Saturday Morning In Titans Tower

[superpowerboy]

Some people get up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons or exercise. Others like to sleep in until noon or later. Tim is neither of those people. He woke up early simply because he did not need as much sleep. And after some flying to soak up the morning sun, the clone Titan has made his way to the kitchen. Tim doesn't need to eat but he knows it makes things easier for him and has enjoyed sampling new flavors.

He's currently frowning at the toaster while holding a frozen waffle in one hand and the box of waffles in the other. After a few moments of reading the instructions, he looks between the toaster and the waffle several times before putting it in the slot and carefully pressing down on the tab. Taking another waffle from the box, his eyes flash red and he begins to cook that one with his heat vision.

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[runs_deep]

One of the sorts that likes to sleep late, Ilya has just recently dragged himself from his pool and dressed. Dressing for the merman though is a subjective thing, which means that when he wanders into the kitchen, all he wears is a pair of pajama pants slung low off his hips. He was dressed. See?

Wandering in, Ilya offers Tim a bit of an odd look as he stands there blasting waffles in front of the toaster, but doesn't ask any questions. Instead he goes for the juice, pouring himself a glass before he turns around and idly remarks "Y'know.. those are great if you make a sandwich out of them with peanut butter and jelly."

[superpowerboy]

Carefully toasting his waffle with heat vision while apparently racing the toaster, Tim doesn't look up as Ilya walks in. He heard him coming. Remaining silent he eventually lowers the golden brown disc and frowns. Seconds later the one in the toaster pops up.

"I knew that I was faster," he mutters. The clone then turns a curious expression on Ilya. "Good morning. I thought that the topping for waffles was maple syrup and a square of butter?"

[runs_deep]

"That's for demonstration purposes, you don't have to have waffles that way all the time." replies Ilya with a laugh. He walks over to Tim's side and takes the waffle, and then places the other one on the plate as well. He then fetches peanut butter and strawberry jam, making up the aforementioned sandwich and offers it to Tim.

[superpowerboy]

"Demonstration?" Tim is just confused by the need to demonstrate waffles. He watches Ilya silently and unblinking as the meal is prepared. When presented back, Tim takes it carefully and examines it. Eventually he takes a bite. "This tastes good," he declares once he's swallowed the first bite.

[runs_deep]

"They have to set up the pictures on the box, you see." replies Ilya patiently. He then smiles, and grabs the sandwich, taking a bite himself before he says "Of course it tastes good. You really can't go wrong with peanut butter and jelly."

[superpowerboy]

"Oh. Advertisement," Tim murmurs. He blinks when he suddenly finds empty space where his sandwich had been and gives Ilya a confused head-tilt. "Why is that?"

[runs_deep]

"It's just a combination that many surface dwellers grow up from childhood eating. We don't have sandwiches in Posidonis, but it's a taste that I've acquired since coming to land." Ilya says. He then offers Tim back his peanut butter-and-waffle sandwich, and then goes about finding something for himself.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'goes together like peanut butter and jelly' when used to describe two people who get along well?" he asks.

[runs_deep]

Laughing now, Ilya pulls away from Tim enough to fetch his waffle. "Power Boy is indeed a powerful name, just like my name of Tremor is powerful. I am speaking of your personal name. My name is Surat Sikh Ilya. Surat is the name of the city where I was born, and Sikh is my father's name." he glances over his shoulder as he spreads peanut butter to look to Tim, "See how you need more of a name than just.. Tim."

[superpowerboy]

Tim remains where he is left, watching Ilya closely. His attention is momentarily drawn away by something superhearing picks up on but he looks back to Ilya quickly. He nods slightly before making a small thoughtful noise. "But I was not born. I was created in a laboratory outside of any city. And I have no true father. Merely three male, genetic donors. Involuntary donors."

[runs_deep]

Tim's protests make Ilya take on a pained expression, and he sighs as he sets his waffles down. "Tim, when you woke up, that was like being born. Also, you don't have to name yourself the way that I am, it's just the tradition of my people and I had never explained it to you."

He then goes to start back on his waffles, his tone gentle as he says "You can choose whatever name you like the best. Few get to choose their names."

[superpowerboy]

Tim feels bad when he sees Ilya's expression. Thankfully Ilya starts speaking before Tim can apologize again.

"Technically, would being released from my cloning tank be considered being born or would that be being released from stasis?" he asks curiously.

He just looks lost when told he can choose his name. "I do not know what name I should choose. I only picked Tim because it is the same name as one of my genetic donors."

[runs_deep]

"It can be considered whatever you want it to be considered." replies Ilya, his lips smiling as he looks to Tim.

As Tim speaks, he takes a bite of his waffle sandwich and nods his head along. "Naming yourself Tim in honor of him is a very honorable thing," he says, "But you can still have - and be called - a name of your own choosing." he steps closer, his shy little smile back as he says "You could even take part of my name, if you wanted to."

[superpowerboy]

Tim is quiet a moment. "Does this mean that one of those days will be my birthday? And that there will be a party?" he asks curiously.

"Part of your name?" Tim blinks, thinking about the various was to combine 'Tim' with Ilya's name. "Which part?"

[sanguinarian]

It was morning, the warmth of sunlight filtered through the opaque layers of her outer flesh. She could not feel it as she normally would, could not enjoy it fully. How these humans endured such restrictive forms was beyond her, but it seemed to make them more at ease if she retained it.

She stretched, more than should be allowed by her form, but she languished in it. Quickly returning to her normal emulated proportions she chose a dress for the day and combed her hair. Black waves bounced up to their programed shape and she looked as though she just stepped off the set of a 1940's movie, alive and in color.

Vivian Paige bounced down the hall to the kitchen, she could ingest the food these humans ate and some of it had enjoyable flavors but it would not sustain her for prolonged periods. For that she would need...other sustenance. Still the smell of something delicious reached her, filtering through her skin to the receptors within, each molecule studies and had she had salivary glands her emulated mouth would be watering.

"Well, Good morning boys, did I miss the grub?"

[superpowerboy]

Tim heard Vivian coming long before she arrived, eyes flicking towards the door when he heard her nearing. He shook his head in response to the question.

"Good morning. No grubs have arrived. It is unlikely that any will appear in the Tower unless one of our teammates intends to retrieve them from their natural habitat."

[runs_deep]

"It's slang, for food." replied Ilya to Tim, and he moved over to greet Viv good morning. "How are you doing, lovely?" he asked his friend, playfully flirting with her. The two were good friends, after all. "We're having peanut butter and waffle sandwiches, if you'd like one." he then offered.

[sanguinarian]

Vivian puzzled at Tim, wondering what he meant until Ilya clarified it for them both. That made her laugh, it was a deep throaty sort of sound more suited to a certain Disney siren that favored rabbits then a modern teen. Everything about her tended to reflect a bygone era, but that had been an incident of design, oddity of travel and time and the most comical definition of mixed signals.

She perched herself on the counter with a quick hop, one leg cross over the other and fingers entwined over her knee. She smiled and batted dark lashes fetchingly at her aquatic friend. "I'm having a swell so morning so far, a gal can't complain about the scenery."

[superpowerboy]

"Oh. I apologize for my error," Tim replied, nodding. He watched both teammates quietly, taking in details of everything they did from movements to breathing patterns and heartbeat.

He tilted his head at the comment on scenery, looking around the kitchen. He thought for a moment then smiled. "Both Ilya and myself are quite aesthetically I understand," he remarked.

[runs_deep]

Vivian's compliment caused Ilya's cheeks to heat, and he just shook his head as he placed two more waffles in the toaster and flipped them down to toast. "You're terrible." he chided her, though his lips were curled into a bit of a smile.

Looking to Tim, he says "If you want to hear some really wild stuff, you should ask Viv to tell you about where she came from. It's crazy stuff for us mammals."

[superpowerboy]

"I prefer Ilya," Tim corrected.

He just stared at Penny's morph for a moment, unsure of how to react. "Hello, Penny," he eventually replied. "What should we not stop?" he asked, glancing to Ilya to see if he had an answer.

[runs_deep]

If things couldn't get any worse.. they did. Not that things were worse with Penny there, just more Ilya didn't want more of an audience and now they had one.

"Hi Penny." he said in a low, weak tone before wiggling some fingers at her in greeting. It was too late to extract himself from Tim, and so instead he just swallowed hard and then said to Vivian, "I'm not sure what I prefer. I just like spending time with Tim, so that is what I do."

[plastic_fantastic]

Penny took a little bow and gave a little wave. "Mornin' folks."

She crossed the room quickly, heading to the fridge to rummage. "What's new?"

[sanguinarian]

"Peanut butter waffle sandwiches apparently. Ilya say's their the bee's knees. Time reminds us bees don't have knees."

The leg was bobbing again and she was back to the odd form of her dated self.

[superpowerboy]

"I can prepare you one if you wish, Penny," Tim offered. "I believe I can create one after seeing Ilya prepare them."

[plastic_fantastic]

Penny grinned. "Sounds great, Tim. Thanks."