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IC Inbox - Entranceway
Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.
Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.
Let's focus on keeping everyone in our little family out of trouble from now on, okay? If I'm constantly worrying about you, Mick, Lenny, and Cisco, I'll go grey in no time.
Much better now that I can reach the top shelf of the fridge without a step stool. You?
Much better now that I can reach the top shelf of the fridge without a step stool. You?
Hmm. [Yes, he typed that out.] While it's definitely a noble aim, it might prove to be a truly impossible task. Consider, after all, just whom you're talking about.
[Not that they wouldn't try--probably. But Rip has learned not to underestimate the amount of trouble any individual member of that group might be capable of getting themselves into.
Save for one. The last name she includes belongs to a person Rip has only just met--and one whom is, apparently, rather close to Lisa.]
Cisco Ramon, you mean? I ran into him during the event. [Literally, since he'd snatched a key from the man.]
Oh, much better. I'm not longer of a height where Mr. Rory can "noogie" me whenever he pleases with quite such ease.
[Not that they wouldn't try--probably. But Rip has learned not to underestimate the amount of trouble any individual member of that group might be capable of getting themselves into.
Save for one. The last name she includes belongs to a person Rip has only just met--and one whom is, apparently, rather close to Lisa.]
Cisco Ramon, you mean? I ran into him during the event. [Literally, since he'd snatched a key from the man.]
Oh, much better. I'm not longer of a height where Mr. Rory can "noogie" me whenever he pleases with quite such ease.
[Yes, he certainly did type that out and she certainly did sort of smile at it.]
Nothing noble about it. It's purely selfish. I don't want to lose any of you, therefore, making sure you're all safe is the only choice. Trust me, there isn't a noble bone in my body.
Do you know any other Ciscos? Was he okay? [Not that she's concerned or anything. Psh, that's totally not the case. She's just... making conversation? Yeah, that's it.]
Oh, noogies? He must've been pretty fond of little Mikey. But, last time I checked, he's still taller than you. You sure it's over?
Nothing noble about it. It's purely selfish. I don't want to lose any of you, therefore, making sure you're all safe is the only choice. Trust me, there isn't a noble bone in my body.
Do you know any other Ciscos? Was he okay? [Not that she's concerned or anything. Psh, that's totally not the case. She's just... making conversation? Yeah, that's it.]
Oh, noogies? He must've been pretty fond of little Mikey. But, last time I checked, he's still taller than you. You sure it's over?
[It takes longer to reply this time, if only because the certainty in Lisa's message reminds Rip of his own brand of selfishness.
The kind that would defy time itself for the sake of family.]
Selfishness and goodness are rather subjective things, you realize. That you hold people so dear would be for many a sign of the latter.
[Just to point that out.]
He was fine. Unaffected by the event, and rather generous when it came to giving away keys. [Which Rip knows because he stole one, but had been gifted the other.] I hadn't met him before that--nor did I realize that you two were close.
[Because yes, Lisa, Rip does indeed see through that concern.]
Mikey? [She can't see it, but on Rip's end? He's making a face.] I'm pretty sure no one has ever called me that. As for the rest, while he is taller, it's not nearly so great a difference, and I'm a bit more capable of avoiding them.
[Hopefully.]
The kind that would defy time itself for the sake of family.]
Selfishness and goodness are rather subjective things, you realize. That you hold people so dear would be for many a sign of the latter.
[Just to point that out.]
He was fine. Unaffected by the event, and rather generous when it came to giving away keys. [Which Rip knows because he stole one, but had been gifted the other.] I hadn't met him before that--nor did I realize that you two were close.
[Because yes, Lisa, Rip does indeed see through that concern.]
Mikey? [She can't see it, but on Rip's end? He's making a face.] I'm pretty sure no one has ever called me that. As for the rest, while he is taller, it's not nearly so great a difference, and I'm a bit more capable of avoiding them.
[Hopefully.]
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Are you trying to look for redeemable qualities in me, Mister Legend? [Deflecting.]
He's the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his own back if you looked cold. [And THAT came out sounding a lot more fond than she meant for it to... WELP.] We're
together.
I helped Lenny kidnap him once. Then he saved my life and helped me save Lenny. Now we're a couple.
[Yep, she did just type those words and it made her feel kind of fuzzy in a way. It made her smile to type them, actually. He made her ridiculously happy.]
That's because you English types are so proper. But don't worry, your secret's safe.
Of course you are. But when a mood strikes Mick, no amount of skill outmatches his determination.
He's the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his own back if you looked cold. [And THAT came out sounding a lot more fond than she meant for it to... WELP.] We're
together.
I helped Lenny kidnap him once. Then he saved my life and helped me save Lenny. Now we're a couple.
[Yep, she did just type those words and it made her feel kind of fuzzy in a way. It made her smile to type them, actually. He made her ridiculously happy.]
That's because you English types are so proper. But don't worry, your secret's safe.
Of course you are. But when a mood strikes Mick, no amount of skill outmatches his determination.
If so, I wouldn't have to look as hard as you might suspect, Miss Snart.
[Two can play at the name game, Lisa.
He's a little surprised to hear about Lisa and Cisco apparently being a couple, however. Well. So long as she's happy, then Rip really can't say much more about it, can he?]
I see. Congratulations to you both, in that case. As I said, he does seem like a good person.
[When it comes to the rest, Lisa's promise to keep Rip's "secret" to herself and the commentary on Mick, he can't help but shake his head.]
Hopefully so. It's already bad enough that one person around her is convinced my name is better suited for someone in the adult entertainment industry. [Mikey isn't great, but in an entirely different way.] And then I can only hope the mood won't strike him so much now that he's grown again as well.
[Two can play at the name game, Lisa.
He's a little surprised to hear about Lisa and Cisco apparently being a couple, however. Well. So long as she's happy, then Rip really can't say much more about it, can he?]
I see. Congratulations to you both, in that case. As I said, he does seem like a good person.
[When it comes to the rest, Lisa's promise to keep Rip's "secret" to herself and the commentary on Mick, he can't help but shake his head.]
Hopefully so. It's already bad enough that one person around her is convinced my name is better suited for someone in the adult entertainment industry. [Mikey isn't great, but in an entirely different way.] And then I can only hope the mood won't strike him so much now that he's grown again as well.
[He can't see it, but... it makes her smile far too brightly.]
Well, aren't you just the charmer? I didn't know you had it in you. But I think you should take off those rose-coloured glasses before someone suspects your cynicism is all an act.
Thank you. [That awkward moment when she actually doesn't know what to say, so she just... does what a normal person would do and thanks him.] He is. [And he deserves so much better, but she's afraid if she says it out loud, it might ruin what she has with Cisco...]
Oh? Do I know this person? We really must meet.
I wouldn't be confident enough to bet on it if I were you, but there's always hope, I'm sure. ;)
Well, aren't you just the charmer? I didn't know you had it in you. But I think you should take off those rose-coloured glasses before someone suspects your cynicism is all an act.
Thank you. [That awkward moment when she actually doesn't know what to say, so she just... does what a normal person would do and thanks him.] He is. [And he deserves so much better, but she's afraid if she says it out loud, it might ruin what she has with Cisco...]
Oh? Do I know this person? We really must meet.
I wouldn't be confident enough to bet on it if I were you, but there's always hope, I'm sure. ;)
Or we can just wait five, perhaps ten minutes? I'm sure I'll have something bitter and pessimistic to say about the general state of things by then.
[Because it is most certainly not an act--Rip's view of the world and the people in it are simply that: his view. There is good in Lisa, in her brother, even in Mr. Rory (albeit in somewhat limited amounts). There is even arguably good in Rip, though it might be lost in the pragmatism and large picture he has to take of things.
Hence the cynicism.
The talk of Cisco is answered simply, and Rip opts to leave it be. That Lisa chooses to restrain herself to few words is telling all on its own. Rip has seen her vulnerable, more than once now. It's far easier for her to tease him than expand on her thoughts regarding someone whom Rip suspects she holds quite dear indeed.]
As Wonderland remains in tact, I suspect you might not know her, no. [Notice also that Rip also isn't giving out the name of said person.] Nor am I in agreement that the pair of you meeting will end in anything good.
[Considering how Leonard and Mick had both leapt upon Kenzi's insinuations, how could it if Lisa were given opportunity to do the same.]
Oh, you sound quite confident indeed. [Though certainly not of Rip's chances.] Is it too much to ask that I be granted this one illusion?
[Really, Rip has experienced enough of Mick's brand of "fondness" while they were children to last him a lifetime.]
[Because it is most certainly not an act--Rip's view of the world and the people in it are simply that: his view. There is good in Lisa, in her brother, even in Mr. Rory (albeit in somewhat limited amounts). There is even arguably good in Rip, though it might be lost in the pragmatism and large picture he has to take of things.
Hence the cynicism.
The talk of Cisco is answered simply, and Rip opts to leave it be. That Lisa chooses to restrain herself to few words is telling all on its own. Rip has seen her vulnerable, more than once now. It's far easier for her to tease him than expand on her thoughts regarding someone whom Rip suspects she holds quite dear indeed.]
As Wonderland remains in tact, I suspect you might not know her, no. [Notice also that Rip also isn't giving out the name of said person.] Nor am I in agreement that the pair of you meeting will end in anything good.
[Considering how Leonard and Mick had both leapt upon Kenzi's insinuations, how could it if Lisa were given opportunity to do the same.]
Oh, you sound quite confident indeed. [Though certainly not of Rip's chances.] Is it too much to ask that I be granted this one illusion?
[Really, Rip has experienced enough of Mick's brand of "fondness" while they were children to last him a lifetime.]
And there's the Rip I've come to know.
You realise that just makes me more curious, right? Maybe I'll just post a network question asking who agrees with me that you should be an exotic dancer with that name and see who bites. You have your work cut out for you if you're going to play keep-away with a Snart. [It's moooooostly kidding about being that persistent. Then again, maybe she will just to ruffle his feathers a bit. Keep him on his toes.]
Okay, fine. Yes, Mick has totally grown up into an entirely adult and responsible person who would never dream of noogieing you. You are completely safe.
You realise that just makes me more curious, right? Maybe I'll just post a network question asking who agrees with me that you should be an exotic dancer with that name and see who bites. You have your work cut out for you if you're going to play keep-away with a Snart. [It's moooooostly kidding about being that persistent. Then again, maybe she will just to ruffle his feathers a bit. Keep him on his toes.]
Okay, fine. Yes, Mick has totally grown up into an entirely adult and responsible person who would never dream of noogieing you. You are completely safe.
Always happy to please.
[Oh, but the rest--dear God, the rest. Lisa isn't at all wrong with her conclusion, and Rip can immediately see the impossible situation he's been put in. Calling her bluff--if it is in fact a bluff, which it might not be--only assures Lisa will post on the network, merely to prove him wrong.
If she listens closely, Lisa might actually be able to hear his sigh from across the hall.]
Kenzi Malikov--since you threatened so politely. [Either way, Rip suspects he's rather doomed.
At least there is some measure of kindness, although Rip suspects Lisa hadn't been able to type it with a straight face.]
See? Now was that so terribly hard?
[Oh, but the rest--dear God, the rest. Lisa isn't at all wrong with her conclusion, and Rip can immediately see the impossible situation he's been put in. Calling her bluff--if it is in fact a bluff, which it might not be--only assures Lisa will post on the network, merely to prove him wrong.
If she listens closely, Lisa might actually be able to hear his sigh from across the hall.]
Kenzi Malikov--since you threatened so politely. [Either way, Rip suspects he's rather doomed.
At least there is some measure of kindness, although Rip suspects Lisa hadn't been able to type it with a straight face.]
See? Now was that so terribly hard?
I'm sure you are. ;D [She will never NOT play-flirt with you, Rip.
She doesn't actually have to listen that closely. She just knows it's there. She'd feel bad if she were someone more empathic. But she's not, so she just finds it hilarious.]
That takes all the fun out of it.
[His suspicions would be correct in that.]
Since you asked, yes, it was very hard to type through my laughter as I formed that sentence in my head. But if it's what you needed to hear, I am happy to provide.
She doesn't actually have to listen that closely. She just knows it's there. She'd feel bad if she were someone more empathic. But she's not, so she just finds it hilarious.]
That takes all the fun out of it.
[His suspicions would be correct in that.]
Since you asked, yes, it was very hard to type through my laughter as I formed that sentence in my head. But if it's what you needed to hear, I am happy to provide.
I suspect you and Kenzi will find a way to make up for any lack of fun once the pair of you meet.
[Particularly given that they both seem to have a talent for making everything come off as something torrid, or to assign implications that Rip certainly didn't mean to his words. At least he can mostly take it in stride by this point?
(Or perhaps he's merely helped by the fact that they are texting, and Lisa isn't there to see him hang his head for those brief moments).]
If nothing else, you were at least entertained. As for me, I'm increasingly losing hope of preserving any shred of dignity I might have yet remaining.
And the day started off so well too.
[Particularly given that they both seem to have a talent for making everything come off as something torrid, or to assign implications that Rip certainly didn't mean to his words. At least he can mostly take it in stride by this point?
(Or perhaps he's merely helped by the fact that they are texting, and Lisa isn't there to see him hang his head for those brief moments).]
If nothing else, you were at least entertained. As for me, I'm increasingly losing hope of preserving any shred of dignity I might have yet remaining.
And the day started off so well too.
I'm sure we will if your sudden doom and gloom demeanour is anything to go by.
[Learn to not be an easy target, Rip. Maybe then they'll leave him alone... or not. But it might keep from attracting more of their type.]
Because you can't see or hear it, I'd like you to know I'm rolling my eyes at you right now. You lived on a ship with Mick and my brother. I didn't know you had any dignity left to lose.
In the effort of living up to the imaginary "redeemable qualities" you seem to see in me, let's go get a drink and medicate your dignity with some alcohol.
[Learn to not be an easy target, Rip. Maybe then they'll leave him alone... or not. But it might keep from attracting more of their type.]
Because you can't see or hear it, I'd like you to know I'm rolling my eyes at you right now. You lived on a ship with Mick and my brother. I didn't know you had any dignity left to lose.
In the effort of living up to the imaginary "redeemable qualities" you seem to see in me, let's go get a drink and medicate your dignity with some alcohol.
Yeah, obviously. I ain't talking about infinity and higher mathematics and the actuality of time, I'm talking my own perception. I don't think I'm gonna be counting the nanoseconds. [What was he doing?] I remember my last words. Harder to remember the last thoughts.
[Strange how that works. Leonard has had his mind under control, perhaps a bit too much, throughout his life. It all derails in the end, he supposes.]
Aw. Cute. If you keep that up, you'll have presents for all the good kids come Christmas.
[Strange how that works. Leonard has had his mind under control, perhaps a bit too much, throughout his life. It all derails in the end, he supposes.]
Aw. Cute. If you keep that up, you'll have presents for all the good kids come Christmas.
[Rip cocks his head to one side briefly, an admission to the greater importance of Leonard’s perception in this scenario. However far removed, Rip remains to his core a Time Master; he needs the reminder to think as someone might normally in such situations every now and then. And as it turns out, Leonard is rather good at it, even when they aren’t talking about death.
Especially so when they are.
He turns to better look at the man when he speaks of last words and thoughts. While Rip has had a few close encounters, he’s never held such certainty that he’s going to die as Leonard had. There had always been the possibility of survival in his own case—thus it’s impossible to know just what he might say or think.]
I imagine the experience must have been quite surreal, to say the least.
[Easier to speak of are the ridiculous notions the closets seem determined to inflict upon him. Leonard suggests using them as gifts, a thought which has Rip huffing out a quiet sigh for more than one reason.]
I’ll have enough for the good and the bad at the rate I’ve been going. [A pace which admittedly has slowed as of late.] Although I suppose that means I’ve spoiled the surprise for you, doesn’t it? Sorry about that.
The conversations that resulted after Kenzi heard my name resulted in Mick deciding my ship should be renamed the “Gayrider” and converted into a cruise vessel.
[Which yes, had been by and large offered up to rile Rip—and coincidentally, by and large successful in those efforts.
A confession which might put the question of his dignity into further doubt.]
Certainly some shred of it remains somewhere—which is in no way, shape, or form intended as a challenge, Lisa. [He knows her family, and Rip’s gotten a better idea of her during the months they’ve been acquainted. Rip hardly wants to give her the “goal” of convincing him that his pride has truly been shattered beyond repair, thank you very much.]
I will, however, be happy to share a drink with you. Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you outside of your room?
[Which yes, had been by and large offered up to rile Rip—and coincidentally, by and large successful in those efforts.
A confession which might put the question of his dignity into further doubt.]
Certainly some shred of it remains somewhere—which is in no way, shape, or form intended as a challenge, Lisa. [He knows her family, and Rip’s gotten a better idea of her during the months they’ve been acquainted. Rip hardly wants to give her the “goal” of convincing him that his pride has truly been shattered beyond repair, thank you very much.]
I will, however, be happy to share a drink with you. Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you outside of your room?
[The reply doesn’t come immediately. In the wake of so many disappearances being announced over the network, Rip’s first move upon getting Ray’s text is to go and check Leonard’s room—
Followed in short order by Lisa’s, Mick’s, and Nate’s.]
I haven’t, but his things do appear to be here still. [For whatever comfort that might offer. Rip frowns on his end of the device. When a person is sent home it is meant as an update, isn’t it?]
Why would he be sent back to our world?
Followed in short order by Lisa’s, Mick’s, and Nate’s.]
I haven’t, but his things do appear to be here still. [For whatever comfort that might offer. Rip frowns on his end of the device. When a person is sent home it is meant as an update, isn’t it?]
Why would he be sent back to our world?
[Rip, can you hear her crack up across the hall? Gayrider... Yeah. She really needs to meet this girl.]
Well, Captain of a cruise ship might be a safer career option and you wouldn't have to change anything about your lifestyle.
Should I be concerned over the fact that you know me so well? Or is it just because of your dealings with my brother and Mick that you know to clarify what is or isn't a challenge?
[Whatever the case may be, she's still amused by it.]
Sounds like a plan.
[When Rip is finally ready, he'll step out his door to find Lisa leaning against her door, leather-clad as usual. She didn't leave her gun behind, but it was nothing to do with Rip. It was habit at this point.]
So, you're telling me if I need to hire a gay stripper for Lenny's birthday party, you're not the guy for the job? [Just a playful jab in the spirit of... being a Snart.]
Well, Captain of a cruise ship might be a safer career option and you wouldn't have to change anything about your lifestyle.
Should I be concerned over the fact that you know me so well? Or is it just because of your dealings with my brother and Mick that you know to clarify what is or isn't a challenge?
[Whatever the case may be, she's still amused by it.]
Sounds like a plan.
[When Rip is finally ready, he'll step out his door to find Lisa leaning against her door, leather-clad as usual. She didn't leave her gun behind, but it was nothing to do with Rip. It was habit at this point.]
So, you're telling me if I need to hire a gay stripper for Lenny's birthday party, you're not the guy for the job? [Just a playful jab in the spirit of... being a Snart.]
[He can in fact hear her laughing, yes. It's all the more reason not to justify the commentary with a response, particularly as he is getting his coat and about to speak to her in person anyway. He doesn't need too long before he meets her in the hall. Like Lisa, Rip is similarly armed, his revolver tucked away in the holster at his side.
Considering what tends to happen in Wonderland, Rip considers it a smart habit to keep.]
I don't know if it's something to be concerned over, but I can assure you: the clarification had nothing to do with your brother or Mr. Rory.
[No, Lisa had earned that consideration all on her own, thank you very much. And if she has any doubts, her next question makes Rip stop in his tracks, his eyes wide for a moment as he stares at her, sputtering to try and figure out what to say.]
--Oh bloody hell. [Seems as good a place to start as any.] Yes. That would be entirely correct, on every count. [Rip is neither gay, a stripper, nor interested in taking his clothes off for Leonard Snart's entertainment. So glad they've gotten that cleared up.]
But just so I can be prepared, are you going to continue asking me questions along these sort of lines the whole time we're out? I'd like to know how much alcohol I might need to brace myself with.
[Please stop now, Lisa.]
Considering what tends to happen in Wonderland, Rip considers it a smart habit to keep.]
I don't know if it's something to be concerned over, but I can assure you: the clarification had nothing to do with your brother or Mr. Rory.
[No, Lisa had earned that consideration all on her own, thank you very much. And if she has any doubts, her next question makes Rip stop in his tracks, his eyes wide for a moment as he stares at her, sputtering to try and figure out what to say.]
--Oh bloody hell. [Seems as good a place to start as any.] Yes. That would be entirely correct, on every count. [Rip is neither gay, a stripper, nor interested in taking his clothes off for Leonard Snart's entertainment. So glad they've gotten that cleared up.]
But just so I can be prepared, are you going to continue asking me questions along these sort of lines the whole time we're out? I'd like to know how much alcohol I might need to brace myself with.
[Please stop now, Lisa.]
[Rip's reaction was pure gold. And Lisa Snart knows gold when she sees it. So it wasn't a surprise when she is caught by a sudden and genuine bout of laughter. He'd been growing immune to her flustering charm lately, and it seems her decision to turn up the volume of it was the right way to go about ripping the rug out from under him.]
I guess I can behave myself just this once for the sake of your liver. Besides, I think that moment where your uptight, British brain stalled and had to reboot will sustain me for a while.
[The grin she offers up next is playful as she starts down the hallway past him.] And as much as it might be amusing to tell Leonard I had to carry you home after drinking you under the table, it wouldn't help to preserve your dignity any and that's what we're setting out to do.
I guess I can behave myself just this once for the sake of your liver. Besides, I think that moment where your uptight, British brain stalled and had to reboot will sustain me for a while.
[The grin she offers up next is playful as she starts down the hallway past him.] And as much as it might be amusing to tell Leonard I had to carry you home after drinking you under the table, it wouldn't help to preserve your dignity any and that's what we're setting out to do.
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