Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win

[pluckyreporter]

WHO: Roxanne and well-wishers (plus one really angry alien)
WHERE: The Ritchi House
WHEN: December 30th, Friday Morning - January 6th, Friday.
WARNINGS: Should be none.
SUMMARY: Roxanne's busted up. Come visit.
FORMAT: Looooooooooog (Just leave a note on what day you're visiting in the subject line!)


Roxanne sure as hell wasn't going anywhere after her encounter with Hal. So she was all cozied up at home, with some really good post-surgery painkillers, a brain bot to warm her feet, and a whole week of not leaving the house for pretty much any reason at all. But she'd take visitors. Maybe. If you weren't Hal.

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[pluckyreporter]

Roxanne has pondered those parallels herself over the last couple of days; not just with Hal and Flint (though that's bubbled up in her brain) but in the other relationships she's formed here. Who fills what roles and why...

She comes to the door-- jeans and a tanktop with a cardigan over her shoulders, since putting anything with sleeves on around that monstrous cast and fixator is a pain in the ass. But at least she's gotten to the point where she's not constantly in her pajamas.

"Flint," it comes out surprised, but she smiles shortly after, warming immediately. She's fond of him, and his peculiar criminal honor. "Come in."

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This was both simpler and a bit more awkward than he expected, but he enters her house easily. He can't quite take his eyes off that cast though.

He grunts and opens his mouth to say something - and does say something when he probably shouldn't have.

"That Hal character do that?"

[pluckyreporter]

"Yes," she replied. "Have a seat, stay a while. I can tell you the whole gory story if you like. But -- I'd honestly rather not."

She gestured toward her living room, going to where she'd been curled up-- turning off the TV. "Elo, baby, come here--" She beckons the brainbot from one of the chairs, and he floats over to the couch and curls back up again.

Weird little robots. But at least there's only one here now.

[someonetoscold]

Flint took a seat, feeling big and luggish. He started looking around her place and eyeing that weird robot. He wasn't sure what bothered him more - that there was a weird robot, or that it seemed almost normal to see one.

He didn't press her for details, but he couldn't help but growl, "That guy. Next time he comes 'round, I'll teach him a lesson."

[pluckyreporter]

She pats the robot (and the dome crackles with plasma) before she looks back at Flint.

"You don't have to do that. And while I know you can out think him, and could probably take a Metro sized beating from him and not even have a black eye for it later.... I'd really rather not deal with him at all, or have anybody else need to," Roxanne said with a thin smile.

All she needed was a bunch of supers pounding each other in the name of her honor or defense. It was like some sort of- crazy dream.

[someonetoscold]

His ego is really easy to stroke and he's satisfied. He's a bit too eager to assume the matter is settled and relaxes a bit, although it helps that he has mentally decided that if he ever sees Hal's face in person he'd give it a great big punch.

"If you're good with that," he says, with a shrug, "Can't say that revenge is always all its cracked up to be. All I'm saying is if."

In a lot of ways, Flint was a man of the moment. He gestures to the robot.

"You keeping those things as pets now?"

[pluckyreporter]

Roxanne knows it isn't settled--but she knows that likely it'll boil down to her, Titan and Megamind-- and a mess. A big mess. The fewer people endangered or involved, the better. Roxanne likes her private life private, and Hal has no concept of what 'privacy' even looks like.

"If... it comes to that, which I hope it won't, I'll let you know," she replied with a wry twist of her life. Knight in sandstone armor, Flint Marko. Who knew?

His question gets a glance to the robot, and she shakes her head. Not a pet, even if they acted like it a lot of the time.

"No, they've mostly been returned to Megamind. This one just-- likes me best, I guess, and keeps coming back to the house. And he's still useful." The robot didn't move, clearly not knowing or not caring if it was being spoken about.

People who are the worst and super-late: Me

[someonetoscold]

He tries to give her a reassuring smile but there's an element to leer to it. "You know I got your back."

Flint holds out a hand as if it were a dog and twitches his fingers at it. "Eh, can't be that bad in that case. C'mere you little robot thing."

[pluckyreporter]

Roxanne laughs, but the brainbot perks and then meanders over-- to turn that eye (cyclopean, on a stalk) around and consider what those fingers meant. It made a bowg bowg noise, querulous and confused.

"I know you do," leer or no leer -- she just let it roll off her back. He wasn't, after all, Hal. "I just-- don't like being back in this position, is all. If it can be resolved without having to spend months repairing the City and I can avoid being tied to the Empire State Building, I'll count it as a win."

[someonetoscold]

"Eh, this place seems to get broken up every week, I'm sure it can take it."

He's poking a bit of fun here, hoping to cheer her up. He shifts the tips of his fingers into little biting mouths, Mario monster style, cheerfully making barking movements at the bot's eye.

[pluckyreporter]

She does laugh-- and does cheer, her smile returning. Even an arm in a cast can't quite get her down. Leaning back in her seat she says, "I don't I know if the budget can. It's a wonder Mayor Hundred hasn't lost his hair with all the stuff that he deals with."

The brainbot begins to bowg bowg moving more animatedly as it gets agitated. It's never seen anything do that before.

"He's totally going to take your hand off-- or make a try for it, if you keep that up," she warns, though she's smirking. She knows that it probably won't hurt Flint at all -- or he wouldn't risk it.

[someonetoscold]

"Things like that always got more bucks than they let on, y'know?"

He stretches his fingers into little dancing sand tentacles now, that sway in a relaxing sort of way."I can take it, no problem. Isn't that right, little robot guy?"

[pluckyreporter]

"Maybe they do. I mean, the Ciy's not leveled, so someone has deep pockets somewhere," Roxanne mused a moment on the subject. "Still, didn't stop me from helping out. Even if it was just getting on the silly holiday album."

Those bear trap jaws sag open and clink shut; the brainbot bowg bowgs again, before it turns it's single eye to Roxanne, obviously looking for instruction.

"Play nice," she says. "You know he plays fetch, too. Just have to use a wrench instead of a bone or frisbee."