[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

[catchacold]

Look, Raymond. I got you figured out in under a minute, you ain't that much of an enigma.

[Maybe not what he wants to hear, but Leonard's never been one to sugarcoat things.]

But there's one thing that surprises me about you. You know what it is?

[shrinkage]

[ he can't help the joke. but his voice stays quiet; relatively somber: ]

My velvety singing voice?

[catchacold]

Nah. Haven't heard you sing.

[Not a request. Definitely not.]

You think about stuff like this. You're doubting yourself. You want to figure yourself out. You're not just a self-righteous bastard. You could change things up. That's more than Thawne's expecting, trust me.

[shrinkage]

[ he wants to say something, but he always messes up words with the rogues. so instead, ray nods his gratitude (and only just keeps his smile to a respectable wattage).

the validation makes him brave, and he looks up at snart, brightness turning up. ]

...You got stood up by the Flash?

[catchacold]

Yeah, he ain't the best with punctuality. Always running late.

[Which shouldn't really be a thing, considering he's the fastest man alive. Or up there, anyway.]

I have to plan our appointments.

[shrinkage]

It's a little below your skillset, but it is what you're good at.

[ captain planner! he's a hero! gonna take the temperature down to zero! ]

[catchacold]

Sure. In another life, I could have been a business admin.

[And a damn good one at that.]

Now shrink down, boyscout. See if you can't be useful.

[shrinkage]

Yes sir.

[ ray mock salutes snart and pushes away from the crate to go suit up. ]