maskormenacelogs | october catch-all!!

[ Something strange is happening here. They've lost a month in time to something other imPorts swear up and down is a disastrous alternate dimension of this world, temporal and reality anomalies are clearly happening, and all authority figures are none the wiser. Nobody has answers, and it's unclear if anyone is even looking for them.

Which means that it's fantastic timing for two of this world's heroic - well, capable - imPorts to go fishing. What are they supposed to do about it, anyway? Rex meets Brandon at the fishing shop closest to a porter, looking over all of the equipment with an arched brow, hands planted firmly on his hips. ]

You know, [ he says mildly, ] where I'm from, the aquatic life is much more likely to kill you first.

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[Brandon, who had been distracted by an assortment of finely made fly fishing lures, turns to look at Rex. One side of his mouth quirks upwards.] It depends on where you fish.

Is that so? What's the most intimidating marine life you've seen?

[ It's not a competition. If it is a competition, Rex knows he would mean; even well-traveled people who have never stepped foot on Kamino are intimidated by what lurks in their waters. The threats Brandon has at home tend to wear human faces.

But still, he's curious. ]

[ October is here. It's a month that many people look forward to: the weather gets fresher and crisper, colourful leaves litter the ground to be crunched underfoot, and people start retreating to little cafes and coffeeshops for all things pumpkin spice.

Not so for Rex. It's not that Rex opposes any of those things - he quite likes them; one of the soccer moms brought pumpkin spice cookies to the game and he'd thought they were rather delightful - but it's because of something else: Halloween. People are in a mood for merry mischief, and want to be in costume to do it.

Which is how Rex finds himself in his current predicament. He'd gone to find the source of a few small explosions, only to discover that it was some young man with a jetpack dressed as some sort of killer teddy bear. He'd been right about to apprehend him when the man suddenly grabbed him by the wrist and powered his jetpack, sending them shooting up far too high in the air from Rex's liking (Rex would not say that he screamed, but scream he did). ]

Put. Me. Down.

[ The young man - let's call him Teddy - just trembles, visible underneath his mask, reaching out with his other hand to grasp Rex more securely, an explosive gourd falling to the ground. ] You're really heavy!

You should have thought about that before you picked me up!

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[It's not like Peter had been looking forward to any of the mischief month's merry festivities- last Halloween involved one of Gobby's deathtraps and, oh, being dropped on a roof from like sixty stories- but that didn't mean he was hanging up his tights for the duration. No, he was being a good little super and keeping up with the routine for everyone else's sake. In fact, he'd hurried onto the scene as fast as his webs could swing him when he ~~heard Rex scream~~ definitely didn't hear any sort of screaming, only to find himself at a bit of a loss when he couldn't see a thing.

And then at even more of a loss when a pumpkin bomb puts a new pothole in the road. Why are they a thing is definitely a thought that crosses his mind, but he's also grateful that this one isn't of the screaming variety, and he could at least focus on the positives. Looking up to find the source of the bomb though, that...that was outside even his idea of normal.]

Man I wish I could hear J.J. try to come up with a name for this guy. Girl?

[Gendering the costumed baddie could, and should, probably wait until after the heroics are over and done with. Rex probably wouldn't appreciate him leaving him hanging for something that minor. And hey, fortunately Rex was a pretty good ballast! He was dragging down the as-of-yet-unidentified individual in the flying fursuit just enough to keep them within web range.

Or, within web range with a little work at least. Peter did have to scale the side of a few buildings with many a hop, skip, and a jump before making one final leap into the night sky to fire off a web line that hit the side of Teddy's jetpack with an audible splat. Naturally, Peter also couldn't keep his mouth shut while he tugged himself toward the villain, loudly showing off just why he was known as the loudmouth among superheroes.]

Hey furball, what gives? How 'bout you set the civilian down nice 'n gentle before we do this. I'll make sure you get a better nickname out of it- maybe Bad News Bear-y instead of The Flying Fuzzy-Wuzzy!

[This...this was helping, right? This counted as helping?]

[ When Rex sees someone in a costume - one of this fellow's friends? Colleagues? Another one of those caped heroes? - he feels a sinking in his chest that this isn't going to be taken care of as quickly as he should like. He tries hard to remain very, very still, so that he doesn't compel his current menace to sink further or, god forbid, drop him, though he does take a nervous glance beneath him at the very hard, very distant ground below.

Stars, he hates heights. It's not a good trait in any soldier, and especially not one frequently tasked with air drops and piloting ships through the galaxy. Oh, as long as it's planned, he can make do. Something like this, though? No. No, thank you. He's had enough falling for one lifetime. So while he may not move, his eyes definitely do this bulgey thing that's not altogether flattering on him but does convey the intensity of his feelings on the matter. ]

I'm sorry, [ he hisses pointedly. ] Is this supposed to be helping, or are you trying to goad him into dropping me?

[ From the whiteness of his knuckles as he grasps onto the man, it seems like Rex is taking precautionary measures to make sure that doesn't happen or, at least, if it does happen, the villain will be de-pantsed in the process. ]

[ It figures that they'd get stuck with the Halloween shift. Even at the precincts where the cops are halfway decent at their jobs, nobody wants to work any holiday — let alone the one that brings out all the troublemakers. Full moon tonight too. Not that she's all that superstitious these days, but Andy still knew better than to hope for a quiet evening.

As she steps out of their patrol car, she stares up at the rickety haunted house in front of them and has a single thought: They really don't get fucking paid enough. ]

This is where dispatch said the call came from? [ Somehow, she manages to sound like a disapproving mother when she says that. Disappointed in the fact that she has to be here at all. Look at her, standing there with that unimpressed expression on her face, one hand resting on her hip. ] Five bucks says it's someone's dumb idea of a prank.

We share a bank account, Andy.

[ Rex stretches his back out. Too long spent craned over a desk tonight, filling out paperwork for the various misdemeanors that piled into the precinct. Even if this is a prank call, he welcomes the reprieve from his desk -- well, their desk, but Rex is persnickety with the paperwork, and that's generally agreeable enough to Andy. ]

We have to do our due diligence. For all we know, a real emergency could be going on in there.

[ ... ]

Ten bucks that they've set it up to scare the osik out of us.

[ It definitely beats being desk-bound — though that margin seems to grow slimmer the longer Andy squints at the questionable structure in front of them. She still hasn't forgotten the last time someone in their family had a misadventure in a haunted house. Fortunately, Martin is safe at home (not in the company of any morally ambiguous robots) — and if nothing else, she doubts there's any cheap trick in that shitty old shack that could get the better of two experienced soldiers.

Famous last words? Maybe. But she likes their odds. ]

Well, in that case [ Dryly: ] it's a good thing I'm here to hold your hand, Captain.

[ She claps him helpfully on the shoulder before heading up the steps. The door gets a sharp knock-knock and about a half-second's chance before she's throwing it open, announcing them with a tone that entirely too blase: ]

Police. Anyone in here?

[The sad fact of the matter is that in this world you have to find a place to train, or you'll end up miserably out of condition. A comfortable, civilized life has its downsides.

Askeladd has been considering a move to Maurtia Falls (for the climate perhaps even more than the opportunities), so it's a good idea to figure out what the city has available. Which is how he's arrived at the gym, and run into a familiar face. Or rather, a face that's become increasingly familiar to him, at least.

He crosses his arms and watches Rex at the punching bags for a minute before commenting.] I think you've beaten it to death.

[A comment with a hook, if Rex remembers the last world enough to catch it.]

I think I'll have to split the bag to do that, [ Rex says, though he backs off from the punching bag, rubbing at his wrapped knuckles. It was a decent work out, even if he can't break the damn thing like others with superstrength can. It's a good way to get a workout, though, and a good way to keep himself in tip top shape. Sure, he might prefer his blasters, but he should be able to fight hand-to-hand if need be.

He looks Askelaad over, a faint recognition in his eyes, but not the one Askelaad is looking for. ]

It's all yours. I didn't realize anyone was waiting. [ Then, looking him over: ] You're that fellow from the library, aren't you? Askelaad.

Maurtia Falls is, of course, widely recognized for its petty crime as well as its large-scale operations. So Wolfwood is not surprised when, after a shabbily-dressed kid stumbles into him and then onwards down the sidewalk, he pats his pocket and finds it empty. "Hey!"

The kid, clearly not yet experienced at this sort of thing, freezes for a moment before breaking into a run. It's not fast enough to outpace Wolfwood's long legs, though, and he soon has the cowering offender by the shoulder.

Wolfwood sighs. "You can keep the cash. I'd just like the wallet back."

But if Wolfwood's had time to catch the thief, any nearby diligent law enforcement who reacted to that initial shout might be catching up as well.

Rex is nothing if not a devout officer, and after looking pointedly at one of the cops with him to see if he'd chase after the sound (he shrugs and looks pointedly back at Rex), takes it upon himself to take chase. He skids around the corner, only to see one young man gripping another, cowering. From the looks of it, he can't even tell who the aggressor is here.

He approaches, arms crossed, eyes darting between the two of them. "What seems to be the problem here?"

Ugh, cops. Wolfwood's never quite shaken off the instinctive hostility to the authorities he formed in his early years on the streets. And the negative opinion hasn't exactly been helped by the sheer uselessness of the ones he's met since.

"Nothing." He takes his hand off the kid's shoulder, giving it a light pat. "I thought he'd stolen my wallet, but it'd just fallen out of my pocket. Sorry for the trouble." Wolfwood directs the last statement to the confused boy, not the officer.

Rex arches a brow between the two of them, then addresses the boy. "That was quite a shout for a false alarm. Heard some running coming from you two too. Most false alarms like that in the Falls comes to blows."

Which is to say, he knows damn well that Wolfwood is lying, though not necessarily why. It doesn't take a particularly deductive mind to do so, but Rex isn't the sort of fellow who really wants to waste his time pressing charges when the other person would rather not. Besides, it doesn't take him long to clock the young man's worn clothing and frightened demeanor. Was Wolfwood a good samaritan just giving a pickpocket down on his luck a break, or are they attached to some larger purpose? This wouldn't be the first time he walked in on someone trying to squirm his way out of the fact that he was clearly trying to give one of his inferiors a beat-down.

"You all right, kid?"

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FOR PETER

asdhfas;d I LOST TRACK OF TIME I'M SO SORRY

THIRTEEN DAYS LATER... I'M SORRY

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