When the poor brain is cracking

[eatshootsnleves]

Who: Roy's crew! And hecklers.
What: Recruiting! Quicklog. Please crosstag and threadjack; this is about meeting each other!
Where: The docks!
When: Last and this week! Just about anytime from Roy's call until they cast off, before or after Alma goes crazy. Whateva and wheneva you like, bbs.

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[speedintraining]

[And here's Bart Impulse, whizzing madly around the docks, moving things here and there, packing, getting ready (possibly even just moving the same thing to eight different locations in one minute). He could probably have the entire voyage packed and ready in two minutes, but most of this is just nervous energy being spent.

But hey! If you can catch him in one place for long enough, he'd be glad to talk. 8D]

[bratwonder]

[He'll just drop his small bag in with Impulse's stuff then.]

[speedintraining]

[wh--hey! That's not his stuff. Impulse pauses to scrutinize it for a whole eighth of a second before he places it, and then he's happy to move it with the rest of his stuff. The owner of that particular bag is always welcome.]

[bratwonder]

[He's also down in crew's quarters inspecting the digs, since he knows Impulse is the only one who'll catch him here. Anybody else, he'd hear coming.

He braces himself a little bit. Bart hasn't seen the new duds yet.]

[speedintraining]

[True enough, Impulse is there eventually. He's everywhere eventually. He skids to a stop to see he's not alone, automatically grinning to recognize the figure.]

Hey Rob-- [pause; peer] ...in?

[bratwonder]

[Steps out from behind that support column. Ducks a hammock.]

Kinda.

... Hey, Impulse.

[speedintraining]

Whoa.

[His mood hasn't exactly been the highest lately, but this? This catches his attention, makes him grin a little.]

That's... that's pretty cool! [whizzing in for a closer look -- several, actually, and all from different angles.] You changed it? How come? Who did it? I like the blue! That's a lotta black, too. I bet Batman'd like it. When did you do it? [barest of pauses] Do I still call you Robin?

[bratwonder]

Yeah, wanted to, Alphonse, last week, thanks. [As usual, just the effort of keeping up with all that makes him smile. Another quick beat.]

It's Blackbird, now. [Flicks his gaze down.] Thought it was time.

[speedintraining]

Blackbird?

[He says it like he's sounding it out. A pause for thought, and then--]

I don't think blackbirds have any blue on them.

[bratwonder]

Oh, yeah? Well I don't think electrical Impulses have any color at all. [Chestpoke, yeah, take THAT]

... 'sides. [Considering that gauntlet.] S'not about that.

[speedintraining]

[He would contest that, but... darn, Blackbird's right. That's no fun.]

Yeah, fine. What's it...

[It might be a testament to Impulse's time here so far that he manages to guess the answer before the question actually makes it out.]

Oh. Right.

[bratwonder]

[Pause. A flickered glance up from his all-too-obvious blue stripe.

... Ruffles Impulse's hair. Quick but deliberate, like a test run.]

I'll see you when we cast off. Yeah?

[speedintraining]

Yeah.

[Ever-so-slightly thoughtful makes a shift toward a grin, which edges toward cocky.]

Bet I'll see you at least fifty times before that, though.

[bratwonder]

[A snicker, and an eyeroll.] Sure. Keep dreaming, Impulse.

[Just for that, he's gonna be extra invisible this week. Starting with this fade into the shadows.

Seeing Stevie doesn't count.]

[speedintraining]

You'll see!

[The laugh seems to last a little longer than Impulse himself does, and all that's there to tell of his exit is a couple swinging hammocks.]