DC's Legends of Tomorrow

- Come on, Cap. Can't we just bowl one more?

both: No! - Sorry.

We'll have a rematch at our next date night.

- I don't know about all of y'all,

but I'm done with space.

Get these shoes on solid ground.

- Agreed, but not in those shoes.

We need to talk about your footwear.

Try to put a heel on me,

and I'll show you where to stick it.

- Oh, I'm with Ms. Cruz on this one.

I think it's about time that we all return

to where we belong, don't you think?

- All right. - Okay, message received.

You are correct. It is time for us to swap back.

It's not forever. - I know. We got this.

Yeah.

- Okay, Fancy Z, time to come out.

Oh, B and--oh.

John, I missed your face so much.

I missed you so much.

Wait, are we in actual space?

Yep.

- Do I want to know why? - Desperate times.

The world was at stake, all that malarkey.

Let me explain it to you over a nice cup of chai,

maybe a foot massage, yeah?

- Talk later, Z. Boos before bros.

Unless your other bro's a...

both: Time Bro.

- Hey, babe? Something's wrong.

I can't set jump coordinates. Can you--

- I'm afraid my jump drive was damaged

when Mr. Constantine magicked us across the universe.

- Well, I guess we're gonna have to take the long way.

- Calculating the most efficient route.

Taking into consideration the Waverider's fuel

and energy reserves, we should arrive safely

in 3 weeks, 2 days, and 21 hours.

- Stuck on the ship for three weeks?

I'll be in my room.

When we land on Earth, wake me up.

These damn eggs are making my head itchy.

- I'll bring you some cocoa butter for that.

And I have a great way to pass the time.

It's this super fun role-playing game.

It's called "Beast/Slayers."

A Gothic mystery adventure awaits?

- Well, we have a wedding we have to plan.

- Yeah, we have so much to plan.

We just--we--we're very busy. - We have to plan.

- We have to plan a lot of things.

Okay, I'll just set it up

in case you guys change your mind.

Okay!

I have everything organized by category.

- Mm, wow, yep, this is thorough.

- We've got group A, those who need to come, obviously;

group B, those who we would love to come,

but if they can't, it's okay;

and--come on-- group C, the people

that we should definitely send an invitation to

and pray that they RSVP no.

What about group D?

- Yeah, well, those are the people

who it might be better that they don't know

we're getting married until it's too late.

- Why is Barry Allen on this list?

I love Barry. - I know you do, babe.

But you know that if Barry and Iris show up,

there is a 100% chance that our special day will be

blown up by a supervillain, so group D.

Okay, D.

Hold on a second.

Gideon, why is our trip getting longer?

- I've recalculated the duration based on

our current level of power consumption.

Power consumption?

- You will not survive this. - Oh, I'm gonna survive.

Deadly combo coming at you. - No, no.

- Ha! - Wait, wait, no.

I'm not out. I'm not out. I'm not--no.

- Hey! - Sorry, kiddos.

We gotta conserve power, or we're never gonna get home.

- So no screen time? - Afraid so.

- I got you, Captain. No power, no problem.

All right, who's next?

- Gideon, I would like a prime rib, medium rare,

with shoestring fries and béarnaise and--

- Ah-ah-ah! Gideon, scrap that order.

Sorry, we can't use the food fabricator anymore.

- How are we supposed to feed ourselves?

- I don't know. Oh, look!

Food.

Cook it the old-fashioned way, yummy.

- How's that robe fit you, love?

- Actually, it's a little bit big.

All right.

Oh, wow, it's perfect now.

You all right, man?

- Aces all around, squire, aces all around.

I feel magnificent. How do you feel, good?

Oh.

- Mm. - Oh, wow, yeah.

Oh, hello, brother.

John is taking me on a spa date.

- Ah, on the ship? - Oh, ye little of faith.

You see, I finally got my magic back and no occasion

to use it save for doting on that delightful deity.

Relaxation awaits.

- Deep breaths as you fire up that back leg.

Oh, steel is not flexible.

Inhale, extend.

Exhale, goddess pose.

Oh, I missed this.

- I'll take the positivity into my energy sphere

with gratitude.

Room for an English one?

- We're kinda in the middle of a--

- Of course, prepare yourself for total relaxation.

Yeah.

Atmosphere could do with a bit of upgrade, though,

couldn't it?

- Wow, now, that is how you set the mood.

- Oof, what, did you raise it 20 degrees in here?

I'm beginning to schvitz.

Guess we're doing hot yoga.

But in the interest of preserving the sanctity

of this practice, I ask that you keep your pants on.

- Well, in the interest of achieving a higher state

of consciousness, I must bare myself to the elements.

- Come on, B. You know how he is.

- Sure, but I'd rather not know all of him right now, okay?

- I thought that you of all people would,

you know, go with the flow.

- The flow was my flow till you came and hijacked it.

- Hijacked it? Improved it, don't you mean?

Do you know what? This is bollocks.

Know what? I'm gonna go practice

somewhere more welcoming. Cheers.

Behrad...

Don't mom-voice me, Zari.

- Guys, guys, just take a breath.

- You're right. This is safe space.

John, you can stay.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, the mood's all wrong now, mate.

John.

Well, if that is the issue,

then why did you put your fake actor parents in group A?

- Whoa, whoa, I have very fond memories

of them that feel real, and I--

- Well, Black Siren is my sister Laurel from another--

- I felt like a spare prick in a dartboard, all right?

I know when I'm not wanted,

and I'm not gonna outstay my welcome.

- John, don't be so dramatic. Go back there and make amends.

He didn't mean what he said. - Oh, hold on.

What is the drama? - Tensions are very high.

People are feeling very prickly.

- How is this already happening?

It's day three. - It is very stressful

being cooped up on a timeship.

Worse, it's bloody boring.

- Yeah, and without technology to distract us,

it's only gonna get worse before it gets better.

We need an activity, something to bring us together,

like a mission but not a mission,

like a game.

- Welcome to the world of "Beast/Slayers."

In this Gothic adventure, you'll enter a mansion

for a dinner party, only to be hunted by a horrendous beast.

- Oh, I see what's happening here.

It's like "Mafia."

One of us is secretly the beast,

and it's up to the rest of us to figure it out

before it's too late--go ahead.

- After each kill, you will deliberate

on who to accuse of being the horrendous monster.

- You. - Accuse correctly,

the beast dies and the humans win.

And if we accuse incorrectly?

- Well, then the game continues,

and it's the beast's turn to strike!

I'll be the all-knowing narrator

who will usher the game along.

Meanwhile, you will each need

to select a character and a card.

Ooh, can I go first?

Hmm, eccentric detective.

- Hmm, black widow. - Ooh.

- Starving artist. - Wealthy foreigner.

- Reluctant soothsayer. Typecast much?

- Big game hunter, I'll take it.

Prima donna, obviously.

- Consumptive doctor, original.

- All right, now, keep each of these cards secret.