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Who: SUPER HEROES!!!!!
Where: Ernest E. Debs Regional Park!
When: Sunday!
What: SUPER BARBECUE
Warnings: Superheroes...

It's a pleasant evening at Ernest E. Debs Regional Park, just a couple miles from downtown LA, which can be seen through the haze. Late March means spring is just arriving in LA and the trees are just starting to bud. Unfortunately, the grass is still kind of dead and dry.

The barbecue and picnic area isn't too busy, though the park does have the usual assortment of joggers, dog walkers, and cyclists. There are some balloons tied to picnic tables, and strung between two trees is a very homemade "SUPER BBQ" banner, courtesy of Hulkling and Starbreaker. There's still glitter glue on Milly's apartment floor. There's another posterboard with the rules written on it in big bold sharpie letters nearby, just in case anyone forgets:

Don't be a jerk!!!
Keep your weapons holstered please.
Do not trash the park!
ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING
Anyone caught fighting will be asked to leave!
Really don't be a jerk!

[OKAY GUYS!!! mingle! have fun! maybe some THINGS WILL HAPPEN, whoooo knows!]

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Tommy is hanging around the picnic table, looking squirrelly. He's extremely torn about being here in the first place--there are so many people here who could arrest him--but the prospect of home cooked, not stolen or cold from a packet food is too hard to pass up. He's dressed in a tight fitting green cycle shirt, and long legged cycle pants, combined with a bright green backpack and goggles for running. He'd normally stick out like a sore thumb, but he's not even the most outrageously dressed here.

He's keeping an eye on things though, making sure Matilda doesn't talk to anyone she shouldn't or Aña doesn't get herself into trouble (since she's the one who dragged him here) and just helps himself to copious amounts of food. Probably more than is humanly possible for a guy that skinny to put away.

Hey, Teddy recognizes that guy. Even with the goggles, it's pretty obviously that street kid who wanted the pastries out of the dumpster. The hair alone is pretty recognizable, even without that guy's apparently permanent scowl. But Teddy can't just say something, even if the kid is eating all the hot dogs. And the cookies. And the chips. And the soda. Is he even a real superhero? Whatever, Teddy has to unload a fresh batch of burgers on the food table anyway.

"Hey, sorry, I just need to set these down."

Probably they'll be gone before he gets back to the grill.

Teddy catches Tommy with his mouthful, and he has the decency to look a little guilty as he swipes his arm across his lips to clear them of crumbs. But his eyes sort of light up at the burgers--like everything he'd eaten had been meaningless up until this point--and swallows his mouthful.

"Uh, thanks. This stuff is really good."

"Uh huh."

Teddy takes his time setting the plate down and arranging the packages of buns and the condiment bottles just so before he steps back from the table.

"So... what's your name?" And what's his power? Pocket dimension stomach?

Tommy watches this display with curiosity, and then pokes the ketchup bottle just a little out of where Teddy had arranged it. Just to be contrary. This guy is the one who set up the whole thing, right? The idiot Aña seems to like. Once his sabotaging is done, he looks up at Teddy with a grin.

"Speed. What's yours?"

Did someone mention outrageous clothes?

Chris is having a grand time, (the three beers he's had already may be helping with that,) as he meanders over to the table in search of something starchy. He's distracted by the amount of food this dude is putting away in one go and kinda just... Observes for a moment before he actually says anything.

"Alright?" He's smiling, but also looking pretty astounded as he nods to the table in a 'holy shit how are you not exploding' kind of way.

Tommy stops shovelling quite as copiously when he notices that he has an audience, and finishes his hotdog in a few bites before swallowing everything down without as much a belch. He looks at Chris almost like he's interrupted him doing something far worse, and frowns. Here come the 'where the hell do you even put it' questions.

"Yup," it's said with a brief shrug as he lifts an arm to swipe the crumbs away from his mouth. "You?"

"Good, yeah." Ah, Chris knows that expression. He's worn it enough times. He's not exactly an expert with social graces, but Jal in particular is pretty good at letting him know when he's about to hit a topic that won't go well for him. And he's here to make friends, so.

(In hindsight, staring at the guy while he ate probably wasn't a good start.)

"Anything good?" He juts his chin in the direction of the food. If he's put away that much of it, he must surely have an opinion.

Yeah, way to go Chris. Try not to stare at the guy stealing all the food as fast as he can.

Tommy gives a rough shrug, looking back over some of the empty containers he'd consumed the contents of.

"Uhh, the burgers are good?" he seems like he's not entirely sure.

Clint isn't sure about all this either, but hey, food! Not-takeout food! So he gets there (in his actual uniform, not the ridiculous thing he wears for official photoshoots that they put on the merchandise) and immediately heads to the picnic table.

The kid in green seems to be the king of the food at the moment, so it makes sense to talk to him.

"Hey, is there any half-assed potato salad or anything I should stay away from?"

He knows there'll be heroes from all kinds of teams here--it's half of the reason he's on his toes so much--but when he sees the Alpha Force member making a beeline for him, it takes everything in him not to just bolt. He's gotta get a handle on that.

Tommy recognises this one--he was with Nomad during the whole cyborg dog thing--and that just makes him look even more irritated. The expression only falters when food is mentioned, and Tommy gives a small shrug.

"I dunno. I kinda don't taste food unless I'm really thinking about it."

"Go the garbage disposal route, huh?" Clint chuckles, and starts piling up his plate. "Fair enough. I think I didn't start tasting food until I was 19 or so. Probably for the best, carnie food isn't always very good. Lots of cabbage."

He's doing his best to be civil with this kid - he recognizes him, now that he's spoken, as the kid he and Nomad ran into, and that wasn't exactly the best of first impressions on either side.

Not to mention that Clint is well aware of how sometimes the Barnes-Carter-Walker extended not-entirely-related brood could come across as a little obnoxious with their ideals. Especially anyone who particularly took after Forrest. He loved them for it, but the younger ones like Rikki especially... well. Sometimes they were just very them.

"I don't think we really got proper introductions last time," he says casually. "I'm Clint. Sorry if Nomad wound you up, she can be a little over-enthusiastic in her heroing sometimes."

Tommy gives a rough shrug, and watches him pile up his plate.

"Food is kinda fuel for me. I need to eat a lot of it. If I was tasting everything it would take forever," he starts, before shutting his mouth when Clint continued. Oh great. An adult trying to make a mends. His favourite.

At the mention of Rikki, he immediately looks more defensive, scowling just slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a tree. Of Clint looks close, he might remind him of a certain other Alpha Force member, who has a twin sister and is currently on the moon.

"Over-enthusiastic? She broke my nose." He pulls his goggles off to reveal the black eye he's sporting, and huffs like an angry cat.

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