Jason Todd

{{ooc: from here}}

Jay brings the bike up in the lift, closing his helmet. Eric has the advantage in many ways but Jay has toys, lots of toys. Starting with the bike. It is very, very fast.

{{From here}}

Jay laughs warmly as he lets them into his room, kicking off his boots and jacket before pouring them both another drink.

"No, I can't fly. Not the way you mean but a lot of my former career was spent on roof-tops. Jumping from them, swinging across them. With a decent jump-line you can get anywhere in a big city without having to touch the ground or slow down for other people. The city I grew up in was... not a nice place. But from the top it felt like it could be." A little nostalgic maybe?

{{ooc: from here.}}

Jay leads Eric up to his room, closing the door quietly behind them. “Like I said, within reason so if anything I suggest or ask doesn’t do it for you, just say.”

He steps back, starting to strip off. “I want to ride you. Not top you,” he add hastily, “I know it’s not your thing so I won’t ask but be on top of you, fucking myself on you.”

Stepping back into his world was a mistake. He meant to spend a few more days with the tribe before saying goodbye to Africa forever. But there were messages waiting for him and not messages he wanted to hear. The kidnappers had gotten to the village; they’d taken the two youngest girls and killed three men of the tribe.

Jay closed his eyes and let it soak in. Outwardly he seemed calm, perfectly calm. Leaning against a pillar in the foyer of Tangier’s best hotel, he looked like a tired traveller rather than a man planning murder.

He had planned to break the trafficking ring before he left, to find the ones reasonable and bring them to the attention of the UN – preferably beaten and left on the doorstep of their office in Sierra Leone, one of the few western nations left that still proper law enforcement.

But now they had taken the girls from his tribe, from Ali’s people. He breathed out slowly and pushed off the pillar. There were things to arrange.

A dozen phone-calls later, Jay stepped off a first class flight at Seguela Airport. No-one looked sidewise at him. In the middle of a civil war, it wasn’t wise to get the attention of rich white man; you never know who they might be connected too. And in his suit, hair pulled back and hidden under a dark fedora, Jay look like the sort of rich white man who was highly connected.

Half hour later he was on the edge of town, pushing open the back door of a small bar. “Milliways. I need my gear.” His voice was flat and toneless. Now is not a time for emotion.

{{To here}}

{From here}

Jay takes Emcee's hand and leads him deeper into the forest. Sure-footed in the darkness, Jay leads him to the glade where he trains. It's private, comfortable and the grass is soft. He sheds his jacket and pulls Emcee close, kissing him slow and deep.

{ooc: for here}

To Security/Mel Fray

Hey, there’s been a bit of an issue because of me and my involvement with Eric Northman. Certain people are likely to make a fuss out of it so when you get a chance; I’d like to tell my side. Preferably before it turns into a witch-hunt.

Come find me when you’re free and we’ll talk.
Thanks,
Jay.

{{linked here}}

Inside are plans for Eric’s new security system. It includes a layout and planting diagram for the landscaping that will cover it and provide Eric with a bit more privacy. There are a bunch of prototypes for shock mines, motion sensors and gas release systems.

Jay’s done a ton of research into plants that’ll do best in the area and will thrive on neglect so Eric never has to bother with them. And a full costing list for parts, materials, plants and Jay’s time building and installing it.

When he goes all out, Jay goes all out.

{from here.}

Jay's room is something of a mess. There are designs and schematics all over the place. The table is covered with electronic components and prototypes. He's been tinkering a lot lately.

Jay laughs and sheds his jacket, kicking off his boots. "Sorry for the mess. I've been kinda busy lately."

{from here and after this}

E,
I found this at a market and thought of you.
Wanted to say thanks for the other night.
J.

Wrapped inside a scrap of cloth is a little Viking ship model about the size of the palm of his hand. The hull is made of polished horn, the shields along it's flanks made of amber and the billowing sail is carved from bone. It has the feel of something quite old, maybe not Eric old but not a new thing.

{{From back room here}}

{{Rethreaded to Milli-continuity here}}

Jay grabs a couple of fresh towels and follows Eric into the shower, smiling to hear his happiness. "Had a feeling you'd like that." He steps into the shower with him. There's room enough for them to shower side by side if they want to but Jay's hoping Eric won't keep his hands to himself.