39th Hangover - Heroes Never Die

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[Mark Matthews is reading the paper tonight before bed. There's a glass of scotch by his side and that big fake smile on his face.

That smile turns into a frown when he realizes he can't comprehend what the newspaper is saying.

The Captain is back, losing a few IQ points when undroning.

He takes the glass of scotch and downs it it on gulp, barely tasting it. Making his way over to the phone.]


[Phone | Everyone]

☠☠☠☠, I'm back again. Not like this town has anywhere to send me anyways.

Whose bushes did I ☠☠☠☠ in to deserve being punished like that anyways?


[Action | 950 Beulah Street residents]

[The Captain just won't settle for the clothes his drone self liked to wear. Going to his closet.

He strips down to his boxers first.

Suiting up, he puts on a pair of camo, cargo pants.

Then a gray t-shirt with a big black star on the chest.

Socks and Red Converse high tops go on next.

Lastly, he throws on the stained, worn out duster and let's it settle on his shoulders.

The Captain is back!]


[Action | On the streets]

[The Captain is going to the bar. Because where else does he go to cope with anything?

He'll walk the first few blocks before remembering he is a ☠☠☠☠ super hero. He launches himself into the air and flys the rest of the way.]


[Action | Olney's Tavern]

[The Captain starts light, shots of whiskey and beers for chasers.

Soon enough he'll just order the bottle and stop the pretense of chasers.

He's sitting alone at a table at the moment but he doesn't seem to be glaring people away from joining him.]

Comments

[Action in the house, yo]

[distortits.livejournal.com]

[Things were pleasant for a while in the household, as Fujino didn't have any trouble getting by. Then again, all she did was greet her drone father, eat her breakfast, and go out for the day before coming back later to tidy up the house and read. One would think that it'd be a lonely existence, but to her? Not quite so much, given that drones don't really care if you murdered half a dozen people in your past. Not like she ever told anybody anyway, she's keeping that a secret for now.

However, as she opened the door, her jaw dropped a bit at the sight of her 'father' wearing different clothes. Though it might have been odd and would've raised a mere eyebrow to others if they witnessed it, she was at a loss for words for the time being.

What even.]

Re: [Action in the house, yo]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Last time he checked, she wasn't one of his drone children.

So he'll just assume she is breaking in.

Frowning at her.]

You lost or you like sneaking into my ☠☠☠☠ house?

Re: [Action in the house, yo]

[distortits.livejournal.com]

Eh?

[Oookay, that is a little scary. Drone father, wth are you doing.]

N-no, father-- I mean, sir! I live here, h-honest!

[Action in the house, yo]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Father?... Oh ☠☠☠☠ me.

So you're the new victim stuck in here with me? Do I got anyone else or are they all just drones too?

[Action in the house, yo]

[distortits.livejournal.com]

Mm...not that I recall, I suppose. V-Victim...?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa has been worried that so many had not recovered from the Independence Day dronings, so she was happy to see that ratty duster. ]

[ She smiles and waves happily as the Captain flies over. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He slows up and waves back. Drones never liked when he flew, so that probably meant she was fine.

Circling around before hovering just overhead.]

How's it going?

[ooeeooahah]

Well, just dealing with the town, and even if it is horrible to wish that someone were here, glad to see you back in control.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Not like I have anywhere else to go right?

What are they going to do? Send me back.

[He would sound bitter but right now he is glad to be back.]

They won't get away from me that easy.

[ooeeooahah]

No, not that quick, either. There's a few more angry people here, and eventually we'll hit the combination to get everyone out.

[Action | On the streets]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

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[<small Shana is bouncing roof to roof, using her Flame haze transformation to give her the speed and strength to keep up, if only barely, launching herself across long gaps between the houses as a cloak that the Captain hasn't seen before flutters out behind her. </small>]

[Action | On the streets]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Hey, that's new. He'll pace her.]

Got some new tricks there kid?

Re: [Action | On the streets]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

I sure do!

[Action | On the streets]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Good, holding up okay?

[He flew at a slow pace. Even sober, his flying wasn't too steady.]

Re: [Action | On the streets]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Better now that Wilhemina is here! She was... my mentor! [ Shana beams a bit at the captain ]

You should meet her!

[phone]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hey! Damn, I thought you'd been too quiet. Welcome back as much as it is.

[phone]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, better here than anywhere else right?

Did I miss much?

Re: [phone]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Nah, just the 4th of July festivities. Oh it was so much fun flitting in and out of being fuckin' droned completely. [This process kind of wore on Ken a little bit.]

But thankfully that was just for the day.

[phone]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

... I don't even know what I would have done. Guess it doesn't matter since I was playing good old Mr. Matthews at the time.

Hey, Ken, do me a favor next time this happens to me?

[phone]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

If you're gonna ask me to shoot you, just keep in mind I don't got any guns of my own so it would take me a day to get a hold of one.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He's already there; he's been there for awhile from the way he's resting his head on his arm which is draped carelessly over a table. Ever since the partial droning on the 4th of July, Holland has decided that getting drunk out of his mind after work is a good remedy to life in Mayfield. At least for now.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's a familiar face. Only this guy is usually in far better shape.

The Captain sits down with his own bottle and frowns at him.]

You know, I hear that ☠☠☠☠ is bad for you.

[Yeah, he's making a joke. Or trying while still trying to sound grumpy.]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[ . . . did The Captain say something, because even if he heard him Holland just doesn't care enough to move.

He's hit it pretty hard; if they were going to toy with his memories so easily, he didn't want to remember anything, and the best solution he'd found so far was the bar.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Sounds about right.]

You drink yourself to death there?

I'm not burying you. Beats the hangover you'd get otherwise though.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[Eventually, it does register that somebody was talking to him. He wasn't rude, not exactly -- just very, very drunk. And he didn't have any of the tolerance he'd had as a nation. Holland was in for a very bad hangover in the morning, but for now he'll groan and manage to blink slowly at The Captain.]

. . . it's you. . .