RED HOT CATCH-ALL

[redhott]

WHO: Kyle Conlen redhott and YOU!!
WHERE: All over
WHEN: All October long
WHAT: Nerding and heroing and likely more nerding will be found here
WARNINGS: N/A for now



Give Me that Toot Toot

[ Another window breaks and blows out from the gasses bottling up behind it. The flames quickly lick over the window frame and up toward the roof. Kyle is on the ground floor telling anyone who is not fire responders to vacate the premise and give the rest of them space.

He takes the top floors where the most damage is being caused. Literally born from Hellfire, Kyle is immune to its heat and pain; it would be like a stroll through the park if people's lives weren't on the line. That's what gets him hopping from room to room calling out for any survivors. Eventually he finds one woman barricaded in a supply closet that has yet to feel the heat of the fire closing in. She unlocks the door and stares at him in terror. That's certainly nothing new when facing imminent death. But that's not today. Covering her in a thick blanket, he grabs her under the knees and carries her out of the building where they are both safe on solid concrete. ]

Can someone take her please?

[ He needs to go back in ASAP to find more people. ]


Give You that Beep Beep

[ Fire is one thing. It's easy to be a hero when you have the solution to the problem right at your fingertips. Before had recently turned eighteen, Kyle and his team of junior heroes weren't allowed to do anything more strenuous than search and rescue.

So this gas station hold up is a little out of Kyle's league. It wasn't something he chose, rather with no police on the scene, Kyle knew he had to take action. That action came in the form of a spandex suit, a lot of open palms, and talking as the gunmen kept switching his target from Kyle to the clerk. So, yeah, he's definitely out of his element here, but there's no way he would let this clerk meet a bad fate alone without help. ]


It's the Freakin' Weekend

[ Kyle has found his Nerd Mecca, and it is glorious. Deep in downtown Nonah, he is up to his eyeballs in electronic stores, comic shops, resell shops, all kinds of things that any dork would desire. Several electronic and gaming stores have outside displays and demos to lure in their customers. Some are playing two-player console games, others are playing something called Boogie Boogie Battleground which looks an awful lot like Dance Dance Revolution.

It's fun to watch some of the good kids play for a bit to oohh and ahh over their skills. but eventually, Kyle moves on to get to the good stuff: the comics. He's curious to see if their stock is the same as back home, or maybe he'll find a whole host of new favorites to follow. So he goes browsing through the shelves, picking out a few issues here and there that sound intriguing.

He finds one about mechs that looks interesting. The detail on the robots is incredible, but that's not all that keeps Kyle's blue eyes. Two of the pilots are standing beside the cockpits. The girl is wearing practically nothing—And so is the guy! Seriously, that might as well be body paint... mayeb it is body paint. ]

Holy shit...


'Bout to Have Me Some Fun

[ Maurtia Falls may not be the most friendly city, but it has a booming nightlife and that's what Kyle has come to see, or see from the sidelines. Whichever. All the neon and booming bass from the clubs is enticing, but he's looking for a specific kind.

And boy are they always easy to spot. Rainbow flags line one street left and right, and the clientele is all over the road. This is what he came for. It's mostly gay men, but there are women here and there walking together. Every time he passes a gaggle of them, he can feel the assessment he's getting. It's a little uncomfortable, especially when he's not quite dressed for speculation. He's not conservative by any means, but he sure looks boring in his nice graphic tee and loose jeans. Honestly, his biggest problem right now is finding a club that allows eighteen year olds in. There's usually one or two youth support groups that open up at night for the younger crowd to party responsibly, but it's been a lot of trial and error asking one bouncer after another. ]

Comments

CLOSED to Persephone

[redhott]

(( From here ))

Holy sh—! [ That scares him right out of bed. He expected to hear a knock on his door. Silly him. Instead he's opening his window to let her in. This would almost be scandalous if he were straight. ] Yeah. Okay. That's one way to do it...

Re: CLOSED to Persephone

[pummelgranite]

[ She crawls in with impressive grace and hands him one of the coffees and all of th3e bag. ]


What? I didn't want to talk to your room mates.

[redhott]

[ He simply snorts and takes his coffee and her bag while she gets herself inside. When she doesn't come back for it, though, he gets a little concerned. ]

Uhh, is this... mine?

[ He raises the bag up for her to see jsut what he is talking about. ]

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.


[ Just goes and makes herself comfortable on his bed. ]

[redhott]

Oh. [ There is a terribly sweet smile on Kyle's face. ] Thanks.

[ He comes to sit on his bed, too, mainly so he can go back to being horizontal as he sips on his coffee. ]

'Bout to Have Me Some Fun

[heliophilic]

[Luckily for Kyle, M happens to be coming down the street as he's asking yet another bouncer. He's wearing a plain beige v-neck shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and dark jeans.]

You might want to try TRIO a few blocks over.

[redhott]

Oh—TRIO? Are they... [ Ha haaa ] gonna let me in?

[ Also, does he know you, handsome man? ]

[heliophilic]

Last time I was there they have an wristband system for over 21 buying drinks until 12. After that anyone not wearing a band got kicked out and it was your typical 21+ club.

[Nope, he's just your passing helpful stranger, stranger.]

[redhott]

...... You're... You're gay?

[heliophilic]

Nah, they just have the best Mai Tai's in the city and I'm confident in my masculinity.

[Sorry Kyle, M's a massive troll.]

▸ it's the freakin' weekend

[arsiento]

[ Diablo finds himself downtown for reasons that probably couldn't be further from Kyle's, except in how they're vaguely self-indulgent. But why not? Diablo does give the stores a glance, though, as he passes by on his way back from exploring what's around and, to some extent, window-shopping a little. He needs clothes, eventually, but for now he's still making do as he can in his white tank top and grey trousers, his chains glinting periodically whenever they catch the sun. That part's easy, honestly, compared to other adjustments -- though, it'd still be nice if he had the cash to drop on something, just to go through those old motions of normalcy.

Perhaps with that very notion in mind but more likely on impulse, Diablo steps inside the comic shop. It's been a long time since he's been inside one, let alone even read a comic, but purely out of habit his eyes scan over the shelves for the titles his kids used to read. Then, after another moment, he blinks and regroups: that Jaime kid probably likes comic books, right? Diablo could pick him up something in return for his advice about the whole church thing, maybe, so he turns to ask the nearest person of an equivalent age -- which turns out to be Kyle -- what might be, like, good to get. ]

Hey. [ The guy's reading... something... but, it's really just a quick question. ] You got a second so I can ask you something?

[redhott]

[ Uhhh.... Uhhhh... Uh, wow that is a lot of look. If he wasn't such a good person, Kyle might even ask him outright if he's a villain or a hoodlum. But he's a sweet fire demon, okay? ]

Uhm, yeah, sure... [ He tries to subtly put the issue back on the shelf. It's a little too scanty to be seen with. ] What's up?

[arsiento]

[ Compared to Diablo, who is not actually a demon in the theological sense at all, despite the name and... general look he's cultivated -- quite a motley crew, fire folks can be.

He squints slightly at Kyle's comic, though based on the cover alone it really only looks like a comic to him, not like they somehow got the illustrated answer to Hustler magazine in here -- well, okay, they still might -- then huffs out a slightly aggravated breath, as if asking a stranger's opinion is the most embarrassing or painful thing in the world.

Finally, he gestures loosely toward the shelves of comics. ]

Well, what's good here? I ain't read no comics since I was a kid, so, you know... I mean, someone like you, you got any favorites?

[redhott]

[ Someone like him? You mean a NERD? IS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN? ]

Uhhh most of these comics I've never heard of, but uhmm... I can try and give you some recs. What kinda genres do you like?

[arsiento]

[ A nerd... a youth... an... arts connoisseur... whatever, really. Someone more equipped to know a good comic from the last ten years than Diablo, anyway!

He shakes his head, hands held out as if to say fuck if I know. ]

Nah, it ain't for me. It's supposed to be a gift, except, I dunno what he likes. Figured it only right if I do something, though -- he about your age, too, so I thought maybe you'd know something.

It's the Freakin' Weekend

[gearshifting]

[Richie has been saving up his money to buy supplies and tech to finish building his Backpack, but the tech store is down the street and Richie himself has his head buried in a comic book he's never seen before trying to see whether it's up to snuff compared to what he loves back home. No Plant Man here, but Battle of the Maneaters looks like a fun crossover event from one of the big comic book companies in this world.

Until he opens to the middle pages.]

What kind of splash page is this? Where's the action? [Instead of the chaotic vision of battle he'd been hoping for, he's looking at a wash of bold, angry colors and the heroes standing heroically while the beings he assumes are the Maneaters stand on the other side of a chasm. A dramatic stare down? Bo-Ring.]

[redhott]

[ That voice is so loud Kyle actually shoves his issue back into the shelf thinking the stranger is must be right behind his back. No one needs to witness him ogling half naked heroes, female or male.

So when he turns around with a predictably guilty face, boy is he relieved to see the guy is ragging on something else. Now Kyle is curious. ]

What series did you pick up?

[gearshifting]

[Richie almost forgot other people were around. He can get sucked into comics and without Virgil around to share the fun, he's just avoided them until now. He looks up with a bit of surprise that someone is talking to him.]

Huh? Me?

[redhott]

[ Kyle looks around the store to see that, while there are some kids wandering around, no one is anywhere close to the two of them. ]

Yeah, you. [ He can't help but laugh a little. He sure can relate when buried in a new comic. ] Which one'd you grab?

[gearshifting]

[Richie holds it up so he can see the title.] Some big name brand around here from all of the comics over here with the logo. It's a crossover event between a but of titles. Battle of the Maneaters. Of course, not much "battling" going on. What a waste.

[attainment]

[It all starts with a straightforward message.]

Hello, Kyle. I hope you're doing well.

My workplace is looking for imPorts who'd be willing to appear in a commercial. If you'd like to learn more, I'd be willing to tell you more either over the phone or in person, whichever is most convenient for you.

Does sound like something you'd be interested in?

[redhott]

oh hey!
no that sounds really great!

we can meet up if you want?
how about lunch

[attainment]

Excellent.

You live in Nonah, correct? [Did Kyle ever mention that? Maybe not, but that doesn't mean Barnaby is a creeper or anything, honest.]

[redhott]

yup
is that ok

[attainment]

Of course. Actually, I know of a good cafe in the area.

[Here's a location ping and everything.]

How about Thursday evening at 7:00? Friday at about 3 pm also works.