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[pyrogue]

If you're looking for Mick Rory, you're getting warmer.

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Left on Mick's nightstand and a text a little later.

[catchacold]

[A lighter. It's empty, no lighting fluid.

Silver, subtle enough that it has had to be expensive and the real deal, because although the snowflake shapes edged into it are made of real diamonds, it still manages to be more elegant than garish. It's custom-made and self-stolen.

The text he sends later in the day, since for being roommates his and Mick's paths really don't cross that often:]

I know you're not cheap.

[pyrogue]

[ He knows -- or guesses -- that it's from Len, snowflakes, come on.

A couple months ago this would've made him very mad. There is no way Len afforded this on a Zamboni driver's payroll. Which means he stole it, because that's what Rogues do.

Mick still has a certain level tolerance towards crime, he knows what it's like, but it's different with the Rogues. Or at least it was. But he's chilled out on the hunting down the others thing, and has come to know Len better so he just… Keeps it. That's fine, right?

When he gets a text he's mostly just confused. Hang on, was this like, a present present? What? (He missed that post of Shade's.) ]

Why would I be cheap?

text without diamonds;

[catchacold]

My sister's here.

liar, cold is a diamond in the rough

[pyrogue]

Lisa?

[ Holy shit. ]

Your Lisa?

[catchacold]

We need to talk.

[A simple - and clichéd - statement, spoken as Leonard leans back against the door frame of the open kitchen door. Nobody else is around, he's made sure of that much, which is tricky enough in their current living situation. But now he can look at Mick in the kitchen, lifting one leg to prop his boot against the wood of the frame, which does lift the skirt he's wearing above his jeans a little.

It's not actually a provocative outfit, just good for hiding his gun and more. Also, it looks good.]

Now.

[pyrogue]

[ Mick puts down the bowl of dog food he was getting ready for Matches, straightening and wiping his hands off on his pants. His puppy eagerly consumes her food, completely oblivious to the tone.

He is had some time to cool off (heh) since the other day, and regretting what went down a bit. But the words "we need to talk" almost never lead to something good.

It takes him a moment to notice the skirt. Should he ask? You know what, no. He is done trying to understand Leonard Snart. Somehow he's making it work, anyway. Mick doesn't understand how that man is constantly, effortlessly good-looking. ]

Alright. Let's talk.

10.23.2016 -- voicemail.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Mick, when you get the chance give me a call, won't you? This is Doctor Chilton.

ring ring, call back

[pyrogue]

[ Mick is expecting a cancelled appointment or something - which makes him nervous, even if he's in a pretty stable place recently. ]

Doc?

[catchacold]

Firebug. I got you something.

[Like a true romantic, without preamble, Leonard simply leans in Mick's door and throws a book right at him. Hey, he's observed his reading habits. If this was the other Mick, he'd have gotten him a ninja flick. For this one, this seems appropriate.]

I left the receipt inside so you can see I actually paid for it.

[pyrogue]

[ Mick fumbles the catch, and checks to see the receipt before he actually looks at the cover. He does a double take. ]

Oh my God. "Frozen Flame"? A bit on the nose.

[ But he grins. ]

You know I'm actually going to read this.

finally the right fire text

[catchacold]

Thoughts?

Provided this goes to the right person this time.

[pyrogue]

Damn, I can never say no to candles.

MISFIRE.

[arsiento]

[ The following message is sent in Spanish... but I am not writing it that way. MICK CAN TRANSLATE IT OR NOT WHATEVER WORKS BETTER. ]

❰ just giving you an update that I'm almost done with that list
its taking some time cuz theres a lot of bases to cover, yknow, but trust me
youre gonna need it if you expect to convince ppl they aint making no deals with the devil

I aint so sure myself either
I know exactly how this kinda thing can go, and usually it goes wrong. I seen it. ❱

[pyrogue]

[ He Makes An Attempt but gives up. ]

I can't figure out how to translate this on my comm, but I have a feeling it wasn't meant for me anyway.

DELIVERY

[burnseternal]

[Merry Christmas, Mick! From Walker, he receives a few presents:

(1) Three incense sticks in a fragrant oil pot, smelling faintly of citrus. No candles for Mick!
(2) A handwoven prayer mat.
(3) This. Okay, okay, once he opens it, a smaller book filled with sage quotes from a Buddhist monk will fall out, in addition to a note, but Mick can keep the romance. ]

Dear Mick,

A new year is coming, as are plenty of holidays. Whichever one you celebrate, I hope that you are able to spend it happily, surrounded with those you love, and those who love you in return. I deeply appreciate your friendship over the past year. You are a man in possession of kindness and bravery, and I hope that others are able to recognize this in you as well.

May the new year bring you happiness and the confidence that you deserve.

-Saint Walker

action; because presents

[catchacold]

Morning.

[Leave it to Leonard to make his way into Mick's room and onto his bed with nary a sound, only to then crawl on top of him. Fully clothed, mind, but that doesn't keep him from getting under the covers - mainly because he know the whining that would ensue should he just pull the covers off.]

[pyrogue]

[ Mick, blearily woken up and not awake enough to be surprised (and honestly this is Very Len so would he be? Probably not), smiles. ]

Morning.

Letter!

[baetiful]

[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for Mick via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]

Dear, Mr. Rory -

We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.

For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time.

I thank you for reading this, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish


[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]

[pyrogue]

[ Mick isn't really sure how to respond to a letter by mockingbird. Should he have told the bird to wait? Would the bird have even listened or is this a Porter power thing? And his handwriting isn't really something he takes pride in.

But this pricks his conscious in the same way that talking to Piper sometimes does, and while it isn't one of his pet causes he does manage to figure out a way to send an $100 donation that he'd normally send to various burn victim charities, with no particular commentary or sentiment attached. ]

text;

[itistolaugh]

real talk how do you not set literally everything on fire even when you super want to

[pyrogue]

I burnt down my house two months ago, I don't know If I'm the person you should be asking. You okay?

voice;

[itistolaugh]

Heeeyyyy, soooo... If you've already put up posters for the rogues in recovery group or whatever we're calling it, maybe. Like. Maybe don't? I'm kinda thinking we shouldn't make it a super public thing.

[pyrogue]

Haven't yet, I was gonna mention it in my last network post but decided against it. Why, what's up?

text

[catchacold]

yu're my soup mate

1/2

[pyrogue]

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text 4am

[h2no]

CALL ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP.

call, a few minutes later

[pyrogue]

[ Mick volunteers at a few hospitals and medical clinics who may call him in in case of a bad burn emergency so he never puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, which means that his phone's vibrating right by his head wakes him up. But he never wants to turn down a friend in need either. ]

Archie? It's 4am, what's wrong?

[ He's very confused and more than a bit half-asleep. ]

text, an hour which would be too late to text someone you hadn't committed crimes with

[airshow]

Miiiiiiiiiiick
Mick
Mickey
Hot Potato
You up?

[pyrogue]

i am now

[ What is it with people contacting him at ridic o'clock recently? ]

Hot potato?

text

[h2no]

YOU AND MAXIE HIT IT OFF, RIGHT?
I JUST GOT A NEW FIRE PIT.
YOU GUYS CAN COME FOR A SMALL COOKOUT AND ALSO HAVE FUN WITH FIRE.
I'M LIVING RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER WITH 3 SHARKS THAT CAN SHOOT WATER HARDER THAN A FIRE TRUCK AND I GOT A BUNCH OF SAND SO YOU TWO CAN REALLY HAVE SOME FUN.

SORRY, BRO, HE'S NOT VERY SOCIAL AND I'VE DECIDED THIS IS HAPPENING. HE NEEDS A FRIEND LIKE YOU.

[pyrogue]

He seemed social enough to me. Why do you think he needs a friend?

[ No, Mick, that's just because you instantly found something to bond over. ]

That sounds great, actually! I really need to release some steam.

text »

[eloquentness]

Hey, so.... you, me, all the coffee two people could enjoy, and a notepad so we can finally name all these drinks we've been thinking up?

[pyrogue]

Hell yes, give me a time and a place.

THIS COMMENT IS NOT REAL, I AM JUST SAVING EVERYONE FROM FUTURE SCROLLING

[itistolaugh]

text; sorry about the gifs (not sorry)

[itistolaugh]

YOU'RE INVITED!!

to a ~*~*~SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY~*~*~

for DR. JONATHAN CRANE!!


October 20th
Wayne Enterprises Conference Room
7PM - ?????

BORING CONVERSATIONS!


OLD MUSIC NOBODY CAN DANCE TO!


PRETENTIOUS JUDGMENT OF OTHERS!


BOOKS??? (no cats)(maybe a witch)


SNACKS!


& BRING A FRIEND!!!
C U THERE ;)

text

[h2no]

hey mick i wanna get a bbq for my new place
you wanna come to ikea and help me pick the best one?

[pyrogue]

I'd love to help, Arch, but maybe there's a better place to get one? Ikea's kinda a no-go.

delivery; some date

[itistolaugh]

[ A nicely wrapped package containing yoga pants, to nicely wrap his package.

Merry Christmas, Len.]