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. ]

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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...

'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.

▸ 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?

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.]

[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?