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Hey, you should come to the Barge. It's so fun. [ That tone implies that it's just the opposite of fun, Mia. ]

I detect just a bit of sarcasm there, Rose. How bad is it?

Well that really depends on how much of an asshole your mun is. [ There may or may not be glaring directed in the direction of her mun here. ] It varies from "I need an aspirin" to "Fuck all this shit I'd rather live in Qurac."

Still, there're a couple of guys from back home here. Wonder Whiner's less bitchy, Red Robin's still a stick in the mud and Superboy isn't Superboy. You might like it. Depends if you get sent as a Warden or an Inmate.

I... am not sure I like the sound of either of those options. Either sounds like it'd be unpleasant in its own way.

I'd pick Warden over Inmate any day. Even if I didn't have powers, least I'd get to keep my swords.

I don't know if I'd like being someone's... imprisoner. Having that kind of power over someone.

Oh you're not the one doing the imprisoning. Apparently that's some douche named the Admiral. And even the Wardens kinda hate him. Wardens are sorta like caseworkers/shrinks. Gotta lead their inmates to redemption and all that crap.

Oh.

I'm... not sure how good at that I'd be.

Which one did you end up as? I mean, you've always been doing good things when I've known you... but... well. Muns can be assholes.

Figure it's better than having someone poke around your head trying to "rehabilitate" you.

Take a guess. And the first one doesn't count. Give you a hint. It doesn't start with a 'w'.

Ouch. But, you're pretty damn badass. I'm sure you'll get yourself out of there, no matter the methods.

I knew there was a reason I liked you. [ Because of course Rose likes anyone who acknowledges how awesome she is. ] Yeah, here's to hoping it doesn't take me two years like the rest of these losers.

Two months, at most. Show those assholes you know how to play their headgames.

Why did you leave the Titans again? [ Seriously, because between you and Eddie she may actually have stuck around. ]

Uh, near-fatal gunshot wound, our house blew up and fell on me (no, really), then the boss decided we needed to be the Swiss Family Arrowson for a while. Only instead of awesome treehouses we had daily doses of whoop-ass training.

[These two should have been in more books together. They'd be awesome BFFs.]

I got shot a few times and exploded out of the side of the Tower. Suck it up, Speedy. You guys sound almost as bad as the Bat Clan. [ Have a smirk, cause she's just messing with you, Mia. ]

[ That is what RPing is for~ ]

Edited 2012-09-21 07:44 (UTC)

Hey, not all of us are blessed with that freaky precog thing you have, not to mention all your other perks of badassery. Some of us have to do it the old fashioned way.

We totally need to hang out more. I'll make... anything that isn't chili, and we can make fun of mistakes in action movies.

Calling me a freak now? Thanks for that. Appreciate it. And by perks do you mean enhanced abilities given to me by the mind controlling, psychosis inducing drug my insane father forcefully pumped into my system? Those perks? Hey, I gotta stay in shape too, okay? This suit doesn't exactly take kindly to added mass.

Deal. And we can prank Wonder Whiner. Because that's always fun.

To make it fair, you can call me a whore. And I can share all my funny whorin' stories. There are a few that aren't totally awful and disturbing.

I'll bring the booze.

That's kinda low, even for me. How about we settle for "bitch" and you can tell me those stories anyway?

I'll bring the other booze.

Edited 2012-09-21 08:08 (UTC)

Bitch totally works. And yay for more booze.

Nice. Your place or mine?

Yours, probably. Lest the boss give me a lecture on the horrors of underage drinking, even if I am only a few months off, now.

Doable. Pfft, goody-goodys are such a stick in the mud bunch. Sometime I'm almost glad Slade is my dad.

GA's not so much goody-goody as just... reactionary and hot-headed. But hey, best I've had in the father-figure department.

...Which is kind of sad, actually. But I try not to think about it too much.

Figure he's still a lot more fun than the Bat. Look at how his kids turn out. [ Because seriously, they're all pretty messed up. ]

Oh you don't wanna compare father figures, girl. Figure I'd take yours over mine anyday. That's depressing enough as it is. Where's that booze when you need it?

My mun won't let me talk about my bio-dad in public spaces 'cause the stuff is "triggering." Needless to say, we may just be about even.

[sigh]...hand me the booze.

You'd think with all the shit on the net and in the media these days people's be less squeamish. Pussies.

[ Vodka for all! ] Now we're talking.

Edited 2012-09-22 05:10 (UTC)

He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"Nothing wrong with calm. Calm's good, usually. Though, I understand the frustration of wanting to go out and do something."

"But Connor, I'm boooooooooooored!"

Mia leans on him, grabbing his arm. "Soooooo boooooored. I almost tried that meditation thing you're so big on. I sucked at it. Two minutes in, and suddenly my brain is on a loop of the Meow Mix jingle."

The smile he gives? Yeah. Got it from Ollie.

"Meow, Meow. Meow. Meow."

Yeah, he's picked up just a (very slight) sense of humor. That, and it IS something of a Zen tradition for a master to occasionally "test" the student's patience.

And now there's hugging. Possibly because Mia's mun is all drunk and depressive, but mostly because Mia has missed Connor.

He's hugging back. Definitely hugging back. Blackest Night didn't end well for them in his universe.

"Hey, there. Missed you, too."

Some people just need time, kiddo.

Apparently she needs more time than I have patience.

I wish I could tell you I find that surprising.

Aren't you supposed to have words of encouragement? Maybe some fatherly wisdom?

Connor'd probably be more eloquent with it, but here goes. Patience is a virtue and you're somebody who deserves someone who won't be distracted. Until she can get to that point, you're probably better off hanging tight for a while.

Impatient?

A little. Maybe. Probably.

Yeah.

If you ever want to trade muns. . .

Yours is overworking you, then?

I'd rather say she's jumping the gun. ( Overworking a Bat? Pah. )