all your fingers broken, so you couldn't dial a phone? Oh wait you were in an EMP blackout zone, or someplace that had no cell service or wire phone service? That's why you didn't call either of us, right? I mean you were of course, physically unable to ask anyone for help because oh wait was it maybe an alien invasion or..."Zinda's delivery is ice cold, as she helps cart Elliot into the base's medbay.

    You can smell the fermentation in the next room over, that'd be Zinda's still of course. In here it's white and neat and clean, just yaknow. Very 1960s, down to the horrorifyingly accurate posters on STDs on the wall. "Or maybe I suddenly for just like, during the time when this happened I got turned into a bunny rabbit or..my phone became self aware or...I mean there must be a good excuse for you know. Endangering the protective posture of the entire squadron, and the combat capability of the Blackhawks for what."She glances yonder towards Dinah. "Weeks, until those ribs heal up?"

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah stays out of the chewing out Elliot is getting...she agrees with Zinda that she should have asked for help, but part of her is just exasperated. Why does she keep ending up with teammates who do this? And maybe she's a little more protective of Elliot than most. She's seen her in action, but tends to get that way. And since Elliot is the youngest, it's sort of natural.

    That said, she suspects it's a bit personal for Zinda in this case, so she lets her vent. It's better if she gets it all out now rather than holding it in, really. And Elliot is a big girl, she can take a little yelling. She hopes.

    Once they're in the medbay, she sets down the chair, then with Zinda will carefully left Elliot up one of the clean beds, before heading over to dig out supplies. "It'll be at least weeks...sprain too. It'll probably feel worse since it had time to swell up, so it'll take a bit for that to go back down." She heads over, checking the ribs. "Don't think we need the bra off for this, though I suspect you're not going to be too comfy trying to get one on or off for a while." she says, replacing the ice on Elliot's sprain.
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Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "Two weeks before I can do combat maneuvers and four weeks before I'm going to be one hundred percent," Elliot responds quietly to Elliot's tirade. She squeaks a little bit and shifts back in her seat, taking another careful, deep breath. "I don't have an excuse. I didn't call you before I went in to do this and I should have," Elliot replies simply. She holds that deep breath now and closes her eyes for a moment.

    "I did ice my ankle," Elliot relates then, shifting her leg as she does. "Before walking on it. Should be okay." She is just venturing an opinion, not interfering with the treatment she is being given.

    The ribs, fortunately, aren't terribly damaged. Elliot got off easy. None of them are shattered, chipped, or compound freatured. She might even be able to work again a week from now, with care.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "We're a unit, once you decide you're a solo act we open ourselves to injury. I have no wingman for two weeks."Zinda retreats to an opposing table to sit down and watch Dinah do her alley doctor thing. Frowning, but well she seems to have spit most of her venom. For now. "I go pick fights in a bar, I have somone with me to watch my six."

Black Canary has posed:
    "It could be worse, Zinda..." Dinah says as she steps back, then helps Elliot up to a sitting position. "Here, this is going to feel a bit uncomfortable but you'll feel better with it wrapped." She starts winding it around, keeping it snug to support the cracked ribs. "...what you're talking about...it sounds like a MetaBrawl..." she murmurs. "I thought we smashed the hell out of that outfit last time they tried it. It was mostly supervillain types, so it flew under the radar for a long time. I thought they'd packed up and moved out of the States...." She clips the bandage in place, looking over her work critically. "Okay. Lie back hon, I've got a proper icepack to put on that ankle, and a pillow to elevate it a bit.

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "I won't do it again," Elliot promises quietly. "not like this. I'll call you as soon as trouble goes down next time." Elliot is very docile, it seems. She takes being dressed down well. The girl rests her head back agianst the chair, taking a few heavy breaths in spite of thecracked ribs. She frowns and reachews for the wrapping, tugging on it slightly.

    "Mmm. Hurts less," the girl half mumbles before nodding. "I was- angry.Worried, I guess... And I did something stupid. I'm sorry." Elliot slowly sits up now. "Thank you," seh tells DInah then, frowning thoughtfully as she tests her range of movement.

    "Meta brawl. Something like that." The smallest blonde nods once. "Okay... Now I should...?" She seems to be half-expecting ZInda to continue.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Where were these jokers? You're going to bed, light duty for one week. Nothing heavier than a cup of coffee, and thats an order."Zinda lets that drop where it may as she considers, carefully. "This stays an isolated incident, I don't feel further punishment is necessary. This happens again, and Sweetpea I promise I'm gonna hurt your feelings. Alright?"Finally fixing Elliot with the kind of gaze that could set people on fire, maybe.

    "Dinah, get'cher gear and load up the PC-12. We're gonna give Grace a ring, I reckon she'd be amenable to coming along for free considering the circumstances. Nobody fucks with the Blackhawks, and gets away scott fucking free. We're gonna come down on these fucks like the holy mother fucking ghost."Finally rolling to her feet and straightening up. "Everyone understand whats to be done here?"

Black Canary has posed:
    The blond bombshell frowns a bit, looking up from the bandage. "First, leave this on just till tomorrow, then we're taking it off. It'll help for the initial swelling but it's not healthy to leave it on too long." she says to Elliot. She then turns to Zinda. "We need to know where these fights are taking place before we can do much. I know the name Flagsmasher, he's a thug. Something like this had to have a organizer, someone smart. If they're smart they'll be rotating where the fights happen to avoid being tracked. I'll need to hit some contacts..." she says, frowning. "And check if there have been any sightings of anyone in particular in the city who might be drawn to something like that. We might be able to follow them back that way."

    She raises a brow at Zinda. "And if we're going we should take Elliot with and we can...put her up at my place so she can rest for the moment. Not like I use my bed that often there as it is, but it's clean and safe and I know the people there."

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    Elliot, perhaps wisely, does not point out that her trousers weigh more than a cup of coffee. Instead she nods her head firmly. "Yes, m'am," she agrees without any hesitation. Dinah is similarly acknowledged with a nod and Elliot twists on the bed so that she can look out across te med bay , surveying everything.

    "I'd blame the ninja who were doing crazy shit in the city. I mean, I got hurt at the fight after volunteering to get into a ring with someone twice my mass." Elliot wiggles a little before adding, "I want those ninja guys and the mercs as bad as you do." How badly she wanted to take them down is the reason this mess is happening, after all.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I'll Blame, whomever I find and I'll cut their fucking hearts out."Zinda offers, just to make it clear. "Right. Get everyone on the bird in fourty five minutes. I'm going to go dig out all that fancy infantry shit I've got just sitting around."And a pause as Zinda starts off. "And I'll see about ringing Grace, just get everyone packed and on the bird."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah lets out a sigh. "Sure thing boss." she says in a resigned tone. "Okay Elliot...what would you like me to pack for you, or do you still have your stuff on the Saab and I can just switch it over?" She smoothly moves over to organizing as she thinks about what they'll need and how to get it there. Elliot just sorta became cargo in those calculations, but in a nice sense. Or at least, she won't be piling anything on her in the back of the plane.

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "I've still got most of my stuff on the Saab," Elliot confirms for Dinah. "I was going to unload it after I came and said hi." We all saw how that went. Elliot shifts slowly on the seat and then very carefully comes to her feet. She grimaces briefly before giving a nod. "I guess I'll go check the bird. while you get stuff together. Um... Okay." Elliot is already walking away at a fairly ground eating pace, aside from the part where she is still favouring her right ankle. Determination counts for a lot if nothing else.

Black Canary has posed:
    It's Dinah's turn to give Elliot the look of death a she turns back from what she's doing and realizes that Elliot is making a break for it. "You are definiately NOT going to do that." she says, moving to block her, then overriding any protests, simply scooping her up and carrying her back towards the bed. "You are going to lie down and rest that so you don't make it worse, or make Zinda completely blow her top." She sighs, then says more soothingly. "There's nothing wrong with resting after an injury, and this isn't critical. I can handle it, okay? Just take it easy for a bit. Maybe write down some of what you remember about the guys you fought?"

    She points at her, narrowing her eyes. "Stay. Or I WILL tie you there."

    She'll then head off to start packing supplies into the plane.