cue the bug infestation gags
WHO: Ted Kord y Jaime Reyes; Blue Beetle squared! Khaji-Da can come, too.
WHERE: Ted's current place o' residence
WHEN: Today o'clock
WARNINGS: THIS IS HARMLESS
SUMMARY: advice-getting, lame joke-making, stress-alleviating legacy brotimes?
FORMAT: no
Jaime wasn't a huge fan of spontaneous visits, himself, and he doesn't put a whole lot of faith into the 'Drop in anytime!' line, since there was always, always a bad time to show up no matter what anyone could possibly say, but sometimes one had to just throw the dice and see what happened. Pessimistic mood he was in, he was inclined to believe he'd hit the unlucky jackpot and just be One More Problem to deal with; the Scarab's actual number-crunching odds weren't making much of an impact, if only to prolong the mood.
At least up until getting there, getting confirmation that at least nobody else was there, eliminating the possibility of interrupting anything. That was the point Jaime decided to can the glumness and put on a brighter-eyed face, best he could, and swoop down.
When in possession of super-cool alien bug wings, it was much more convenient and entertaining to skip the elevators and doors and just go straight for the glass. At least, Jaime thought so. And someone like Ted Kord probably had more inventive entrances and exits under his belt anyway.
The Scarab sent a preemptive Head's up to the nearest screen before Jaime had a chance to rap lightly on the window with his knuckles, waving upon notice. His teeth flashed a moment across the black, shoulder shrugging up in a sheepish fashion.
God, he thought, I'm kind of a jerk. How long has it been since I stopped by-?
...Don't answer that.
WHERE: Ted's current place o' residence
WHEN: Today o'clock
WARNINGS: THIS IS HARMLESS
SUMMARY: advice-getting, lame joke-making, stress-alleviating legacy brotimes?
FORMAT: no
Jaime wasn't a huge fan of spontaneous visits, himself, and he doesn't put a whole lot of faith into the 'Drop in anytime!' line, since there was always, always a bad time to show up no matter what anyone could possibly say, but sometimes one had to just throw the dice and see what happened. Pessimistic mood he was in, he was inclined to believe he'd hit the unlucky jackpot and just be One More Problem to deal with; the Scarab's actual number-crunching odds weren't making much of an impact, if only to prolong the mood.
At least up until getting there, getting confirmation that at least nobody else was there, eliminating the possibility of interrupting anything. That was the point Jaime decided to can the glumness and put on a brighter-eyed face, best he could, and swoop down.
When in possession of super-cool alien bug wings, it was much more convenient and entertaining to skip the elevators and doors and just go straight for the glass. At least, Jaime thought so. And someone like Ted Kord probably had more inventive entrances and exits under his belt anyway.
The Scarab sent a preemptive Head's up to the nearest screen before Jaime had a chance to rap lightly on the window with his knuckles, waving upon notice. His teeth flashed a moment across the black, shoulder shrugging up in a sheepish fashion.
God, he thought, I'm kind of a jerk. How long has it been since I stopped by-?
...Don't answer that.