Seattle Summer Showoff

[basic_powers]

As they exist from the narrow door of the linen closet for his apartment, Dinah will see two doors down the hallway to her left. One has a biohazard sign hanging from it, and the other is part-way open, enough that one can see the window and bed inside. There's a couple of photos hanging from the wall, one of Beauford and a blonde young woman laughing with the lights of a carnival in the twilight background, and one with Beauford and a reddish-brown haired man in a repurposed tan flightsuit, grinning in front of a college graduation ceremony.

To her right, she'll see that Beauford was infact not exaggerating at all about the shoebox size of his apartment's kitchen, as there is only a tiny island seperating it from the small living room. There's a well-used black futon and coffee table with a little black laptop on top of magazines and comic books. Against the wall there's a shelf with a flatscreen tv, several videogame consoles and a dvd/bluray player. Light filters through the curtain outside and Dinah can likely see the door out of the apartment with three bicycles hanging from hooks beside it on the wall, and pannier bags for the bikes hung with coats and hats from the coat rack.

It doesn't take much guessing to figure out that the blue and gunmetal bike is Beauford's from the homemade welds and adjustments given to it.

"Welcome to my humble bachelor pad...I'd give you the tour but this is pretty much it."

Comments

[raptorcanaria]

"She's not short on comparisons with how the Societyy did things better."

[basic_powers]

...He's not going to get anywhere with her, is he?

"...yes, well, I think that's more of a drive to improve, considering Uncle Ray talking about his college days involved thesises done in a year."

[raptorcanaria]

Not unless he breaks her denial with an outright 'your Mom said she knew'.

"Maybe."

Dinah shrugs, and is quiet for a couple of steps, because she's aware that complaining about how terrible it is to have a Mom who loves her and has an interest in her is... less than tactful in this circumstance.

"I think she's getting better. She knows how much it annoys me."

[basic_powers]

He's not about to break the promise to Dinah Snr. in regards to not telling her daughter about what she knows.

...and it is those little things that emphasis that Dinah is smart, and contemplative in her own right and way...

Tact about his family anyways.

"...still, you want to work out a cover story for the next visit while we have the chance?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Yeah," Dinah admits, looking at the sidewalk in front of her for a few steps while she thinks. "Guess you can always come in and leave through the front door, at least."

[basic_powers]

"And if she asks, I'm...well aside from cooking a massive meal...what else could I be coming to Gotham of all places for?"

Dangit. That city has no tourism industry.

[raptorcanaria]

"Gotham U?" Dinah suggests. "You need to use the library? It's the biggest academic library in the country."

[basic_powers]

"...Gotham U, to do a little book delving into medieval history and culture." Beauford nods, musing over the words. "That sounds at least reasonably plausible. Sort of a working holiday, I wouldn't mind getting back into teaching history, after all."

[raptorcanaria]

"Plus I'm prettyy sure she thinks you're in the business," Dinah says, semi-idly. "I don't have any friends who aren't. And she won't ask that because - you don't."

[basic_powers]

"Uh-huh......great..." Beauford sighs. "You just happen to know differently, right?"

"....well, at least she won't ask what kind of...businessman, I am."

[raptorcanaria]

"She won't," Dinah says. "She knows you're not League, but I think she knew Tommy was a Speedster when we were dating, so she assumes people are businessmen."

[basic_powers]

"Mh." Monosyllablic reply.

"...there's one of the trolley stations." Beauford points out the wrought iron fencing and cherry red building with the cars waiting under it's roof. "...never get sick of seeing something as well made as that."

[raptorcanaria]

"That is beautiful," Dinah agrees, pausing to take in the architecture. "There's nothing like that in Gotham."

[basic_powers]

Beauford stands still looking at the building for a moment longer before nudging Dinah lightly with an elbow...

"Come on, let's get heading back....sun's already getting low in the sky."

By the time they get to the ticketbooth, there's a good line formed, with plenty of your standard grab bag of tourists. Some old ladies with fannypacks...two families with semi-bored and tired looking children, and a few actual local customers.

[raptorcanaria]

And Dinah, with her aquarium backpack and plush octopus, is happy to be a tourist.

"How far are we going?"

[basic_powers]

"Up as far as Blessurd Blvd, then we're going to hop a regular shuttle up to a station about 2 blocks from my apartment." Beauford smiles, moving into line behind Dinah with his bag of goods from the aquarium and the leftover pizza box.

"And then I figure it's either naps and Milliways, or I spoil you with future tech video games."

[raptorcanaria]

"Video games," Dinah repeats. "Not sure I'm intrested. No good movies?"

[basic_powers]

"A few good movies, some french animations that Julie happens to like..." Beauford says as they get their tickets and head towards the trolley.

"A Monkey's Tale is alright, I tend towards more cheesy campy horrors."

[raptorcanaria]

"French animation sounds better than campy horrors," Dinah admits. "Though if it's bad enough, I could watch one of those too."

The empty seats are a little way down the car, and she scoots up next to the window.

[basic_powers]

"I only have good taste in movies, you'll see." He grins, settling into the seat next to her...and get up again when an older lady looks for a place to sit down.

There's a bell rung overhead, just after that, as the trolley driver starts the climb up the rails to the top of the hill. Passengers mostly look out the windows towards the coastline not that far off, and can be glimpsed briefly between the fabulous architechture.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah stood at the same time, because talking doesn't work if one person is sitting, but she does leans down to peer at the sights on occasion.

"I'll believe you. But I reserve the right to call you a liar if it turns out you don't."

[basic_powers]

"Pbbht. I'll chalk it up to you having poor taste in movies then." Beauford replies, sticking out his tongue and pausing.

The trolley just shook, granted it's and older model of transport but...they're not supposed to shake like that.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah doesn't know that, so her frown is just a passing one, unitl she catches the look on the old lady's face and turns around to look at Beauford.

Is that normal?

[basic_powers]

No, no that's not normal and it's happening again and again with greater frequency before Beauford has a look of realization. Those thuds sound like something running towards them and he's starting to yell as something that looks like the bastard child of a mutagenic threesome of a lobster, octopus and Godzilla crests over the side of a hill to the side of the trolley car.

"GET DOWN AND GRAB SOMETHING SOLID!"

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah does nothing of the sort. What she does do, though, is drop her backpack on the ground and glance towards Beauford, looking apologetic.

She has to; she hopes he understands.

Then she's heading for the nearest open window.