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[snarkbot]

[ Skeets has figured out how to connect to the Network with his mind using his nannite tattoo, which is really quite useful for him especially. So while this is video, everything is from Skeet’s perspective. And currently his perspective isn’t very good. To say he's in a "messy apartment" would be an understatement.

Clothes are definitely not where they're supposed to be, there are several empty pizza boxes and other signs of food scattered around. Plates with bread crusts, seemingly unwashed for a while, with paper plates for when one is too lazy to just wash off a real plate. Envelopes and papers are just hodgepodge everywhere.

While he speaks, he’s tidying. With his little robot hands he picks up these things and puts them back where they came from, to the best of his ability to guess where something might have possibly come from. He removes garbage, puts said dishes in the sink, and sorts through papers. ]

This is a public service announcement. If this is what your room, house or apartment looks like, it is a disaster of untold proportions and you should clean it.


[ He picks up a sock that is draped across a lampshade. ]

Look at that. This is unsustainable. You could be ported out at any time, and someone else will have to clean up your mess. That would be unpleasant for everyone involved.

[ Pause. ]

People like Mr. Kord should keep that in mind. [ HINT HINT. That’s less of a public service announcement and more of a very pointed aside for the owner of this particular space.

As he’s cleaning up a pile of papers unceremoniously stuffed in a drawer, he comes across a particular piece of paper. ]

Not to mention, you may damage or misplace important documents, like this marriage certificate! That shouldn’t be left out in --

[ He stops abruptly. Marriage certificate? What?

And then he actually looks at the paper more closely. Since everything is from Skeets' point of view, the network gets a very clear look at the evidence that Ted Kord and Michael Jon Carter (with a scribbled out “Booster Gold" and little drawn star next to that name), were legally married in Las Vegas on January 1st, 2016.

Skeets looks at the paper for a very, very long moment. One could almost say that he’s in shock. ]

Excuse me.

[ And then he cuts the feed. ]

Comments

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[catchacold]

Guess you got a P.A. system installed?

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[snarkbot]

Actually, yes. One of my many functions.

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[catchacold]

Short for passive aggressive?

[deadkord]

Yes.

[catchacold]

This is why you don't let an A.I. clean up after you.

[deadkord]

"Let" is a really strong word.

[catchacold]

Like a judgemental roomba.

[deadkord]

At least roombas can't talk.

[snarkbot]

That's very derogatory, would you like it if I called you an ape?

[catchacold]

Sure. I've met apes a lot more intelligent than anyone who'd be insulted by that.

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets gives him that point, considering the Ultra Humanite, Grodd, Mallah... ]

Amoeba, then?

[catchacold]

Not as fitting, but less complimentary.

I'd take it back, but you are cleaning someone's room and broadcasting it on the network. Accusatory nanny cam?

[snarkbot]

I am a BX9 security robot from the 25th century. And I would not have to do either if he would clean it himself.

[catchacold]

Familiar with time travel?

So you are looking after him.

[snarkbot]

Quite familiar.

Only on behalf of his husband.

[catchacold]

Starting to get the bigger picture here.

But tell me about your time travelling.

[snarkbot]

Is time travel a particular interest of yours?

[catchacold]

You could call it a past pastime.

[Leonard Snart, word master.]

Private;

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets doublechecks the ID at that, recognizing the name. He considers his options, but until he gets more information those are few. He switches it to private, in case the Rogue would be more open to speaking that way. ]

Not to make trouble I hope, Captain.

Private;

[catchacold]

Haven't been known to make much else.

[He thinks about that for a moment, then continues.]

Although technically I started on that journey to become a legend.

Re: Private;

[snarkbot]

[ That perks his interest -- and his caution. Legends don't usually keep history nice and tidy. ]

I was... let's say "borrowed".

A legend, sir?

Private;

[catchacold]

Oh, I know "borrowed". I "borrow" things a lot.

A legend. That's what the man who recruited me promised.

Private;

[snarkbot]

It all worked out the way it was supposed to regardless.

I'm familiar with quite a few time travellers, sir. Maybe I would know him?

Private;

[catchacold]

Maybe. I see some attitude similarities.

Rip Hunter.

Private;

[snarkbot]

[ RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCH.

That just raises far, far more questions than it answers. Most of which Skeets will keep to himself for now. But -- ]

Forgive my implication, sir, but while I understand Mr. Hunter puts the laws of time above the laws of the land, he does not usually work with criminals.

[ Booster "robbed a museum" Gold aside. ]