#interaction: aaron

[squadofheroes]

"Floor Time" ( gentlesoulcd , for aaron )

Send "Floor Time" to find my muse lying on the floor.

The floor was not the most productive place to be, but Aaron had promised his sister that he'd at least try to get back into meditation. Something about how he needed some kind of routine, and that had been neglecting his mental health while spending too much time running all over the city cleaning up after a particularly troublesome Brit.

Corpse pose was the worst, just lying there until he couldn't handle his own thoughts anymore. At least with most yoga he could slow his healing to a crawl and focus on the strain in his muscles, but this one didn't offer that luxury.

The sound of someone entering the room was quiet, but enough, and so Aaron didn't get up right away. Better to encourage healthy habits in the kids, even if he struggles with it himself.

"Can y' wait a mo' 'fore y'turn up th' lights? 'm 'bout done. Just waitin' 'till th' song ends." The song in question was some gentle peaceful thing with flutes and whatever else, something he's sure would bring forth ridicule from certain vigilantes, but the footsteps were wrong for that, so hopefully he was safe. "Y'lookin f'r me, 'r wantin' th' room?"

[squadofheroes]

now, show me this trouble you speak of.

"It ain't Butcher's type o' trouble, 's just somethin' he mentioned y' were th' best at… 'n our tech ain't exactly got th' right kind o' trainin'. 'n we can't be contractin' it out, takes ages t' un-voughtify th' resultin' mess. Ends up full'a more bugs than m' pa' old lab." Aaron shudders at the thought, the childhood memories of roaches not something he particularly enjoyed.

The door he opened wasn't to any kind of chaotic scene, well not by most people's definitions. No, it was to a server room, full of cables running everywhere, and with multiple new boxes stacked in the middle. The replacement for stuff that was at least 30 years old, and that was running off of bits that were barely clinging to life. There were even bits of circuit boards integrated into things, wired in with no real rhyme or reason, making up for parts that hasn't been manufactured for at least a decade. It was a Frankenstein's monster of a thing, and was struggling to keep up with the ever-important emergency calls.

"Course we'll be payin' y', whatever y' want, 'n Grem'll be helpin' cover any blackouts. They've been keepin it runnin', but we're needin' somethin that can be fixed by someone who ain't fourteen… 'n Bil… Butcher says y' got tech skills up t' here."

[squadofheroes]

[ HAY BALE ] for our muses to sit together on a hay bale ( fckindiabolicxl )

"'m surprised. Ain't thought y'd sit here all peaceful…not without sayin' somethin' 'bout wantin t' roll in th' hay." Just for badness the supe leaned over, placing a quick peck on Butcher's cheek. "Y'r bein' real sweet. Watchin' th' sunset with me 'n everythin'."

[squadofheroes]

"Every storm we ride is its own reward." ( cptncnnor )

"Can y'tell me when we get t' th' rewardin' part? I ain't seein' nothin' through all th' bruisin'." Aaron couldn't admit to himself that he liked the excitement, never mind to anyone else. No, he doesn't enjoy the little flicker of adrenaline, and he definitely doesn't like the danger. Only a madman would, and he wasn't mad...was he?

[squadofheroes]

"Of all the backwater, no-class piles of sand in the ocean, you had to wash up on mine." ( cptncnnor )

"I'm sorry, guess I'm just real unlucky that way. Was aimin' for th' empty one." Then again, having another person around might make this a little less intolerable. "Don't suppose y'got directions t' give?"

[squadofheroes]

Starter for @dazedcanary

Aaron’s earpiece crackled to life just as the last of the injured was loaded into the ambulance. “Possible Code V, one fatality, one witness, probable shock. Chief, it’s only a block from you.” The supe's hand quickly hit the mic, ears picking up a sound in the distance, the kind that had previously been drowned out by metal being torn into… and a sound that was never good to hear. “I hear ‘em. Show me respondin’.” It only took him a second to signal to the rest that he was heading out, ducking through an alleyway that the truck definitely wouldn’t fit through. From there the source of the call was obvious, blood spread across the street like someone had been vapourized, and one shell-shocked individual standing there, holding hands that were no longer connected to a body. “Dispatch, Squad, ’s definitely a Code V. Ain’t pretty. Gonna need y’all t’ run interference once y’ get here, ’s gonna bring in the vultures.” With the orders confirmed he moved closer, doing his best to avoid contaminating the scene…not like it mattered much when supes were involved. It always got swept under the rug… and Aaron doubted this case would be any different. “Sir, m' names Chief, ‘m with Rescue Squad. ‘m here t’ help. Are y’ hurtin’ anywhere?” No matter how many times he did this, it never got easier. Those first words had so much weight to them, the first thing someone would hear after their life had been changed forever.

[squadofheroes]

❝ I — forgo' wha' I was g'nna say. ❞

( from fckindiabolicxl )

@fckindiabolicxl

"Somethin' full of swearin' 'm sure, 'prolly not friendly neither."

[squadofheroes]

🍎 go apple-picking ( fckindiabolical )

@fckindiabolicxl

Aaron hadn't expected his invitation to be accepted, Butcher didn't seem the type to go for the more rural activities that Aaron had grown up with. It was an incredibly pleasant surprise, a moment to be savoured.

A skilful twist freed yet another ripe apple, smaller than the ones found in stores, but far more flavourful. "Y'got any plans f'r these? 'm thinkin’ a makin’ some cider, maybe addin’ some spice."