[open] Space is Cold

[catchacold]

Who: Leonard and YOU
Where: The Citadel
When: all through the event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Len does all right in space, mostly by doing wrong
The Story:

1. Space Bar

A bar is a bar is a bar. Leonard doesn't find anything drastically different about this place, except for the aliens and the ice seemingly not melting, which has his attention more than the actual drink. He stands a bit apart from most of what's going on, leaning against the wall by a table and watching no one in particular.

Although, if someone comes in at the right - or wrong - time, they may find him sending cold looks edging on outright glares in the direction of his partner, who's probably having a bit too good a time, at least in Leonard's opinion.

2. Space Museum

What came first, the stealing or the art appreciation? In Leonard's case - having been born into a criminal family - it was the stealing. These days, however? It's genuine appreciating for its own sake too. He looks at the building from the outside first, appreciating the architecture but, of course, also casing the joint. Force of habit or actually leading up to something, it's anyone's guess.

Later he can be found inside, both appreciating the exhibition and inspecting the alarm system and other safety measures, a connoisseur of both art and art theft. He's subtle enough about the latter, but someone in a similar business or otherwise experienced may be able to pick up on it.

Space Wild Card

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Comments

ROCKET } first impressions, pre-heist

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's here because of the Geckos and because when a man (or a raccoonoid) like him hears about a heist, he's gonna do everything in power to get involved. fortunately, he has a lot to offer- a tech genius with deep familiarity with space-age security systems.

but even if Richie and Seth can vouch for his boasts, there's still the fact that there's a three foot tall raccoon sitting in the bar throwing his weight around. it begs questions.

just... be careful how you ask them.]

richie+kate

[seeingthings]

[Richie's pre-emptively warning Kate about what to expect as they walk over. It's probably that she's at least heard of this Rocket that he's mentioned from time to time, but he may have left out the bit about him being a cyborg raccoon alien.

What? It just...hadn't come up.]

...Just make sure you don't try to pet him. He hates that.

[At least he had the wherewithal to remember that like nugget of advice as he leads her toward the bar.

It's a giant ass space station/city and it's a bar, so Richie is definitely in a suit and tie, even if that might not coordinate with typical space fashion. He's going with what he knows.]

[catchacold]

[That sure is a talking, walking, thinking raccoon. Honestly, Leonard has seen a lot weirder by now, but there's still more than just a little novelty factor associated with it. He's curious, really, but there weren't many subtle ways to ask about these things, so he decides on something else.]

Next drink is on me. Guessing you can hold your liquor? Don't wanna risk taking a drunk guy [...raccoon....] on a heist.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket snorts derisively, the very model of sobriety right now. he's not so irresponsible to get good and drunk before a heist- afterwards was another story.] I know my limits- don't you worry your head about that, pal.

[catchacold]

From what I hear about you, you know a lot of things.

[Hey, he's not really doubting it. That's the only raccoon he's ever talked to, it really doesn't take much more suspension of disbelief to accept that he's a tech genius.]

What do you do back home?

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket chuckles.] Lots o' different things. Mostly mercenary work, but I got a knack for gettin' myself out of anything. You ain't gonna find a better tech expert escape artist than me.

[catchacold]

I've been hearing good things. [Of course, what he's just said only feeds into that.]

You're good with this kinda tech from around here too? From where I'm from most of it would be kinda futuristic. When I'm not time travelling, anyway.

[beatupgrass]

'Course you have. [and his ego grew three sizes that day]

This stuff's closer to what I'm used to- none of that archaic Earth stuff, anyway. [best not to ask about that time traveling stuff. he's heard enough of that vaguely from Rip to know he doesn't want any part of it.] Makes it way easier to get it to do what I want it to do.

[catchacold]

[See, it's a lot better to talk to Leonard about the time travel stuff, because then it is more focused on "How to best steal the coolest things in different time periods", but Rip would give anyone a headache.] Kinda like if you gave me only two sticks to make a fire, gotcha.

How do you get into places you're not supposed to go into with your tech then?

[beatupgrass]

You always start with the security- cameras, guards, whatever. It's easier to take out the patrols before you do anything, 'cause you can get a handle on what they carry and what it might be used for. Nothin' busts up a heist worse than thinkin' you're dealin' with a tech-oriented system and it turns out to be a biofeedback. Always assume there's more hurdles to jump through than there's gonna be. If you get to skip a step, good on you, but most of the time you can't.

[catchacold]

What exactly's biofeedback?

[Well, he's not an expert on this.]

I mean, I think I can figure it out, but, just to make sure. Before I get my biology fried off.

Otherwise, guess the basic framework hasn't changed. I've always been a planner.

[beatupgrass]

Eh. You know. Retinal scanners, fingerprints... Blood samples. People go freakin' crazy for that shit these days. 'Course it loses its touch if you're dealin' with people who got no qualms cuttin' off a finger or two.

[a beat] Not that I've ever done that. I always ask politely.

[catchacold]

Never doubted it. It's all about manners, ain't it?

An eye for an "excuse me, may I borrow your eye".

[There's a new proverb.]

Think we'll need any of that for this job? Ain't my usual style. I prefer taking time to plan, but...

[Wonderland.]

[beatupgrass]

Hah! That's exactly what I've said to people. It ain't even that harsh- people choose to get cybernetic enhancements all the time. So what if you lose one normal eye- you can get a better one down the street if you feel like it.

[he thumps his little hands on the bar, still snickering.] Look, you leave that part to me, champ. I plan for everything and if anything goes kerflooey, I'll plan around it. I got a strategical brain that can't be bested when it comes to shit like this.

[catchacold]

I had to freeze and shatter my hand once, to get out of handcuffs. [He moves his fingers on that hand that's very much and obviously there.] Regrew it, with the right technology. People are just whiners. [Clearly.]

M-hm. I ain't used to sitting back and not using my strategical brain.

[beatupgrass]

[Hardcore. Nice. Rocket shrugs his approval.] Yeah, yeah, you can run the gamut all you want on the ground. I got the tech side handled. I make sure nobody gets caught doing what they gotta do.

[this too many cooks thing is always the problem in heist situations- one of the reasons Rocket always prefers to work alone or with someone who is way too stupid to challenge him.

still. he has to admit this will go a lot more smoothly if all he has to worry about are the security systems.]

[catchacold]

[Sometimes a man just gotta shatter his hand.]

Sounds good to me. It's a shame, ain't it? So much talent gathered here, usually going to waste in Wonderland.

There ought to be something fun we can go after.

[beatupgrass]

The Core, maybe, but that thing'll suck your brain dry if you ain't careful, and I ain't lookin' to add my furry ass to Wonderland's collection of riddle-spoutin' locals.

[catchacold]

Can't blame you. I've got a hard time picturing you fitting in anyway, too much of an edge.

[Not that Rocket isn't adorably fluffy, something Leonard wisely doesn't say out loud.]

Life's really no fun without targets.

[boilover]

[Mick is really not good at first impression. Or holding back. Or not just saying the first thing that comes to his mind and sure, Leonard mentioned there would be a talking raccoon but it never seemed like it'd be a thing that'd throw him off.

Until he sees him. And that's kind of why his opening words just had to be;]

You're fuzzier than expected. [He huffs out a small laugh. Raccoons always looked like tiny little robbers. Seemed like a good profession for him.] I kind of thought Snart was taking the piss.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket flicks his ears as he debates whether or not to take offense to that. He decides against it- as far as things someone can say to set off his temper go, it's not that bad.]

And you're balder than I expected. Now that we're done statin' the obvious- which one are you?

[boilover]

Thanks, I recently shaved it.

[Hair is just flame fodder. Big nope when it comes to setting fires all the damn time.]

I'm Mick. Snart's partner. [He nods his head in greeting.] I'm the one that likes to burn things.

[beatupgrass]

Oh yeeeeah. Rip told me about you. [and suddenly he knows exactly why Rip thought they'd get along.] I can appreciate a guy who knows his way around a nice bit of arson.