SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE [open as heck]

[hugling]

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!]

Comments

[alienheroes]

This time the frisbee makes contact with his palm with a solid smack before he gets a proper grip on it, but he doesn't show any sign of it hurting; Fourarms has pretty thick skin.

"Must've been some pretty intense softball!" He tosses it back just as hard; he's quickly confirming that superhero frisbee is way more fun than regular frisbee. Also potentially a lot more dangerous, but that's part of what makes it fun, of course!

[bombsheltered]

"Hey, you know what they say," Milly says, grinning, as she swoops up to catch the frisbee. Now this is a real game. Man, Teddy was brilliant for coming up with this thing. This totally needs to happen more often. "If you work hard, you play hard -- and that goes double for heroes!"

[alienheroes]

"You can say that again!" He gives a gravelly laugh, getting ready to catch again. "Especially around here - seems like there's a lot of hero stuff to be done." Judging by how he was attacked on his first night patrolling.

[bombsheltered]

"Ooh, a new guy, huh?" Milly laughs, flying lazy figure eights in the air as they toss the frisbee back and forth. "Yeah, L.A.'s pretty ripe for the cape circuit. So just how new are you, exactly?"

After all, the guy doesn't exactly look human. That could mean a lot of things, but hey, there are plenty of space aliens around here.

[alienheroes]

"Been around a couple weeks; kinda hard to adjust to a new ci- system. New solar system, I mean." Flawless save. The best strategy is to always emphasize how he's totally an alien.

"So what about you? Sounds like you've lived here a while - the city I mean, but probably Earth too. Got any advice for a 'new guy'?"

[bombsheltered]

Milly's eyes light up behind her domino mask, a little in self-satisfaction, because she totally nailed it. This guy is definitely an alien!! There is no way that she could possibly be wrong about that, nope.

"Yeah, I grew up here. My only advice? Make sure you get In-N-Out. You know, if you can eat Earth food." Milly looks at him thoughtfully as she twirls the frisbee in her hand before tossing it back to him. "Are you with CONDOR?"

[alienheroes]

Oh, he can definitely eat Earth food. Or he's assuming he can anyway, as she would have found if she had caught him a few minutes prior.

"Nah, I mainly work solo," he says quickly. Ben's made a point of not getting in contact with CONDOR; he has no idea how they would react to the watch, and he doesn't really care to find out anyway.

He hesitates, realizing that his answer didn't come out quite right. "Well, not solo solo, I'm definitely up for team-ups and stuff, just- not with CONDOR."

He sort of feels like this might be going downhill. Just a little. Crap.

[bombsheltered]

Milly grins, though, laughing again. "Hey, relax, it's okay, neither am I. I mean, I almost went for the Trailblazers, but..." She shrugs. "You know! Life stuff. Anyway, us vigilantes have to stick together, right? Me and Hulkling -- the big green guy who put this together, he's my best friend -- we patrol and stuff together, so if you ever want to team up, you know...hit us up! We're always on the Watch."

[alienheroes]

He brightens up visibly; team-up offer? Awesome. "Yeah, totally! I'll-"

At that moment, he's interrupted by a very familiar and very unwelcome beeping. "Aw, man-" He tosses the frisbee back one more time before talking a couple steps back. "I, uh, gotta go! Right now. Later!!"

He bounds off, aiming for an area with more cover - and landing out of sight just before the brief flashes of red from the symbol on his chest give way to one big flash, leaving a considerably less massive, less alien eleven-year-old boy crouched on the ground as it recedes.

Ben stands up straight and glares at the now-red face of his watch for a moment. "Nice timing there," he mutters. But he did get out without being exposed; now he's just gotta wait another ten minutes.