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[center][h2][color=mediumpurple]S P L I T  O P E N[/color][/h2][h3][color=mediumpurple]SDN Locker Room 12:53[/color][/h3]
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| [color=dodgerblue]Madcap[/color] & [color=slategray]Eclipse[/color] ([@Auragreedia]) | [color=gray]Blackstar[/color] ([@cosmiccowgirl]) | [color=gold]Lightning Girl[/color] ([@FourtyTwo]) | 
[color=gold]Open interaction in the locker room for a set of peering eyes.[/color]
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Jet’s head was still pounding when he made it to his locker- two nights in a row of drinking might have been too much. His skull felt like it was overstuffed with cotton. There was a lot on his mind. His mask felt a bit greasy on his face, and he knew that he’d need to have it cleaned before his next shift. Laundry. Ducky’s food. Calling Rey to get the refrigerator door fixed for good, four months of suffering was enough before calling him. Groceries. It was nearly time to call his mom- which was always a fiasco. Madcap was kind of out of line for that stunt at karaoke. Also- Eclipse and Lightning Girl? Could Blackstar be a good business partner for a bungee jumping business?

He set his lunch bag on the bench behind him. Pushing up on the mechanism to open his locker, he catches the seam of his uniform in the latch. 

As it goes up, Jet swears and watches as the seam at his wrist is split about four inches up. His hands roughly drop to his sides, and he looks up to the ceiling in a huff. [color=mediumpurple]“It’s fine. It’s fine.”[/color] He mumbles it behind clenched teeth before refocusing his gaze on his locker. Inside, in front of his sewing kit, is a bottle of fish food. 

For the first time since he woke up with a splitting headache that morning, he actually thought about how he got home after the bar. Flying- the chill of the wind reaching his bones. The blue-light pollution-green sky. The stars. [i]Blackstar.[/i] Oh. Oh that’s.

His pulse races, his neck heats. Okay. So Blackstar flew him home. She knows where he lives. That’s- that can be okay. An itch crawls up his spine and he checks behind him for the eyes of someone else. Nobody else seems to be looking at him, there are a few people changing shifts, but everyone seems to be minding their business. In the fuzziness on the sides of his vision, memories of stars creep in.

Her silhouette among the stars is burned into his memory- and by how well he remembers the details, he knows drunk him was fixated on this moment. Through his glove he bites the thumbnail on his right hand. 

He wants to know if her eyes would’ve sparkled the same way as the stars. Jet can almost picture her smiling, and he wonders if she’s seen the northern lights before. 

Fuck. He had to call Rey for two reasons now. 

This thought finally kicks him into motion again. Drawstring work bag in, sewing kit out. He closes his locker and puts his earpiece in. 

Did Blackstar drop him food for Ducky? He ran through the list of coworkers, and couldn’t think of a single one who liked him enough to make this happen. Except maybe Lightning Girl. But, leaving it in his locker didn’t seem like her style. 

Lightning Girl seemed like the type to hand it to him in person. Eclipse would do something like this- for somebody he liked. At least- that’s what Jet assumes. But he didn’t know Eclipse yet, so that was off the table. It had to be her. 

Goosebumps jump up his forearms. 

He saddles up to a computer that he shares with the other heroes in the office. In Slack he finds a message from James- in it, he’s asked to fill out his timesheet. Which- fair. So he quickly fills that out and then he checks his email. In it, he’s got some notes from credit collectors, a note from the last prison he’d been in before SDN picked him up. Finally- a note from his mother- from one of her sewing friends. Details on what number to call and what time for next week. 

He picks a printout of the information after logging out. 

Then he’s walking into the breakroom. Madcap is in front of the tv. The outfit change warrants a stare- so he does from the door. With Madcap’s focus, Jet almost expects a fly to buzz around behind his pupils like a cartoon. Blackstar and Lightning girl are seated. With James outlining today’s dispatch he shoves his lunch box in the fridge. When he reaches the table he wastes no time busting open his sewing kit to fix the seam he ripped at his locker. [color=mediumpurple]“Anyone else even got the ability to be hung over?”[/color] He shoves the needle and thread into the fabric with a quick and practiced hand. 

Once he’s all sewn in, he folds up the printer page into his sewing kit, and shoves it into one of the high up cabinets for retrieval after shift. 

[color=gold]"Asteroid, you want a lift to the carnival? I ain't pooled with you yet."[/color]

When she offers her hand, he keeps his glove on and nods. [color=mediumpurple]“Yeah- it’ll probably take four times as long to jump there based on recent experience.”[/color] He laughs a bit, and tilts his head in Blackstar’s direction. The motion is jerky, like someone who is used to the weight of a helmet.