Hanoi, Vietnam, Sunday Morning
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Roy was pretty sure it was Easter today, but he wasn't raised Christian--Brave Bow had followed traditional Navajo practices, and Ollie's approach to religion was 'whatever'--so his association with the holiday had always been more about the chocolate bunnies anyway. So he was just lying around in bed, staring at the ceiling while a beautiful woman slept on beside him, thinking.

To do: he needed to slip away sometime, probably tomorrow. He could have used the holiday as an excuse today, but his supervisors would probably miss the point and grump about didn't he know what day it was. But he did need to report in, and he needed to get in touch with Dick and Dinah--possibly both Dinahs--to let them know he wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere in southeast Asia. He needed to figure out how to pass the hard drive he'd swiped from one of Jade's associates off to Checkmate so they could start decrypting it before anyone realized it was missing, never mind that he had it. He needed to find out what kind of ridiculous costume Dick was sporting these days, so he could make fun of it forever.

He needed to figure out what he was going to do about Jade.

Oh, he was going to turn her in. There had never been any question about that. Jade was a terrorist, and very probably crazy, and he'd seen both up close. It was just...he'd also gotten close enough to fall more than a little in love with her, and he didn't know what to do about that. But he wasn't anywhere near when he was going to have to make that call, he told himself, and so he pushed it back to the bottom of the to do list and started running scenarios for how to get away for a few hours tomorrow.

Beside him, Jade stirred, rolled over and smiled at him. "Good morning," she said, and Roy smiled back, leaned in to kiss her, and thought that he was so screwed.

((Establishy.))

An Underground Club With No Name, Phnom Penh, Cambodia, Thursday Evening
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Her name was Jade Nguyen.

Her name was also Cheshire, and she was one of the more dangerous terrorists and assassins in Southeast Asia. Checkmate had sent Roy to capture her, a long game undercover operation that wouldn't really have been possible if Roy had had anyone back home who cared whether he lived or died who hadn't also been trained in maintaining secrecy by Batman. He'd been working his way around the edges of the region's criminal underground for months, basically playing another version of himself: Oliver Queen's disgraced ex-ward, an addict playboy turned jaded and hard after he was cut off without a penny.

It had all been worth it. Roy had finally worked his way into the right circles, finally gotten himself an invitation to the right bar at the right time.

The next phase of his mission began when he sauntered up to the bar, leaned his hip against it, and asked, "So what do I have to do to get the prettiest lady in this place to let me buy her a drink?"

((Establishy. Roy is so doomed.))

Checkmate HQ, Saturday Afternoon
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Checkmate wasn't exactly a Monday-Friday 9 to 5 type of operation, so Roy wasn't too surprised when he was called to his supervisor's office on Saturday afternoon. He was a little surprised to be asked how his Vietnamese was when he got there, especially since the languages he spoke were all listed in his file--and Vietnamese wasn't among them. Then his boss got around to admitting that his combination of Japanese, French, and some Mandarin had been deemed good enough for this mission, and he was handed his assignment packet: find the terrorist known as Cheshire, gain her trust, turn her in. And the attached photo, hello.

Piece of cake. Right?

He had a couple of days before he shipped out. He was going to have to spend them with Vietnamese for Beginners.

((Establishy, but open for calls/texts/e-mail/etc.))

Roy's Crappy Apartment, New York, Monday Evening
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Roy came home from his job at a rehab clinic, beating up a mugger and stopping for takeout on the way, and decided he needed a shower first and foremost. He was halfway there when someone knocked on his door. He peered through the peephole and saw a man in a suit that screamed 'government,' so he opened the door without taking off the chain and asked through the resulting crack, "Yeah?"

Roy Harper?Collapse )

((Establishy, but can be open to calls/texts/e-mails/whatever after Roy's guest leaves!))

Room 503, Monday Afternoon
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Roy was thinking of making chili at some point in the nearish future. You know, as a way to properly welcome and horrify the new students. But making chili would require going to the grocery store, and he wasn't really feeling that, so right now he was staying indoors and doing crunches on the floor of his dorm room.

The life of a retired teen sidekick was so exciting. Truly.

And then he turned into--what, what was he, even? He couldn't tell. When he managed to get a look at himself in the mirror he seemed to be...some kind of raccoon? A red raccoon? Did those exist?

One thing was certain: he was too adorable to be legitimately allowed to exist. Dammit, he was supposed to be manly and tough, not...fluffy.

((Open to the roommate, should he wish.))

OOC: Availability
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Wow is my internet ever down. No clue when it will be back; I spent most of last night making twenty-something calls to tech support, with the call getting dropped every time it attempted to send me to hold, before I ever spoke to anyone, before they finally put up a message saying that they are aware of the problem and trying to fix it please be patient.

I hate being patient.

I'll be back...God knows. It could be resolved by the time I get home, for all I know. Or not. Probably not. Ugh.

This goes for exspeedydotcom, nohaircutsplz, ashockingbitch, eyebrowgoesup, and screwyoumarvel.

OOC: Availability of Whoops!
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I'm on vacation. Like, right now, as I post this. I have internet access but it's sporadic and unpredictable, and luckily I happened to remember I totally forgot to put up an availability notice before I left while I happened to also have said access. So uh...yeah. You may see me around a bit, but probably not very predictably. People who know who they are are in charge of my responsibilities. I'll be back for reals next Sunday!

Until then, I'm in Sonoma County, California, so I'll drink some wine for y'all.

This goes for exspeedydotcom, nohaircutsplz, ashockingbitch, eyebrowgoesup, and screwyoumarvel.

Room 503, Monday Late Afternoon
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When Roy had woken up girl again, he'd known exactly what he had to do: text Dick. Get on Titans vchat. Because Roy totally still had access.

He'd gotten back, I can't, some of us go to normal school.

So Roy had pouted and gone to the shooting range, and to the sex shop to traumatize Karla, and to the frat meeting, and given his girl body as much of a test drive as he could solo, making mental notes for future application to actual girls.

And now, finally, his phone had buzzed with a text message from Dick that he was home and what was going on?, and Roy had scrambled to his laptop, where he was now standing carefully out of webcam range while he waited for Dick to sign on.

"Okay," he said, "are you--you're wearing the mask, aren't you?"

Dick was totally wearing the mask.Collapse )

Superheroes: they handle weirdness differently.

((After he gets off the webcam, open door, open post!))

Room 503, Thursday Afternoon
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Roy was trying to work on his online precal assignment and wondering what the point was (seriously, he was never going to use this) when his phone rang. A quick glance revealed that it was a blocked number. It could be a telemarketer, but then it could also be any one of the various people he knew who had good reason to hide their identity, not that he was sure how they would have gotten this phone number. Still, it might be important, so...

In which Dick jokes are refrained from.Collapse )

((Closed door, open post.))

Jumping Onto the Speeding Bandwagon...
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Now that I got your attention with the icon...for my new girl go here. And now for the rest of the gang!

Roy HarperCollapse )

SpockCollapse )

Jenny SparksCollapse )

Steve RogersCollapse )

Jill/Jack McTeagueCollapse )

Skank Zero Hopeless-SavageCollapse )

Z DelgadoCollapse )

The Girl Behind The CurtainCollapse )

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