Repose

[Locked to Gwendy R]
Well, I talked to Harry.

[Locked to Felicity H]
Hey, can we talk?

[Locked to Flash M]
Got a minute, sport?

Who: Flash, Gwen
Where: Facility
When: recently
What: seeing each other again, trying to act cool
Warnings: language, tba

( Flash had never been in a real life office, but he figured this looked like it was transplanted out of some paper company into a super spy facility. )

[Marta F.]

We need to talk.

How's it going? You go home yet?

[Locked to Flash M]

Hi.

Who: Flash and Felicity
Where: Facility
When: recently!
What: drinking with Reaper
Warnings: tba

( The dudebro was wearing a t-shirt, black hat and jeans- looking as fucking normal as possible which actually seemed pretty weird in a high tech laboratory. )

[Flash M]

So your sister and I? Used to hang out. Your Christmas card didn't suck.

[Harry R]

Still alive?

[Connie G]

So if Caleb signs up, the B and B is basically being run by Aegis.

[Public]

Is this the part where we make promises about clean living?

[Marta F.]

hey, i'm okay. reaper and i are recovering at the facility. sorry i had to bail on christmas.

[Gwen R.]

hey

[Public]
[To get his mind off shit:]

Anyone get a bad gift from secret santa?

[It happens at the end of the graveyard shift. The reports are scattered and confused. Some witnesses report two vehicles and six men, and some witnesses report six vehicles and twelve men, and some witnesses swear they saw monsters in the woods. Everyone is absolutely positive they heard gunfire. Lots and lots of gunfire. One thing is sure, something happened at the diner, and the results are visible in bloodstains from the back door and headed deep into the wooded area behind the diner. The police don't get very far, however, because the military shows up within minutes. They claim a training exercise got out of hand, and they offer to pay for any losses the incident caused. If there are bodies, no one gets to see them, monster or otherwise, and that's the last the military is willing to say on the subject.]

[Sometime Saturday/Sunday:]
Hey, got your note. You still with Gwen?

[A while later:]
Everything okay?

[After that:]
So I'm guessing we're off for Christmas buffet?

[And finally:]
Okay, just let me know you're still alive at some point.

[As an afterthought:]
Merry Christmas to you and Gwen.

***

( Christmas )

Who: Gwen, Flash (+Jason & The League NPCs)
What: Escape
Where: The (Good) Diner
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: F for Fighting

Gwen had two guards with her when she arrived at the diner for the graveyard shift, but she knew there were other guards in the vicinity; she could sense them. It wasn't a logical reason for certainty, but she was absolutely certain they were somewhere in the distance. She didn't have an exact feel for how many of them there were, but she knew some of them were on vehicles. She'd been hoping the two men who walked silently at her side would be all they had to contend with, but that totally wasn't the case.

She was wearing the things her Santa sent her, because they were super warm with her jeans. Her boots were made for snow, and her coat was puffy and insulated. The clothing was deliberate, and maybe it would compensate for the slowness that still clung to her after the previous day's medical procedure. The soreness lingered, but she hadn't mentioned it to the scientist; she didn't want to be denied access to work tonight. So, she wasn't at her best, but she was still determined to do her part to ensure everything went as they'd planned.

She had her RFID cloner with her, and she flicked it on as she walked toward the back of the diner to grab her apron and begin her shift. Inside, there was a regular at the counter, and there was a trucker in one of the booths. It was super quiet, which she was grateful for. She knew she was kind of endangering all these people, but she totally trusted Flash to keep the fighting away from civilians.

She started slicing the freshly baked apple pie, and she tried to look totally not nervous, despite being totally super nervous.

[Locked to Jason W (+Flash M)]

Hi, Jason. I work the graveyard shift tomorrow, and I'm going to attempt to escape from the guards then. I don't know how many there will be, and Flash suggested you be aware, in case we encounter difficulty. I've been talking to your brother and, at present, the plan is to get away and hide (I know a location without accessible communications, so they won't be able to utilize any tracking devices as long as I'm there), and concern ourselves with next steps once that's been accomplished.

Your brother feels that your dad's idea with the identification is a good start at making it less easy for the League to recapture me, and Flash's bosses are willing to help too, if I join their team. Your brother is also willing to assist in finding a medical professional to remove the port and RFID chip.

I know that was a lot of information.

[Out of the blue.]

Who missed me?


[And because their last call dropped, he phones MJ directly. Ring, ring.]

[As Marta:]

[Flash M.]
Yo, big bro. Are we feeling fucking festive this year?

[Gwen R.]
[She feels a little awkward about this, but...]
Hey Gwen. How's shit?

[Felicity H.]
So I feel like a dumbass because I just realized that when people were talking about Felicity, they meant you. Hey girl.

[As Sunshine:]

[Destiny & Billy]
So you guys got holiday plans? You want presents or anything? I feel like I want to get you something.

[It's not much. But this Santa has given all they can. A receipt for a $100 donation to Flash's chosen charity is tucked into a stocking. There's a card attached that simply reads "HAPPY HOLIDAYS!" It is sent via the USPS.]

[Locked to Flash M]
Hey. I have permission to go to work (with a guard), and to go to the cafeteria in the facility.

[Group: Jason W & MJ W]
I'm totally going to need you to do me a super big favor.

Merry Christmas! What do you want to ask Santa for?

[As Sunshine F.]

So what the fuck. First Christmas pukes all over those cars in town and now we've got some gift giving bullshit? I get the decorating, but aren't you usually supposed to sign up for shit like secret Santa?

[After this.]

So Felicity got ahold of Mr. Ryan, and he's saying his son's doing fine. Also, they fired me.

[Nick M.]

Hey, Gwen's not feeling great so she won't be at work for a little while.

[Marta F.]

hey dude