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[oom: Iris takes it upon herself to begin a record of her stay through "letters" to her father.]
After trying to sleep on a table, in a booth, on the floor and on a chair next to the fireplace, Iris comes to one conclusion.
"This hoovers."
She slinks back to a tableIf a speedster could slink. and promptly buries her head in her hands. What follows is silent begging for something to render her unconscious so she doesn't have to worry about finding a room and paying for it. If there are rooms. If she has money.
She bangs her head on the table and then rubs her temples.
Yeah. This hoovers. Majorly.
[ooc: It will suck less if she had something to talk to though. *whistles innocently and trudges off to work not that this will prevent commenting*]
After trying to sleep on a table, in a booth, on the floor and on a chair next to the fireplace, Iris comes to one conclusion.
"This hoovers."
She slinks back to a table
She bangs her head on the table and then rubs her temples.
Yeah. This hoovers. Majorly.
[ooc: It will suck less if she had something to talk to though. *whistles innocently and trudges off to work not that this will prevent commenting*]
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He smiles.
"And I'm Richard."
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"Iris West. And that's really nice of you, Richard. I'd pay you back as soon as I can."
She smiles weakly, feeling guilty. Superheroes are supposed to be helpful not helped.
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"Don't worry about it too much. We've had people running a tab here for months now. Have you had anything to eat yet?"
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She takes off her red sunglasses and rubs her eyes. Because she's tired. Right. She's not upset just tired.
"No. I drank a lot. Well, a ridiculous amount. Not that you can tell, really." A great deal more than any human could who wished to live to tell the tale. Iris, on the other hand, is only just feeling slightly hungover. Damned metabolism.
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Though she looks worried because if Richard's paying, chances are that's a lot of money. This is necrotic to the Nth degree.
"I could eat less. Or not eat. Really I just need a large glass of water."
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He fetches the four mushroom omelettes and the large glass of water from the kitchens.
"Here you are."
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Then she downs the glass of water.
"Thank you."
She feels a little bit less like the Swamp Thing now.
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He grins.
"And, no offense, but that's quite a breakfast for a kid your size."
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She manages a tired grin. "You're mega-apocalyptic, Richard."
"Yeah. It's my metabolism. I'm like Barry, Thad and--"
Looks down. "Wally."
Iris is still not used to Wally being fourteen and not her father.
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He grins teasingly.
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"All right, Iris. What sort of room would you like?"
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"Here you are. It's on one of the upper floors. Should have lots of windows."
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"No trouble."
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Waves. Then she's a yellow and red blur.
"Seeyoulaterthough."
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Hal picks up his cooling coffee, warms and stirs it with the ring, then meanders over to Iris's table. He sits.
"So you're stuck here ... with family in forms you don't recognize ... and one of them happens to be your eventual dad ... is that pretty much the sum and total of it?"
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Iris props her head up with her elbows. "I also don't know if I'm dead or my world's gone, but that's about the sum total."
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"I'm guessing you met your exponentially-great grandfather, Barry. He's a good guy, you know. Of all of your ancestors in this Bar, he's probably the one worth getting to really know ... with the exception of your proto-father, of course.
"And about me ... the God thing, you mentioned ... I am aware of the consequences from some of my past actions in the reality I know, and that a lot of harm came of it. If something similar happen'd in yours, though it wasn't me exactly, I can only apologize for whatever my namesake did."
Hal looks into his coffee, thinking.
"So ... since you're here for the moment, what are you going to do with this time you've been given?"
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"You were the Spectre and pretty benevolent. From what I recall. But that could just be my timeline. There's statues of you all over...well...and you're the most popular costume at Planet Krypton. If it's any consolation."
She frowns thoughtfully for a few seconds.
"I'd like to be of use and I'd definitely like to stil help people. I'm not entirely sure though yet and I wouldn't object to any guidance. And...is there an outdoors here? I need to stretch my legs after I sleep for a bit."