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[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Dang, but it's hot in Chicago today. Sticky, too-bright, overcast, no wind.

A fine day for getting dirty.

Prometheus saunters in, leather jacket and all despite the above. His jeans are a little mud-spattered, but pay no mind. He's not.

Anyway, if it's good enough for the water buffalo, it's good enough for a Titan -- ain't that right?

10:43 Central *flibbertyflails!* Good grief, it is hot here. My brain is shutting down of lack of A/C -- not to mention that little button on my alarm clock that says I need to be up in seven hours. Love you all very muchly -- all threading with Prometheus tonight, tags will be picked up again tomorrow! Pinkie swear.

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[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

He gets a distracted wave from the booth.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Hey! Family! Family he's on good terms with!

"Glory be and hallelujah, friend. How's the world beneath your feet?"

Don't ask him why he talks like that. Sometimes he just does.

[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

Don't ask him why he doesn't talk like that. Usually he just doesn't.

That said, he looks a little less happy than the last time Prometheus saw him. Well, considering the last time he saw him, it's very considerably less happy than last time.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Yeah, granted, Hephaestos was pretty much walking on sunshine the last time they met.

Prometheus drops into the seat opposite.

"Is this going to be one of those Twenty Questions-style conversations?"

It's said lightly. Levity seems like it would help move things along.

[watchmakers_son]

It's strange that this place should be so warm: Gabriel ventured outside earlier today to find that he didn't need to wear a long-sleeved shirt at all, let alone a jacket. He didn't change, but in a compromise with himself, he did roll up the sleeves of his shirt to just below his elbows.

They're still rolled up now, and despite the warmth, he's settled in an armchair near the fireplace with a mug of Earl Grey between his hands. He's studying the flames intently.

(Are those fish swimming in the fire?)

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Not fish -- birds.

Birds in branches, in flickering limbs, hopping and arcing and spreading ephemeral wings.

It's pretty, isn't it.

Nearby, Prometheus keeps his back to the sight. He smiles, and orders the coldest beer he can get his hands on.

[watchmakers_son]

A particularly loud pop from the burning wood -- or maybe one that isn't very loud at all -- jostles Gabriel from his concentration. He blinks; to him, that seems to be all it takes for the flames to shift, and he pulls in a breath, leaning forward.

That dull sound on the edge of his hearing edges (tick) upward at the same time. It earns a swift sideways glance, but nothing more.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Somebody's watching him. That feeling you get when you're in someone's eye, no matter how metaphorical -- it's inescapable.

Other things are inescapable too. Because for all he conceals it, Prometheus doesn't quite tick like human beings do. You can't keep yourself too close to your creation -- look what it got him before (though he'll never regret it).

He rifles through the jacket, the beer already half-drained. A moment later, cigarette smoke wafts back through the bar, though if anyone heard a lighter click, they surely made it up.

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

A decidedly pale young man has sort of-- of wilted into the bar. His arms are draped across it and his head is on those, in a tired looking slump. It's hot where he's living right now.

A mud spattered person does raise some interest, so Jack Frost turns his head without lifting it, to watch Prometheus's progress. And gives him a small grin, the sort patients in the dentists waiting room get when someone says 'good luck.'

"Warm day."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

You know how sometimes you get the shivers all through your shoulders and your back? Those are coursing through Prometheus right now; he grins.

"I've been in hotter, but damn me if this one isn't pulling at the bit to make it there."

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

"I am not made for this," he admits, with a tired sigh, and pulls himself up to sitting. And sips the water he has in front of him, because that's important.

"Really not. My one consolation, I suppose, is my sister is just as uncomfortable as I when winter rolls around."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Prometheus slows to a stop in front of the fellow and tilts his head.

"Have we met?"

When you're immortal, you meet all sorts. Can't always keep them straight.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Lethe grins, brightens slightly, when she spots him and manages to keep the reflexively proper curtsy to a minimum. Nothing but the very slightest flutter of fingers and a mild dip of her head.

"Hello, sir," she chirps brightly, then wrinkles her nose sheepishly. Okay, well, she forgot to leave out that part - but the rest of it wasn't so bad, yes?

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

There goes the god doing a double-take.

Is that the little river he gave a mixed tape (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/13448077.html) so many moons ago?

"Hello, you!" he grins back, and without hesitating throws one arm around her shoulders. "Haven't seen you around much of late. How you doing, lady?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

It is - though Lethe's managed to do a fair bit of growing up in the interim. Been a pushover, been a mute, and been a stubborn brat who marched her way into Styx's palace and demanded her voice back.

Not that any of that prevents her cheeks from turning a rather spectacular shade of red and the smile from getting tugged shyly between her teeth.

"Rather well, thank you," she murmurs, leaning hesitantly. "I am hoping that it is the same for you?"

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm fair, I guess. Got some projects I'm working on hither and yon. Still in Chicago, which, let me tell you, is having its pretentions to imitating the Old Country, if you get what I'm saying. All that concrete, it just flattens you with heat."

He likes it, though, even if it's not a dry heat. The weather's really the biggest thing that city's got going against it, in truth.

"Where've you been staying these days? You keeping busy?"

[silentson.livejournal.com]

Some thing simply have to be done, because, well, thye must.

And for a Teen Titan to meet a real Titan, well, that's just one of those things. Which would explain why Jericho has just given Prometheus a jaunty wave.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Fate cannot be dissuaded! (Prometheus should know: Fate's a pretty insistent trio of hags. There are plays about it and everything.)

That moment between bafflement and the instinct to wave back, even if it's a stranger, feels very long indeed. But in the end, you can settle a lot with a nod and a twisted grin.

Anyway, Prometheus meets a lot of people. He makes a point of it. He usually remembers them if he has, though... is this a sign that he's getting old?

[silentson.livejournal.com]

Jericho is just a friendly sort of person. And this place seems to encourage it in him.

He approaches further, and offers a hand in greeting.

[ladyfirestarter]

It's hot in Taos too, but dry rather than sticky.

Charlie McGee is currently cooling off with a frozen daiquiri at a table near the door.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

She won't mind a ragged fire-thief dropping down into the chair next to her, then.

Prometheus studies her for a moment. Then--

"That's some sort of girly drink, but I can't tell from here. Do I detect the devil rum, at the very least?"

[ladyfirestarter]

"You do," she says cheerfully. "And lime juice, and ... I'm not altogether sure what else. And a great deal of ice."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Time plays tricks with you in the bar at the end of the universe.

One moment, two nervous people left through the front door.

The next, they've returned, with the evidence of several hours -- intense hours -- in their faces.

Prometheus holds the door open, scans the bar while Charlie steps through. "Huh," he says. "We don't seem to have missed much here."

[ladyfirestarter]

"That's probably a good thing," she says, "considering."

Glancing up at him, she adds "I really should be getting home."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

He looks backwards. The door's still there for him -- always will be.

"Can you see it?" he asks.

One hand is resting, feather-light, on the small of her back.