2621/Basic Maintenance

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Basic Maintenance
Date of Scene: 29 September 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Robin (Wayne), Amarok, Starfire, Breath, Stardust, Wonder Girl




Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had been in the hangar tonight, spending his time tinkering with not only the Redbird, but also the T jet. Which seems to have at least one or two areas where he wants to improve it on.

  On a skateboard, underneath the T Jet, was Robin, though one couldn't tell from the look of it, he was dressed in a coverall, with only his green boots to give him away. His feet moved in rhythm with something, maybe music? Of course it was on his headphones while he worked, he feigned drums and symbols with his mouth underneath, sounds like rock of some sort, if one could tell from the beat.

Amarok has posed:
As the youngest Robin fiddles with the vehicles, the low rumble of the elevator cracks into the room, impossible to hear over any music. What may be audible, is the pronounced *DING* it makes to announce the arrival of a new face in the hanger, or rather, a new mask. As the doors part, the ever armored Wolf steps through them and into the hanger, head canting side to side in a manner ripped straight from his namesake, apparently paranoid over his surroundings. The softly glowing LED eyes stop on the barely noticable form under the T Jet and silently stalk over to it, appraising Damian for a few seconds before leaning back against one of the large toolbox workbench things hangars have, crossing his arms and watching over the young mechanic of the night.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian continued to tinker about, having only barely heard Dan coming into the hangar.

  A couple minutes pass by before his feet stop bobbing up and down. "What do you want?" He responds, having completed his objective for now.

  The skateboard slides from underneath the jet. He wore a pair of work glasses, shaded for the most part the usual parts hidden by his mask are still hidden. Without moving his legs, he lifts his torso, staring Dan in his LEDs.

Amarok has posed:
For a moment, the Wolf remains silent, just long enough to make it awkward. And then, in a monotone made all the creepier by the modulation of his helmet's speaker, he says words! And here I was expecting him to say hieroglyphs, "It's dangerous to work on something like that alone..." He says naggingly, like a disapproving older brother, minus the noogey, "If anything happens, it could be days before anyone comes down...."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Oh, thanks mom. I had no idea!" He scoffs before removing a t-com from his pocket. "It was set to broadcast an emergency signal. I'm not an idiot." He just likes the solitude.

  Damian wipes his hands before picking up the tools, putting them in a nearby tool chest, immaculately organized. "Anything else you with to scold me on?"

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf cants his head some more in an exaggerated fashion as he looks over the T Jet, "...Beast that size could crush your communicator to bits if it dropped. It probly wouldn't have a chance to put the signal out. And then it's just you and the gas fumes. Assuming they hang low enough for you to breath them in." He shrugs a bit, "If you're lucky, they will. And you'll pass out in a pool of your own vomit. Dying in your sleep is probly the best way to go. Of course, you could also have just gotten someone to watch out for you while you work. Someone who could help or get help if something went wrong." He pauses for a bit before refocusing on Damian, "...And dont use your mother for mockery." He says with a tinge of offence in his otherwise dead tone.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian sighs a bit, before he points to the landing gear. "There was little to no chance it could fall, I was working on a part of the propulsion, not hydraulics." Dan's directive to not use his mother like that only gets a short laugh. "You obviously do not know my mother."

  Damian kept on picking some tools. "She wouldn't bat an eye at sending assassins for me on a daily basis."

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf glances to the landing gear, "...Landing gear can fail....Trust me." He says with the kind of deadly seriousness that says he's seen it before...and is likely seeing it now in his head. After a moment's rememberance, his head snaps back to Damian, "No excuse. Have respect for your mother, or I'll beat it into you." With how offended he seems to be, you'd think Damian were talking about his mother, and being far more insulting than actually happened...

Starfire has posed:
    And who should come hovering in but one Tamaranean - yes, I said hovering, because with her leggings-covered legs and boots tucked up behind herself so that her knees were pointing Earthward, Starfire was hovering along, her expression as thoughtful as the alien's expression tended to get.

    A bit of a blink, though, as she comes to a stop nearish the T-Jet - leaning her torso to one side to look beneath it to see...

    "Hello friends! Are you here to look at the ship? It is most sleek and impressive, even if it cannot go into space." A beat, and Starfire GASPS, looking to Damian. "...can it go into space?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's eyes go wide for a moment. He's not heard anyone mouth off to him like that in a long time. It was almost refreshing.

  "By all means, I dare you to beat it into me." He says defiantly, removing the top portion of his coveralls, and lifting his undershirt. Beneath it are multiple scars of slices, stab wounds, gunshot wounds, burns. "Don't think you can do more than she already had done to me in some form or another."

  A moment later, Damian hurriedly lowers his shirt, having heard Starfire. "Umm..." a moment to think. "Not yet."

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf remains unmoved by the showing of Damian's damaged body, "You'll get no pity from me." He says coldly before his head snaps over to eye Starfire in the same wolf like manner as all the other times his visual direction changes, "Good evening, princess." He says in a dead monotone, offering a bow that Damian may find familiar in form, "Just making sure Robin doesn't get crushed with no one around."

Starfire has posed:
    Canting her head a bit to the side as abs were briefly seen, Starfire brings up her free hand to scratch the tip of her nose, her hair hanging free and pointing groundward too. A beat further, and Starfire seems to swivel a bit, until she was floating upside down on the opposite side of the ship, only her face and eyes visible.

    "Hello! It is a most glorious of evenings, yes? And friend Robin is usually the one who crushes others.... yes?" she says, looking back towards Damian. Another GASP. "...and not yet? You mean to say that you are working on this?!"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian removes his glasses, uncovering those ghastly green eyes of his. "Who are you!?" He asks Dan, the bow having sparked something of a memory. "What you said earlier, you know who my mother is, don't you?" An accusatory tone in that statement.

  "It is a possibility. I will not know for sure until I've done a more thorough search." He says towards Starfire.

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf straightens back up from his bow and mutters under his breath about how even he thinks having a space jet sounds pretty cool. Unfortunately, the speaker from his helmet isn't sensitive enough to pick up every part, making it project random unintelligible gibberish at normal speaking volume. Damian's sudden fury draws a lazy return of his gaze to him, "....According to the papers, I'm 'The Urban Wolf' or so I'm told." He says in a deadpan snark that paints the perfect picture of a smirk across his expressionless helmet.

Starfire has posed:
    Damian's mother. Starfire's head disappears from the opposite side of the jet. "That would be most wonderful - is there anything that one can do to help with your search?" asks the Tamaranean as she crosses the top of the jet, and suddenly, well... she lands. By Dan and Damian both.

    "Who is your mother, friend Robin? Is she royalty?" she asks, canting her head as she looks down at the young man.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Talia al Ghul. Second in command to Ra's al Ghul of the League of Assassins. The group I called home until this year...when I escaped them." Damian offers, the Boy was completely without his mask, revealing to pretty much everyone that he was the same boy from Aquaman's party. "You defend her like you know her, 'Urban Wolf'. I fucking -demand- you tell me the truth."

Amarok has posed:
At Damian's angered order, the previously unflinching and defiant Wolf drops to a knee, bowing before Damian in a manner likely strange to Starfire, but all to familiar to the blood of the demon, "Daniel, youngest son of the clan Richter." He says in a lighter voice, as if a completely different person. The first name likely means nothing to Damian, but the last name may ring a bell. A family that has been counted among the League's numbers for centuries, some even serving his grandfather directly.

Starfire has posed:
    The language seems to strike Starfire like a bolt, the young alien's eyes widening as she stiffens up a bit more. There was... something that she was missing here, between the two young men. And Starfire purses her lips tighter. "Friends," she says, once. "Why do we not find joy in our friendship... uhm... here," she says.

    "Perhaps it would be best if we had some..." There was no sunlight in the evening. "... fresh air, yes?" she says. Floating over to the button near the door, Starfire presses the combination into the hanger door, letting the big, ponderous doors of the hanger slowly ratchet open, Starfire turning around to fix the other two with bright smiles again.

Breath has posed:
Breath is nearby, flying fairly low and making some jet engine like roaring, head down to blow past her feet. She pauses and looks up to take a deep breath, making some less than graceful but adequate corrections and angling to stay in airspace that looks less prone to annoying drafts and such. Which means she gets to pass relatively close to the hangar. Not like conversationally close, but close enough to raise eyebrows when the hangar she wasn't actually paying attention to that she is approaching-ish opens up.

That makes her look up and blow forward with a roar of air to drop some speed, because whatever is coming out of the hangar, she'd rather not deal with while careening at high speed through the air on leaky inflatable glider wings. This is, of course, noisy enough to draw some attention. Stealthy she ain't. Hrm. Uhm.. This is awkward?

Stardust has posed:
<<GOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING TITANS TOWER!>> the intercom chimes out, loudly. <<Hey, this is not a test, this is Stardust, time to rock it from the Basement to the Danger Room! Hey, is it just me or does that sound like wishful thinking? These days it's dangerous everywhere. Not morning though, so... there goes my old movie reference. Hey Titans! It's a lovely evening and the sky is a beautiful red, let's pretend that ain't the flicker of burning buildings in the distance. I brought pizza and I invited some company over, friend I met stomping parademons, who needs to make a few contacts in the super-biz. Getcha masks on who has them, if you want to be the meet and greet. And eat. 'Cos pizza!>>

Well that probably explains the flyer outside the hangar, then.

Wonder Girl has posed:
Cassie is herself on the way back from the city after her classes, sailing over Queens and western Long Island toward the team's tower. Personal flight really beats the LIRR! It's only as she descends toward the distinctive 'T'-shaped building that she spots two particular things: first the fact that the hangar is opening, meaning someone is home, and second... that they have some sort of odd visitor also sailing toward the tower. Unknown 'bogies' in their airspace warrant investigation and so she quickly drops down beside the girl in a more upright pose.

"Uh hey who are you and what are you- oh." She blinks once or twice as there's some recollection here. "Didn't I bump into you somewhere?"

Even though she's outside, her hearing is good enough to pick up on the intercom blaring inside the open hangar, which explains what's going on a bit more clearly. "Oh right, now I remember. Colette was there too, I think. At the stadium?" The many blonde Cs. "Well c'mon then, sounds like we're getting pizza!"

With that, she leans forward and sail into the hangar, waving when she spots the small gathering within. "Koooori, I found the visitor."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The announcement gets a shocked look from Damian, he hurries to put back on the shaded safety glasses he was using, only before running off to the lift. "This isn't over, Wolf!" He yells, making a hasty retreat to his room for a proper mask. "Fucking -no one- respects secrets anymore." He says, tapping those buttons to close the lift as rapidly as possible.

Amarok has posed:
All things considered, The Wolf-Dan takes the sudden intrusion well, standing with a spin back to a firm base and aiming the large gun normaly kept holstered at his side at her. Before he has a chance to issue a threat, the intercom crackles to life and answers the questions for him. He straightens up from the defensive position and lowers, but does not holster said gun. Damian rushing off garners a glance but nothing more. As Cassie arrives, he finally holsters his gun proper and offers the new arrivals a firm nod in greeting.

Starfire has posed:
"Pizza?" That word spurs Starfire's attention most of all, any awkwardness that was coming from the fight leaving her as she zeros in on the loudspeaker. There was a certain sort of fierceness that was in the woman's demeanor - especially when it came to food.

But she was still kind. And that was obvious in the way that her demeanor softens, Starfire twisting and giving a wave up towards Cassie. Bringing up her hand, she cups her lips and calls. "Friend Cassie! We must find masks! This is what Stardust says!" The new person flying by - Star waves her hand towards her, beaming a smile that direction. "Who is thissssss, Cassie!" calls Star.

Breath has posed:
Breath nods, "Oh... Kay!" She smiles briefly at the greeting, then looks away. She turns her head a bit from side to side, blowing to make some corrections to come gliding into the hangar in the direction of nobody and nothing that looks like it is going to get knocked around. As she floats over the hangar floor, she blows into the hangar with a hurricane roar as she slows to a hover and drops the last little bit to the floor. She stumbles a bit on the landing and quickly takes her hands out of the grips to steady herself.

Herself? There's enough uncertainty on that point from the look of her to make it arguable - obviously trans or extremely androgynous. That said, long hair, makeup, and a skirt are probably there to break any ties. Now stable, she pulls a tube out of her cowl to suck on. This deflates the wings, and they collapse more or less into the backpack, although they dangle out a little bit lopsidedly because well, Tony Stark she ain't.

Breath waves cheerily and straightens her hair and skirt. "Hiya! Breath here! Uhm.. I hope I didn't interrupt something?"

Stardust has posed:
As the doors to the elevator slam shut behind Damian, there's another slamming in the unused shaft next to it. Unused by elevators, that is, but much used by flying vistors. This slamming is the sound of Colette landing. The reason why it's so noisy is that Colette has decided that if it's sensible to use superpowered flight to go up, why not use superpowered resilience to go down, and let gravity do the work?

SLAM. Colette lands in a crouch, knees bent, both arms tightly gripping a stack of pizza boxes to protect them from the effects of rapid deceleration. It's the kind of dramatic crouch that normally would be seen moments before there are things blowing in an exciting fashion, but in this case it comes with pizza instead. Pizza, and Colette's cheery "Hi guys! I brought pizza. She opens her hand, revealing a small jar. "And mustard, for Star. Proper mustard, the good stuff. Made in France. Wholegrain. Black truffle. You're gonna love it."

Colette puts the pizzas down, and looks around. "Hey. Breath, you found your way in. Meet the Titans. This is Star, she's the leader. That guy there is The Urban Wolf, and that's Wonder Girl, and... " she looks around harder. "I thought there was supposed to be a Robin here. We have Robins, too."

Wonder Girl has posed:
"Oh, um, she's..." is Cassie's fumbling beginning of an answer to Starfire, since while she's evidently managed to remember back as far as that first meeting, she doesn't actually recall if any of them really talked long enough to be introduced properly. So there's a moment of uncertain silence before Colette's dramatic arrival kind of cuts all that off. Even she blinks a bit at the sudden crash, but since Colette looks like she's alright, no harm done.

"Breath?" she wonders when a name is supplied, and her eyes look up and off like she's trying to place it. "We all ran into each other when some doofuses tried to rob her at some sports event. But I don't think we ever got to say hello. It was such a mess and then everyone just kind of split when the cops came." One could say they 'cheesed it.'

"Well, anyway, I'm Cassie, or uh, Wonder Girl," she supplies toward Breath. She's not as huge on the secrecy as say, Damian.

"I don't think we actually all have to run and get masks, Kori. Halloween's not for a couple weeks still. Figure that was just a warning we had a visitor coming, in case anyone was uh, dressed down. But Colette got pizza, so that's almost as good as halloween candy." She grins.

Amarok has posed:
The afore mentioned 'Urban Wolf' merely grunts in response to being introduced before leaning back up against one of the machine-shop giant toolbox things, "French mustard on pizza?....Gross." He says derisively, "And I'm saying that even after having eaten raw scorpion....Pass me the stinger, please." Judging from the barely noticable change in his tone, this may be his attempt at a joke....Or maybe he's just an asshole, insulting other people's food. You make the call!

Starfire has posed:
GASP.

It was Colette that Starfire floats up towards - kicking up off of the ground as if to launch herself towards her - her legs brought up to tuck behind herself as she draws near, approaching Colette at very fast speed - only to stop, midair, as if she were being dangled on a string. "You are the most wonderful of friends, Col..." A beat, and Starfire lets her eyes grow wide again, glancing over her shoulder towards Breath. Leaning forward towards Colette, she lowers her voice, and whispers. "Stardust," she says, nodding her head once.

"If you bring me such good things to eat all of the time, I will become spoiled. What do you like to eat? I should bring you good things too!" she chirps.

It was Cassie that she looks to next. "You mean Stardust got pizza, Cassie," says Starfire firmly, her hand coming up to kinda scratch idly at the side of her neck before she starts to land again, bringing her booted feet down. And she gives Cassie a bright smile, before turning towards Breath. "No, no, you did not interrupt anything - Robin is simply..." A beat, and Starfire pauses a moment more. "...he is very passionate about things. Please be welcome to the tower! I am Starfire, and it is most wonderful to meet you - you have met some of the others already, yes?" she says, holding up her new jar of mustard.

"Do you want pizza? You can borrow my mustard!"

Breath has posed:
Breath rubs the back of her neck for a moment, shyly, and makes her way toward Colette, since that's who she knows here. "I saw *somebody* else, but they went over that way." She gestures at the lift. "He looked kind of angry, maybe? I wasn't close enough to see. Uhh. Anyways, hiyah. Um, you probably have some questions? And they're not conversation-ish? So go ahead and just ask and get it over with, I mean, I don't expect anybody here to track what I've been getting up to, so.. yeah."

She smiles shyly at Starfire. "Thank you! I like pizza without mustard, thanks.. Sometimes with garlic, but not mustard, and I don't need any garlic right now. What kind of pizza is it?"

Stardust has posed:
"It's okay Star," Colette says with a grin. "She already knows my real name, Colette is fine. And I intend to spoil you more with good things to eat. We've had too many pizzas. I'm going to do some proper cooking for the lot of you some day soon. " She offers pizza around, and leaves boxes on top of every handily shaped bit of vehicle, and grabs a slice."

"Mustard on pizza is uh... Starfire's thing," she says to Breath, though flashing a sideways look at Dan as she says it. "You never know until you try, right? I brought six types of pizza, half of them veggie. Help yourself. So Breath, you should tell the guys why you're called Breath." She turns back to the others. "She's good at breathing. You'd be amazed. She's been doing a bit of crimefighting on her own, so she's eager to make a few contacts."

Wonder Girl has posed:
"I think the first time we met, it was all plain-clothes," Cassie explains. "We were all out being normal. Actually it's before Col- er Stardust, WHATEVER, had joined or even knew about me. Though I think I speed-blitzed one of the jerks at the stadium in front of her." Insert helpless shrug. She's kind of bad at the secret spy stuff, since Diana doesn't bother with it. And basically, where Wonder Woman is concerned, like mentor, like student. And then, with some relief: "Oh good, see? She knows. Annnnyway."

Moving over to join Starfire and Breath in crowding the Bringer of Pizzas, she reaches to grab a box from the middle of the stack. Gotta make sure at least one of them is safe from mustarding. Opening it, she glances over as Breath declares it question and answer time. "Um, is that what you do, and what the name is for? Blow real hard like the big bad wolf? Has to be pretty strong to actually use it to fly."

Of course, anyone getting the mustard treatment who isn't quite familiar with it is worth an amused grin, though she eventually encourages Starfire: "I'm sure Colette got the special mustard just for you, Kori. It sounds fancy, and we all know how much you like it!" She pulls a non-mustarded slice from her box

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf shrugs as everyone seems to be pro-mustard, not making any moves to get food and in general actively avoiding socialization. How sad, the big bad wolf is shy.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian eventually returns, now in his full Robin garb. Armored undersuit, red and gold tunic, green armored boots and knee pads, his ballistic fabric cape, and the bat-tech mask. His hood is drawn up now, before he exits the elevator, stepping deliberately and with authority. "Next time, we should get fair warning before bringing someone into the tower. Some of us have to keep identities a secret." He says in a hostile tone, not directed anywhere in particular.

  The white eyes of the mask look the visitor over a couple times, unsure of what to make of them. He then just gets back on the skateboard, putting himself underneath the T Jet again. He wasn't going to leave it in a non flightworthy state.

Breath has posed:
Breath ohs, "Yeah.. I.." She turns a little bit, plants one heel behind herself to brace herself, and blows a puff of hurricane force out the hangar door, "..huff and puff and blow down houses and stuff. That and I can hold my breath for a really really long time, stuff like that. Uhm.."

She thinks a moment, tilting her head, "I go by Lyssa when I'm not wearing this, but I really, really do not want people finding that out because there are some people who really, really do not like what I represent to people, I guess. She pronouns, and no that's not what my parents thought they were when I was little. I usually hang out around Brooklyn, I get messages at an LGBT shelter there that I watch out for, but I drop in on some of the others in tha area now and then. Usually that doesn't mean monsters, but now and then I trip over stuff like that. I moved away from home months ago because my parents were being awful. Mostly dad."

Stardust has posed:
Colette nods her head towards Cassie, grinning a little. "So it turns out that another person in that little fight at the arena that day had powers huh? I'm telling you, that kung fu guy too. Got to be. He's probably called Captain Facepunch, or Kickmaster, or The Mighty Palm or something. You should totally track him down..." her grin widens a bit.

Chewing on a slice of pizza, Colette walks around the T-jet, running a hand lightly across it as she goes. "Hi Robin. I met an alien from the future who says you're going to become Batman. This thing is cool. Can it go into space? It looks like it ought to go into space." She takes a few steps back to take the craft in, stopping next to Dan. She gives him a nudge.

  "Hey, Wolfpool. You ever been into space? We should go. I wanna see someone try to ninja in zero gravity. There's pizza. Help yourself. You should try the mustard ones. Star will like you for it. Also it might be an effective way to terrify evil-doers. Yes, I /do/ want to go to space." Colette's last comment doesn't seem to be aimed at Dan, though it doesn't really seem to be aimed at anyone. She's probably talking to the voices in her head again.

"It's good to know someone to call when it /does/ mean monsters though, Lyssa." Colette nods thoughtfully. "I met a couple of the Titans out and about while just doing the small stuff. When I ran into a bunch of aliens with hostages and knew it was more than I could handle, I had a number to call." Her face lights up with a grin. "Now you do too, huh?"

Starfire has posed:
"How wonderful, friend Colette!" says Starfire, somehow already holding at least two slices of pizza, both with a heaping helping of the mustard that she was just gifted on them. Said jar of mustard was on the table already, for anyone else who may want to partake of the glorious texture and sharp taste of the wonderful Earth food.

"Oh?"

Star had been distracted with the opening of the pizza boxes, and was chowing down most voraciously on anything mustard covered. "And you are all such wonderful friends, thank you for saying those wonderful things!" she enthuses.

A handful of moments, and she consides Lyssa. "That is a good gift - I imagine you can use it to do all sorts of interesting things, but... uhm. I hope you will forgive me, but I have something that I need to handle, and..." YAAAAAWN. "The sun being down is most unpleasant. I do not know how you all function for so long at night."

A handful of moments more, and Star loops her arms around both Colette and Cassie, giving them sidearmed, squeezing hugs. "Goodnight, friends! And..." Star starts to take off, just until she can spot Robin and Wolf too - waving her free hand towards them. "Goodnight to you both as well. I will see some of you in the morning. And the others I will see later in the day! Nice to meet you, Breath!" she says, and...

Off, off and away. But she did leave the mustard behind.

But she will be back for it, believe me.

Wonder Girl has posed:
"Haha, cool," is Cassie's reaction as Breath takes up the storybook image. "Just blow anyone who messes with you away, literally."

She takes a moment scarfing the pizza slice she's pulled from the one box, and so her mouth is sort of full of gooey cheese when Robin returns. She starts to call over, but it comes out a garbled mess, so she just kinda shakes the box at him to see if she can lure the boy wonder over. No? C'monnnnn, piiiiiza. She makes it all look very alluring. Well, save for the chipmunk cheeks.

A moment of proper chewing and swallowing later, she looks back at Breath and nods. "Oh well, it's cool. We've got aliens and shapeshifters and a gay cat-guy wizard, sooooo... you know, I think you'll be OK. I got trained on a magical island with no dudes."

After getting a good parting squeeze from her mustard-loving space bestie, she joins Colette in looking over the T-Jet a bit, she grins when she brings up the abundance of folks that they ran into there. "Oh, I figured out who he is. Or, well, I met Kate at some food thing and he was there too. Turns out he's, like, some totally rich corporate guy. Whodda thunk it, right? I was so sure he was an actor or something. But he did have some pretty good skills, right?" Then she makes a face. "But Kickmaster sounds like some excercise machine."

Amarok has posed:
Damian's return draws the eye of the Wolf back upon him, and, in the same dark modulated monotone from when he was threatening him, the Wolf speaks, "Yes. We do..." He says cryptically, a slow predatory turning of his head from Damian to Starfire as he does so. When Breath finishes her backstory, he glances over, giving a silent nod, as if trying to offer comfort but not knowing how to. When Colette nudges him to draw his attention to her ramblings, he sighs in resignation and glances over to her, silently taking her stream of consciousness as if stoicly being punished, then turning away when she finishes directing her thoughts at him specificly. Starfire leaving gets a small three finger half wave and a nod, before resuming aloofness. Cassie's remark on her upbringing draws his head over to her, "No men? But then how do....I mean...Hows does the....Like...How to phrase this without sounding like the Urban Pig?...." He starts scratching at the chin of his helmet, clearly thinking deeply about this.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "No, it cannot go into space. Yet." Robin quips, enunciating from underneath the jet. "But we needed transport for those of us that cannot fly and Goliath can only carry so many people at once." The Batman-to-be seems to sigh, his feet dangling from the skateboard. "/That/ woman is going to put the whole earth in a paradox that will shatter space-time itself, I swear."

  Robin continues to tinker below the jet, putting things back where they are supposed to go. "Good night, Starfire." He adds in, his tone only slightly annoyed, mostly residual now. "Good /god/ did you drink a tall energy drink, Stardust?"

Breath has posed:
Breath blinks and tucks one foot on tiptoe behind her other foot, fidgeting a bit. "You mean she's not usually like that? And, ah, is anybody here a better inventor than I am? My wings are horrible still..." She looks over at the Wolf and smiles shyly, then pushes off to slowly wander that way. "You've been awfully quiet. Is everything okay there?"

Stardust has posed:
Colette returns Starfire's side-hug with one of her own. "Sleep good Star! Sweet dreams of space-mustard."

"If there's anything comic books have taught me," Colette tells Cassie. "It's that like fifty-fifty any rich corporate guy you happen to meet is secretly a super-hero. Mark Zuckerberg is Superman, I'm telling you. The Urban Goof brings up a good point though, Cassie. What's the best thing about an island with no guys? Toilet seats always left down? Or are they like... no hinges there?"

"Robin is the tech genius you're looking for, Breath," Colette tells her, jerking her thumb towards the possibly paradoxical proto-bat. "No energy drinks yet, Robin," she answers him. "Why, you got one? I could do with a bit of a perk up."

  Hide the tall energy drinks. "Yet, huh? How long until we can take a trip to orbit then?"

Wonder Girl has posed:
Dan's question gets the standard 'Amazon has to explain no-man's land to a dude' look. Or maybe it's just Cassie's standard look. But it involves a little eye rolling and probably a lot of mental 'seriously dude, you hear magical island and the first place your head goes is *there*?'

With a sigh, she gives a very practiced answer: "The goddesses of Olympus took the spirits of women lost to war and abuse through ancient history, and gave them life anew and eternal upon the island as the Amazons." Then after a pause, she adds: "The answer to the part *you're* curious about is... they don't. For the most part, everyone there has always been there, or was allowed to join later from the outside world." The last warrants a gesture back at herself. New model.

Then she adds, "Or, sometimes, magic." Magic exlpains pretty much everything! "Plus there are some other Amazons that live outside the island, alongside men in er, more typical fashion. Some of them have returned, later on."

"He definitely could be," she agrees with Colette's theory on the one percent. "As Themyscira goes, well. I dunno. It's just a nice place. The island itself is a paradise and the people are just really kind and loving. When they're not having their constant fighting tournaments and beating the crap out of each other, anyway."

Amarok has posed:
The horrible crackling of the Wolf's helmet's speaker assaults everyone else's ears as he lets out an "Ahhhh, I see." He himself likely doesn't hear it at all, so he keeps going as though nothing is wrong, "So repopulation isn't an issue then. Makes sense....I think." He shrugs, "As much sense as magic ever makes, I guess." Breath's approach and question draw his hostility back, "....I dont like meeting people..." He says in a monotone that could be considered threatening if it weren't the same tone he always uses.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "It would be a while before we could. This is based off of the same jet Batman provided to the Justice League it seems." All the talk of Amazons just gets Damian to make faces.

  Robin comes out from under the jet. "There. It's ready to fly again." He says, flipping his hood back over his head. "Breath, huh?" He approaches the newcomer, putting his finger to his mask, looking over the wings. "Your powers are wind based I take it?" He gets in close, obviously not one for others personal space.

Breath has posed:
Breath hmmms, "Yeah, I blow really hard, and yeah I know there's no good way to say that that doesn't make some teenage boy start giggling. I had to cheap out on a lot on the wings because I work for basically minimum wage, so I am flying into fights with alien stormtroopers on basically a couple of dollar store pool floats, so that's a little bit scary, you know? But I don't know what to do about it. Open to suggestions, totally." She unfastens the pack and offers it for inspection; that description is... kind of accurate, sadly. Two hand stitched inflatable wings on a valve with an inflate and deflate tube.

Wolf gets an eyebrow raise at his question, but Cassie answers it, since she's the one who actually has answers there. She does stop a bit further away from him than conversational distance, since he seems uncomfortable, and also because Damien is here now.. The closeness is.. odd, but she assumes there is a reason for it. She crosses her arms behind her back and fidgets with one foot on its tiptoe, glancing over at Wolf. "Well, okay.. Just, you know, you seemed like you might be interesting? Did something bad happen? I mean, you don't have to say if you don't want to."

Stardust has posed:
"Don't you believe him," Colette tells Breath while nodding her head towards The Urban Wolf. "He's being modest. When he lets his mask down and cuts loose, he's a hardcore party ninja. Get a few colas into him and let the sugar do its stuff, you can't stop him." She flashes a quick wink in Dan's direction before turning to inspect Breath's wings.

"Yeah, she can huff and puff and blow your parademons down," Colette confirms as she inspects the jury-rigged construction curiously. "You flew in that thing?" she asks. "You're braver than I thought." Apparently she's not done quoting old movies for today. She gives the wings an experimental poke. "Maybe something less prone to popping would be good," she suggests. "And possibly a parachute."

"Thing I wonder about Themyscira," Colette says to Cassie with a grin, "Is what it would be like if there was a male equivalent. I'm guessing not paradise. I'm guessing the entire island would smell of dirty socks."

Wonder Girl has posed:
"I don't know that it's a total non-issue. They're warriors, and they can still die that way," Cassie points out to Dan. "But still, that's the deal." Shrug! God stuff is weird.

Joining Colette in looking over Breath's contraption (which may mean she's somewhat surrounded), she does look from it to the pack's owner with a certain... awe? Colette's princess-quote is probably on point. "Wow, yeah that's like... some next level MacGyver stuff. Kind of a miracle it works at all, let alone in pew-pew battle mode. Pretty badass." Still, she looks over toward Robin. "It'd be awesome if she could get a proper high-tech hero version." HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE Mr. Cool Toys Jr.

She makes a face at the idea of dirty socks island. "I don't know of one but, I dunno. Probably for the best, right?" Grin. "They do have some traditional bad-dudes, but it's usually just, like, one really annoying guy. Or god."

Amarok has posed:
The 'hardcore party ninja' shakes his head disaprovingly at Colette, "...With how much you try to sell me to people, I really should start paying you. That way I can fire you from being my public relations person." Oh my various gods of various religions coexisting in one universe! An actual unmistakable attempt at a joke! Run for your lives! "And I spent a few weeks in the male equivalent....I dont recommend it." He then looks to Breath, "There's nothing interesting about me." And with that drops the conversation entirely, turning away as if desperately trying to put the exclamation mark on his naysaying. And his turning leads him back to Cassie, "I'm just gonna leave it at 'non issue' so I dont have to think about it any more than that. Sound fair?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin moves in front of Breath, his brow furrowed. "Does it look like I am giggling?" The small teen quips in an unforgiving tone, looking at the wings now. "And you provide lift how? Blowing through some tube? Or are you using the varying pressures, riding thermals?" Seems now that the Robin has found another puzzle to solve. Ever the detective it seems. "That just sounds lovely and sexist, it's like I am in the nineteen fifties. And you know, -not- in twenty twenty-five."

  "I /could/ design something maybe." He would have to mull it over for a little bit.

Breath has posed:
Breathnods to the Wolf and gives him a thumbs up that he totally isn't seeing because he is going for the mini version of the grand exit. "Plain ordinary. Got it!"

She shrugs a little and smiles at everyone looking in horror at her attempt at wings. "Yeah, well, there's usually a few boys around, and one of them always starts. I just blow down backward like a jet engine. The extra pressure helps with the lift." She purses her lips and blows down across her sternum, 'lightly' by relative terms, by way of demonstration. It still sounds like an air compressor hiss and sends clouds of dust and any dropped paper napkind and plates in the area billowing outward from the crowd in every direction.

"I've fallen before.. I manage to stop myself from going 'splat', but it's pretty unpleasant stuff, and I still got banged up a bunch. This one is one of the first tries that actually works halfway okay. I tried making it better, but I just don't know how to, I'm not an inventor or anything. The last thing I tried was basically a stunt kite.. stopping and going was a pain. I haven't been trying to fight flying it, I just kind of use it to get to where there's a fight. Or errands usually. Tracking people down and stuff."

Stardust has posed:
Dan gets a broad grin from Colette. "PR huh? We should totally get you corporate sponsorship. Golden arches on your chest, maybe."

Robin's musings on sexism provoke a momentary frown from Colette. "You should try having an artificial personality imprint of a guy from the nineteen fifties stuck in your head," Colette mutters darkly. "It's a laugh a minute. Amazes me Wonder Woman didn't just turn right around and go home."

Still circling Breath and examining the flying machine, she frowns a little at the demonstration. "So if you're using your breath for lift, what happens if you need to use it for something else? You need to whirlwind some bad guy and fall out of the sky?" She gives a nod in agreement in Cassie's direction. "High-tech hero version... with rockets, maybe? Enough to keep you hovering for a few moments so you can get off a clean shot, at least?"

Wonder Girl has posed:
"Erm, sure," Cassie answers Dan, looking a little unsure of the whole thing, his interest or non-interest in Amazonian procreation. Not you can totally blame a guy or anything...

She steps back a little from the bunch surrounding Breath or Breath's flying dohicky at least, letting the experts take their own measure of things. "I figure if she had some kinda proper wings she'd stay up a little while even if she wasn't pushing forward, right? 'Cause of like, momentum and aerodynamics stuff." Which she knows precisely enough about to realize they're a thing (airplanes work despite some weighing upwards of hundred tons!) and... basically nothing more than that. "Or yeah, rockets!" Because rockets are just cool, so she's on board just on principle.

She also can't help from adding her own bit to Robin and Colette's back and forth on dudes from the 1950s: "Yeah, you should meet Heracles. Dude redifines bro-y nonsense. Or I guess he probably defined it in the first place."

Amarok has posed:
Colette gets a presumed glare, the lack of facial features showing through his helmet making it impossible to know for sure, "....This is why I need to fire you." He sighs and resumes shaking his head disapprovingly before resuming not being helpful. Because edgegrimdark or something.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Funny, I wasn't talking about men acting like that." Robin grows less and less amused by the second.

  "I will see what I can come up with. Our paragliding technology won't work with active thrust...yet. So there would need to be some sort of rigid wing to keep you airborne." The young teen keeps thinking to himself, heading towards the pizza, and taking a mustard slice. "Hmm, tangy." Robin returns the wings to their owner, he will have to mull things over a bit. He doesn't say goodbye as he shoots his grapple to the correct floor, he just ascends, the slice still in his hand.

Breath has posed:
Breath shrugs some, "Mostly I just glide for a few seconds. It doesn't glide very well, I made the wings thick so it would go slower and glide a bit without having to go too fast, but the drag makes them lose speed pretty fast and then I have to get back up to speed again. I could pump up air tanks or whatever really easy, but.. not with the tools I have in the closet. So I just land as soon as anything happens. Then, I made them inflatable so I could carry them easier, and because I can air things up really easy. There's probably a lot cooler things to make them out of than cheap plastic, though. They are always springing leaks. I just air it back up, but *still*.. I mean, it's *kind of* rigid that way."

Breath has posed:
Breath waves at Robin as he suddenly leaves. "Nice to meet you!"

Stardust has posed:
Colette looks at Cassie for a while, then bursts out laughing. "Sometimes it's hard to take the world seriously any more. 'You should meet Heracles'. People didn't used to say things like that to me a few months ago. Or at least if they did, they probably weren't referring to the originals. Is he from nineteen-fifty BC? That must be even worse. Though at least he wasn't... isn't Australian. Which probably helps."

Colette steps away from the wings, giving Robin space to examine them properly though he has probably already seen all he needs to. She stands next to Dan, arms folded, side-eyeing him. "You wouldn't wanna fire me. Your next PR could be a whole lot worse. Just think, you could become The Hello Urban Kitty. Pink ninja. Fate worse than death."

Colette watches Robin's exit a mixture of bemusement and admiration. "He may be grumpy, but he has style," she comments. "There's hope for him yet. And..." she flashes a grin to the others. "There's more pizza for the rest of us."

Colette's been mixing with Titans long enough to have learned one essential lesson of superheroing always bring LOTS of pizza.