June Catch-All + Open To All prompts

[pyrogue]

WHO: Mick Rory & YOU
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: various, get your reformed, struggling fire-themed Flash Rogue here
WARNINGS: drinking, discussion of pyromania, shirtlessness



(OPEN) Any Porter City:
[ He knows he's lying to himself when he insists he's just exploring. That would make sense. He is, after all, in a completely new universe where the cars could hover, the Cold War had turned hot, and the only people with powers came from other worlds. It's natural to explore the cities they were assigned to - Heropa, De Chima, Maurtia Falls, Nonah, see what's up.

Or what's up in flames.

Because if he wasn't half-hoping to find a fire somewhere, he wouldn't be in full costume -- white onesie and gun and all. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be so disappointed by not finding any. Still, he tries to keep himself busy.

You might bump into him leaving a local Fire Station, or Shopping in the Candle Section of a department store, still in costume (it's for Yoga atmosphere! Promise!), or maybe you'll find him at a bar at day's end, his cowl and goggles pulled down, asking for lemonade and a shot of tequila. ]

(OPEN) Heropa, early June, The Yoga Prompt

[ Mick's assigned job was Hot Yoga Instructor for a workout show called BODY HEAT!, because of course it was, and for the first few days he was under rigorous training, since he'd never done yoga at all before.

But the gears of workout programmes work fast, and soon his bosses were intent on doing some Promotion, use their new imPort to get the word out for his upcoming appearances in the show. The solution, of course, was a public display for an hour a day for a week at a mall in heropa.

It isn't hot yoga precisely, they can't heat up the entire mall just for that, but they put candles around (Mick's finding them very distracting) and a stage and putting on a performance. His uniform is a pair of black yoga pants with red stripes up the side. There is no shirt. Mick is missing his turtlenecks very dearly right now.

Afterward, Mick gets up to the mic, gives a little spiel, and asks - ] Any questions from the audience?

[ You can always catch him afterward for a quick word, of course. ]

( For individual starters, will make one in the comments )

Comments

[catchacold]

[With the choice between being disturbed and amused, he falls somewhere in between. Definitely not able to tear his gaze away from Mick. Not Mick, but still Mick. Shirtless, doing yoga.

No, he hasn't decided what to think. He texts Piper almost just to have something to focus on, because otherwise he might have to burst out laughing. Not that he even looks that ridiculous, which just makes it all the weirder.

Any questions?]

Why so hot?

[pyrogue]

[ Mick does a double-take before he sees that it's Strangely-Good-Looking Leonard Snart.

God, Meshta, whoever was in charge -- what did he do to deserve this? The look gives Len is pure "what the hell are you doing here", but he tries to keep somewhat professional. And take the question literally on purpose. ]

The heat and the yoga help cleanse the body, increase flexibility, and become more in-tune with yourself.

[catchacold]

[What do you think he's doing here? Sharing with friends, of course.]

Good. I've always felt I should be more flexible.

[He graciously says nothing else and lets the very interested woman in the front row ask instead. Mostly he's surprised she doesn't just outright ask for Mick's number. He has time, he can talk to him after the Q&A session.]

[pyrogue]

Right. [ Mick gladly moves onto the next question, and after another short demonstration, he comes off stage to talk. Which is probably the decent, polite thing to do.

He's put a towel around his shoulders, to be a little less shirtless. Sort of. ]

You just happen to be in the neighbourhood?

[ Likelihood he thinks that's the case: maybe 20%, his life is weird. ]

[catchacold]

[Yes, Mick, that towel helps a lot. Luckily he's not the type to actually get distracted by any amount of nudity unless he wants to be, so he simply nods and lifts the bag he's holding.]

Buying clothes. They had a discount on skinny jeans.

[Sometimes there are sentences Leonard says to see the reaction. Actually, that'd be most of the time.]

[pyrogue]

[ Mick's face at the word skinny jeans is his best attempt at a poker face (it isn't very good), as he briefly imagines his Captain Cold's face at being told his alternate self wears skinny jeans.

Skinny jeans at forty-four, even. It almost made him wish more people from Cadmus Labs were here; they knew genetics, they could figure out how the hell Cold won the lottery. Maybe him and Lisa switched good-looking places in Len's universe. ]

Not parkas? It'd be the right time of year for it, bet they'd be cheap as hell.

[catchacold]

[Yes, that face is a hundred percent worth it, especially as he makes a note to play poker with him some time. Recipe for success.]

Haven't been to that store yet, but was about to hit it up. Are you done here?

[Is he asking him to go shopping?

At the risk of essentially being high school girls, yes, he is. Mean girls or not, Mick's clothes could use updating. Also...]

You could probably use some warmer clothes for around the house.

[pyrogue]

Naw, but I'm on break for a while.

[ The crowd's dispersing and an attendant is putting out the candles. Mick glances over and winces a little, before turning back to focus on Leonard. ]

...Did you turn the A/C on again?

[catchacold]

Of course.

[Is that even an actual question? Look, they can continue this argument when winter comes and he doesn't want to put on the heating. It's Florida, he doubts it ever gets cool.]

Do you want to come along, Mick? Put a shirt on, you're getting people hot.

[pyrogue]

You think so? I was really surprised by the turnout but -- [ Mick, you're taking something Len said seriously, stop. ] ...Anyway.

[ He considers the offer. Buying clothes means it's something legal, right? That's fine. And he does feel like this Len deserves a chance to, you know, get past the Baggage. Mick knows he has baggage. That's not this guy's fault.

He gestures back to the stage. ] Lemme go get my stuff and meet you in a coupla minutes.

[ He'll duck into a nearby washroom and change into the normal turtleneck and real pants and come back. ]

[catchacold]

Anyway.

[He's smiling, perhaps in spite of himself. Cute. Hey, if this Mick wanted to score with some middle-aged women, he was apparently all set.]

See you then.

[Buying clothes is perfectly legal. Buying clothes using stolen money? Less so. But Len has sticky fingers and he's already taken care of the business side of things, so it's not as if he's directly involving Mick in anything less than legal. He waits for him, leaning against a wall with one hand around his upper arm and the other still holding his shopping. He gets some looks, given he's unable to ever not look as if he's posing. He doesn't really pay attention to that, just looks up when Mick comes back out.]

You don't have a lot of burns. [Comparatively speaking. However...] Just an observation. No prying intended. [If he intended to pry, it'd be a lot more subtle.]

[pyrogue]

[ Man, this guy could be a model. He certainly poses like one. Mick was never really the posing type -- it was a standard of the business (oh he knows the other Rogues had special "the Flash is here" poses), but he never really got into it. Much. This Cold, though -- this Cold could make a living from it.

Not that Mick noticed, nope.

At the question, he shrugs. ] I have some -- [ He holds up his right hand, where there's a few more and a big one in the center. Someone liked to play with candles. ] -- but usually my costume takes the brunt of it. You got Gambi in your world?

[catchacold]

[He could, but it's a lot easier to make a living as a criminal, by and large. More fun and better hours. Besides, it's not as if the Flash doesn't appreciate his posing. As does the teenage girl snapping a picture of him to presumably share with friends over whatever the equivalent of whatsapp is. Leonard has other things to focus on.

He inspects Mick's hand, frowning. He can practically hear what his Mick would have to say to those burns.]

You play safe. Good for you. And no, never heard of it. What's Gambi?


[ooc: I am sad, why is there no Gambi, CW, why?!]

[pyrogue]

[ Mick takes his hand away and puts in his pocket, grateful for having them. He really needs to stop talking to Len while wearing yoga pants. ]

Not a "what", a "who". Paul Gambi. Nice guy, tailors up a supersuit like a storm. All of us used to use him -- probably wouldn't be a Rogues without 'im.


[ Because clearly only the Flash can have fun with costumes ??? :c ]

[catchacold]

Are you telling me somebody actually tailored whatever the Trickster is wearing?

[Is that someone colourblind? Is James... Just James, he supposes. But is everyone else in this world colourblind?]

I mostly dress myself. Recently an AI fabricated clothes for me, but that wasn't Gambi. Gideon. Good taste though. Especially liked the skirt.

[pyrogue]

The client wants what the client wants?

[ Mick honestly cannot imagine James wearing normal clothing, it just does not compute. Why blame Gambi for it?


... ] Wait, what?

[ Did he just say 1) AI and 2) skirt oh lord captain cold in a skirt that was a mental image he really needed

DON'T ASK ABOUT THE SKIRT. ] I didn't know AIs were into fashion.

[catchacold]

[He happens to have looked very good in that skirt. Maybe he'll buy one here.]

Time travel. We got the right clothes to blend in.

[Or to look like different months of a GQ model, in certain people's cases.]

Although, admittedly, Gideon had good tastes.

[pyrogue]

Sounds convenient. How'd you get to time travelling? [ Casually starting to walk through the mall now. ] It was a Flash thing, wasn't it.

[catchacold]

No, actually. It was... [How to explain that without sounding ridiculous? Probably impossible, so whatever.] Someone called Rip Hunter assembling a team to kill Vandal Savage. Immortal dictator and all-around bastard.

[pyrogue]

Ugh, that guy. Was it personal or a "someone has to stop him" sorta thing?

[ He's honestly curious; the former would be very Captain Cold. Guy likes his revenge. The latter would be new. But a good thing, probably? ]

[catchacold]

Honestly? Started because time travel opened up interesting opportunities.

[Stealing opportunities. Opportunity to try and fix his past.

He's not sure how to continue. This is still Mick. It's not Mick. Lying is easy, downplaying is easy, but it's Mick and Mick can tell when he lies. Worse, this Mick maybe couldn't. He's not sure if he's ready for that.]

Things didn't go as planned.

[pyrogue]

Can't really blame you. Who turns down time travel? [ Even Mick, who's always kinda wanted to be normal.

At the second comment, though, he pauses. Len had said this world was his second chance. He remembers Abra Kadabra giving them all a prime opportunity and how all that got them was a one-way ticket to hell.

His voice is soft. ] Mission like that sounds dangerous as all hell. It went south?

[catchacold]

Something like that. You-- Mick... [Damn this whole charade. Finally he just gestured with his hand, because he's frankly giving up with the correct terminology here.] My partner didn't feel like playing on a team. We worked through that.

[One way to summarise that whole disaster. One more thing not to think about. Pushed to the back of his mind.]

Then we found out we were being played. I don't like being played.

[pyrogue]

[ "Partner".

Like, partner in crime or partner partner? He pushes that thought away -- not the time to wonder, Mick. The rest he can definitely see going down. ]

No, you wouldn't. [ But now he's tripping up over the same thing Cold was. What do you call the alternate version of the person you're talking to? He chooses to just drop it. ]

Preferring to go rogue is kinda in the name.

[catchacold]

[Yes. The answer is yes. Here they are, both pushing thoughts away all the time, tripping over terminology and somehow Len still doesn't want to stop running into this Mick. Wrong Mick.

It's not because he looks good in yoga pants.]

Indeed. So that's what I did. Not sure if they managed to actually complete the mission after that, but they better have.