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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Both of them are still in the bar.

Tim is seated at his usual table, with some of his signs laid falt on it. He's used so many. Kinda makes him smile. And he's making a list, of what's in his pockets, what's in his room, what he needs to hand out before he leaves... if there's something you're looking for, he'll be glad to hook you up. Might be why the sign that's up is

"SKATE RUGS, GET THEM WHILE THEY'RE HERE!"

Jack on the other hand is seated in a rafter, pouting at his father. He doesn't want to leave.He has friends here, a girlfriend, a ind of life, outside what he normally HAS to do. So, he's pouting, and trying to think up ways to stay.

Two Tims, get them before they're gone.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks to him

"What is a Skate Rug?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Ever seen a flying carpet?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Yeah.. I have they allow then in some parts of my world"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"It's a much smaller one."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Oh I see.. so just for one person in stead of a whole family?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Yup."

He nods.

"And useful for tricks."

[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

Johnny notes the sign and heads over.

"I just have to ask, Tim. What's a skate rug? ... Selling somethin'?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim grins slightly a the question.

"You ever heard of a flying carpet?"

[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

"Heard of, but haven't seen ..." He pauses, then a light goes on, somewhere. Or maybe the ones overhead just flicker a bit. "... You're not telling me there's a rug on wheels around here, are you?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Even better."

Tim spreads his fingers, searching through junk.

"Imagine a flying carpet, the size and shape of a skateboard. Capable of taking those wonderful skating tricks, to a new dimension."

[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

"Whoa!" He beams. "That sounds really neat! Not exactly my thing, but still, neat." Tilting his head at the pile, he gestures to it, idly. "What else you got in there, anyway?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim picks through them.

"Baby universe, candy cane from Santa, some super glasses, some action figures, kryptonite dice..."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

Ron spotted Tim and came over, pushing up his sleeves.

"Which one are you?" he asked.

If the other Tim had come back, he didn't want to punch him in the face on accident.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"I'm the old one Ron."

Tim gestures towards the rafters.

"The one who slept with your mother and sister is the one in the mask."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela looks up into the rafters at Jack.

"Hey."

He looks kind of down.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He drops down beside her, with a light whump.

"Hey."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"You okay? You look bummed out."

She gives him a sideways hug.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, one arm sliding around her waist.

"We're leaving."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Leaving?" she echoes.

"You mean leaving leaving? Why?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He gestures towards Tim.

"Dads decision. Says this place needs to be safe from the threats we bring."

[stilljustandrew]

Hey, Tim.

*Andrew drops into a seat across the table, and throws an odd look at the sign.*

Giving away skaterugs? What's up with that?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Andrew. Uh, hey."

Tim shifts nervously. No, they've never been lovers, but, they've always been good friends,a nd, well, Tim doesn't like hurting people.

"I'm, uh, trying to lighten my load.Spring cleaning?"

He casts a glance to the rafters,a nd the him there, before returning his gaze to Andrew.

[stilljustandrew]

Cool.

What've you been ...

*Andrew follows Tim's glance.*

...up to?

Uh.

Tim?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim has a completely innocent face on.

"Yes Andrew?"

Oh, how innocent his voice sounds! No trace of guile or other such things. He's gotten good at it.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's voice is dead level, and very low.*

What's going on?