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[wild_blueyonder]

First, the humble origins. 

And then. 

The front door opens, as it so often does, and in enters a new face. It is a face surrounded by a blue cowl and belonging to a tall, very big guy in a blue bug suit. He pauses when he sees his new surroundings as the door closes behind him. He’d been writing on the pad of yellow paper he’s still got in his hands but right now his hands are still, and so are the blue antennae sticking up from the top of his head. Blue eyes roam over the room with a steel gaze, and then the man straightens up, hands going to hips in a heroic pose and then…he goes into a soliloquy.

 

“He stands triumphant, surveying this new place and amazed by the mysteries within. He is a stoic figure that is a monument to justice and all that is right, and good, and cool. Today the universe served him a victory sandwich and oh boy, did he eat it. Yes. Indeed. He did.

 

“And now, with pad and pen in hand he takes stock and survey of the groovy new place he has come to call home. For villainy makes itself a laundry list of bad everyday and what better way to combat that, then a grocery list of the things that will be used to kick evil’s keister right out of the laundry mat like a bum with no quarters? Sorry bad guys, lady justice doesn’t make change.”

 

There are probably a few people who wonder ‘who is that big blue guy standing in front of the door talking to himself?’.  Milliways, he is- The Tick.

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[command_dot_com]

For half a nano Dot's wondering that. And then she comes to the conclusion after some intense thought of this one line.

Fragging Milliways

With that she heads straight back to the Bar, and orders enough strong drinks, and other sundry items to survive a night upstairs in room 503. Weird? She can handle some weird. This guy breaks the scales when it comes to weird.

[wild_blueyonder]

He finishes what he's saying and takes another look around. He wanted to find the fridge but lookie there, its a bar. Perhaps the big blue bug of justice can quench his thirst there?

Careful Dot, he's coming up right beside you.

[command_dot_com]

Oh. Dear. USER.

Spam, the person next to her isn't giving the room to flee oh noes! What shall she do?

Play it cool, hope he doesn't notice her being weird out of all the OTHER strange things at the bar.

[wild_blueyonder]

She's green. And she's fidgeting. Normally he wouldn't call attention to these things but this must be Dot's night.

He glances over at her and smiles, "Well, hey there pretty green lady. Might you help a super hero who's just spent the evening battling a flaming cow find something to un-parch his throat on? Perhaps a rootbeer, or that delicious nectar the cola companies call 'orange soda'?"

[command_dot_com]

Dot gives the bar a glance to the Bar, who she is sure can hear someone laughing.

"...sure, I'm just picking up some food to go anyways." Hey a reason to be fidgeting! Everyone gets antsy when they're waiting for good food right?

She slipped a few bills to the bar. "Bar here'll serve you anything, just say what you want aloud and it'll appear. Bar? Give this guy some of whatever soda he wants."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny is staring, wide eyed.

"Oh. My. God."

[wild_blueyonder]

The Tick hears the voice and looks down. "Well, hello there small furry bunny person with floppy ears. Arthur didn't tell me he had pets."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a pet."

The Bunny thumps his foot.

"Are you my lunch?"

[wild_blueyonder]

"Only if your keen on feasting on the sub of super heroic. With meatballs of justice and melty cheese of fortitude sandwiched between the bread of virtue my good friend." The Tick replies.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"It sounds good to me"

He glances the big guy over.

"Where do i start?"

[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

Why, that is precisely what Tommy wonders when he catches sight of of the soliloquizing blue super... bug... thing. He gives the Tick a look, then takes a sip of his latte and walks over. He's pressing an ice pack to one cheek, obscuring the left side of his face.

"Um... You might wanna step off to the side a bit, people use that door a lot."

He almost wants to say "Do you need some help," but there's more double-meaning there than he trusts himself with.

[wild_blueyonder]

Tick looks Tommy over and then back over his shoulder at the door. "Oh, sorry there. Didn't realize Arthur had so many people in his kitchen."

He squints at the ice pack and then grins, "Hey, you been partakin of the sweet dessert known as combat pie recently?"

[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

"You could say that, yeah," Tommy replies with a wry grin. For values of combat pie equal to getting kicked in the face by a tyrannodrone. He finishes his latte and hands the cup off to a passing waitrat.

"I'm not sure who this Arthur you're talking about it, but you're definitely not in his kitchen. You're in Milliways."

[wild_blueyonder]

"Well right on!" The Tick shouts, holding up a clenched fist and shaking it. "That's the way to do it chum."

He looks around again, antenna parting in confusion. "Not the kitchen...oh Arthur, you sneaky arthropod. There really was no switch, you hid the headquarters in your kitchen! Brilliant!"

[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

-What have I gotten myself into?- Tommy hands off the ice bag as well, before his flesh freezes, and rubs lightly at the bruise on his left cheekbone.

"Well, we do what we must, in spite of the consequences." He gives the Tick a curious look. "And seriously, I don't think this is your headquarters. You're in Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe."

He grins. "I mean, I don't think we're from the same place. I'd have heard about you. So we're not in your HQ."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

A small, flat voice asks, "Why are you dressed like a bug?"

[wild_blueyonder]

"Why are you dressed like a girl?" The Tick counters, looking down at her.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"Because I am one," Mary says, with some scorn. That should, she feels, be obvious to all comers.

"But you are not a bug. You are a person."

[wild_blueyonder]

"Are you really?" He squints at her, as if there could be some questioning of the matter.

"I'm no person. I'm a superhero little, maybe lady. I am, The Tick."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

[OOC: Sorry for slow; computer being stupid. *kicks it*]

Mary draws herself up to her full, indignant height.

"Yes I am! I am not a boy. I do not even look like one; boys do not wear braids or anything."


She scowls at him. "Bugs are not heroes."

[brotherspider]

A moment ago, one swankily-dressed fellow in a black suit - name of Spider - had ordered a Long Island Ice Tea to accompany his music. What music? Well, anything. Apparently, his karaoke machine - which he had ordered without realizing the bar already HAD ONE - could pick up signals from the entire dimensional spectrum. It was when the big guy spoke up that he stopped messing with the dials and music filled the room.

Dah dwee dah dah dah dwee dow...

This happened because Spider was now giving the big blue man a stare. At first, he stared at his half-finished drink in amazement and finished it off. Then, he realized that the Tick was not a hallucination. Instead of confronting the big blue guy, he turns to the bar and says...

"I'll have whatever he's on."

The bar gives him an error reply. Go figure.

[wild_blueyonder]

The music floats across the room and the big guy picks up on it. It starts with an antenna twitch, and then the blue appendages ontop of his head start to bop. And then his fingers start to snap. And look at that, big guy in a blue suit doing the 'bat-dance' inna bar.

"WOAH YEAH!"

[brotherspider]

Spider looks back as big blue begins to shout and dance on the spot. What was he react...ing...to...? Spider looks over at the karaoke machine, then at the Tick.

"This requires further testing..."

The son-of-a-god takes hold of the multi-directional dial and SPINS! Wanna know how it functions? Okay, here is it in table-top RPG terms. First, you take a D100 - which is generally a ball with lead-pellet weights and numbers - and spin it around. Then, take the number you get and multiply by both pi - the whole number, not just 3.14 - and 42. Then, subtract 1,183 - also known as variable 'THX' - to compensate for lack of causality. Finally, cross you fingers, count to ten, and start again. By the time your mind and body is exhausted, you will have calculated the effect of this dial.

Now, back to the music, which - after a buzz of tuning signals - switches to something Caribbean. Sounds like 'Funky Nassau'... Here's the big question, though: Will...the Tick...keep...dancing?

[wild_blueyonder]

He stops when the music does. His attenna's twitch and move as if searching while the dial spins. And then there is music again, and renewed dancing. This time it's some crazy variation of 'the Macarena'.

He moves, he grooves and he bumps into a chair and knocks it over without even noticing.

[brotherspider]

Oh, this was too much. Spider laughed at this. He had to keep this up. And more importantly, he HAD TO get this guy at the party! It was a MUST. Spider gives the dial another SPIN!

"Round and round and round she goes...and where she stops, blue boy follows!"

And she stops at...the Benny Hill theme!