MoM IC Contact
Apr. 20th, 2014 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
khajidontJaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
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Date: 2014-09-12 02:28 pm (UTC)crash knew you would hermano ill bring it over later
but dude pretty sure contact with murderous psychopaths is part of the superhero thing
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Date: 2014-09-12 07:45 pm (UTC)Hey I said minimized contact not no contact. We step in when they you know
Start acting on the murderous part of the murderous psychopath thing
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Date: 2014-09-13 06:03 am (UTC)[Spoiler: he won't.]
oh uh
still up for that flyrun? i know it was a while ago but hey 100% not tired and reeeaaaaally getting bored of just sitting around florida w/nothing to do
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Date: 2014-09-14 02:14 am (UTC)text
Date: 2014-09-15 02:59 am (UTC)im not going to school and theres no team or league or flash to help out i have time to kill every day
[... oh right]
except fri sat &sun 5 to 10
[It's a mystery in and of itself how Bart's managed to actually keep his job this entire time.]
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Date: 2014-09-15 05:30 am (UTC)[Okay, he's teasing. He knows there's a few teens around ducking school, and considering that they don't plan on being here for the long-term, he can't blame them.
It does mean, however, that between school and work and his really important work, he's not got much time on his hands.]
I'm usually only free during the evenings but hey I'm free tonight. You done much traveling around yet?
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Date: 2014-09-17 06:52 pm (UTC)never stepped foot in a school in 13 years hermano not gonna start now
[He's a horrible delinquent Jaime, teach him the ways of being a responsible teenager.]
no just east coast and utah but dude i am 100% free tonight
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Date: 2014-09-17 06:57 pm (UTC)[HINT HINT, BART.]
Okay well I haven't checked out this world's version of Texas yet. Want to come check it out with me? We can get burgers. They can't make burgers here. They're tragic
[(The burgers are okay, but they're not his dad's. Clearly this means it's a regional problem.)]
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Date: 2014-09-18 03:43 am (UTC)wait
muchas bueno!!
[no that still looks wrong OH WELL]
totally. havent had a good burger in ages but dude request
if were going food hunting were going chicken whizee replacement hunting bc i refuse to believe this world is moded enough that it doesnt even have a substitute
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Date: 2014-09-18 05:04 am (UTC)Thats still wrong bart
We don’t have chicken whizzees but sure we can search
[As far as Jaime’s concerned, Bart’s probably caught enough flak by now. He has an absurd amount of people flooding into Heropa from his universe, and there’s likely more to come - which would be a good thing if Bart’s whole future gig didn’t throw a wrench in everyone’s plans. Jaime would be jealous of having so many friends and allies around if not for how it seems to have made things more complicated for Bart instead of actually helping the guy adjust.
So today, the plan is simple: no future talk, no alternate universe talk, just a little cross-country trip and an opportunity to hunt down some junk food. Bart could probably use something that’s more of a hang-out than it is cape business or future-past-future business.
(Does Bart even have friends who aren’t capes?)
Either way, they have to start in costume, and out of deference for Bart’s possible secret ID, texts him to meet at a park just a few blocks away from Heropa’s housing. He’s already fully suited up by the time Bart arrives, a map of this universe's United States streaming from his fingers, just to check whether or not anything significant has changed.]
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Date: 2014-09-18 05:43 am (UTC)So, that's exactly what he does.
The Impulse costume is easy enough to get in and out of - and he definitely takes advantage of his vibrating technique to save exactly half a second of trying to get the speedster one piece on - so he grins to himself as he snaps his goggles down and tears through his house and out the door, hitting the street with a little crack that rocks the cars he passes and kicks up a gust of wind. Totally faster.
Even if Jaime's still there first if just because while Bart has and address, that doesn't mean he even remotely knows where he's going the first two dozen tries.]
Okay wait, wait, wait- [He's coming to a sudden stop at Jaime's side, leaning in and squinting at the map even if he's not actually reading it] -this world doesn't have Chicken Whizees? Or your world doesn't have Chicken Whizees because if that's true, amigo, you are missing out on the single most crashin' deep fried chicken experience.
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Date: 2014-09-18 08:09 am (UTC)It's just deep fried chicken? [He waves one hand at the map, enlarging Texas enough to take a look at all the roadways crisscrossing its surface. It looks more or less the same, albeit with different street names.] Like KFC, you mean? 'Cause we've got that, and so does this world. Or universe, I guess. I keep on mixing up my alternate-whatever terminologies.
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Date: 2014-09-22 09:00 pm (UTC)Just deep fried chicken?! [GASP] If it was just deep fried chicken it wouldn't be such a big deal. The whole appeal is the mystery of it, her-man-o. No one knows what a Chicken Whizee really is.
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Date: 2014-09-22 10:15 pm (UTC)[Mystery meat. They're probably awful for you, but everyone eats it anyway. He joins his fingers together with a quiet click and closes up the map.]
Anyway, let's get going before everything closes. We'll stock up on food and take a look around. [He pushes off the ground, wings springing out from his suit.] You ready?
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Date: 2014-09-23 02:14 am (UTC)But he does grin and skip back a few steps as Blue closes the map, reaching up and wiggling his goggles a little further into place.]
Dude, I was ready ages ago. Ready before I even left I'm not someone to worry about in a cross country trek Mr. Flies Like Molasses.
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Date: 2014-09-23 02:25 am (UTC)[Bart is going to win, and Jaime knows it, but it's no fun unless he plays along. He tells Bart their exact coordinates, which is, predictably, El Paso.
Jaime's been avoiding the place up until now. He doesn't want to see it look so different, doesn't want to go to where his home and family should be and see nothing but strangers.
They're not taking a trip to his home, or even near it, but he figures he can deal with ducking into town long enough to grab some provisions before they head to a different kind of destination.]
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Date: 2014-09-27 07:02 pm (UTC)Either way, all Bart really needs to hear is El Paso and he's grinning and starting off, moving at what is, to him, a jog, as he waits for Jaime to hit his stride. After that? He's punching it.
The first few states are a little wobbly, his path zig zagging as he gets distracted and has to find and follow a freeway in order to get back on track, because while he's been to visit Jaime in his world time and time again, he either Zeta's part of the way there, or he's starting out from Missouri. But once he catches sight of familiar landmarks, once his feet are hitting down on familiar terrain, he's back in business. He's able to cut across the landscape at whatever speed he likes, able to cut through the sound barrier with a crack and laugh in a way that makes his heart pound because his speed just sucks away the sound before it can even leave his mouth.
He doubles back once, after catching sight of a familiar plateau, a familiar landscape that he knows his universe' Blue tends to fly over - whether because he likes the route or because its just part of the straight line from point A to B - and waits for that speck of Blue on the horizon. It doesn't take much of a run up to get the momentum he needs, for him to push off the ground and match the speed Jaime's flying at, for him to tap against his friend's ankle and laugh as he stumbles a bit when he meets the ground before tearing off towards their destination again.
He does stop just outside of El Paso though, at a large expanse of nothing and sits on the crest of a small hill, looking out at the flat landscape in front of him. Whether he's waiting for Jaime to catch up or waiting for him to join him is- well, even Bart's not really sure. All he knows is he's frowning and thinking and still, and its weird, but he can't help it.]
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Date: 2014-09-27 08:16 pm (UTC)He's more than okay with that, but what it means is that anytime he sees someone with real superpowers let loose... it's an awe-inspiring sight. It's amazing to think that some people just move that fast, that some people can just fly, easy as that. He's got no idea what that must feel like, the shock of cold wind on your face instead of being beaten against lenses and layers of armour.
Bart sure looks like he enjoys it.
And, to be fair, Jaime enjoys it too; he's always said that flying is the best part of the suit, and he stands by it. He loves getting to go as fast as he can, soaring above all the houses and trees and cars, and with Bart, there's no worries about leaving anyone behind.
He stops once Bart does, but he doesn't return to the ground immediately. Instead, he hovers, staring at the big, familiar Welcome to El Paso! sign. Back home, they've amended it to say Home of the Blue Beetle!, and while it's not a surprise to see that absent here, it makes him feel a little wistful. He's no great fan of fame, but he always kind of liked that sign. It had been a point of pride for him, he's beginning to realize, that his home thought he was exceptional enough to brag about him, and to use him as both a boast and a warning; they may be proud of him, but it also lets the visitors know that no matter what, they've got a superhero looking after them. There's something special about that.
He does land next to Bart eventually, though, and takes a closer look at the thoughtful expression on his face.] Something on your mind?
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Date: 2014-10-07 08:07 am (UTC)Kinda. [He stops, sweeps his arm to the side to gesture at the flat landscape in front of him.] This is where I used to hang out with my universe's Blue. Back home. And it's- I think its the same. [He can't help the grin tugging at his lips] Less broken boulders, though.
But I was just thinking. Not counting the two months my Blue was on mode back home, I've almost known both of you the same amount of time. [He crosses his arms, frowns at the land in front of him, fingers drumming against his bicep] What happens when I've known you longer than my best friend?
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Date: 2014-10-07 09:32 am (UTC)Dunno. Maybe all that happens is you've got one best friend, and another good one. I know I'm not his replacement or whatever.
[If Jaime had to guess, he'd say that he and this other version of himself must be pretty different. He has no real desire to replace this guy he doesn't even know, this guy who has somehow become a monumentally important part of Bart's life.]
What d'you figure?
[It's an honest question. Jaime doesn't know what's going on in that head of his.]
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Date: 2014-10-09 02:54 am (UTC)He still doesn't get the concept of personal space.]
Don't know don't care dude I get to know Blue Beetle twice over so crash! Anyway come on you have the creepy bug map where are we going oh wait if you put markers on that holo-map you had earlier are they scarabs cause Robin hacks with pictures of his face sometimes and I'm pretty sure he stole that from Nightwing like BB stole souvenirs from KF so its totally crash if you do use bug markers.
[The answer to Jaime's question is obvious, even if Bart's not giving it. At least, not really.
He doesn't know. And while it bothers him, he very obviously doesn't want to spend too much time picking it apart.]
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Date: 2014-10-09 05:30 am (UTC)-- but then, where he's from, Bart is dead. They all have things that they'd rather ignore while they're here, so instead he says, like the boring soul he is,] Sorry man, I only use circles.
[This trip is to get Bart away from all that stuff, after all.] C'mon, let's grab a few bags of burgers and chicken-whatevers to fulfill your need for those chicken wheezers - [that's what he said, right?] - and we'll head back out to the desert.
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Date: 2014-10-13 04:07 am (UTC)At leas Bart has the benefit of this stressful superhero life being way better than the world he grew up in.]
No no, no. Dude, Chicken Whizees. I don't care if you don't have them in this world if taste buds are the same across universes and I mean why wouldn't they be its a stupid thing to change you'll be mad at yourself for getting it wrong even once.
Uh- assuming we can find something close, here. [Still, he's grinning, already excited at the prospect of another bit of a run, especially one that's going to end in food.] Lead the way, Blue. Your alternate-state, you pick the burger joint.
hope you don't mind myskipping ahead a bit!
Date: 2014-10-13 06:33 am (UTC)[It's the goofiest looking thing in the world. The cardboard cutout's eyes are looking in opposite directions, people have to hit the ball through his midsection, and they got half of his markings all wrong - and Jaime loves it to death. It's the most hilarious thing he's ever seen in the world, and that's counting the fact that they've got Blue Beetle nights at a local pub with his likeness etched on the glasses when he's not even legal yet.
One day, he's going to find the most inaccurate, most insulting piece of merchandise with him on it, and he's going to buy ten of them.
If Bart was expecting another run as fast as the first one, he'll be disappointed. Jaime keeps on getting distracted by how similar some things look, and how different others look, and while he doesn't say anything, it makes him slow down, staring pensively at the rows of unfamiliar places filled with unfamiliar people before heading on out again. He's gotten used to the feeling of homesickness by now, but it still makes something in his throat tighten, something in his stomach hurt. It's hard to tell any of that on Jaime on a good day, let alone with his mask on, but seeing El Paso like this brings it all up to the surface again.
Being here makes him feel like it would be just a short trip back home, and he'd be able to walk inside and see his family again. He'd give anything to be with them again, some days, to eat his father's familiar cooking and to tell his mother about his day, to cart Milagro around on his back before dumping her unceremoniously on the couch again. They're such small, insignificant things, but he knows that they're things that his family lived without for a year. They were strong, and he can be too.
Despite Jaime's notable lack of speed, they manage to hit up four or five promising - and inexpensive - burger and chicken joints, and soon they're full up on more food than Jaime can possibly stomach, but that's what Bart's for.] Okay, [he says, as they walk out of the last place,] I think that'll about do it. There's just one more place I wanna check out.