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Action/Locked to Mick

Cisco has spent days puzzling over his first date with Mick. He wants it to be perfect. Romantic, but not so over the top as to make Mick uncomfortable. It's a thin line to walk, but Cisco is determined to make it work.

He starts by making a list of things Mick likes. Fire, ninja movies, good food. It's an eclectic mix of things, but he thinks he can find a way to combine them all. The last part is the easiest part. He knows Mick loves his empanadas, and he steals a few of the West family recipes from Barry to round out a meal. As for the movies, that's easy. He's got his trusty portable digital projector, loaded up with some of Mick's all-time favorites. All that's left is fire and a venue.

Obviously the two have to be compatible. A venue that isn't going to catch fire, preferably. He ends up deciding on Egypt, partially due to the fact that it's the first place they really bonded, and partially due to sandstone not being flammable. He's got everything set up inside the main pyramid, the projector pointed at one of the few vertical walls inside the main chamber. All the braziers are lit, and with a little chemical additive, they're all blue to prevent the light from interfering with the projector.

Now all that's left is to bring his boyfriend.

It's Finally Movie Night!

This is it, guys. Finally, finally they're going to have the movie night they've been talking about for months. It's been a rough few weeks on most of them, and Cisco is determined to cheer everyone up. He'd stumbled across a 40s movie theatre- the kind that would have shown nickelodeons back in the day- and decided that it was the perfect venue for them. Plenty of room for everyone to spread out, and they could set up a snack table in front of the small stage beneath the screen.

Party time, here they come.

Time Storm - Final Event log!

It's time.
The science and speedster minds have determined that a wave of dark matter washing over the affected will save their lives. Below are main threads - backtagging is always encouraged.

Action/Locked to Harry and Mick

He can still hear Gideon's voice echoing in his head. I'm afraid that they will die.

The anguish that thought causes him is suffocating. They will die. No. No, he won't let that happen.

Unfortunately, a background in mechanical engineering isn't exactly helpful when it comes to radiation sickness. But he does happen to know a man with a pretty solid knowledge of literally everything biology. He's never been more grateful to have access to a Harrison Wells.

It's no surprise to find him invading Cisco's workshop, especially since he's actually fondly started to think of it as their workshop. Normally there would be a snarky comment in place of a greeting, but Cisco doesn't have it in him. Not now.

"Harry," he says, voice tight. "I need your help."

Action/Audio (Locked to Savitar)

 Cisco knows he shouldn't be worrying so much. Mick is a grown man who'd just lost his two closest friends. It's totally normal to disappear for a few days. And Cisco had done his best to respect that space. He's made sure there were leftover in the fridge just in case Mick came home (which he'd noticed haven't gone anywhere), but he hasn't tried to force himself into his grieving.

Until now. Because with Oliver sick from the storm slowly creeping over the city, all he can do is worry. If Mick tells him to go screw himself, so be it. But he has to know he's alright.

So he calls. And every ring of the phone twists his stomach up more.

Hiding Away - [action - locked to Savitar]

Sara was gone.
Snart was gone.
Hell, the flock of hatchlings were gone with the exception of little Haircut.

Training in Egypt wasn't helping. Watching the fire curl around his limbs and obey his commands wasn't helping. So Mick slipped from the apartment. Ghosted from one place to another. Drinking. Eating. Trying to fill the empty chasm in his chest left as the two people who had been his anchors, his touchstones, had been ripped away yet again.

Even stealing a supply of speedster booze hadn't helped.

He was tired. He was sick and exhausted. A fever making the world swim and an ache settling into his joints like they were made of ground glass. So as Mick slips into a feverish doze, he barely notices the way Haircut Jr flies off, tiny alarmed chirps filling the air.

He can find help.
Somewhere.

Training a dragon isn't about your will or his, it's about the bond between you [video]

Mick has no idea how this happened. No, seriously. He doesn't. )

Hello Los Angeles. You are now nose to nose with a very curious baby dragon sending a message from Mick's comm and happily flying around the apartment with it so you get a good view of Mick being treated like a draconic jungle gym and a handful of hatchlings making themselves comfy.

[Video] Not all the dragons seem huge.

GuysguysguysguysGUYS! [There is one very excited teenager struggling not to vibrate his phone out of his hands or something equally awkward.]

You know how there's dragons everywhere, and they're really totally cool, well most of them. But, well, one of them apparently followed me home from a place I didn't even think actually existed. I called him a puppy there, and I guess that's kinda his name or something. He's a very good pet, helped us defeat this one giant killer robot and everything. So, without further ado...

[A moment while he finds something to prop the camera against before he brings the dog-sized purple reptilian thing back into view.]

Here's the puppy. Isn't he adorable? He already knows a couple tricks and everything. But, um, no baths, ever. Well, maybe if the fate of the world depends on it. Anyway, I'm so keeping him. Maybe he and Barney can have play-dates, right?

[[OOC: Yeeeah, he found the "puppy" from the sci-fi splinter reality the spirit behind Bedlam cooked up in the Young Justice 80-Page Giant. Normally quite manageable, it grows to kaiju dimensions when wet. But hopefully that won't be demonstrated any time soon.]]

Video/Action - it starts with a spark

Egypt is hot. Blazing damn hot.
But it's not the heat that Mick currently hates. It's the goddamn sand.

Sand in his face, in his eyes, sand everywhere.
Friggin sand.

But it's the one place he can work on his new abilities with fire without worrying about unintentionally roasting his surroundings.

Fire flickers along his arms and hands. Sputters of flame followed by explosions of heat.

Clearly handling powers requires control which isn't something Mick Rory has ever really excelled at.

{ hit me with your best shot

*CRACK*


*WHAM*





Anyone within sight of the gym in Apartment 2 is now treated to the sight of Sara Lance frowning at a punching bag on the ground. The 'Fitness Center' had already been a disappointment salvaged only by their being a hanging bag in the back class area.

She's barefooted and bare-fisted, and frowning.

Very much frowning.

That hadn't even taken two minutes. She hadn't even worked up a sweat. She definitely had not gotten anywhere near what she needed to get to feel her purpose was achieved.
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[personal profile] vivifier2018-01-21 01:24 am

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[  Okay. So apparently he can't actually phase through the cast and get it off that way.  He'd intended on just doing that instead of asking any single person for help or even just going to hospital and waiting for hours for someone there to do it.  But he'd tried, and he couldn't actually get enough space between the cast, the brace and his actual skin to maneuver the room to actually get the thing off. 

So it was either man up and ask for help or what he actually ended up doing:  speeding to Star Labs, stealing a bunch of their speedster-proof alcohol and holing up in his apartment.  

Of course that meant that once he was actually drunk, he turned on some music annoyingly loudly (oh god, it's Taylor Swift, WHY is it Taylor Swift?) and opened up an audio-link. Oh, joy. ] 


Someone! Get this thing off of me! Before I find a saw! 

[video]

[Hello. Killer Frost is walking away from a very satisfied group of Amazons. She's already wearing one of their belts and one of their bodices on top of her jeans. Peace treaty amongst warrior women? Done. She grins as she turns away from them and into the video]

And people say I can't make friends or get along with others.

Network - video

((a few days after this where Mick discovers something about himself.))

Did any of you wake up here.. different?

[He hates this, he hates asking for help. But he needs it. He needs to figure out why he's randomly lighting on fire before someone gets hurt.]

You people with powers. Metahumans. How do you control them?

pick up these broken pieces

WHO: Caitlin, Sara, Mick, Savitar
WHAT: Continued from here. Savitar broke his hand, Mick, Sara, and Caitlin try to fix humpty dumpty.
WHERE: Outside of the Waverider

All the Queen's medics and all the Queen's men )

OTA

Rip wasn't sure how he got here or where here was. One moment he'd been in a cell at the Time Bureau and now he was here. He had attempted to look around but when he opened his eyes all he could see was Time. Thread upon thread of broken and shattered time and he could see it all. It was overwhelming to the former Time Master and he tried to shut his eyes to it only to find the threads burned on the back of his eye lids.

He shivered and opened his eyes again. The threads were still there as were their outcomes. Millions of broken branches with millions of choices and he had no idea which ones were the right threads to focus on. He had a raging headache and couldn't move. Was this his punishment...to see Time and try to figure out the best way to fix it? Rip didn't know....he just wanted a way to control it so he could move again and find help.  
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Who: Cisco and Mick
What: Pushy grateful nerd finding a place for them to crash
When: Following Mick's rescue of Cisco
Where: Their soon-to-be apartment

Mick is likely going to regret saving Cisco's life. He has a habit of taking in strays, and while Mick is technically part of a team, he still has a distinctly "other" air to him. And because they're trapped in this weird situation together, Cisco is determined to make the most of it.

Which is why he drags the man to about seventeen different apartment showings. None of them are the home he was yanked from, but apparently number eighteen is the lucky one. He falls in love the moment the door opens, and he's willing to bet that the fireplace will seal the deal for Mick as well. It's fortunate too, since there are only so many free apartments on the floor that he's calling the Lair of the Legends. He's totally planning on making a sign. 

"Yeah, this is it."