993/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	16 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	87, Beast Boy

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Vorpal (87) has posed:
Friday, a blessed day. It's the end of the work week... but for Tommy it doesn't make much of a difference, at least until he starts his duties proper. Steaming in his apartment doesn't sound too appetizing, and he *did* know where Gar's hotel was, after all. He had a perfect excuse to come over and discuss business and nab a few hours under the blissful air conditioner. Devious cat that he was.

The Rabbit Hole really is the shortest distance between two points, and Tommy uses it to appear in the hallway belonging to Gar's hotel room. It only now dawns on him that Gar might not be in... but it's too late to check, anyways. In full feline appearance, in a T-shirt and cargo shorts, he knocks on the green teen's door and waits.

Beast Boy has posed:
It takes a few moments be Garfield answers the door, in a tshit and jeans. They are not green. They are blue demin and a black tshirt on which is Twilight Sparkle rearing up with front hooves on boldly printed words: 'We must science this at once!' Seeing Tommy Cat, Garfiel beams and pulls the door open to motion the orange tabby in.

"Hey, Tom! What's going on, man? Come in. I was just about to order some pizza. Ya want some?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Man, Gar, do you /breathe/ pizza?" The cat chuckles and walks in, reaching out to poke Gar's stomach, "Where does it all go, by the way?"

He exhales and closes his eyes for a second, relishing in the cold. "Oh, man. This feels so good!" He lets himself collapse on the bed- boioioioing- and sighs. "It's like ice cold silk. Aaaah...." he waits for a few seconds, and opens his eyes. "Oh, right, by the way. How ya doin'?"

Beast Boy has posed:
Poked int eh belly, Garfiel makes a sound not unlike the Pilbury Dough Boy.

"Shifting shapes takes up calories," he comments, grinning and shutting the door. His laptop is open to the Pizzeria's website. Moving in, the green wonder snickers at Tommy's enjoyment of the cool air. He moves over to turn the thermostat down a bit so it'll get colder.

"I'm alright. Chillin'" Get it!? Garfield snickers.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"I am not pummeling you for that because this feels too good." Tommy purrs, and then he crawls across the bed to peer at the laptop. "What do you get on your pizza? I'm an Extravaganzza fiend."

He ponders sitting up, but decides he doesn't have enough energy yet. Heat exhaustion. "Oh, and here's the pamphlet and info from the apartment complex. I picked it up for you on my way out." He takes out an envelope out of his shorts pocket and hands it over to Gar. It's sealed, but it just contains the general information, as well as costs and estimated expenses in utilities for the penthouse.

Beast Boy has posed:
"aw! You purr so cute!" Garfield says, tossing himself into the chair between bed and desk.

"Depends on my mood. Somedays I'm a pepperonis onlys. Other times I must haz all the meats. Mostly, I'm a tofu guy. I love tofu. But I've literally been staring for fifteen minutes and wabout to just put everything on it." Garfield holds out his laptop and takes the brochure. This is a fair trade.

"here. You order."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Oh, hush. I can't control it. It's a cat thing," the cat chuckles and looks at the menu. Hm. He starts adding ingredients. Not pineapple, though... pineapple only goes on pizza when its sole accompanying ingredient is ham.

"We need to get you scheduled for a photoshoot so we can update your media on your socials and get some promos out. Two sets, I think- one in civilian wear to show you're approachable. One in your red and white outfit because you look incredible in it," he says distractedly. There. He pushes the order button. Gar's going to get a cornucopia of ingredients on that pizza... but he was hungry. Hunger makes you do crazy things.

He sets the laptop aside and stretches out on the bed. "Ahhh, this whole bed is a cold spot. So delicious. I think I'm going to start sleeping on the apartment rooftop until my AC gets fixed!"

Beast Boy has posed:
Garfield snickers at being told to hush. As Tommy orders the pizza, Gar looks over the brochure, nodding at it. Is a nice place, Senior!

"Sure. Click on the Google Calendar tab. That's got my scheduel on it," he says, nodding abto the red and white. Yes, yes he does look heroic in it.

"Or you can sleep on the bed and I'll take the sofa. Or your head. Kittens like sleeing on heads."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"This is your hotel room, Garfield Logan. I'm just taking advantage of business to get my cool air fix. Besides, what will the paparazi say if they catch me staying overnight?" He goes to the calendar and hms. He separates a date that looks relaxed. It should give him enough time to confirm with the photographer. "You're a sweet guy you but gotta stop being so trusting, people will start taking advantage of you." He says, sounding somewhat guarded. It's almost as if Garfield's total openness makes him feel self-conscious.

Beast Boy has posed:
"Hmm... that I needed a dog-sitter?" Garfield offers, shrugging his shoulders on a huge grin.

"It's fine, Tommy. I can turn into a Trex and rraaaarrr." He brings his hands up like little trex arms, fliailing them a bit

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The cheshire cat shakes his head and smirks. "Okay, mister dinosaur- I think you should start doing some patrols here and there during the day. Let the city get used to you and seeing you around. Being visible in the day is a great way to spread the buzz and get the social platforms to do part of the heaving lifting." He yawns.

"Any team-mates of yours around from your previous associations? Anyone we can tap for some shared spotlighting for charity, for example? You'll need to go to other heroes' charity events so they come to yours and bring their fans, too. Reciprocity. And increased revenue for your charity... so... any names?"

Beast Boy has posed:
"Sure. I can do that. You'll join me for some sweet pics?" Garfield asks, propping his bare feet up on the bed.

"I'll email you a list, make sure they'll be okay with it. Some of them can get prickly in the spotlight, ya feel me?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Well, d'uh, of course I'm gonna join you. Who do you think will be snapping your pics for the social?" The cat smirks and closes his eyes, just for a second.

And it turns into several seconds, until he starts himself awake with a snore. "'mawake, jus' resting my eyes." He says, propping himself up to sit up a little so as not to doze off again. "Right. Prickly. Hey, maybe we can get some of the big leaguers to do some charity stuff. Wonder Woman's always doing something humanitarian, and..." he pauses "... I don't think Batman is one for photo ops. But maybe the Flash. You can turn into a cheetah and race him for charity or something... dunno, head's a little fuzzy." He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed, to bring himself back into the world of the wakers.

"Oh, yeah... are you thinking of enrolling somewhere for classes? I mean, I figured you probably did the tutor schooling through high school, but are you thinking of going for an undergrad somewhere?"

Beast Boy has posed:
Garfield watches Tommy start to doze off, not the slightest bit bothered by it. He's grinning lightly when the feline forces himself awake.

"Hmm.. I'll have to see if I can get a hold of any of them. But even as a cheetah, I still think Flash can out run me," Gar chuckles, pushing up to go to the mini fridge to bring Tommy a bottle of water. He cracks one for himself, settling back again.

"No. I really wasn't thinking about it. I should though. Maybe take some acting classes... or animal handler classes? I dunno," he says ona drink.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy accepts the bottle and sips it, "You know they charge you like forty bucks for these things, right?" he says, exaggerating. "Thanks."

"I guess I started out as a media-journalism major, but right now I'm in... sort of in-between, really. I still like the field, but I don't know how to navigate the whole conflict of interest thing by being a cape *and* reporting on capes, you know? Especially if I keep the secret identity. Although..."

He ponders and looks at Gar, "You don't have a secret identity. Doesn't that make it dangerous for your closed ones?"

Beast Boy has posed:
"Dude. I bought these at Walgreens, thank you very much," Garfield says with faux defensiveness. It lasts a second before he's chuckling again.

"Well... it helps that my bio family are all dead," he says on a smile and a shrug. "My adopted family's the bee's knees... which is such as awkward phrase. Bee's knees. I've been a bee. I can't find my knees. So, I don't think bees have knees."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"And I don't wear pajamas, I sleep in the nude, so there goes -that- phrase, too. People don't have a clue what they're talking about." Tommy grins and stands up, stretching. Walking around will keep him awake. He goes over to the window to take a look at the area.

"My dad owns a small media empire and my mom is a linguist. I don't think they'd be very good at defending themselves, y'know?"

He reaches out and touches the glass. He likes how cool it feels to the touch. Anything that defies the swampy hell that is summer around here.