Issue #5: I Was A Yankee Doodle Zombie (25% Droning)

[boostedfailure]

[Action 1] 1489 Kramden Road

[Mike was up with a start looking around.  Mayfield, still this hole, still, why was it he thought he had memories growing up here.  Completely nonsensical ones, maybe getting up and looking around the house would help.  Probably not though, it was still a prison.  Putting on his flight ring he let out a breath and started downstairs.]

[Phone]

"So uh, is the town trying to do something weird today?  I thought I had a dream about growing up here, and a few odd memories.  Thing is, I know they're fake, cause they say Ted never existed.  This place normally dicks with us on holidays, right?"

[Action 2] Around Town

[Booster Gold is on patrol...  Sort of.  He's flying around town looking over places with a bewildered look.]

"How the hell could I ever confuse this place for 25th century Gotham?  I mean, I'm not being shot at and I'm just up here in the air.  Ugh."

Comments

[viridian-knight.livejournal.com]

[For some reason, the sheer challenge in Booster's statement is enough to spurn whatever part of his real personality Hal's had buried away into action. Clawing its way past the misinformation and the false memories that have been clinging to him all day, he levels a "Bro, please" look at the other man.]

Not on your gold-plated ass, Booster. Everyone knows I'm the best flier in the universe.

[It's brief. Seconds later his expression slides back into uncertainty, a headache blossoming behind his eyes. Flier? Pilot? He's a fireman, for goodness' sakes.]

What?

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Well, sounds like there's a little bit of you in there still... Or maybe Gardner. But best flier in the universe? Please."