Owner	Pose
Conner	Conner has returned from doing some patrols around Metropolis and figures he'll spend the rest of the afternoon hanging around the Tower and probably playing video games. He's been getting better at Fortnite, although his tempoer has broken multiple consoles. He's not even allowed to go near Tim's computers at this point. He looks at his phone as he sees a newsreel of him tossing a few armored car robbers into the harbor to cool off after their bullets bounce off him. "Cool," he says to himself. He wasn't always the best at people, being a clone without a real childhood at all, not seeing the green-skinned boy running to catch the elevator until he puts a hand in and joins him. Conner looks up, eyes behind sunglasses, "G," he says.
Beast Boy	Gar's apparently just /starting/ his day. Maybe he's on the night monitor shift. Or maybe he was just being lazy. Whatever the reason is, he's in a rush to the elevator, voice almost /cracking/ as he nearly squeals out, "Waaaaait! WAIT FOR ME!!!" as he darts towards the closing doors. Could he have shifted into a cheetah? Or even just a housecat to speed up? Sure. But sometimes, you forget about your totally cool powers when you see a friend in an elevator and those doors closing. He grins sheepishly as he practically plasters himself to the back wall of the elevator once he darts through, "Heyyyy Con... so uhh... I definitely didn't sleep in past my alarm or anything." He heaves out a sigh, a very big 'I totally did' sigh as she points to the elevator control panel, "Uhhh... gym? Gotta get some working out in before, you know... all the sitting at the computer chair waiting for the alarms to go off." Those bright green eyes widen and he perks his eyebrows, "What about you? ...Wait, were you just out looking cool?" He sounds suspicious, pointing at those sunglasses. ...Would Conner just fly around looking cool? Maybe. Gar's pretty sure he maybe would. But maybe that's because he would if he didn't have to look like a bird or a bat to fly around. Well, he could look like a dragon, but that's a little /too/ melodramatic.
Conner	Conner raises an eyebrow, "You have an alarm? For what? Gonna be late to work at the zoo?" he says, although it's clear that he's teasing. Well. Probably. He can be hard to read. Conner tends to be aloof and a little too cool for school. He isn't used to being called such by his teammates, however, and he almost flushes a bit beneath that smooth skin. He pushes the sunglasses up onto his forehead, pushing back his jet black hair and showing off his baby blues. "Took down a gang of armored car robbers. Nothin' to sweat. Just normies with guns," he sighs. "Not really much of a challenge. I guess I shouldn't ask for trouble. But it does get a bit boring being so much stronger and better than everyone we fight," he says.
Beast Boy	Gar huffs and rolls his eyes, "I do /not/ work at the zoo! I tried. Apparently 'I can be a Zebra, but Green!' is a dealbreaker. They only want, you know, photographically accurate specimens. Life is rough man, real rough." He snickers and shakes his head, "Nah, I'm covering the whole... monitor duty thing tonight? ...Wait, that's a thing right? Raven was /really/ specific about how I needed to do it. And that it was totally real and I'd been slacking off." Gar's pretty sure he played off that sense of humor properly. He snorts out and snickers softly, "Oh, yeah, bunch of armed robbers with guns, just like... /nothing/ at all. Not worth worrying about for our superest boy." He pauses for a moment, and his face falls, "I was going to challenge you to an obstacle course or something, but like... you /also/ fly and have super speed. So even just focusing on /not/ just bouncing bullets off you is..." He bites his lower lip tight... but he can't hold back the burst of laughter, "So it really /is/ tough being /so cool and amazing/... haaahahaha! Score one for underachieving slackers like me!"
Conner	Conner nods stoically, "Well, I'm glad you can see the struggles I go through," he says in a deadpan fashion. "Yeah, Monistor duty is a thing. I just don't get assigned it much because I get really bored and don't pay enough attention. But there are alerts and crap on the computer, an alarm would go off if it was anything serious. She's just uptight, which ain't exactly a news flash," he says. He presses the button for the monitor room, though, bypassing his original destination, "I'll keep ya company."
Beast Boy	Gar's eyes narrow. He's not /sure/ Conner is joking. But like... he has to be, right? He's playing along. He's _learning Earth humor_! So if a Terminator ever shows up pretending to be him, it will now be slightly less difficult to tell. "Wait, what if we like, doubleteam the monitor duty? We'll help each other keep focused! That's totally sensible, it's definitely a great plan." It is in fact an /awful/ plan. They'll just distract each other. But Gar refuses to admit that. Especially when that button's pressed. "Yeah! See? If you agree with me it's totally gotta be true." He pats his shorts pocket and heaves out a relieved sigh. "Oh good. Brought my phone. Didn't want anyone realizing I spend these entire times just like, shopping for clothes online. We can't all wear one cool leather jacket and the same t-shirt all the time."
Conner	Conner nods, "They're not all the same. I just have a lot of them," he says. "Some of them have chains. I got a longcoat once but I looked like I was doing a Matrix cosplay." The doors open to let them into the monitor room and Con walks over to one of the big chairs, flopping back and kicking up his booted feet. "Can we get pizza delivered here? I know there are frozen ones in the fridge but I want something good. Maybe something spicy. Maybe a meaty one with jalapenos?" he says.
Beast Boy	Gar downright /slinks/ out of the elevator, all slow, lazy, 'This is not a high priority' casual pace as he nods solemnly. "I think ordering delivery is like... tradition for working the monitor shift. I mean, if it's not we're going to make it one. Your choice of toppings, my treat!" ...It is in fact Dick's treat, since he's the one with his credit card info saved in the autofill options on the Titans PC. He can afford it though, so Gar has absolutely zero worries about using it.
Conner	Conner yawns a little and nods, "Good. Do we have, like, a team credit card or something? We'll get that and some breadsticks. Maybe one of those gooey brownie things," he says. Spoken like a guy who's never had to watch his diet or exercise in his life. Stupid Kryptonian genes. kThe various monitors show things mostly to be pretty quiet in the nearby area. The few things that have happened are already somewhat under control and don't seem to need any intervention on their part. Looks like a quiet night for the monitor boys.
Beast Boy	Gar nods solemnly, "Oh, for sure. We can't under-order, or if we need to order a second delivery, that's unfair to the restaurant. So we'll definitely have to get all of those. And some dips. Because we are responsible." He's very deadpan about it as he flops onto his chosen chair and reclines back, knees hooked over the arms in a shameless sprawl. The sprawl of intent, solemn duty. Fortunately, things probably /will/ go quiet enough whatever slacking the monitor boys get up to will be inconsequential to the city at large.