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WHO: Jay Garrick, anyone else who wants to join in.
WHERE: Mexico.
WHEN: 22nd February onwards.
WHAT: Enjoying the weather and the downtime. Somewhat.
WARNINGS: Nothing really.

[ Jay isn't sure what he's even doing in Mexico recently, nothing he had ever planned for had involved visiting the place but then again he'd never expected to be in this strange world to begin with. Now he was just about adjusted to being in this world, everything was suddenly turned on it's axis again, thrown under a bus that wore the colors of the Soviet Union.

Typical.

He knows he should be back in Heropa and the other cities fighting the fight, trying to help others push back the Soviets that had invaded. It was just a difficult thing to suddenly be getting back into and for once Jay can't say he's hit the ground running. With any luck the others from his world would merely shrug and say that going to Mexico was a good idea for Jay, that considering how things had been back home it was understandable. That or nothing at all, that option was preferable. Barry, Cisco and Eddie didn't seem the type to ask why someone didn't stick around but Jay knows he can't speak for the rest of the speedsters, all of them still with their own unique question marks hanging over their heads. Jay frowns as he stares down at the road, giving a small shake of the head as he tries to not over think it all.

Well, for now at least he'll try to stay put in Mexico and resist the urge to do something stupid. The stipulations had been to not return to America until things were sorted out at the very least and Jay intends to uphold that part of the bargain. He's already taking a liking to the food, standing on the side walk with two burgers purchased from a street stall, each one looking to be twice the size of a normal burger and undoubtedly twice as delicious. There isn't too much he can do in Mexico having been told to keep a low profile and drinking was now off the menu thanks to superspeed nulling alcohol completely, so Jay simply huffs under his breath as he heads back to the apartments. If anyone stops to talk to the 6'3 speedster he'll be more than happy to talk back, or it's even possible that lost in his thoughts Jay may walk slap bang into them.

At worst he'll lose a burger. The horror of it all.]

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[ Prior to this, Bela had never been to Mexico before. Even with all of the travelling she'd done and her career path, she never found any clients down that way. Perhaps they weren't the kind of people who had a want for mystical objects, or they already had a thief for hire.

The current weather wasn't as warm as she thought it would be but it's pleasant enough and Bela would rather be in Mexico than having to deal with all of the crap that was going on back in America; being kidnapped had soured her mood against them. She was going to treat her stay here as a mini-vacation, even if Bela didn't know how long she would be in Mexico for.

For the most part she had kept to herself in the apartments, only making small talk with the other people who had managed to make it to Mexico. Among Bela's chief concerns was her shop and the lack of profit that she was making from being here. The Russians just had to ruin everything again for her. First with the kidnapping and now with this.

But maybe the tall, handsome stranger walking down the street would make things bearable. Bela was sure that Jay was an imPort, though she never actually spoke to him before. She makes a beeline for him, making sure to avoid the burgers. No sense in getting grease all over her.]

Hi.

[A smile.]

You're an imPort, yeah?

[ He's not been expecting anyone to say anything to him during their stay in Mexico. Even though the scenery is good and the weather fair, most people are too caught up in the realization that there's an ongoing war happening back home. Most have been keeping to themselves within the apartment and Jay's been no exception to that rule. A part of him still feels like he should be back in the US helping out yet he still can't settle his mind on doing so; there was nothing that would stop him from hopping the border again with ease. He hasn't seen any of the other speedsters in Mexico yet and that realization lets Jay know it will probably come back to haunt him.

So when Bela speaks up, Jay can't help but slow blink and look over his shoulder.

Okay, she was definitely talking to him and Jay discreetly moves the burgers, not wanting to start a conversation with 'sorry I dropped burger sauce all over you'.]

Am I an imPort? Who's asking? [ He's certain Bela is an imPort too but if there was one thing Jay Garrick could claim to be, it was careful.]

Edited 2016-02-26 08:02 (UTC)

Why, a fellow imPort of course.

[ Her smile remains easy and her body language is non-threatening. ]

My name is Bela Talbot. I decided to come to Mexico and avoid all of the crap that's happening back in the US. A few weeks ago I was kidnapped and held prisoner by the Russians; I'm not so keen to have that happen to me again.

[ Jay will never feel bad on asking that question. Even back in his own world he spend six months just making sure he was right on something before making himself known. For now he'll give a smile back, though it freezes in place when Bela mentions the Russians.]

I'm sorry to hear that. And I can't say I've come across the Russians here in this place yet. Only been here a short while. Does everything go to hell so quickly here?

Not all of the time. There have been occasions in which nothing really awful happens and things carry on as normal. But when they do go to hell, it isn't pretty.

[ Bela could go into detail about the hellish situations she has been in, but only if Jay asks. ]

Suppose it comes with the territory; being in a world full of people with incredible abilities and a likely shady government is asking for trouble.

You make it sound like the norm. I mean, I can't imagine Russians attacking every other week but a lot of people do seem to be taking it pretty well. As well as can be, that is.

[ Jay gives a small shrug. It just felt like the oldtimers in this world were used to such things happening.]

When you say likely shady, how shady are we talking?

Shady enough to aid in a mass kidnapping. They do want us all here for a reason.

[To fight their stupid war. At least that's what some people have brought up in conversation.]

Keeping people against their will doesn't exactly make them look innocent either. If anyone wants to go back to their world, they should be given that choice. Doesn't seem right that they're denied it.

[ Losing a burger it was -- not that it was much of a tragedy when only a burger -- and the disappointed look from the man he'd bumped into was more for the quality of the food more than the fact that he'd lost it.

He hadn't even realized who'd bumped into him, actually.

Dressed in something lighter -- albeit still in all black -- he at least wasn't in a Victorian frock coat and tophat, although the cane still gave him away as someone who didn't quite belong. That, coupled with the black slacks, black shirt, and... uncharacteristically bright vest... Well, it was more than obvious, but then again -- "blending in" for the Shade generally meant being himself -- and not giving any worries for how other people took it.

The slow slide of his eyes, from the offending burger, up, up -- ah --

He wouldn't even comment on his poor taste. Flash privilege. ]

You know, in my day, I think I was more likely to do the bumping, than being bumped into.

[ A grin. ] Enjoying the weather?

[ RIP street burger; it would probably have been an amazing burger, even more so in thought now that Jay couldn't have it. He could probably have caught it before it hit the floor but he was too busy peering at the guy he's walked into to pay that much attention to it.]

My bad - [ Definitely the guy from the network, the one he'd mentioned meeting up with before all hell had broken loose with the Soviets. The disappointed look at the burger doesn't go unnoticed, it's enough to have a wry smile on Jay's face.]

Maybe. I think I was just too caught up in the thought of eating these burgers. And I guess so; it just seems to be hot, or hotter in this place. I take it you're not here just for the scenery and weather though, huh?

Mm, not quite. I certainly don't favor all this...sunshine and heat.

[ Well, he did still look like he belonged somewhere overcast and cold -- Victorian England, most likely. You could take the man out of the 1800s, but could you really take the 1800s out of the man? ]

I honestly thought there would be better things to eat than burgers here in Mexico -- are you already sick of the local fare, or just hungry? [ He knows how Flashes eat, after all. ]

[ The comment about the sunshine definitely gets Jay taking in Shade's appearance. He sure didn't seem the type to do the sun very well, whereas Jay will probably be better off for it by the time the fighting finishes.

The attitude towards burgers, however, is duly noted. There was nothing wrong with a good burger in Jay's books and when they came from small, dodgy looking stands on the side of the street they tended to taste even better.

That and without a Big Belly Burger around, there was no other choice.]

I have to make sure I take in as many calories as I burn, though if I had a choice it'd still be the burgers. Not a fan I take it?

[ With his slightly pale pallor, skin with a touch of grey, eyes grey, and the dark clothes -- even though they were lighter than usual -- Shade looked every part the supervillain of the night.

His grin, however, was too self-satisfied. He was happy to run into Jay. Then again... he'd been probably too happy to introduce himself, with no context, hadn't he? Shade came off more as the creepy fanboy than he liked to admit. ]

If I'm going to actually eat, something I don't have to do then I want to enjoy it. Burgers are all grease and meat -- and while I may be British, I have better taste than that.

[ Jay can see where this conversation is going, clear as day, so when Shade starts talking about food he can't help but take a bite out of his burger and chew it slowly and thoughtfully.

They did say the Brits couldn't cook worth anything in Earth-2. Maybe that was another universal constant. Either way, best to keep that one to himself and Jay at least finishes his bite before talking again, trying not to cough as he almost inhales a jalapeño.]

Personally I think you're missing out. What do you eat when you're not giving burgers the evil eye?

[ Excuse you, Jay. He's an excellent cook. His salmon mousse is to die for.

If you're British. ]

Well, I don't have to eat. So if I do, I prefer to eat what I enjoy. French, mostly. Italian, or something from the east.

[ In short: anything but American. ]

[ All that food sounded good to Jay, it isn't as if he's a picky eater but more the kind that will eat anything put in front of him. The polar opposite of Shade for sure. But he sees an opportunity to at least try to be funny, giving an affronted look as he takes another bite of his burger.]

So not burgers then. What about hotdogs? Mac n cheese? Don't tell me, you can't stand peanut butter right? That's okay though, we can get through this. By the end of the month you'll be eating deep-fried butter with the rest of us.

Mister Garrick!

[ He held a hand to his chest, looking affronted, but the quirk of his lips said something else entirely. ]

Perhaps it should be the other way around, if this is the sort of fare you're used to. We'll need to educate you on what constitutes as a proper meal before your heart quickly beats you into an early grave, through all that grease you keep consuming.

[ Quickly. He hints. Shade isn't the sort to just give away secret identities, but that doesn't mean that he isn't going to let you know that he knows.

Often, at that. It's fun, for him. ]

[Getting brainwashed by Soviet seminars is for fucking chumps.

Really he doesn't know why more people didn't run off to Mexico. What does the United States have to offer that's so damn great anyway? It's a trainwreck in this world and can't keep itself in proper order in the slightest. So the moment Mexico made an offer to smuggle people into its capital, Eobard decided it was time to go.

And while it's not incredibly warm here, it's certainly not bad at all. Nice enough that he's not inside of the house (cramped and stuck with a number of other people - really the only major downside of all this) and is instead out on his lawn reading a novel in a quaint little patio set. And though he could shift to his regular appearance, he thinks its best to keep a lower profile and not upset the nanites in his blood. People know him better as Harrison Wells and won't be as questioning to a strange blond man who doesn't have any presence in the imPort community.

He's content enough with his book that he doesn't notice Jay right away. The only indication that someone of note is near is the small spike in his body he gets whenever someone connected with the Speed Force is present. Yet he knows Barry chose to remain in the United States (a complete fool's choice, but Eobard has no reason to care for his safety so much anymore) so someone else? Hn.]

[ It seems like only those susceptible in the first place have stayed behind for the seminars. That's a shame, really.

Just like Eobard, Jay briefly wonders why many others didn't come to Mexico. The place was welcoming enough in making sure the imPorts were comfortable and he couldn't complain at having to share quarters temporarily with someone until Russia backed the hell off.

There is only a slight twinge of guilt about leaving others behind; but then it had been habit that drew Jay to Mexico like a moth to the flame. Speed or no speed, he's spent so long trying to avoid the fighting he's now sat in another country, enjoying the food and the weather. Everything is just fine, you know, until Jay claps his eyes on Wells sat reading a book like it was no big deal.

He should have known, but at the same time Jay bites back the scathing remark - he can't really call this guy a coward when he's done the same thing. Sometimes Jay has to wonder what he did in life to deserve someone like Wells hanging around, obviously it was something pretty damned heinous (even if this wasn't the earth-2 standard variety).]

How long have you been hanging around here?

[It's less being a coward, and more not giving a fuck. His head tilts up when he hears Jay's voice, not really concerned with being found. Not as though he was trying to hide to begin with.]

Since Mexico offered to shelter imPorts. Seemed like the most logical solution, to flee a place so clearly not worth saving.

[ How easy would it be to fall into that old argument; the age old fight over how a place wasn't worth saving, but what about the people? Jay even opens his mouth to say as much before pausing and snapping it back shut. Somehow he gets the feeling that it isn't worth the effort in saying as much.]

At the first moment it happened, of course. [ There aren't any rules against being thoroughly unimpressed - Jay just can't seem to help it.] And your friends? Or should I say acquaintances?

[He shrugs, not really concerned.]

They could have fled, but they chose to stay. They made their bed. [And while he finds their bravery to be foolish in this case, he isn't so saintly that he will save them or come to the rescue. He's not a hero for a good reason.] What of your friends? Have you decided to abandon them as well?

[He says with a little joke in his voice.]

[ It was harsh, but true. Some had the option and still chose to stay. Jay isn't even sure why he went to Mexico, it really hadn't been given much thought as he'd gone into automatic mode and just gone. There had been some line about helping others to escape and all, but now Jay was in Mexico there didn't seem to be much happening anyway.]

They can take care of themselves, trust me on that.

[ Jay doesn't even wait for an offer, he just pulls up a chair and sits down. This is probably going to be a rare opportunity somehow. That and he simply doesn't have anything better to do.] So go on. What's your story?

[He watches silently as Jay takes a seat right across from him on the table and scoffs a little at his request.]

No thanks.

[ Ah it was going to be like that. No big deal, right now the one thing they both had was a lot of time of their hands. Jay makes sure to look like he's getting comfortable before giving a small smile.]

Shame. I'll just have to ask around then.

Feel free. [Most people don't really know much about him at all. And the only three people who do are currently in the United States.] You'll find that I'm arrogant at best and dull at worst.

Now there's a universal standard. I mean, if there was a universe where you weren't both of those things, I would need to go lie down.

[ It seems every single version of this guy was destined to be a douchebag. Jay has to wonder.]

I'm not really interested in my counterpart. [Of course when he says that, he means the Eobard Thawne of Earth-2. Not Harrison Wells. Wells was...intriguing, with a strong impression despite a short conversation.] If you're so interested in my stay here, I'll have you know I teach at Heropa University. Aside from that? Not much else. I live quite a humble existence here actually.

[For now, anyway.]

[ University teacher, a humble existence, it all sounded quite mundane really. Jay's almost disappointed by that revelation, but then once again he finds he can't say anything on the matter. Not when he has a name badge back in his heropa room that states "Jay" is a clerk at Soleful Sneakers.

Some things were just best left unspoken.]

Here is all well and good, but we both know I'm talking about before you got here.

Before that? I was the director of one of the largest scientific research labs in the country. [He puts his book down on table, letting it rest open on the pages faced down, and crosses his arms.] Large change, but I've adapted.

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