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[ Robert wakes up in a room of strangers, wearing a blue yukata that actually isn't terribly unflattering. Red flag number one, probably.
He tries his best not to wake any of the others by kind of tiptoeing across the tatami floor, though there's a high chance it will creak or he'll stub his toe or something. Especially once he opens the lucky bag and he's met with bad luck. Won the fashion lottery but lost the rest, it seems. If he doesn't stub his toe, he just flat out trips over nothing. Or maybe even another person's body that he could have sworn wasn't anywhere near his foot five seconds ago. ]
Shit- [ noticing his roommates paying any attention to him will get him to smile awkwardly, holding up his hands. His stealth plan has failed, he can own up to that. ] Uh.. sorry. I'll just be on my — [ when he turns to go, he blindsides himself right into the side of the door. He groans. ] I'm not normally this embarrassing on a first meeting... promise.
Sushi Jenga
[ It has been a(n embarrassingly) long time since Robert just played a game for the sake of having fun. He's barely even really had recreation time in general, unless you count when he willingly goes to the gym to work out by himself. But it seems there's not much else to do in this weird inn he's supposedly been spirited away to (he never saw that one movie but he's pretty sure waking up in a bathhouse in another world usually isn't a great idea) and the best way to gather some information when you have nothing to go off of? Is to talk to other lifeforms around the area.
So he'll join an occasional game if there's room for another player. Sitting at the jenga table, he currently eyes the tower while taking up his chopsticks, trying to decide the most strategic piece to remove. ]
Just so you know, I literally can't pay you back if I fail at this, so I intend to go all out.
Baths
[ Also in the interest of gathering intel (and not just idly sitting around wondering what the actual fuck is going on), Robert also hits up the baths. He regularly showers at work in the locker room so he isn't shy about wandering around with a towel at his waist, even if his body is a wasteland of scars, bruises, and discolorations.
The monkeys are a bit much, but otherwise he has to admit that this is the most relaxing environment he's been in in — well, for as long as he can remember. It's really nice, and in turn it puts him in a better mood than he has been. While he didn't come with the intention of getting freaky with a stranger, he's still amenable to company (and you never know when the sparks could fly, am I right). ]
If you're coming in this bath, watch out for that monkey over there. [ he points ] It's had this nefarious look in its eye the entire time I've been in here.
[ yes he's being a little corny but that's part of his charm probably. But also that monkey does look up to no good. ]
Free Play
[ While Robert is not exactly shy, he's not been gung-ho about putting himself out there, especially for the more intimate encounters. He's strictly been trying to get information for the most part, and the staff doesn't approve. So eventually he's rounded up as one of the stray pets in need of loving, which is ... incredibly embarrassing.
The moment he's approached by prospective "owners", he tries to back out of it, which may or may not add to his appeal. ]
I'm good. Really. We don't need to do all this.
[ But we do, actually. ]
Wildcard, Etc.
[ Hit me up with anything! I am all for any of the prompts. Gen or Smut are both fine, Robert is in his 30s and I am playing him as bisexual. Let me know if you have any questions or I can be messaged at haurchefant! Will also switch to prose if that's your preference! ]
[ Outside of the occasional round of pool, Bigby’s not one for fun and games, much less with a complete stranger. Maybe it’s just being well-fed and relaxed for once that’s got him in an exceptionally good mood, even if his expression is as grumpy as ever. He leans back, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand. ]
Your move or mine? Unless a game with no stakes is suddenly not worth it.
[ That gets Robert to raise a brow. That does take some of the wind out of the sails, did whomever's in charge of all this think that one through? Guessing that his opponent here is about as freshly arrived as he is. ]
You know I'm kind of curious what happens, then. Think they'd just let us walk away?
[ They have technically? been kidnapped? But the whole situation is messed up, frankly. ]
I don't have much better to do right now, either way, so I'm game if you are.
Now there's a thought. [ Bigby scoffs into his drink before taking a sip. ] Knowing our generous hosts, one of us has to leave richer somehow.
[ Whatever the fuck that might mean for the two of them. Leaning forward again, he sets his glass down to pick up the chopsticks a bit awkwardly. Good thing he already got a primer on how to hold these properly for once, because it feels just as bad as learning how to use a fork and knife for the first time. ]
[ Robert smirks a little, picking up his own drink from nearby for a sip. ]
All the more reason to go all in, then.
[ If one of them is still going to leave richer, that's enough incentive. He might even share some of the wealth if he happens to come out on top. But they'll see. ]
Played the original version as a kid. No chopsticks or suggestive actions involved. I can go first if you're a bit nervous.
Yeah, I haven't trusted a monkey since I was about fourteen years old.
[ The story behind that is complicated, but the short version can be summed up in three words: 'teenage superhero sidekick'. Add on 'from the Golden Age' and you've got a pretty full picture.
He's grown up since then, less than his years would actually account for but that's just how it goes, and now he's just a muscular young man with a surprising lack of scars but a pretty decent set of racoon eyes from lack of sleep. He's got a coffee in one hand as he settles into the water not too near but not too far from Robert; it's rare that one will find him without coffee, given the alternative. ]
Sand. Just kind of... woke up here a few hours ago. No idea what's going on, but so far it's less terrible than most of the other mystical pocket dimensions I've been kidnapped to so I'm waiting to see what's wrong with it before being difficult. You?
[ That wasn't the answer he was expecting, and he can't help but raise his eyebrow about it. ]
Dare I ask? I kind of want to ask.
[ A childhood story involving monkey trauma sounds like a great way to bond with a guy you've just met in an outdoor onsen. But also might make Robert feel a little like his own childhood wasn't so fucked up. It was, but that's beside the point.
At the very least, they're brothers in arms with their raccoon eyes. Though Robert doesn't have any coffee or anything. Too hot for a hot spring dip. ]
Robert. And, same, except I've never been to a mystical pocket dimension before either, so. Pretty new to that I guess.
[ He leans back and lets the water start to do it's work. Then he shrugs and pulls up his other hand to start listing. ]
You know, I could mention Lex Lemur, Monsieur Mallah, Congorilla, Gorilla Grodd- there is an outrageous number of monkey supervillains out there per capita and I truly feel for Detective Chimp for the rep it makes him deal with [ he shakes his head ] but for me? It was the stuff that Gabby, Midnight's sidekick, used to pull when the two of us got stuck somewhere during a meeting. He wasn't part of the Justice Society or anything-
[ A pause for clarity. ]
Midnight. Not Gabby. Gabby- definitely not, no-
[ And right back to talking with his hands, a New York accent well and truly salting his words- ]
But he'd come in when there was something big going on, talk with the others-
[ But that is when he will pause. ]
...I... sound like a lunatic, don't I?
[ Sand... largely sleeps at bizarre hours, when he does sleep. He was raised by a superhero, uncled and aunted by superheroes, and all of his friends are. He hasn't socialized with civilians since he was in college, a brief island of time he barely remembers since it was just after his hospital stay and that's when his Aunt Dian's health had been going down the toilet. This is not a guy trying to namedrop and look cool. This is a guy realizing that he does, indeed, sound completely bonkers, probably. ]
[ Robert takes a moment to make himself comfortable too, tilting his head as he listens to this ... tale.
He catches the New York accent so he mainly has one question at first, and that is: what the fuck is going on with New York and its monkey population? Aside from that, Sand has kind of lost him, but then you have to remember they're apparently from different dimensions? So he can only assume the Justice Society is similar to SDN or even the group his father used to be a part of.
Still, this guy is really going off about this— ]
A little, yeah.
[ Maybe not for the reasons he thinks. ]
You're a superhero then. Or ... were?
[ The superhero equivalent of a child movie star? That sounds rough and also pretty wrong actually. ]
[ His ramble was about half social awkwardness and half extreme sleep withdrawal, something that the 'nap' that brought him here did not cure. Sand's record for not sleeping spans almost two weeks, probably the least well-considered use of his supernatural constitution he could manage, but he was at two days or so before he came here.
It's not an excuse, and certainly not one he'd use, but it might explain some things. Regardless, he shakes his head.]
Back then? Nah. [ A wry smile.] Mystery men. The 'Super' stuff didn't start until after the war. [ Yes, he's talking about World War II.] And I wasn't part of the club, not yet, anyway. I was there same as Gabby: a sidekick working with my mentor, the Sandman.
[He waves one hand and sinks into the water a little as his other hand rubs at his face.]
The point I was making was that I have never seen an animal manage that much mischief in that little time. [Beat.] And after they nearly destroyed the kitchen, Gabby had the nerve to try and pin it on me. Pointed at me like they were on a crime scene. Little jerk.
[ Someone without funds? Well that's not really a problem - ]
I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement if you lose.
[ That's a little menacing, despite how Cale is smiling. Now how they can call it event? Eh, depends on what Cale feels like. The thing is, Cale is going to play to win.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Cale might have an unfair advantage here, from the way that he's holding those chopsticks. He might be some kind of "noble brat" now, but that's not who he had been previously. ]
[ He replies with a lifted brow. It's definitely a little menacing, though Robert isn't completely opposed to it. However he is also playing to win, so he feels like there is a good chance he won't have to owe this guy anything.
Not that he's ever had supremely good luck before but he's not the superstitious type so that hardly matters. ]
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Robert Robertson III | Dispatch | Current player, New character
Sushi Jenga
Baths
Free Play
Wildcard, Etc.
sushi jenga
[ Outside of the occasional round of pool, Bigby’s not one for fun and games, much less with a complete stranger. Maybe it’s just being well-fed and relaxed for once that’s got him in an exceptionally good mood, even if his expression is as grumpy as ever. He leans back, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand. ]
Your move or mine? Unless a game with no stakes is suddenly not worth it.
[ The choice is yours this time, Robert. ]
no subject
You know I'm kind of curious what happens, then. Think they'd just let us walk away?
[ They have technically? been kidnapped? But the whole situation is messed up, frankly. ]
I don't have much better to do right now, either way, so I'm game if you are.
no subject
[ Whatever the fuck that might mean for the two of them. Leaning forward again, he sets his glass down to pick up the chopsticks a bit awkwardly. Good thing he already got a primer on how to hold these properly for once, because it feels just as bad as learning how to use a fork and knife for the first time. ]
You ever play this before?
[ He's game without saying he's game. ]
no subject
All the more reason to go all in, then.
[ If one of them is still going to leave richer, that's enough incentive. He might even share some of the wealth if he happens to come out on top. But they'll see. ]
Played the original version as a kid. No chopsticks or suggestive actions involved. I can go first if you're a bit nervous.
baths
[ The story behind that is complicated, but the short version can be summed up in three words: 'teenage superhero sidekick'. Add on 'from the Golden Age' and you've got a pretty full picture.
He's grown up since then, less than his years would actually account for but that's just how it goes, and now he's just a muscular young man with a surprising lack of scars but a pretty decent set of racoon eyes from lack of sleep. He's got a coffee in one hand as he settles into the water not too near but not too far from Robert; it's rare that one will find him without coffee, given the alternative. ]
Sand. Just kind of... woke up here a few hours ago. No idea what's going on, but so far it's less terrible than most of the other mystical pocket dimensions I've been kidnapped to so I'm waiting to see what's wrong with it before being difficult. You?
no subject
Dare I ask? I kind of want to ask.
[ A childhood story involving monkey trauma sounds like a great way to bond with a guy you've just met in an outdoor onsen. But also might make Robert feel a little like his own childhood wasn't so fucked up. It was, but that's beside the point.
At the very least, they're brothers in arms with their raccoon eyes. Though Robert doesn't have any coffee or anything. Too hot for a hot spring dip. ]
Robert. And, same, except I've never been to a mystical pocket dimension before either, so. Pretty new to that I guess.
no subject
You know, I could mention Lex Lemur, Monsieur Mallah, Congorilla, Gorilla Grodd- there is an outrageous number of monkey supervillains out there per capita and I truly feel for Detective Chimp for the rep it makes him deal with [ he shakes his head ] but for me? It was the stuff that Gabby, Midnight's sidekick, used to pull when the two of us got stuck somewhere during a meeting. He wasn't part of the Justice Society or anything-
[ A pause for clarity. ]
Midnight. Not Gabby. Gabby- definitely not, no-
[ And right back to talking with his hands, a New York accent well and truly salting his words- ]
But he'd come in when there was something big going on, talk with the others-
[ But that is when he will pause. ]
...I... sound like a lunatic, don't I?
[ Sand... largely sleeps at bizarre hours, when he does sleep. He was raised by a superhero, uncled and aunted by superheroes, and all of his friends are. He hasn't socialized with civilians since he was in college, a brief island of time he barely remembers since it was just after his hospital stay and that's when his Aunt Dian's health had been going down the toilet. This is not a guy trying to namedrop and look cool. This is a guy realizing that he does, indeed, sound completely bonkers, probably. ]
no subject
He catches the New York accent so he mainly has one question at first, and that is: what the fuck is going on with New York and its monkey population? Aside from that, Sand has kind of lost him, but then you have to remember they're apparently from different dimensions? So he can only assume the Justice Society is similar to SDN or even the group his father used to be a part of.
Still, this guy is really going off about this— ]
A little, yeah.
[ Maybe not for the reasons he thinks. ]
You're a superhero then. Or ... were?
[ The superhero equivalent of a child movie star? That sounds rough and also pretty wrong actually. ]
no subject
It's not an excuse, and certainly not one he'd use, but it might explain some things. Regardless, he shakes his head.]
Back then? Nah. [ A wry smile.] Mystery men. The 'Super' stuff didn't start until after the war. [ Yes, he's talking about World War II.] And I wasn't part of the club, not yet, anyway. I was there same as Gabby: a sidekick working with my mentor, the Sandman.
[He waves one hand and sinks into the water a little as his other hand rubs at his face.]
The point I was making was that I have never seen an animal manage that much mischief in that little time. [Beat.] And after they nearly destroyed the kitchen, Gabby had the nerve to try and pin it on me. Pointed at me like they were on a crime scene. Little jerk.
Sushi Jenga
I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement if you lose.
[ That's a little menacing, despite how Cale is smiling. Now how they can call it event? Eh, depends on what Cale feels like. The thing is, Cale is going to play to win.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Cale might have an unfair advantage here, from the way that he's holding those chopsticks. He might be some kind of "noble brat" now, but that's not who he had been previously. ]
no subject
[ He replies with a lifted brow. It's definitely a little menacing, though Robert isn't completely opposed to it. However he is also playing to win, so he feels like there is a good chance he won't have to owe this guy anything.
Not that he's ever had supremely good luck before but he's not the superstitious type so that hardly matters. ]
You want to go first then? You look ready to go.