Open Log & Catch-All !!

[pyrogue]

WHO: Mick Rory & You ??
WHERE: Around !
WHEN:Second half of September
WHAT: A couple of open prompts & probably some starters COME TAG HIM
WARNINGS: will edit if necessary



Heropa

[ Winter Is Coming and Mick is not looking forward to it. Florida or no, it'll get somewhat colder and "somewhat colder" for Mick Rory is a no go. So what's he doing? A rare sight of him shopping, standing near the front of the store in a mall trying to decide between identical navy and black turtlenecks. ]

I dunno if blue's really my colour...

Anywhere

[ "BODY HEAT!" the hot yoga workout show hosted by Mick Rory might have ended, but apparently it had gained something of a cult following. Mick was completely unware of this until he passes by a big poster in the window of an electronics store announcing the release of the dvd and blu-ray of "The Hottest Workout Show That Burned Too Bright And Too Short, BODY HEAT!", complete with a picture of himself shirtless and grinning.

He walks right by it, stops, and immediately walks backward to squint up at it. ]

What the hell?

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heropa

[h2no]

[archie, in a blue bandana and blue hoodie (and blue jeans, he is not pantsless) pops up behind mick and puts his hands on his shoulders, laughing.]

Unbiasedly, I gotta say blue looks good on everyone!

...

'Cept Team Magma. But that's not for now. Go blue!

[pyrogue]

[ Mick jumps, and surprisingly fast turns, his hand jumping to his side (not that it matters, he's not in costume) before seeing it's Archie and his surprise is replaced by a wide grin. ]

Blue kinda goes against the theme I got going on. Magma though... No offence, Arch, but that sounds up my alley. Who're they?

[h2no]

They're the ones that woulda destroyed the world in lava if I hadn't got there first with water. Trust me, bro, not your type. The leader's an ass, anyway.

[he takes his hands off mick's shoulders and crosses his arms, looking at the turtle necks.]

...I think you'd look better in a v-neck.

[pyrogue]

Well, I was more, uh, knocking over banks than trying to destroy the world but at least lava'd be warm. But, y'know, point gotten.

[ He frowns at the turtlenecks. ]

But then my neck'd get cold...

[h2no]

Then you wear a scarf! Sounds pointless, but looks good.

[he snorts.]

That's what happens when ya fuck with gods, bro. Don't recommend it.

Anywhere (But still in Heropa anyway)

[drivesadesk]

[When Jonathan spotted the poster, he stopped. Then a grin spread across his face, getting even wider when he spotted who else was looking at the poster.]

Looking good there!

[pyrogue]

Uh, thanks, I guess.

[ He looks over at the newcomer a bit sheepishly, and it takes him a moment before it clicks and he snaps his fingers. ]

Hey, wait, I know you, you're that guy!

[drivesadesk]

I am indeed 'that guy'!

[Probably. Maybe. Assuming he was talking about the guy that was a reptilian alien invader.]

Assuming by 'that guy' you mean Jonathan Walsh. And you're Mick Rory, right? I remember talking to you. I also seem to recall overhearing a gaggle of giggling fans discussing your show.

[pyrogue]

Took me a second, that's all. Nice to meet you in person.

[ He laughs a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Yeah, seems like it's still popular even cancelled. Who knew?

[drivesadesk]

I don't know, I don't think it's that surprising. Although, before I reformed I might have used the power and influence from the human role I was supposed to be playing to get a chance to work out with attractive human athletes, so...

[So he could definitely relate to the motivations of the fans of the show.]

Heropa

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[Angela, on the other hand is looking forward to it. Though kind of wishes she was further north just for the better chill, and the snow fall.

She's out shopping, not necessarily for winter clothes and sees Mick and decides to go up to him.]

Hm, now the real question is, have you actually gone inside? Or is that a taboo thing for all men across all universes?

[pyrogue]

Oh, hey!

[ He grins at her, before getting faux-defensive. ]

I can go in whenever I want, ain't got nothing against clothes. Even had a tailor once upon a time.

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[She gasps, a little over dramatic, and covers her mouth as she does.]

A tailor? How unexpected!

Well, then you'll know that they have more colours to choose from inside, right?

[And she steps in, looking back at Mick.]

[pyrogue]

Yeah, to be fair it was a tailor for costumes…

[ He does follow her in, though the first thing he does is look around trying to find more turtlenecks. ]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

Hey, a tailor is a tailor. They take measurements and so on.

[She smiles as she walks beside him.]

So, have any idea of your style? [She has an idea, but she can see him suiting a lot of different style of clothes.]

FOR CRANE

[pyrogue]

[ Mick, as always, has a soft spot to reformed (or... currently reforming) rogues, and even though Crane isn't his favourite person in the world he almost kind of likes him, sort of.
And he also feels he should check up on the guy. He knows how hard it is to do this kind of thing, and you need a lot of support. Mick's willing to do that for him.

Crane's working and Wayne Enterprises now, he's pretty sure, and the receptionist confirms that so he just goes looking for where he was told he'd be, carrying some samosas in a bag on his arm.

He peers around the doorway. ]

Crane? You here?

[restingstitchface]

[Crane doesn't bother to answer, busy as he is reading research material over to the side, leaving his empty desk in clear view. He seems to lose his train of thought for a moment before he turns around in gentlemanly fashion. He feels the scratch of burlap on skin but says nothing of it. He then motions for Mick to take a seat opposite him.

He takes out a pen and scratches something on paper. He doesn't say anything for a while - till he closes his journal and finishes whatever he was noting.]

If you would be so kind as to tell me why you're here...?

[pyrogue]

Ain't even gonna give me a hello, huh?

[ Mick grins wryly and holds up the bag. He's here to help, after all, not get insulted. It's not really easy to insult him anyway. ]

You like samosas?

[restingstitchface]

[One of his eyebrows raise. Not too many offered to share lunch these days. He does know why Mick is doing it, though, and he pushes down a certain measure of anger.]

They're not my favorite, I'm afraid.

[He doesn't hate them. He just dislikes eating food by touching it with his fingers. A habit because of his upbringing, but still...]

I would prefer a knife and fork, if that's all the same.

[pyrogue]

[ He shrugs apologetically but he's not insulted or weirded out (well maybe a little bit weirded out). All sorts and all that. ]

I didn't really bring a knife and a fork, uh... Does this place have a kitchen area or something…?

FOR JAMES

[pyrogue]

[ Mick, at a truly ungodly hour of night, is waiting for James at a classic 50s aesthetic diner called Dexter's, filled with weird stuff signed by celebrities –- a lot of the more recent ones by imPorts. Ot rather like, the two most recent ones and one of those is Mick's.

It's too late for a coffee so Mick has already ordered a hot chocolate and is waiting for it too. ]

[airshow]

[ James has the frazzled look of someone who's up way past what could ever be considered a reasonable hour, all shifty and anxious around the eyes when he ambles through the door of the diner. He quickly spots Mick, sliding into the booth across from him and picking up a menu.

Holy hell, now he has to talk about having a feeling. In person. Why did he agree to this again? ]

How'd you talk me into this? I mean, free pie, obviously, and oh yeah also thanks for giving up your hard-earned sleep to come out here, but mostly I'm seriously wondering if you have some kind of superpower and you've been holding out on us this whole time.

[pyrogue]

I dunno, maybe it ain't me, maybe you just need someone to talk to. C'mon, I'll buy you a milkshake too.

[ He gestures a thumb at a painted poster of milkshakes that include the normal flavours and also several import themed ones like "Blueberry Beetle", "Magnus Mango", "Chilton Childers Chocolate Chip", "Persephone Pineapple Punch", "Sookie Cookie", and "Baerry Baelish". ]

[airshow]

Oh, man. Okay. You drive a hard bargain, Mickolas, you got me on the ropes over here. The milkshake ropes.

[ He rubs the bridge of his nose, partially tiredness, partially stress. It's a nervous gesture, an obvious tell he wouldn't let anyone but a small handful of people see. ]

So I'm pretty sure I've been keeping this thing under wraps for so long that I'm a dick no matter what I do.

[pyrogue]

I dunno, guess it depends on what you do.

[ He absentmindedly taps his fingers on the table, flipping through the menu but not really looking at it. ]

I mean, what could've you done?