Ted's First Post

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One day you're trying to figure out why Batman's being even more nucking futs than usual, and the next you're getting shot in the head by someone you could have sworn was your friend. Misguided and potentially evil but still your friend.

Ted Kord, formerly the second Blue Beetle, gingerly shakes his head worried something like brain matter would fall off and then wonders how the heck it was he had a head to shake.

He just sort of walks through the random darkness he's in until a door opens up. Confusing but helpful. He stumbles on through and isn't very surprised when he can no longer see it when he looks back over his shoulder. He just hopes this isn't Hell because if it is he still won't be able to drink at the bar he appears to be at.

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[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

It is a blinded thing,
Yet so simple.
Not a question to be heard,
Or an answer to be held.
It is--

Vic Sage was, alas, reduced to writing rather terrible poetry. In the midst of his long stay at Milliways, he had little to do and a lot of thinking to be had. While he was quietly pleased with a few meetings with new companions, it was still not enough. Still stuck.

Still annoyed.

With nothing to do, he'd return to old habits, and decided that Lois was right -- his poetry was terrible. No wonder he went to journalism.

A new arrival; he could hear it, the moment the door shut. It'd be gone, he gathered, at least for himself. Vic turned around out of mild curiosity.

It hadn't been who he ever expected.

Squinting, there was also a scowl on his face. "...Ted?"

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Ted blinks and smiles as much as a person can after recently being murdered. "...huh? You're dead too?"

He frowns. "And probably writing poetry. I must be in Hell."

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

"I'm very not dead-- um."

He crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it under his table.

"Not writing poetry." Anymore. Thankfully.

"You're not dead. ... Are you?"

Shayera had been. But Vic never thought that Ted would be.

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"Yeah. Um. I must be. I mean, if someone shoots you in the head, that's pretty dead right?"

He manages a sad sort of smile. "On the bright side, um, I didn't have a heart attack."

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

...That wasn't right.

His hands clenched tightly for a moment, and he frowned to himself. Definitely not right. That wasn't...

He thought being in Milliways was pretty bad.

Now he really loathed it.

"Who did it?" he asked, his voice not quite as steady as he would have liked.

Wait. Wait.

Vic held his forehead for a moment. "...Maybe... you should sit too?" he tried to suggest, knowing he'd be terrible at this sort of thing.

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Ted sighs and looks down for a minute. "You really don't want to know, Vic. Heck. I really don't want to know."

He sits down. Maybe he's still in denial. He's not sure. He's dead but he's solid. He's sitting in a chair in a bar with not-dead people.

"None of this makes sense."

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

"Milliways doesn't make sense. Don't... even try."

His hands were folded together on the tabletop, his head bowed. Breathe, just breathing. Had to clear his head.

"People from all sorts of places end up here. As amusement for more powerful people. Been here for a few weeks. Supposedly, time isn't supposed to pass outside of here while I'm stuck."

He doubted that.

"What happened?" His voice strained a little. "...Want to know," he added, more quietly.

He was angry. But he didn't know who to be angry at.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

And whoever this new guy is, he has all the earmarks of a new guy to the bar. Kon isn't one to exactly ignore this fact, so even though he was heading to get some food, he stops right on by.

"New here, huh?" he inquires.

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Ted nods. Huh. Lots of people. "Where's here?"

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Hoo boy. Welcome speech, huh?

"Milliways bar."

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Ted looks torn between hopeful and very worried. "...so not Hell?"

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

"Far from it." Kon pauses. "Why would you think it's hell?"

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Ted isn't sure he should be telling a kid this. "I got shot."

[withamagicword]

There is a whirl of wind, and a quiet voice speaks from a table nearby.

"Hello, Mr. Kord."

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"Hello there...wait...you're dead too?"

[withamagicword]

Cap shakes his head.

"No. This isnt the afterlife, Mr. Kord. it's another place entirely. Welcome to Miliways."

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Ted frowns. "I'm dead though. Seriously. I think."

[withamagicword]

There is sadness in Cap's eyes as he nods.

"Yes... I... saw you, after. "

He draws in a deep breath.

"Both living and dead people come here. No One seesm to know why or how, save some omniprescent but never seen force that is called the Landlord attracts beings from across the multiverse to this place. "

Cap leans forward.

"it is located on an asteroid at the end of time, as all universes are destroyed and it is protected and run by a level of magic or technology that is beyond boggling."

He smiles a little.

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Ted looks away. "Ah. Well then. I can't argue with that."

Ted manages a wane smile. "I guess...that's better than Hell. Only not much. I hate magic. And I don't know how much I like things that made no sense."

[solitashawk.livejournal.com]

So... there's a vaguely familiar face. Shay can't quite place his name, so she eyes him for a bit before heading over.

"You're new."

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He blinks and offers a small polite smile. "Ted, actually."

[solitashawk.livejournal.com]

Ted. Oh, right. Ted Kord, the Blue Beetle. She nods. "Shayera Thal. You were in the JLI."

She looks fairly appreciative. Katar had worked with the JLI on occasion. "Excuse me if this sounds... odd... but are you by any chance, uh, dead?"

Not that she's aware of the whole Max Lord thing, but half the people she's seen here from her universe are dead and she's starting to wonder if this is a theme here.

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Ted blinks again. "Hey, Shay."

He frowns a little and scratches the back of his head. "Um...yeah...pretty much."

[solitashawk.livejournal.com]

She sighs a little. She's not sure what she expected, really.

"Sorry," she says. "It's strange, isn't it? If it's any consolation, I'm dead, too."

[tedkord.livejournal.com]

"Please tell me Max didn't kill you too."