[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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[catchacold]

"Ah, you met the kiddie version. Yeah, he grew up well." Leonard may be, most definitely is biased, but he's been around when Mick grew up for real, every year, sometimes almost every day. Bias or not, he knows what he's talking about. "He's excited to get alien lap dances or he might say hi."

But clearly those alien lap dances are just too damn important to pay attention to anything else.

[crisised]

She snorts. Honest to god, lets out a derisive snort as she shakes her head, only just stopping herself from saying something along the lines of 'typical man.' Though she is most definitely thinking it.

"You humans are so strange. Most of you get hung up on minor differences in appearance in your own species, but blue skin and tentacles where you have hair aren't off-putting?" Kara shakes her head and, in lieu of moving to a table or snagging a chair, decides to sit mid-air. "Some times I think you all will never make sense."

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"You an alien? Anyway, I don't know. It's simple science, biology, you're supposed to be attracted to certain features, look for similarities, that kinda stuff." Leonard shrugs, not sure how much he can get in on the speciesism. He hasn't exactly met any aliens so far, just a couple vampires and an assortment of others. "Anyway, don't ask me. I find most people off-putting, alien or not."

[crisised]

"I'm Kryptonian." Which is to say, yes, she's an alien.

She looks back over at Leonard, faintly and wryly amused. "I bet the misanthropy helps in your line of work, huh?" It must be easier to steal and potentially hurt people when you don't give a damn about humanity in general.

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"Good for you." He has no idea what that means, but he'll just assume it means that, yes, she's an alien. After considering her question for a moment, he shakes his head. "Doubt it. I'm entirely too humanitarian for that." He's never killed more than he's considered necessary and he's always seen the need for restraint and rules. He can't claim sociopathy or even just a lack of empathy, no excuse like that. "I just like the game. Don't you?"

[crisised]

All the amusement vanishes.

"No." Kara pauses, frowns. Amends that statement. "I like a good fight. I like the chase, when the world isn't at stake. But the world is at stake every Tuesday where I come from." It's exhausting. And it's nothing like a game. Not with the things she sees and deals with on a regular basis.

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"Hm. See, where I'm from, for years, it was never about the world. Then things changed." Leonard leans his head back a little, reaching into his glass to fish out one of the ice cubes and set it down on the table he's leaning against. He passes it back and forth between two fingers, sliding it across the surface like a miniature version of hockey. "I guess when it started to be about the world, I picked the world's side."

For better or worse.

[crisised]

Well, that's unexpected. She knows peripherally that the Rogues always had something of a code. They were never the world domination type, or even very homicidal. But hearing that and having a version of Captain Cold outright say something like that are two different things.

It makes her smile again.

"That's not very villainous of you."

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"Now you sound like the Flash." Even if in a slightly different context, but otherwise, pretty much entirely the same. Leonard supposes they have a point. "World ain't black and white. I ain't a good guy, I've got no interest being a hero. Doesn't mean everything I do has to fuck someone over."

To put it bluntly. However, there's a smirk. "Although if it happens to do that while saving the world, that's a nice bonus."

[crisised]

"He's a pretty cool guy." Badumtish. "There are worse people to be compared to."

Her little smile turns into a grin at his words. "Cheers to you, though. The world could use a few more anti-heroes, in my opinion." More people willing to do the things heroes either can't or won't. It's not a popular opinion--in fact, Kara's willing to bet her cousin would be frowning all disappointed at her if he heard her say that--but after seeing the things she has, thinking anything else is difficult.

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"More of an anti-villain, I'd say." If he had the chance, he'd make business cards declaring as much. He's come to terms with that by now, no need to have a crisis over not being the big bad. He's the best at what he dies, that's all the ambition he really needs. Leonard finishes his drink and casts a glance Mick's way, then he looks back at Kara. "You thinking we can find somewhere more fun?"

[crisised]

The look on her face says "I don't think that's a real thing" even if Kara herself holds her tongue while Leonard finishes his drink.

He asks his question and Kara glances at Mick, then raises an eyebrow at Leonard. "Have you been to the Silversun Strip yet?" She is willing to bet good money either that casinos, the crazy space arcade, or the arena will catch their attention.

[catchacold]

With one finger, Leonard flips the ice cube he's been playing with in Mick's direction, although he doesn't wait to see whether it lands. Instead he turns and heads for the door, eyes on Kara. "No, but I like silver. Sounds promising."

Apparently he's just going to ditch Mick, but it's not as if he doesn't seem occupied. "Lead the way, Kara."

[crisised]

Lead the way she does, floating through the press of bodies until they're outside the bar, the thumping of the bass muffled behind automatic doors. She takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air (or what passes for it on a space station) before turning to Leonard.

"Alright, two important questions," she says. "One, what should I call you? Leonard? Captain? Snart?" She pauses and then looks entirely too innocent. "... Nard?

"Two, would you rather get a cab or have me fly us there?" Since that is a thing she can do and she's not overly fond of cars. And even less fond of other drivers.

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"Snart is most common, but Leonard or Len's fine too." Just not Lenny, that one is apparently reserved to two people and neither of them seems likely to stop with that. No, Nard is not an option that he's even willing to contemplate.

"I got a car." Got it, stole it, whatever. "Ain't really down with getting carried around."

For one thing, it involves entirely too much touching, for another, he can't think of a way it wouldn't be awkward.

[crisised]

"Len it is, then." If only because 'Mick and Len' rolls off the tongue better than 'Mick and Leonard.' If one of them gets the first name, the other probably should too.

"Fair enough." There's a lot of people who don't particularly like being carried. Doesn't really surprise her that he's one of them.

Kara lands lightly on the ground and looks around at the parked cars nearby. "So which one's your ride?"

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"There." Leonard indicates the car, already walking towards it. It's in good shape, even if the backseat seems to be somewhere between upright and folded over. That's not on Leonard.

"My teammate doesn't know how to sit." Ray, it seems sometimes, really doesn't know much of anything. "Want to drive or...?"

Not presuming, he hold up the keys, fine either way. As long as everyone's wearing their seatbelt, he's not that particular. "It's stolen, but, you know, I'll be a good boy and give it back after the event."

[crisised]

She rolls her eyes and doesn't comment on how it's stolen. Or the fact that he can't exactly give it back later because it doesn't really exist. And that train of thought stops right there because it's way too philosophical for a night like tonight.

"I don't really drive." Why would she, when she can fly everywhere? "But I will take shotgun."

Kara ducks into the car and, yes, buckles up even if she doesn't technically need the protection. She doesn't want to deal with picking bits of windshield out of her hair if they do get into a crash.

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"You just tell me where to go." He puts his own seat belt on and starts the car, lifting up off the ground and following the stream of traffic. In the air. There is a tiny, tiny part of him that is just the slightest part giddy about all this. The future is now.

"Guess this is more like homecoming for you?"