party ♔ ding-dong the dick's dead

[recruited]

WHO || Everyone. Everyone come if you're not on a mission.
WHAT || A party to celebrate Dimitris Sarandis sleeping with the fishes.
WHERE || Knights HQ. The fancy ballroom.
WHEN || Mid-March 2016.
HOW || Prose or actionspam welcome.

Cordelia and Steve have gotten together to plan a rather fun party to celebrate Sarandis being taken down. Abbie even managed to grab them a rather awesome band to entertain the guests and everything else was hand picked and decided on by Cordy and Steve. It's not as fancy as a squiring after party, but it's just as fun. The ballroom has been "dressed down" a little to match the relaxed atmosphere. Enjoy yourselves!

Comments

[allaboutme]

So what did you do?

[supertardiness]

I ... didn't actually do anything. I went along with his plan at first, but I learned that some things you can't really change, no matter how hard you try. I wasn't the one who stopped him, though.

[That was Eddie, doing something drastic and heroic all at the same time.]

[allaboutme]

He sounds like he might have been offended if it wasn't you.

[supertardiness]

He probably was. But I wasn't fast enough to stop him. Eddie was.

[Though it wasn't a sacrifice Eddie should have had to make.]

[allaboutme]

Are people with superspeed just a dime a dozen where you come from?

[supertardiness]

[He shrugs.]

As far as I know, we're the only two - but there are other people with powers.

[And Eddie was his descendant. You can't have a descendant if you never have children - or more to the point, don't exist to have children.]

[allaboutme]

Like superstrength?

[supertardiness]

Yeah. Or electrokinesis. I ran into a metahuman who could control the weather - two, actually - and one who could turn his body into poisonous gas.

[allaboutme]

That last one doesn't seem like much of a party trick.

[supertardiness]

Yeah, it's not. He used it to kill a lot of people.

[allaboutme]

How do you stop something like that?

[supertardiness]

Well, all metahumans have limits. I need to eat ten thousand calories a day in order to maintain my speed efficiently. He could only maintain his gaseous form for a certain period of time, and once he wore himself out it was back to solid human form again.

[He gives a small shrug.]

We built cells for criminals with powers and it keeps him pretty contained.

[allaboutme]

Did you say ten thousand?

[supertardiness]

Yeah. Averages out to like ... three dozen doughnuts a day? Give or take?

[allaboutme]

Meanwhile the rest of us have to count calories in a stick of gum.

[supertardiness]

[He gives a small shrug. This topic of conversation is always so awkward.]

It's not as great as it sounds. I'm eating pretty much all the time, plus if I don't eat enough I start passing out - it sort of takes the joy out of food, you know?

[allaboutme]

At least you never have to go to the gym.

[supertardiness]

Oh, no, I still go to the gym. My mentor is very insistent.

[He makes a face.]

But it's more for sparring and stuff than it is for cardio.

[allaboutme]

So you do like, karate?

[supertardiness]

Yeah. Mostly just trying to teach me better ways to fight more with speed than strength.

[allaboutme]

I kinda wanna see.

[supertardiness]

Really?

[Barry gives a small shrug.]

I mean, sure. Do you want to spar with me?

[allaboutme]

Huh? I mean... I guess I could.

[supertardiness]

I mean, you said you wanted to see me in action. Unless you have someone else in mind?

[allaboutme]

Hey, I'm not about to back down, even against a superhero. Bring it on.