[VIDEO]

[you_tried]

[The communicator blinks on, revealing the face of a reasonably handsome blond man in navy blue and blindingly gold spandex, wearing – are those orange sunglasses? What year does he think it is? How can he possibly think that looks cool? Whatever the case, he’s obviously impressed with himself. He’s grinning broadly, clearly aiming for dazzling but winding up somewhere on the border between cheesy and embarrassing.]

Goooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! Booster Gold’s the name, and I’m coming to you live from Wherever-We-Are-I-Didn’t-Catch-The-Name-Sorry, Florida! You might remember me from my many thrilling exploits – please, feel free to ask about those – or, slightly more recently, from the third season of Celebrity Dance-A-Thon. You probably don’t have that here. Don’t worry, I’ll give you the highlights. I didn’t learn to samba for nothing.

[There’s a brief hesitation, and he takes a few steps to the left, where the lighting is better. It really shows off his hair. That seems to have satisfied him. God, how is anyone this shiny?]

And before you ask, yes, I do sign autographs.

[Another gleaming smile. He must floss like a madman.]

Oh, yeah, and does anyone know where a guy can get a drink with a tiny little umbrella in it? First answer gets a free photo-op with yours truly. Don’t say Booster Gold never did anything for you.

Comments

[you_tried]

... I don't know.

[ He sighs, frustrated. This hasn't gotten them anywhere. ]

Look, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm kind of in over my head with this.

[boobwindow]

Then let's try to figure this out together.

[ What a day this is turning out to be. ]

[you_tried]

[ What, are we not having fun? He shoots her a wry smile. ]

So what do you have in mind? A little good cop, bad cop? My detective skills are a little rusty, but I can stop by a toy store and buy a plastic badge.

[boobwindow]

[ Has Max been lying to her this whole time? She almost doesn't want to believe it, not after such an intimate conversation that he didn't take to well.

Worse, if Booster's wrong, if they're both wrong, she's dragging Max back through a traumatic event. ]

First, figure out where in the timeline he's from and what he does remember.

[you_tried]

According to him.

[boobwindow]

Don't push it, Booster.

[you_tried]

Yeah, yeah...

[boobwindow]

[ She can feel the impending headache and reaches up, fingers lightly brushing her steel-skinned temple. Another long, exhausted sigh escapes her. ]

Some welcoming party.

Where did they house you?

[you_tried]

Hey, you know I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

I'm over in number 21.

[boobwindow]

I'm in five. [ She doesn't sound quite happy about it. Too much testosterone in the house. ] They can figure out jobs for us, but they can't put us with people we could actually get along with?