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[OPEN] Normal Post-Apocalyptic Life Continues

WHO: Jason Todd and Others (maybe you?)
WHERE: All over Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Last week of November
WHAT: Jason does his normal holiday routines: patrol, volunteering, more patrol, and getting drunk somewhere.
WARNINGS: Jason's potty mouth

Maurtia Falls : Because The Night Belongs to (Gun) Lovers
[Somehow Jason has spent way more time than normal in De Chima in the last few months. Something was always happening in that city. But not right now, not this week. Maurtia Falls isn't Gotham, but it's Gotham-like. Holidays always mean that crime is on the rise and scumbags think they can take advantage of the Apocalypse-That-Didn't-Happen to up their gun-running cartel into a gun-running and drug-smuggling enterprise.

Except that not-really-Apocalypses are normal by now, in Jason's opinion, and thus he was out there, watching, and setting up surveillance devices around the outside of the deli and butcher shop the guns and drugs were being run out the back of. They were smart enough not to keep more of their product on the premises so he was trying to find out the "nice" way before he started punching out teeth to get answers.

If someone else shows up, he's not going to be pleased that someone else is butting in on his case, but maybe he won't decide to shoot them. Maybe not. It's been that kind of week.]

Maurtia Falls : Soup's On (Semi-Open)
[It's a busy night at A Penny's Worth Soup Kitchen, what with it being one of the Three Nights of Thanksgiving that the kitchen does each year. Jason visits the place at least once a month, usually some weeks after one of his "anonymous" donations. He doesn't want to be seen as Jason Todd-Wayne here. He's just Jason. Some guy who helps and older woman carrying too many bags of food to the kitchen one day and ended up helping cook and serve food for the night. A guy who kept coming back each month after just because.

And with it being Thanksgiving, the kitchen needed all the extra hands it could get. Which is why if Jason is close to someone enough, or if he happens to recognize you on the street--and doesn't want to put a bullet in you--you probably got dragged along to help out. He's not ashamed of visiting the soup kitchen so it's not like he's gonna hide it. He just doesn't want it to get slammed with too much attention just because someone rich and/or famous walks through he door. It's never the kind of attention that helps, only gawks.]

Take that turkey platter out there. I'll get the dessert.

Around : Wildcard
[This is the wildcard! If you'd like to do something with Jason involving his other typical activities, which involving visiting seedy bars, the library, and acting like he's not secretly stalking people he likes to make sure they're doing okay.]

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Oh, this looks suspicious!

[Xellos' voice precedes him -- a fun trick that often yields great results -- before the space near and slightly above the rogue do-gooder fills in with a bodily presence. he sure hopes it's enough to startle this shady figure into a sour state of mind.

floating cross-legged, hunched forward with an elbow on his knee, Xellos rests his chin in his hand, cradling his staff in his other arm and against his lap as he takes solid form.]

I'll bet you've got lots of good intentions, don't you?

[If by startle he means shoot at acid bullet out of his gun--which thankfully has a silencer on it--right at his face, then yeah.]

Fuck off, I'm busy and don't have time for your existence.

[People who smile that way are never good news. Jason's not in the mood for it.]

Oh, my!!

[Xellos laughs with surprise, his head cocked to the side. there's a little singe to his hair in having had to move so quickly to avoid a direct hit.

yet he smiles on, a laugh peppering his voice.]

Good intentions and good reflexes! You must be the real deal!

Good intentions? Get out of here with that shit.

[Jason's hear to beat the shit out of gang members and get answers so he can steal their product. The drugs will get funneled out of the country and the guns...well, those he might keep. But this guy is already causing problems because he knows someone is going to be coming outside to check the perimeter soon and this is a chatty one, he can tell. Not what he needs right now.]

Oh? Did I have it wrong?

[his grin broadens.]

Up to no good, then? How fascinating! Are you here to butcher the butcher?

Still not interested in caring about your existence.

[And with that he decides the best thing to do is ignore the guy. The most he talks to him, the more he chances someone noticing them up on the rooftop. So he turns his attention back to the butcher's shop and uses his helmet to connect to the listening devices he's set up inside.

And he really hopes he's not going to listen to people bitch about anniversary gifts for the next three hours.]

[being ignored? boring! Xellos uncrosses his legs, allowing himself to stand on the edge of that roof as the most nonchalant of gargoyles, lightly tapping the base of his staff on the concrete.]

Mm...it won't do to have a lack of perspective. [he rubs his chin before shrugging. let's see to it!

with a strange sound, he vanishes, reappearing at the door to the shop. he gives it a testing jiggle -- locked for the day, naturally -- before giving it a poke with his finger. popping the lock with a little burst of fire, he opens the door and moseys on in, ignorant to the alarm it causes from the denizens on the inside.]

Goddamn it.[Did he seriously just...? Of course the fucking asshole did.

Jason can hear the surprise at the sound of the door being opened, three of the people inside went going to check it out. He switches on his stealth mode, everything about his presence vanishing as his suit does its job to camouflage him entirely. Then he jumps down from the roof himself to get close enough to see exactly how badly this guy is ruining his recon.]

[mister red-helmet's agitation is mounting! it's delightful, and it blends well with the panic that Xellos' impromptu arrival has caused.

What the fuck are you doing here?!]

Well, hello to you, too!

[We're closed -- can't you read?!]

[So definitely not happy to have some random guy show up on their doorstep. The bugs he planted around the outside of the shop and near windows are all still working and the camouflage prevents people from sensing his presence in anyway. He makes no sound, but pulls his gun--just in case--and leans in close to hear what else is going on.

Two more of the people inside are doing something in the back. Moving merchandise? Covering their tracks? Getting out the big guns?

He hopes it's not the big guns. That really would take up most of his night. He had other plans in the club district at two. He debates moving around to the back to investigate or stick around and see how worse the situation at the front door gets.]

[this is probably most definitely a waste of time -- and stupid to boot! but the fear and agitation overflowing from these red-handed criminals is rather savory, especially when it takes so little effort to rile them up. monsters thrive on such food as this.

people smuggling -- and handling -- such dangerous weapons...they ought to be more cool-headed, one would think. but at least one of the men is a bit too jumpy for this sort of surprise, and all it takes is Xellos' innocent string of questions and echoed-back answers and just the barest lift of his hand to set the guy off: a pistol is lifted and bullets are fired in rapid succession and Xellos, still new to this world's idea of weaponry, staggers a bit with the momentum of a slug nailing his shoulder. a few more pepper his front and spatter the window and glassy door behind him in red and...black?]

[ she makes a point of moving with just enough to make her presence clear a few moments before she actually speaks up, to people who know what exactly to watch for. people like jason. she doesn't land at his side, just where he can see her, at another point near the perimeter. over comms, with her modulator off: ]

Slow night. How's it looking here?

[There a bit of surprise at her arriving, but he's got his helmet on so she can't see it.]

Looking fine, if they ever get done talking about bullshit. What's the reason for the visit?

[He thought she was in De Chima.]

De Chima's covered. And Maurtia Falls always needs a hand.

[ a pause, as she considers. she wants to get up to speed, call it professional curiosity. ]

They've got MFPD on the take?

Flipped informant. They drop some intel to MFPD about the other gangs in the area and the cops look the other way as long as things don't get too violent with their fingerprints on it.

[As if it matters whether or not they cause the violence directly when they're funneling guns and drugs into the city.]

Typical.

[ she sighs. ]

Timing right for a shipment? Or just pulling intel?

They don't ship most of the product here. Since they started diversifying their product, they've been using other storehouses. This me getting where they are without pulling teeth.

[Pulling teeth gets so messy, there's spit everywhere.]

[Ashley - Telemachus - is not the most inconspicuous person in Maurtia Falls in the blue armor she wears in the field, but Maurtia Falls being what it is, she'd rather wear it than go without on her rare patrol shifts, especially now that she holds a leadership position in Aegis Force. Even so, she manages to find a spot to covertly watch Jason for a moment, making sure he's not a gun and drug runner himself, before approaching quietly.]

Nice. Beat my team to it.

[It's genuine rather than bitter - Maurtia Falls is a big city, and Aegis cooperates where it can.]

[Oh great. The Not-Justice League. Just what Jason doesn't want to deal with.]

Beat your team to what? Best slice of beef?

[She chuckles, but as she speaks she gives a nod to the closest of his devices.]

Sure, let's go with that.

[She can't see his expression because of his helmet, but he's definitely rolling his eyes at her. God he hates dealing with "heroes" who show up and mess up what he's spent weeks working on.]

Then you can take your team off somewhere else. There's another deli over on Fifth and Crenshaw. Great subs.

[why are some of the best food places in the Falls fronts for shadiness?]

Not into the group dinner thing?

[Because the food distracts from the crime.]

Pretty sure you're more party crasher than group dinner.

[Kirk had just wanted to brood in peace. The world hadn't ended, but what it had done was leave him with some things to chew on that he isn't sure he wants to necessary deal with. Like the fact he's been here a few months shy of a year and still feels like he can't do anything without being beside Hernan and Bekka.

He blinks owlishly at the arm suddenly tugging him in another direction, too stunned to be angry. And then he blinks again, because who is this guy again?]

Wait, what?

[Jason doesn't look the least bit perturbed. He pulls the guy along and then pushes him into the kitchen area through the side door.]

We need someone in the back who can dress a turkey. You're extra hands.

It's a little strange that someone donated a wild turkey rather than just buying one in a store, but yeah, I can do that.

His father was good for a few things, and teaching young Kirk, who would rather literally be anywhere else, all manners of hunting was one of them.

He hopes this guy knows he can't cook.

[ The holidays are always a magical, special time of the year, as cliched as it sounds. There's something about that freshly powdered snow look on the ground and the colourful decorations that help to bring out more of the festive cheer. It's that period where one spends quality time with their loved ones, sharing hot meals and sweet drinks, bellies full of laughter and food.

Donna misses her family, the Amazons... and the Titans. At least, that time of their life where things hadn't been as murky and chaotic as they are now. If she can't spend time with her family this time, she can spend it by doing good for those less fortunate than her.

Although she's still a little banged up from the averted apocalypse, it doesn't stop her from heading out, ending up at the soup kitchen after some googling. She steps in to volunteer as apparently they can use the extra help this holiday, maneuvering about easily for the most part even if it's her first time down here. It wouldn't be the first she's volunteered ever, though. ]

There's enough cranberry sauce to go with this, right? I could've sworn someone was panicking earlier about that.

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