Post-Holtman

## whipding10/22/2018

Sam carefully parked the Escalade out front of headquarters, finally letting go of his breath. The massive SUV was a far cry from the usual little moped he sped around on, and the responsibility of driving around a drugged-up, practically comatose elderly man had been quite unceremoniously thrust on him. He hadn't exactly thrilled to be involved with all this when it'd started, so by now he was mentally exhausted. And of course, once again, he could really have done with a change of clothes.
He didn't really know what to do with Holtman outside of making sure he wasn't dead, but he reasoned it wasn't really his problem anymore. He glanced at Anastasia and particularly Kyle before he entered the building; he still wasn't totally comfortable with how they'd dealt with the kidnapper. Sure, what Kyle had done was unlikely to be permanent, but it seemed a tad... impulsive. Definitely not heroic.
His discomfort vanished practically instantly the moment he walked into the living room, the scene being far more upbeat than outside. Pizza. Pizza everywhere, and people who actually seemed happy - some who he recognised, and others who he was pretty sure he'd never seen in his life, including their glorious and gracious leader, who was currently squirreled away on the house phone. Sam perched himself on the arm of the nearest couch, merely taking a breather before he had to go and get changed.

## Mob Boss Peggy10/22/2018

Leo pulled up near Headquarters and hopped out of his damaged car to jog over to the Escalade. He didn't allow Anastasia to continue dragging the old guy around and instead picked the delusional, bony millionaire up bridal-style out of the vehicle. He could still smell the pollen everywhere. It was starting to make him a little bit dizzy despite driving with all of the windows open.
He was almost knocked over by two young, bickering people leaving at the same time he and his group were arriving. Leo entered Andy's house with the old guy in hand, expression brightening at the sight of everybody there. "Eeeeyyy, *amigos*! It's a party, eh? Who wants to make an easy 20 bucks?"

Andy looked up from his thoughtful pacing when Redux walked in and just stared at him as it dawned on him that the whole group who raided the mansion had just arrived at his house. His eyes were wide, anxious, and waiting. So when the door was suddenly kicked open again, he openly gasped at the sight of the Matador carrying in an old, incapacitated man.
"No. No, no no, no no, no." He muttered, wagging his finger at Leo as he approached him. "I told you not to--- He can't be here! Go - go bring him to the hospit-- I'm calling an ambulance." He said, quickly, throwing his hands up in frustration as he turned back around to reach for the phone. Leo's stretchy arm reached all the way across the room and blocked him from doing so.
Andy whipped his head back around. "W-what are you doing?"

Leo was happy to answer. He was a little off balance with his arm stretched out, trying to hold old Holtman, so he snapped his limb away and back into place.
"Calm down, Andre! You asked me to call Judge Willoughby, and I did. And *he* told me to keep old buddy here and make sure he's taken care of, and to get him on our side. He's gonna' take care of all the legal shit. This is *all* we have to do. And he likes young, pretty boys, so if you have nothing else to do - which it looks like ya' don't - go give him a bath and shove a smoothie down his feeding tube, eh?"

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee10/22/2018

If Andy was any more stressed there would be a vein throbbing on the side of his head. Cole continued to stuff his face with pizza wondering just how inappropriate it would be to offer the leader the last of the joint he'd smoked earlier, but before he could decide the door opened and people came flooding. Cole nodded at Redux in salute as he perched on the couch.
The moment the offer of twenty dollars came into the picture his hand shot up, but unfortunately Andy interjected. Damn, no bucks. Cole lowered his hand and returned his focus to his pizza but then what sounded like Andy being given task caused his brow to crease. Not being the brightest crayon in the box, his hand shot up again as he exclaimed "wait! I'll do it for fifteen!"(edited)

## whipding10/22/2018

Sam smiled and nodded back at Cole, but this look soon turned to concern and surprise as he offered up his services. There was no way he really understood what he was being asked to do, right? Sam certainly wouldn't do it for twenty, let alone anything less - it definitely wasn't worth haggling over. He thought about interjecting for a moment, but decided against it. The last thing he wanted was to accidently be signed up for this mess; He'd done more than enough today.

Instead, he slipped through the room to head upstairs, to trade his incredibly mucky clothes for something that hadn't literally been dragged through a ditch full of gunk that hadn't been touched for years. At least he didn't need a full shower this time...

## sephet10/22/2018

Kyle trudged into the base and kicked off his boots, feeling worn down to the bone and too tired to feel much more complicated emotions than a numb sort of anxiety. His head is throbbing behind his eyes and he only kind of registers Andy’s panic. He supposes it’s fair to be panicked about the old dude. “Bein’ drugged like that is seriously unpleasant, get him tucked in somewhere or whatever to fuckin’ sleep it off.”

“Can I have first dibs on one of the showers? I feel like cold puke an’ I don’t want none of this fuckin’ pollen still on me.” He scrubs his hands through his hair and begins shuffling to a bathroom, unless anyone stops him first.

## Mob Boss Peggy10/22/2018

"It's Andy..." The leader mumbled when Leo said his name incorrectly. Knowing Leo, it was probably on purpose. Or he was just an asshole, which the latter Andy was really starting to think. *No,* he didn't want to think that. Leo meant well, he was just a little more daring than Andy preferred anyone to be when it came to these dangerous situations. He was just a loudmouth, who meant well. Andy tried not to take the other hero's condescending tone of voice to heart, but... It was really hard.
He bit his bottom lip and stared at the old man in Leo's arms until he heard Cole's voice break the silence, and thank goodness for that, because there was no way Andy was going to give that old guy a freaking bath. He nodded at Kyle when the depressed and tired-looking man passed by. He was rather concerned about the young hero as well, if he had indeed been kidnapped and tortured as Leo had said. "You don't even have to ask, man. Take your time."(edited)

## Mob Boss Peggy10/22/2018

"SOLD - to grenade gut over there! Kyle, go to the upstairs shower, this dude needs the tub." Leo exclaimed and gestured with his chin for Cole to follow him into the trippy submarine bathroom on the first floor.
He carefully dumped Holtman into the cartoonish tub. "Ok, *ese*, scrub him down good. He's covered in some nasty poisonous shit, so put on some gloves. Use lots of soap. Get all up into the creases."
The elastic man reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and procured a crisp twenty dollar bill. He laid it on top of the sink. "Keep the change for ya' trouble."

October 23, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee10/23/2018

Cole's scrambled to his feet and dropped the pizza slide he'd been working on onto the lid of the pizza box, hurrying over to follow Leo. As they arrived to the submarine-colored tub the young hero put his game face on and nodded eagerly, thinking washing and old man was an easy task instead of taking in risk of the nasty poisonous shit. "You got it, man. Squeaky clean" he assured Matador, already reaching for the soap.
"Oh, shit. Thanks man!" Cole said gleefully as he was told to keep the whole twenty. After Leo left, and only after Leo left, he whispered a celebratory "yesss" to himself before kneeling down and raiding the cabinet under the sink for gloves. The sound of plastic bottles and splashing water echoed in the bathroom as he went about washing Holtman the same way he went about everything else in life– sloppily.(edited)

## birdman | Valentine10/23/2018

Watching the event unfold in its entirety moments before it happened had left Valentine in quite a state of disarray. Internally, of course, trying to juggle anticipation and reaction was proving to be quite the overwhelming task as several new people showed up on Andy's doorstep, and their quiet meeting had turned into a disaster of a rager in a matter of double-played seconds. He didn't have much of a lag, as far as he was aware. Externally, however, he'd put on the unintentional expression of being stoned out of his absolute gourd, and due to the unfortunate circumstances was not prepared to give a good first impression- he'd seen it already, it was right shit- to either of the loud men who had entered the household, verbal guns a-blazin'. He hadn't even noticed Cole leaving until he was upstairs.

## Mob Boss Peggy10/23/2018

Andy had to actually go do things now that he was back in town, so he didn't stick around terribly long at his house. He left it in the hands of the heroes which, after having been gone for a good hour, wasn't such a great idea, he realized.
When he returned around 4:00, he had a brand new phone in hand, then spent the next hour or so buried in it to get everything back to how he liked it. Then, he spent the next hour with Mr. Lucius Greene on the line, explaining that he needed a *whole bunch* of clothes that were fireproof that looked like his old clothes.
That, the older man didn't seem to understand.
"No, no, that's not my style... I don't need a sportcoat or dress pants, or a tux... what's an oxford..? Should I just... Send you pictures..?"
Andy simply paced around in the kitchen with the phone glued on his ear.

## Mob Boss Peggy10/23/2018

Leo, on the other hand, was enjoying the little house like it was his own. After Kyle was finished showering, he followed suit, and slipped into some spare long pants and a plain white T-shirt, setting the chauffer's outfit in the fireplace with Holtman's and Kyle's old clothes (sorry Kyle).
Old Holtman had been washed up and dressed, and put into a nice, warm spare bed to recover from the poison that DeeDee had subjected him to. "Check on him if you walk past," Leo told everyone who stuck around, as he popped open a bottle of wine that, after looking it up on his phone Leo found that it cost about eight thousand dollars. "Make sure he hasn't died on us. Dude is *ancient*."
But he didn't stick around for his own advice. Leo took the bottle of wine and a few glasses up to the second floor balcony with a big, soft quilt he'd found while snooping around. The balcony was covered by an awning to protect from the elements and was all sorts of bright colors, just like the rest of the house. A series of covers and cushions were laid upon the couches. There were a couple of standing heaters radiating a little warmth.
He took a moment to check his phone for any notifications and to make a little bit of mischief of his own.
Somewhere between sips of the fine wine, Leo fell asleep under the big quilt, into a short slumber that was much-needed after their mission.(edited)

## Vodka Aunt10/23/2018

When they arrived back at the headquarters, Anastasia was quick to claim a spot for the showers. She was eager to wash off the remnants of the day, specifically Dee Dee's pollen and Holtman's old man fluids.
She stayed in the shower for a selfishly long time, processing the day's events.

After her shower she wanders through the upstairs hall and happens to spot Leo's elaborate balcony setup. More importantly, she spots specks of white dancing in the air. The young woman slips outside, letting the door slam shut behind her. She steps over Leo's sleeping form to lean over the edge and catch a few snowflakes with her tongue. Satisfied and never the stranger to slipping into bed with someone, the Mimic climbs under the large quilt to quell her shivers.
Her arm brushes against the bottle of expensive wine and she lifts it to inspect it. She was never very fond of wine, forgoing the glasses to knock back several large swigs straight from the bottle.
"What a way to end a day, huh?" She murmurs to Leo's slumbering form.

## sephet10/23/2018

After being thoroughly scrubbed and changed into fresh clean clothes Kyle takes a moment to morn one of his few pairs of good jeans before shuffling out onto the balcony as well. There are too many people in the main room to get much rest, but it’s too empty and quiet everywhere else, so curling up on the balcony with Leo is just the compromise he needed. He’s gotten to a point where too tired to function trumps sleeping problems and he dozes lazily while curled up tight. Trauma can be processed after actually getting some goddamn sleep.