Characters: Speedy, Terra (Audrey), Open to All! Setting: Jump City Mega-Mall, midafternoon, sun peeking through clouds after a short but pelting hailstorm; blame global-whatever-ing for California in November acting like Toronto in early-winter. Previous Threads: After Terra gets to Jump, and after Speedy and Co. met Kid Devil at the Tower. Plot Summary: Speedy asked Terra out on a date chill-sessh' a few weeks ago when he was getting settled in Jump after his transfer from Steel. Just getting to know his new Tower-mates. It helps she's pretty! They were planning on hitting the fragrance and food vendors anyway, but a sudden weather malfunction went down, so others from off the street have made more unplanned ventures into the mall, and the two may come across Titans, Trouble, both or neither.
"S'a shame Aqualad isn'here. He woulda turned that storm into a swimming pool." The ginger's brows knit through his domino mask, in mock displeasure at the weather.
It was a rather uncomfortable sensation when, on a windless, rather temperate day in November, you were attacked by totally uncalled for ice cubes the size of jawbreakers.
Speedy pulled his damp and in some spots, frozen, forest-green v-neck up over his face to dry it, sleeveless canvas hoodie over-top having done its best, but in the end, little to protect him from the elements. Maybe there was some difficult weather-manipulating villain around. He'd have to keep an eye out, even amidst the downtime in the pleasant, if not snarkastic company of Terra.
The reason for his civvies was simple; he'd lost the usual fiery ensemble for a more muted colour scheme.
His date team-mate had mentioned something about preferring earth tones, after all, and the amorous archer was nothing if not considerate. --of other people. ..sometimes.
They had stopped in a fragrance shop on the 4th level, kiddy-corner away from an Arlo's Burger. Such convenient floor-planning; it was like they knew he'd be here with Terra on this day in the future! And convenience cost was negligible until you bought something!
Although he did intend to check out what the young lady seemed to gravitate towards and pick her up a little something, as well as do something about their lunch bill.
" 'Safe Haven'. Like this place just became, to us! Smells more like 'Safe and Sorry', though," he grunted, spritzing the air in front of them with some mixture of mulched herb, lavender and he suspected actual mud that wasn't all that appealing. Speedy crinkled his nose and set the expensive-looking spritzer back down on the tempered glass shelf.
"If you need me, and you will: I'll be over in Aisle A for Axe."
Tara never really understood the whole domino mask thing. It made sense when you were in costume and all, but when traveling around town casually, it just drew attention to yourself. Sure, people on occasion knew who she was out of the Titan uniform she had, but Titans like Robin and Speedy here were explicitly referred to as their hero identities. She supposed they had families to protect though. Terra shared the priviledge that Starfire and Raven did that if you knew who her family was, you generally knew who she was, and no mask would prevent that recognition.
So here she was, dressed in her flight bomber jacket with the stuffed inside, and a pair of jeans. She had debated on the jacket in the morning, but seeing how this storm rolled in, she was glad to have taken it. There were worse positions to be in really. Speedy was a schmaltz and all, but at least he was funny. Plus they basically had a whole mall to play with. The "hang-out" (she was sure at least several people who shall not be named were calling it a date.) was specifically for the fragrance store and Arlo's, but there was no saying they couldn't go somewhere else.
"I really have no idea why you'd call a fragrance store Safe Haven. Sounds more like the name for a daycare honestly," Terra pondered as she fiddled with a bottle labeled 'Prickly Pear'. She casually slid the lid off the demo bottle and sniffed before reeling back with a wince. "That is NOT prickly pear..." she hissed quietly, having seen and smelled many a prickly pear in her time in the desert.
At that point, Speedy made off to those 'Men's Deodorant Sprays' with no reserve. He WOULD invest in something like that. That or Vitalis cologne. "I thought this was a fragrance store, not a men's locker room," she couldn't help but quip as he zipped off. She watched him go to those metal cans with the edgey labels and gave a little smirk at the sight of a boy and his toys. Having pushed the prickly pear bottle so far back no one would ever know it was there and suffer that imposter of a scent, she moved towards a series of green bottles.
Most of them were along the lines of jasmine tea leaves or tea tree therapy; a concept that couldn't help but manifest as a psychistrist attempting to interview a little tree sprout in Terra's head. One smaller bottle though seemed an interesting notion to her: "Whetstone". It was an odd thing to make a scent of, but when you had these specialized stores, they would make a fragrance out of ANYTHING. She popped the cap off and smelled the liquid inside. It wasn't too bad honestly. It didn't smell like a whetstone really, but more like a canyon after it had just rained, which was a plenty fine smell in her opinion. It was an imposter like the prickly pear, but an acceptable one. She noticed the floral aisle nearby and pondered if they might have Desert Rose or Indian Paintbrush before casually sauntering over.
"Perfume Pre-K-Mart: Bottled Fragrances for Babies. Sounds like a solid business gamble ta me." The deodorant spray aisle was close enough to the more neutral and theme-scents that they could continue conversation comfortably. Speedy towered over some of the displays at least a good head or three.
Some store-goers were making a bit of a racket, extrapolating from the one masked boy that the blonde he'd entered with was in fact another Titan.
As he surreptitiously took note of the little sampler Terra had set back down, he found himself leaning on a more sturdy-looking birch display of the more grown-up selection, having tucked some 'Tsunami' and 'Signature Suave' from the Axe aisle under each armpit,where they belonged.
"Haven't been in a men's locker recently, have ya. Everyone's moved on to the 'natural' movement. Y'know, like how some girls are chill with their 'pit-hair lately? Everyone waits to Axe it up til right outside the lockers, these days. Preserve the element within, wild'n free, that sorta thing." Speedy paused on just this particular display, because if she looked up as they conversed, behind him was a superimposed image of his shirtless-self shooting an imaginary arrow on a banner.
The ad for Speedy-sponsored 'Arrowroot' cologne had emblazoned a steely-golden, bold, swirly scent-path across his arms like a tattoo.
Thanks to the banner, the din the (overwhelmingly female) group was making was only getting louder. In an effort to properly get back to escorting his date comrade on their day off, Speedy only took selfies with three separates and one group-shot, signed two of his spritzers (which already had his name on them), one girls' neck, and allowed merely three of them to sign his arms.
With their phone numbers.
Photoshop was pretty rad. It was too bad his computer skills sucked.
"I'm pretty easy to please, so I'm done here," decided the poster boy, trying to decide between some of Ollie's more pricey go-tos including foreign elements to the teen, from the mature section, now that it had gotten quieter.
After a sampling, the second one had warm sandalwood and sorta sounded like a Megaman Reploid! 'Vetiver' it was.
He made sure to swipe a 'Whetstone' bottle and nestle it hidden beneath his other purchases in a mini-felt basket, before meandering over through the Floral aisle in front of her.
"Where you looking for somat in particular, though, Terra?" Speedy asked, head slightly tilted as he peered at her contemplative face. Mostly her eyes, though. He was a sucker for the eyes.
They could chat through the spaces. If the heady atmosphere didn't knock one of them out first.
That was the only real summary there was for Terra's thoughts on the previous couple minutes. Logical sense seemed to have had a momentary lapse in function as Terra was bombarded with a entire series of absurd notions, like a Samuel Beckett play going in fast forward. Not that anyone here would even know who Samuel Beckett was. Absurdism kind of went out the door in favor of CGI Explosions.
Terra listened with great incredulousness to Speedy's defense of Men's Locker Rooms, her eyebrow raised so high, it was practically occupying it's own air space. "Well I suppose that's an improvement really. I think even the worst body odor is better smelling than whatever 'Bearglove' or 'Swagger' are supposed to smell like," she scoffed complete eye roll and shoulder shrug. What even was a Bearglove? How does a metaphysical concept like Swagger have a scent? Such questions were not of any importance to the deodorant world evidently.
Before any in-depth discussion could arise though, Tara realized Speedy had strategically places himself in front of a cardboard... Well, recreation wasn't the right word. Parts of it CLEARLY were not him. Regardless, his recyclable doppelganger apparently had attracted a crowd of feisty ladies and even a couple awestruck menfolk... Although Terra was pretty sure one of them definitely had the hots for Speedy as he wept in the mere presence of the super teen.
Terra allowed the crowd to go through their permanent marker-fueled ritual before approaching Speedy with a mischeivious look on her face. "Arrowroot huh? Do you enjoy smelling like starch and tapioca? I think my grandma would buy out your whole stock if she was still alive," she snickered, knowing full well real arrowroot smelled nothing like whatever was coming out of that bottle. If it did, no one would even lay a hand on it unless they really liked the smell of old folk's home.
"Not really honestly. Just something that'll remind me of the desert. You wouldn't think you'd miss blistering death, but it grows on you over time," she responded as Speedy talked to her through the gaps looking into the floral section. He was doing that thing where he tried to look into her eyes deeply... Which just looks ridiculous when your eyes are covered by fabric. She paused and gave a smirk in return. "You look absolutely silly trying to look into my eyes with that mask on."
Speedy was often oblivious to the pure ridiculousness of his existence, much less his actions atop them. This was all just a day in the life for him.
"C'mon~. Wordplay aside, they've concocted a solid scent-mix to cater to the concept!" Speedy wasn't sure if using the word 'solid' twice in under 10 minutes was a sign he needed to update his vocab, or an unconscious hail to the rocksurfer's powers, but it had to stop, and soon.
It wouldn't do to bore her.
"Throw me into the mix, and GramGrams would've had no choice but to have very good taste." Or. Sense of smell?
He flashed her a grin at her snark, and at the labels on some of these Floral offerings.
"Ahh-hah yes. Greenpeace took me on a desert mission once..found out the hard way about that 'Blistering Death' Close Shave."
The masked boy flashed her said labels next, and skeptical looks motioned by his mask narrowing, in between his relating of the horrible anecdote.
"He left me out there for four days to test my tracking skills! Something about forwarding the experience he had on a deserted island in his boyhood."
He was holding up 'Wilted Petals' of an unidentified blossom, for those who wanted to exude misery he supposed, and 'Bee's Reverie', an amalgam of far too many blossoms at once for those who just couldn't decide.
Or wanted an expensive knock-out gas.
"Popped out of an underground bunker the fifth day, laughing, said he'd been tracking me just fine all along, so why couldn't I..? Old fart likes his pranks more than I do."
The way the corner of her lips curled at him brought his attention to her lips, but only momentarily. He let the ridicule slide. The addled archer couldn't get enough of those eyes.
"Oh, gee, is this thing on?" he joked, tapping the mask at the bridge of his nose as if trying to flick a malfunctioning device back to life. Speedy had enough confidence in his looks (his eyes were a bonus~) that he could afford to look and be silly practically all the time.
He took a sample of something simply called, 'Oasis'.
"Heh. I know what I'm doing~. You're looking back, aren'tchya?" Sure, but that was probably common courtesy.
It smelled how that gaze of hers made him feel, if that was possible. Cool and clear peppermint like after brushing your teeth, a bright dash of cinnamon over what claimed to be palm-leaves lowered over pomegranate-laden branches.
"Why were you in the desert, actually? You can fly. You could've kicked back anywhere." It was more like Christmas than a 'desert' scent, but he spritzed a bit more in front of her so she could choose whether to walk through and sample or not.
He'd leave the sprayfighting for after he'd safely made his purchases today.
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The roleplay takes place after the series end of the original Teen Titans animated show, but does not include the movie Trouble in Tokyo. Since then Robin has been on something of a recruiting spree, and many new young heroes have found themselves a home in Jump City as well as Titan Tower.
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