[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

[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?"

[catchacold]

"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.

[catchacold]

"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?"