Indy and Mike's suite

[henry_jones_jr]

At the far end of the living room, Indy sets his glass down by the liquor cabinet and pours himself another bourbon. He's a little flushed, and beads of sweat stand out on his forehead. He doesn't seem to be in any discomfort though

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[henry_jones_jr]

It's not the chanting but the soft snick of the door closing that breaks Indy from his reverie. He turns and wanders back towards the kitchen, tumbler in hand.

"Mikey?" he says as he reaches the breakfast bar.

He leans forward onto the surface, supporting himself on his elbows. His tone's kinda whimsical and unfocused, and he's not really looking at his roomie either.

"If you could have any super power beyond your normal ninjistic abilities, what would it be?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Super speed would make my job a lot easier," Indy muses. "Like Barry's."

"I mean, how much easier would it be to zip in, grab the prize, and zip back out? Before the booby traps even have a chance to fire. And I could be gone before the competition or the locals even got wind of it."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Yeah. I know. That's the downside."

Indy's eyes are trained loosely on the contents of his glass.

"It'd take all the fun out of it."

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy shifts his gaze to the new glass, wrinkling his nose slightly.

"I guess. Plus... there's that whole 'doing good for others', 'no personal gain' thing."

He pulls absently at the collar of his t-shirt, in an effort to unstick the rest of the garment from his torso.

"Maybe I'd be better off with low grade web-slinging abilities," he wonders. "To swing across the chasms and net the bad guys, and... stuff? I wouldn't mind the radioactive bite bit either. Spiders don't freak me out, and I've got a decent pain threshold."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Heh. Right."

"No lycra or spandex costumes though," he points out suddenly. "Just... wouldn't work with my type of expeditions. Then again. Nor would any kind of super human powers."

"Oh well..." he sighs, and refocuses somewhat.

"What would Admiral Retardo's special skill be?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy has to think about that for a moment. Apparently, kitting out a new super villain with powers is a delicate procedure, requiring a great deal of deliberation.

Eventually though, he accedes.

"So, in effect, he gets his evil way by making other people look like idiots." He nods firmly. "Yeah. That'd work."

[copper_fray]

Erin knocks twice, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders before opening the door and striding through.

The smile doesn't look quite real, and she gives it up pretty fast.

"Hey Indy, Mike. Either of you seen Harth around?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Erin!" Indy says happily. Perhaps a little too happily.

"Harth? Uh uh."

He's always felt that the less seen of Harth, the better.