Rooftops are Win

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Stephanie Brown had a lot of reasons to be happy. She was alive, not-a-zombie, and apparently imbued with latent magical abilities. However, at this very moment, her happiness was primarily due to the fact that she was standing hundreds of feet above ground level, Spoiler costume on, with a new grappling hook in hand. Batkids were weird that way.

Steph a deep breath, and dived off of the edge the Owlery. She released her hook (admittedly waiting a few feet longer than would usually be safe, due to the lovely ‘no-kill’ spell in place), landed on top of a gargoyle, and sighed contently.

"Still got it."

((Open RP- If you’ve got a character likely to hang out on rooftops, come say hi!))

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[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Sure did! There's a more pretentious term for it, but rope is rope, as far as I'm concerned." Steph glanced over at the Owlery. Sticky. "So, does that stuff dissolve eventually?"

((Reposted for grammar!))

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Ignore the icon, the mask is still on. XD))

"Yeah, it should in about an hour, if I'm right. I didn't use much, so it's not like anything's going to get stuck in it. Dries quick." She has a sudden mental image of owls getting stuck in a huge spiderweb. "Took me a few tries to get it close enough for a field test."

She realizes the whole sitting-on-a-wall position is a little awkward (at least for talking) and clambers up to the actual roof itself. "That and I was getting a little stir crazy. You new? I don't think I've seen any other masks since I got here."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Really? I've seen nothing but! But yeah, I'm pretty new." She started counting off on her fingers. "Some guy in a domino mask at my sorting...then Batman and Superman were unpopcorned, and this guy named Manticore just arrived. How long have you been here?"

((Reposted because I read the last post wrong. Gah, batting a thousand...))

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((If it makes you feel any better, I missed that.))

"About four months now. But I showed up in civvies, so to speak. And there hasn't been much of an excuse to break out the spandex." She shrugs. "I figure it'd be easier to explain a random superhero on the rooftops in case anyone I knew spotted me. I've heard secret identities are kind of a lost cause here, but figuring out mine leads to figuring out others, if you know what I mean."

It takes her a second to fully process part of what she's heard. "Batman and Superman... unpopcorned? Wait, people really do turn into huge popcorn kernels? I thought that was someone just messing with me on the Secrets Board!"

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"I'm jealous! I was dropped off in-uniform, and establishing a civilian id is kind of tricky. I wouldn't even bother, except that I'm in the same boat as you. Figure out who I am, and it's not so hard to figure out some other folk." Spoiler was a third-string hero, but Gotham couldn't afford to lose Batman.

"Apparently there's a room full of them. People unpop relatively unharmed, saved for some butter-induced acne."

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Ninja post from class!))

"In-uniform? Ouch. Middle of a fight?" This can be good or bad, depending on how the fight was going at the time. "Yeah, when it's just your secret, that's no big deal, but when it ties into others' secrets... not going there. I would never hear the end of it."

"Butter-induced acne? Ugh. Next owl that gets home, I'm asking for them to send me some Neutrogena just to be safe." She extends a hand. "Anyway, hi. I'm Spider-Girl."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly. I wasn't much in the middle of anything. Dead gal," she explained.

"Yeah, I've already stocked up. Thank goodness for mail order!" She stuck out a hand. "Spoiler! Glad to meet you."

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Hmm, Manticore's still in the Sorting Room, wonder if I can bend HH!time to have May show up in costume there after this convo? Need to make another costumed icon, really. XD))

"Really? Wow. Seems to be a lot of people showing up who've been dead. Ought to be a club." She doesn't know about the Dead Girls Club, having been sorted after the last meeting or, if her mun screwed up, didn't see the fliers.

"Mail order? Heh, if I had the money, maybe, but I can usually blackmail a friend of mine for free. All I have to do is suggest telling his wife an embarrassing childhood story." She grins (although, like Spoiler, you can't tell behind the full face mask) and accepts the handshake. "Nice to meet you too."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

((Doooo it! Capes unite. Even if your character doesn't technically have a cape!))

"Hmm. I wonder what group outings a Dead Girls Club organizes." Eating brains? Botox circles?

"Blackmail?" Steph laughed. "And you seemed like one of the good ones!"

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Well, yeah, there's wind resistance to worry about. That and jet engines. *suddenly has wild urge to app Edna Mode* No! Bad brain! We already owe a sockpuppeting!))

"Good question. Maybe shopping trips to keep up with the times if they were dead for a while?" Although she's probably not the one to go to for that, given her own sporadic fashion sense.

May laughs too. "Oh, he knows I won't do it. Probably. He's got as much dirt on me, anyway. Although I do owe him for the stuff he's let slip." You do not tell your fiancee about the couple of times you babysat for May without expecting to have said fiancee find out about the infamous peanut butter incident when you were ten.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"I didn't even think about that. I didn't die that long ago...people still wear t-shirts, right? And pants?" She's mostly kidding. Mostly!

"Aw, nuts. Here I thought I had arch-enemy material on my hands! Are you sure you don't feel like committing a few minor crimes? Feather-ruffling, perhaps elf-napping?"

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Sorry about the delay again. Airport pick-up took a LOT more time last night than I thought it would.))

"Yeah, and they still wear ridiculously overpriced crap that's supposed to be 'in.' Seriously, if I want a pair of ripped jeans I can go tear up an old pair myself, not pay fifty bucks at an Abercrombie and Fitch." This is one of the few fashion sentiments she and her mother share. "And don't even get me started on Old Navy."

"Elf-napping? Why? They wouldn't care. The only thing that frightens them is the prospect of someone throwing clothes at them. Like free will is a death sentence or something." She's yet to find a house-elf that likes the idea of freedom, although Penny's showed her there are a few. "As for feather-ruffling, who're you thinking of specifically?"

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

((No worries!))

"Oh, I hate Old Navy. Three runs in the washer, and the clothes break apart."

"I was wondering about that. One of those little guys popped into my room while I was unpacking, and practically ran away screaming when I asked him to hold my cape." Weird. "Why Spider-Girl, was that a proposition?"

Steph couldn't think of anyone at the moment in need a good feather ruffling, but you never knew!

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Check your e-mail, btw!))

"Yeah, giving a house elf clothes of any kind pretty much releases them from servitude, and most of them act like that's a death sentence. Not like it's intuitive - how are we supposed to know a random piece of clothing equates to freedom? Freedom fries were dumb enough, but freedom socks? That's a new one, even here!"

"Nah. I don't know anyone right now who deserves it. Thought you had someone in mind. Not that I'd be against it if you did." Willfully harassing people? Not her thing. But she wasn't above pranking those who deserved it. The look on a certain pair of idiots' faces when she swapped the video camera they'd put in the girls' locker room to the boys' locker room was priceless.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

For some reason, Steph got an image of Amanda Waller hocking red and blue gym socks. Priceless. "You're punny!"

"There might be this one guy who deserves a good pranking. It's a developing story." If he was who she thought he was, Tightpants was on some pretty thin ice. "But so far, everyone here seems all right."