JULY ROGUEHAUS CATCH-ALL

[pyrogue]

WHO: The rogueccupants of Heropa #020 & Guests
WHERE: said house in heropa
WHEN: July!
WHAT: A catch-all for shenanigans that may involve 1 or more Rogues
WARNINGS: They're all trainwrecks, but will edit if necessary!

(( any and all #roguehaus peeps can use this for their needs ))

Comments

OTA | just fuck me up

[foreshadower]

[ You know what's weird?

What's weird is an immortal, showing up in your living room, with a large bowl, which is promptly placed on the dinner table, before it's repeated multiple times.

You know, until there's practically a good, old fashioned, Sunday dinner (French dinner) spread out on the table for whoever shows up.

Is Shade presumptuous? Yes. Will anyone even be home? Probably. He watches everyone's schedules like a creep. ]

Anyone home? [ He asks, like he doesn't already know. ]

[pyrogue]

[ Mick hears a voice that is distinctly not one of his roommates and comes into the living room, his Dalmatian puppy, Matches, wagging happily at his heels.

He stops, surprised. ] Shade?

[ He raises his eyebrows at the meal. ] Oh! Nobody told me you were coming to dinner.

[ Which means it probably wasn't Piper who invited him. Who knows about the other two? ]

[foreshadower]

I invited myself.

[ Which means: he didn't tell anyone. He just decided to show up, on some day, without notice, and feed everyone. It's kind of a thing.

He looked Mick over with a grin, and then the dog. ]

Since when are you a dog person?

[pyrogue]

Oh. [ Mick isn't entirely sure how to feel about that? But, Trickster just sorta moved in without asking and brought a whole ball pit with him, so in the grand scheme of things this isn't too weird. ]

Since the swear-in. This is Matches. [ Matches wags her tail and sniffs Shade's pant-leg. ]

So, [ gestures to the food ] what's all this then?

[foreshadower]

Hello, Matches.

[ He greets the dog, directly. Shade liked dogs. He remembered that once he'd considered getting one -- but the heartbreak of losing one so quickly in the grand scheme of his life stayed his hand.

Besides, he acted much closer to a cat.

He stood, and gestured at the food. ]

I was inspired this afternoon, when I decided to make dinner.

Unfortunately, that often results in waste.

[pyrogue]

Cooking for one is surprisingly hard. [ He'll just kind of accept that explanation. Mick is not difficult.

He smiles. ] Well, I'm sure we'll be glad to have you.

How you been doing?

[foreshadower]

Oh, you know! Adjusting!

[ He smiled. It wasn't all the Rogues, but instead Shade's new housemate that he had to adjust to.

Living with a serial killer speedster was...different.

But at least he was immortal. ]

All these new arrivals leave an old man like me scrambling to keep up.

[pyrogue]

I can imagine. So many from our –– [ oh right, Opal. ] From the Flash's neck of the woods turned up. Must be overwhelming from your perspective.

[ Beat. ] Overwhelming from my perspective view, to be honest.

[ Mick wanders into the kitchen area to get dishes and cutlery. ]

[foreshadower]

My boy -- I've been either here or the world before for... four years?

[ Thank something that he was immortal and patient. ]

And for most of that? There were none.

But now? Now we're all over the place. It's like suddenly finding that all your old compatriots have moved into town, and now you can all work together whenever you feel like it.

Mind, you're all from different worlds, but... it's something.

[catchacold]

You're a good provider.

[Leonard is home and currently leaning against the door frame, inspecting the elaborate dinner being spread out on the table. Home-cooked meal, even bewildering to him when it isn't delivered in this especially strange way.]

What's the catch?

[foreshadower]

The catch? [ Shade asked, disappearing in a puff of shadow fabric, that drifted and faded, until nothing hit the ground.

A moment later, he reappeared with another puff of the shadows, and more food. ]

The catch is, you have to eat it. Sounds simple enough, yes?

[catchacold]

[Leonard studies that shadow fabric with interest, taking a step closer but not daring to actually touch it. He frowns and moves away again when Shade returns.]

Simple enough. I'm just not used to shadow delivery.

Or any homecooking for that matter. But here I am, Trickster and Shade putting dinner on the table.

[foreshadower]

It's odd at first, I hear. [ He turned to look at Len with a half grin, as if there were something funny there. ] I'll take you on a trip, sometime, and you can see just how odd it is.

[ Another vanish, and reappearance. This time -- it's wine. Of course it's wine. ]

You are a lucky man, stick around us for long enough, and you'll likely never have to cook again. [ Shade says, as if he is one of the Rogues, when he's more... tangentially related, but with no Jack around, he has to have someone to spend time with. He's bored. ]

[catchacold]

Sounds intriguing. [Suspicious - and he trusts no one - but intriguing.]

Never really been a cook, so that's good news. I'm not used to home-cooked food.

[Not at home either, not ever as such. But Shade cooks, Trickster cooks and now there's alcohol.]

I ain't complaining.

[foreshadower]

So being here is practically like being at a restaurant, of course!

[ Like Shade would ever serve dinner without wine. What is he, a plebian?

Next is the Absinthe, though. That's just pretentious. ]

At least all my efforts won't be wasted, yes? [ A pause. ] You are going to sit down, before you eat?

[catchacold]

Might have to watch you eat first. Although given the whole immortal and shady business, that exercise in paranoia would be pointless.

[He looks at the table, shaking his head a little.]

You like living it up.

[socialactivillain]

[ Piper was sitting on the small loveseat in the study, surrounded by James' ball pit balls and idly watching some political news on TV (he's been asked to stop shouting at the TV in the living room, and has decided to pick his battles), when he hears Shade suddenly appearing practically from nowhere. He's startled, sure, but he did used to spend an awful lot of time on Wally West's couch, so someone appearing suddenly who wasn't there a moment ago isn't exactly new and different for him.

He wades through the ballpit and pokes his head out the door. ]

...Is that dinner for us?

[foreshadower]

No. I'm leaving it for safekeeping.

[ He says. Before vanishing. ]

I don't have a fridge, you know. That modern technology makes me jumpy.

[ He said, reappearing in the room, and only then realizing that here were...balls everywhere. Bright, multicolored, plastic balls. ] What on Earth?

[airshow]

[ James doesn't seem particularly fazed by the sudden appearance. He hears a voice, smells food, and runs (well, prances, really) into the dining room. ]

Shade! What's this all about, buddy? Looks fancy.

[foreshadower]

Ah! Trickster!

[ Shade turns, or really -- one moment he's one way, the next he's another. No matter where he is, he's still eerie. ]

I thought I would treat us all to a nice meal! I wanted to cook more than I could eat today.

[ And well, he wanted to come by and say hi to all his rogue pals. ]

[airshow]

Well hey, I'll be a good friend and help you eat it.

[ That's spooky as hell, Shade, but whatever. James takes a seat in a chair, sideways, elbow on the table like some kind of heathen. ]

I guess you haven't been by yet, huh? Didja see the ball pit in the study? My idea.

[foreshadower]

Ah. That was your idea?

[ He couldn't help it. He held a hand to his chest. ]

Why on earth did you fill a room with balls?

[airshow]

Please. Haven't you ever been to a Chuck E. Cheese's?

[ He says, with perfect sincerity, as though Shade could be caught anywhere near one of those things. ]

[foreshadower]

[ Shade looked at him. ]

A Charles E. Cheesé?

What is that?

[airshow]

[ Oh jeez, that just makes him picture a ritzy ball pit. With a chandelier and candles and a wine menu and a dress code. ]

... I know you're like a million years old, but on the other hand, you're like a million years old.

I can't tell if you're joking.