Outer Space SUCKS! [immediately after meeting Kara] (Open)

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"I need a bar, a good old-fashioned bar, none of this sports enthusiast or micro-brewery or house music crap. Two pool tables, a dartboard, a jukebox, and I need good liquor." Owen mumbled as he shuffled his way into the sensorium, the scenery complying as he walked behind the bar and looked over the selection.

At least this damn place could get drinks right, even if it's timing to pull people from his world sucked hard.

"Outer space SUCKS." He put a glass down firmly on the bar as he poured himself some whiskey. After knocking back the first drink, he proclaimed it a bit louder, and a bit different. "OUTER SPACE TOTALLY BLOWS!"

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[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"Space only blows if there's a particle wind involved," Meluly interrupts after a long moment.

She'd heard that shout from way out in the hall connecting Sensorium pods, and couldn't help but investigate.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen was already moving on to bourbon, grumbling. "Nope. It definitely blows. And this ship is STUPID." He sips at this one, you just don't gulp good bourbon after all.

"Stinking stupid ship breaking up my bro-hood and taking my girl from before she met me..." He grumbles indignantly.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly gives a minute for that to percolate as she steps inside, mildly adjusting the way the red wrap she wears hangs on her shoulders. The bar's not bad--doesn't quite compare to the officer's pool she's used to, but, then, little does, particularly with how well her homeland treats its star pilots.

As she gets a rough idea of what Owen means by the 'my girl' part of the comment, she makes an 'eugh' face. "Who's your girl?" she asks lightly, leaning over the bar to peer behind it. (This does nice things to her legs, even bare only from just above the knees.)

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen appreciates your narration, but as he's behind the bar, doesn't get the full benefit.

"Supergirl." He puts a bottle of cuervo on the bar for easy access, then walks out from behind it.

Okay, now he can appreciate it, at least in passing. (He's upset, not dead, after all.) He settles himself down on a stool next to her.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Well, see? More narration can never hurt, especially when it focuses on the attratcive qualities of an exotic woman like Meluly.

She fishes herself a glass, pouring a shot from the bottle. "That's quite the description." She didn't actually realize that as a proper (nick)name.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah, I mean she-- Oh.." He gives her the once over finally. Not bad, but he's still too freshly kicked in the gut to flirt.

"Lemme guess, not from the Earth with the Titans and the Justice League? Cuz when I say 'Supergirl', I actually mean it. That's what she goes by. Big damn hero and all."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

The woman shakes her head. "Can't say I ever heard of them. Sounds kind of overblown for a callsign or something, though..." This from a woman with a mech named after an apocryphal angel. She downs the shot, eyes twisting in a funny way. (Too long without proper exposure to alcohol.)

She's got an interesting tinge of an accent. A little Indian-sounding, almost.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Passing by, Luke heard yelling from one of the Sensoriums, and turned aside from his path to investigate. It seemed a little odd to invade someone else's construct, but he wanted to make sure there wasn't any trouble and someone wasn't getting hurt.

"What's wrong with space?" he asked.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen, one drinking partner down already, and multiple shots in, was a little tipsy.

"I'll tell ya what's wrong with outer space! S'got no damn r'spect for established relationships! Big... st-stupid SHIP took my girlfriend from before she met me, now she's met someone HERE!"

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke leaned against the bar, wondering idly if they'd serve drinks from his world. He didn't think so, and in any case, he wouldn't really have sipped from it anyway. The last time he had anything to drink... well, it was a long time ago.

"She probably didn't think she'd ever see you again," he said. "I'm sorry, though."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"No. Dude. No. No. Dude." Owen shakes his head vigorously and downs the shot still in his hand. "AAAAHHH...." He wipes his mouth. "Lousy ship took her from BEFORE. It's her, but from... like... like.." He puts a finger on the bar's countertop.

"Here's where I met her, and then there's where I was before I woke up in the meatpod. Then, here's where SHE was before the meatpod." He points to appropriate measures along an imagined timeline.

He then stares intently at his finger, before sucking the bit of spilled tequila off it.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke nodded, mostly comprehending. "Well, do you think moping about in bars is going to help you?" he said. "It's all right to be upset, but it won't get you very far, will it?" Still, he reached out and touched Owen on the shoulder, smiling. "Must be difficult though."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen mumbles, holding his next shot but not downing it yet.

"Maybe it'll help just for a little while?" He looks at Luke poutingly.

"It's BRUTAL. We're talking zapped with force-lightning by Palpatine or Dooku brutal."

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

"Space isn't all that bad..." He had heard the grumbling as he wondered towards the sensoriums, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He didn't really get why someone would be upset about this place.

"Sure there's a lack for things to do, and some of my friends are missing. Not to mention my brother. But look around, this place can be anything you want. Or anyone." He smiled a bit. "Even if that last part's a bit creepy, and I don't recommend doing it when people can just walk in."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen had already popped out, then back in, to reset his liver for the time being, and was pouring mixers this time. He needed somthing tastier. He looked up and listened to the new arrival, before letting out a little bit of a bemused snort at the end.

"Yeah... really creepy. Might want to work on your phrasing there kiddo." He roots around under the bar and pulls out a few cans of various sodas. "Something 'soft' for you?"

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

"No thank you. I can make my own drink if I needed it." He really didn't want to know what the meatship made the drinks out of. And he was hoping no one noticed him not eating with everyone else. That was the last thing he really needed.

"So why the bar scene? If you don't mind me asking."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"A woman." Owen replies flatly, topping off a hardened Arnold Palmer with a cherry, before taking a sip. "Mm. Not bad."

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it always?" He shook his head and took a seat at the bar. "That's why I stick to guys. Less headaches."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen laughed at the irony. "Oh don't kid yourself, buddy. Relationships, no matter what the gender-combo, are gonna be a headache." He raises his glass.

"Here's hoping you can tell which ones are worth it." He takes a long drink.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Now Katara, who was getting used to outer space, was very much NOT used to different slang. Things "sucking" or "blowing" as an exclamation tended to mystify her, and she was curious. The Sensorium was occupied, and though Katara respected people's privacy (mostly). she also recalled how many times she'd been interrupted when she was in the Sensorium. The plain fact was this was a ship full of people, and privacy only really translated to less people getting in your face than usual.

So when she stepped through the door she was pleased to see something that looked familiar in certain aspects. It was definitely a bar, and the guy there was definitely someone she'd seen talking with Sokka before. His name was...Owen, wasn't it?

"Ok...what does that mean, Outer Space sucks?" Katara asked, eyeing the drink in his hand. "And if you tell me I'm not allowed here because I'm a kid and underage, I'm just going to roll my eyes and still expect an answer, ok?"

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen was coming down off his bender by now, just trying to relax and enjoy the atmosphere of the place, racking up some balls at one of the pool tables.

"It means this ship doesn't have the faintest clue about when it should pull people from that know each other." He grumbles, then looks at the newcomer. "Wouldn't dream of tellin' you where you can and can't go, sweetness. You're Sokka's sister, right?"

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

At the mention of the failure to place people in relation to tie, Katara sighed in pure agreement. "You're telling me! There are two friends of mine pulled out from my world, but at a time where we were enemies! Do you have any idea how hard it is to explain to someone that used to fight you 'oh, but we're friends later, we have a history?' As if things weren't hard enough to understand on this ship!"

Katara exhaled. The 'sweetness' comment might have bothered her at an earlier point in time, but seeing as how a certain earthbender was known for using something like that phrase, Katara grinned. "Yeah, I am. I'm assuming you guys must have connected if you know that. Sokka's still freaking out a little."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen blinked, chalking up a cue. "If I know what? And yeah, I already knew pretty fresh out the pod that I'd lost a good friend, but that wasn't half of it."

He lines up a shot, then breaks, sinking five in one go. "My girlfriend is pulled from before she even met me, and now she's met someone else while she's been here." He seems sad, but it's balancing with frustration now.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"If you knew I was his sister of course," Katara said, eying the game. It was certainly not something she'd seen before. She'd have to watch and see how it was played. Though hearing what he said about losing a friend was bad, and the next sentence definitely hit home.

"Wow...really? That is horrible. No wonder you're drinking. I don't know how much you like this girl, but it still must hurt to have someone you care about not know you, let alone be with somebody else. If that happened to me..."

Katara trailed off. The thought really bothered her, and she had nothing but sympathy for him now. All the time you invest in a person you care about dashed out the window. The thought really bothered her.

"I can sympathize," Katara said. "More than anything, there's a person I want to see here who's special to me. If he cared about someone else...

"What's her name?"

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen internally picked stripes, since he'd gotten four of them already. "Ah, wasn't sure if you meant something else." He watched her watching him, smirking a bit as he leaned over for his next shot.

"Yeah... was drinking a lot harder a little while ago. Thankfully someone awesome talked me down a bit."

He looked up when she asked the name. "If I say Supergirl, are you going to know that's what I actually mean, rather than a nickname?"