Owner	Pose
Oliver Queen	It's a late night, and the Queen mansion is quiet. Oliver said he'd be at work late. Real late. And it's already really, really late. But at least the weather's decent--it's only drizzling rather than pouring--and there's plenty of food in the fridge and nearly as much selection of streaming video options. There's a pounding knock at the door, and then another, a bit softer. Then, a third that seems weak and quiet. "Help..." calls a voice. On the porch, bleeding from a number of arrow wounds in his shoulders, arms, side, and thigh, Starling City's hero Green Arrow lies on his back. Slowly, with a shaking hand, he pulls back his mask and hood, revealing his face. It's Oliver Queen. "Help..." he says again, hardly louder than a whisper. "Help...or I'll die."
Arsenal	"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" Roy Harper is down on his knees in the middle of the living room. There are snacks all around him as he looks up from the floor to the television screen that's shoowing an episode of Pretty Little Liars. Or, at least, it was. It seems to have gone off and left Roy in the lurch with yet another cliffhanger. "I hate this show. So much." Roy sighs and immediately starts looking around for the remote when he catches hearingness of something or other. Maybe. He's not really sure. "Hey, New Kid On The Block! See who's at the door!" He tosses the remote from one hand to the other and starts flipping through the channels. "If it's a woman in fishnets, it's for your Dad. If it's any other woman... it's for me."
Connor Hawke	Connor, on the other hand, was sitting in a chair in the corner, meditating. He's not much of one for TV, or for snacks. Honestly this kid's pretty spartan. No meat, up at the crack of dawn every day to exercise. He reads a lot! His taste in music is kind of 2017. But despite being a little bit square... he's not bad company. He just kind of... hangs around. Does chores. Is friendly. And he's a triple-plus-good listener. When Roy tells him to answer the door, he says, "At this hour? It's really late..." But he gets up, and pads to the door in his sweats and his "Samoa Joe: Submission Specialist" (hey, cloistered, not Mars) T-shirt, opens it and stares down in shock. "OLLIE!"
Oliver Queen	Bleeding out on the porch, Ollie tries to reach for his son, his reach blocked by several of the arrow shafts still sticking out of his body. They're pitch-black, shaft and fletching alike. Except for the red blood stained on them, of course. "Connor...Roy...Connor..." he whispers. "Get...Roy..." Off in the distance, several dark shapes seem to move about in the shadows. Are they threats? Or just movements caused by the light wind? Meanwhile, the Green Arrow finally makes contact with Connor's ankle, but his grip is so weak as to basically be nonexistent.
Arsenal	"That's why it's called a Booty Call, man!" Roy's attention is drawn to the television as he flips past one of the channels and Emily Blunt's fine self is on the screen, promoting whatever new flick she's in. "Zoddammit. I need to be in England." Roy bites the knuckles on his fist and tosses the remote to the side as he leans back against the sofa and grabs at whatever the nearest bag of snackage is. As of this moment, Roy is oblivious to whatever's going on in the front of the mansion. He's too busy ogling Emily Blunt and crunching on some Hot Cheetos. He's in the comfort of the Queen Mansion. He doesn't need his senses to be on high alert.
Connor Hawke	Connor is down on his knees, grabbing hold of Ollie, but not moving him. "ROY!" He says, "CALL 911!" He stares at the arrows, and his eyes widen, before he says "Ollie, Ollie what the HELL?" He's... not really sure what to do think! So instead he's just yelling for Roy again.
Oliver Queen	Out in the yard, there's a motorcycle upside-down in the bushes. It's leaking oil and gas into the yard. Ollie, meanwhile, seems to flutter in and out of consciousness, unable to move much. He opens his mouth to speak, but he spits out a bit of blood instead. Falling out of his hand is a crumpled, soaking wet, piece of paper. It looks like it might be an address, but it's barely legible. Also, there's more blood on it, too!
Arsenal	"Oy, what now..." Roy just grabs the remote and turns to the Security Camera Channel and that's when he's no longer in the living room. It only takes one swift movement of flipping up and onto the sofa, over the back of it and he's off down the hall towards the door. Barefeet and everything. His elbow smacks into the only thing that moves on the foyer table and part of the wall opens up and Roy snaches a couple of red objects out of them before he gets to the door. "Get him inside! Now!" is all he has to say as he goes for the epic and slow motion leap over Connor's head, diving out into the yard and popping up with his bow and nocked arrow in hand. Eyes are narrowed as his senses kick into overdrive and the quiver finally settles from all the jostling around on his back.
Connor Hawke	Connor shoulders Ollie, easily, and moves to bring him inside, before he carefully puts him on the couch, not disturbing those arrows. "Roy, what the hell--" He looks up and then back down, and while he's putting two and two together, it's kind of panic mode right now, so he can't really ask Ollie questions about being the Green Arrow. "Roy, he needs a DOCTOR!" Connor is standing there, and then he's going for the phone, about to dial 911.
Oliver Queen	Groaning as he's lifted and carried, Ollie manages to motion to a bookcase nearby. "Down...stairs," he mutters between bloody coughs. The couch is almost instantly ruined, and the floor's not looking much better. Outside, the shadows continue to move. Then, as the wind dies for a few moments, the shadows are still as well. Until a black arrow whistles through the night air toward the porch. Then another.
Arsenal	"No doctors!" Roy yells back into the house before he catches sight of the arrow hitting the porch. One eye keeps on it to make sure it's not a trick one and he proceeds to launch a specialized arrow of his own out into the night. In the general direction of where the arrow came from. Reverse Trajectory Antics! The arrow explodes in mid-air and launches into a swarm of mini-arrows that arc with electricity between them. He has no idea if they are going to hit. It doesn't matter. Either way it goes, though, it should buy him enough time to duck back into the house. Roy makes short work of slamming the door behind him and hitting a panel on the inside of the coat closet near the door. "Lock it down." Whether he's talking to himself or someone on a comm in the room or in his ear, it doesn't matter. But the mansion needs to be protected if they're going downstairs. And he's off to towards Ollie and Connor, though he doesn't let go of his bow. Just in case.
Connor Hawke	"No doctors?" Connor says, before he repeats again, "Ollie, what the HELL." But he's doing what Ollie asks, lifting him off the couch again and carrying him toward the bookcase. "You show up looking like a pincushion and--my father is Green Arrow? You know if you weren't about to die, Ollie, I'd think that was hella cool..." He looks at the bookcase, and, well, the boy's got keen eyes--whatever it is, pulling a book, turning a statue, a button hidden in a bust of Shakespeare, he does it.
Oliver Queen	As Connor tugs on a copy of 'Robin Hood', the bookcase slides to the left, revealing a secret staircase headed down into a basement that looks nothing like a residential basement--and everything like the secret hideout of a costumed super-hero! Outside, the electrical 'net' fries ... something ... that drops to the ground and doesn't move. At Roy's command, the house's security system kicks in, and the reinforced doors and windows lock and seal. At the bottom of the basement, amid a number of computer stations, workshop tables, and costume displays, is a one-person sickbay area, complete with medical cabinet. Ollie follows along, dragged like a limp sack of meat that trails several rivers of blood.
Arsenal	"You realize Ramona's going to be pissed at all this blood everywhere, right? She does not like to clean up blood." This is one of the jokes from Roy as he works with Connor to get Ollie downstairs and over to the medbay. Or what passes for one in the Arrowcave? Quiver? They really need to decide on what they're calling it. In the safety of the Basement (that's also an option) Roy pulls the quiver off and tosses it aside with his bow. "This jerk's not dyin' until he writes me back into his will." That's supposed to be some reassuring statement for Connor as he goes to the cabinet to get stuff ready. He grabs something off a table and sticks it in his ear. "I need Thompkins. Ollie's hurt. Bad. I'll do what I can but I'm not Doogie Howser." He's got to be talking to someone not in this room now. Roy turns back to Connor and tosses gauze in his directions. "Arrows. Out. Pressure." He's pretty sure that makes sense. Right?
Connor Hawke	"Um." Connor is covered in blood. "Okay." He says. "I can do this." He looks around, and then he finds something for Ollie to bite down on, which he sticks into his mouth, before he shakes his head, and says, "When you're not about to bleed out," He says, to Ollie, "You've got a lot of explaining to do." But then he's studying the arrows, checking to see which ones he can safely remove.
Oliver Queen	As the first of the arrows is removed, Ollie lets out a muffled scream and then spits out the biting implement. "Connor," he wheezes, eyes bulging for a moment from the pain, "you...need to help...Roy..." Ollie's head lolls about lazily and he blinks several times. "Be...the...arrow..." he spits out, grunting, and fades out of consciousness again briefly. The wounds appear to be disabling, and targeted so as to cause considerably blood less, but none is particularly lethal. Whoever the archer(s) that caused this, they knew how to make it a spectacle.
Arsenal	"Hey! Hey, this is not the time to be passing on the legacy to JustGotHere.net!" Roy manages to be jealous even in the midst of getting anti-toxins ready for injection and everything else. He's on the move back to the table and is injecting it into Oliver to counter act anything that those arrows may have been dipped in. He knows those arrows but that's something to worry about for later. "You know you can't tell anybody, right? I don't need to go down the list of Do's and Don't's right now, do I?" This question is to Connor while Roy works on dealing with some of the arrow issues himself. He's better at this than even he realizes. Maybe it's because he actually cares about what he's doing when he's not thinking about what he's doing.
Connor Hawke	Connor steps back, and lets Roy work. "Of course I'm not going to tell!" He's still somewhat perplexed by the whole thing. "So Ollie is Green Arrow, which means you were Speedy. Okay. I get that." But he gestures to a bloody, black-fletched arrow. "But who did this?"
Oliver Queen	Whatever further information Oliver could impart, he's blacked out for the time being. Upon closer inspection, the black arrows appear to have been fletched in a particularly nuanced way. And, not too far away in the same room, a quiver full of green-fletched arrows appear to have been assembled in precisely the same way. On a screen on the wall, there's a sudden movement in the video feed from the front porch. It's the doctor, who presses a keycard to the doorbell. The front entrance unlocks momentarily, re-sealing once the doctor's inside. Footsteps can be heard coming closer, until Dr. Thompkins is present, a giant EMT bag thrown over the shoulder. "I'll take over from here. But don't step too far away."