And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


BACKROOM INVASION! Tag freely! Threadhop! Make crack! It's not canon and it doesn't really happen! Allons-y!

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[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"Guess," Jason suggests sulkily, dropping into an armchair nearby with a sullen scowl.

"I had the thirtieth."

[notlikehim.livejournal.com]

"You know," Tim says helpfully, smirking, "just because he had the twenty-first doesn't mean you couldn't have also picked it.

"I did."

He waves a handful of winnings under his erstwhile brother's nose.

[not-purple.livejournal.com]

"Be nice, boys," the close-to-forty woman advises them, wearing a smirk that shares plenty with both twenty-somethings. "Poor Alex didn't ask for an invasion of ex-Robins, let alone one in full battle mode."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"You two aren't even from this game!" Jason scowls at them both. "You're not from any legit game. Bugger off."

[sdelmonte]

"No, it's okay. I'm fine with Robins.

"Well, expect Carrie Kelly. I'm not talking with anyone Miller created these days." Goddamn Batman indeed.

[not-purple.livejournal.com]

"Hey, that's my daughter you're talking about," the old Steph informs him, grinning. "Fandom rabbithole theory or not."

[sdelmonte]

Blink. "So she's not the daughter of the new police commissioner? Well, there goes that theory."

[not-purple.livejournal.com]

"She might be," Steph says cheerfully. "Probably is, in at least twelve other splinter universes. Weaves' entire theory is based around the fact that my baby's father had red hair and the timelines sorta vaguely match up. She's daft that way.

"...she's not here, is she?" Steph looks around a little guiltily.

[sdelmonte]

"You as a young woman, you mean? Or your daughter? Because I haven't seen Steph in ages - that is, my pups haven't seen her in ages. And no one ever apped Carrie Kelly." Which is just a little surprising.

[sdelmonte]

"Hey." He wonders if it's fair to warn Jason about the 900 number. "I had late February, like last year. But I guess they didn't want to compete with the Oscars.

"How's Gotham doing?"

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"It's Gotham." Jason shrugs, sulky. "How d'you think it's doing?"

[sdelmonte]

"In your case, since you have Starlin writing you, not badly.

"You meet the KGBeast yet?" He's not the kind to fanboy Robins. Especially Jason. But he has to ask all the fanboy questions, doesn't he?

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Jason eyes him even more suspiciously.

"Why would a normal kid like me meet someone like that?"

He hasn't quite grasped the 'fictional character' theory yet.

[sdelmonte]

"Ah. I get it now. You're pre=Robin.

"Which is good. You shouldn't rush that way. Because of all the angst. And the retcons. And Countdown. You don't want to rush to Countdown." Oh, if only Didio would come in tonight so that everyone could gang up on him.

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Jason leans forward and pins him with a piercing stare. Well ... for a fourteen-year-old.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says very clearly, and then hisses "but how do you know about the Robin thing!?"

[sdelmonte]

"Comics. TV shows. Movies. Sort of." He asks the Bar for the trade paperback of Robin: Year One.

"This is your first Meet the Muns night, isn't it?"

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"What's it t'you if it is?" Jason demands. Snottily.

But he takes the book.

[sdelmonte]

"Lord, I hope I wasn't like that at your age." Which he wasn't.

"See, this is the history of the first Robin. We have all sorts of goodies like that. Though this is one of the better ones. Dixon really gets Robins."