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Jaime Reyes voice sounds over the comm-rings--all of them--and it sounds very urgent.

« Everyone on the ship, listen up! This is Jaime Reyes, your local 'Blowing this pop stand' coordinator and escape facilitation engineer. I need everyone on the ship to come to the City, in front of the Precinct, immediately. Grab people who don't have their comm rings with them--and tell them to grab their comm rings, people who are sleeping, whoever you find, and try to make sure everyone on the ship knows to come. This is very important. This is "getting the heck out of here" important. »

When they arrive, they arrive to find the Command Staff waiting, and a tiny, tiny young man standing on stone ledge from a fountain, waiting for them.

Here goes nothing.

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Owen's on scene as well. He doesn't particularly want off the ship, it's potentially awesome here even with the Kara situation, but it's always good to meet more of the crew. He is keeping a keen eye out for those he's already run into though.

Also needs to size up this boy that Kara was talking about. -__- Hmph.

Princess Projectra pushes past people left and right. All of these people - mostly peasants, she's sure - makes her feel rather ill.

Still, it was requested that she come here (though not by private invitation, and Jeckie is sore over that, to be sure) and so she's made sure to put in an appearance.

She pushes past Owen while trying to make her way to the front of the crowd.

Owen moves with the push. His first instinct is 'Excuse YOU, lady!' but she's a girl, and former Rogue or not, you're polite to girls. It's just how it is.

"Grife.. sorry about that, you okay?"

Time spent in the lab with Brainy, and reading up about Mom's time period, had had a minor effect on his slang.

Grife...sorry about that, you okay? Jeckie froze and turned on her heel, looking at the moderately good-looking man, her eyebrow raising. What was he? Peasant? More? She couldn't tell, what with the the fact that everyone wore the same thing.

Except for Jeckie.

The illusion that she still wore her usual purple outfit remained.

She would not blend in with these freaks.

"I'm quite alright if you decide not to take into account the amount of people in this room, most of them beneath my social and financial status," Jeckie said in her usual cold tone. "You said 'grife' and yet I do not recognize you. Are you from that Sensor's Legion?"

Okay. She's a little terse. Works for her though.

"Glad you're in one piece then at least." He smiles and shrugs. "Not one for crowds? And.... wait, there's more than one Legion?" He blinked. "I... know my half-brother worked with them, and I've chatted with Brainy, the blonde green dude who needs to get out more, but... no, not a Legionaire myself." He shrugged. "Maybe if Mom had kept me in the 30th century, but sadly, no."

A little terse? Oh, Owen, stop being so nice.

Projectra's a downright capital B.

"Yes. I am aware of Brainiac 5. Both of them - neither from my Legion. It's a multiversal anomaly in which an alternate universal counterpart is...a snake." She's clearly disgusted by this. "What she did to deserve such a horrible punishment, I don't know, but then she's not the most endearing person." She looked Owen up and down. "The 30th century? The Legion is from the 31st century."

~~Ahhh! Don't eat my soul with your scary gaze!~~ Owen coughed slightly as she seemed to go on edge.

"Three thou-- Oh right, my mistake. Yeah, 31st century." He blinked. "...literal snake, or you just had problems with them?" Owen was trying not to make assumptions where alternate dimensions were concerned.

He caught that up and down gaze and straightened up a bit, maybe flexing his muscles just a bit as he rested his hands on his hips.

"A snake-like being. Literally. It sounds about as attractive as you'd expect," Jeckie explained, wrinkling her nose at Owen's posturing. "If you're trying to impress me with a well-sculpted body, I'm sorry to say that I have about as much interest in you as I do in forging a bond of sisterhood with the snake."

Owen raises an eyebrow and snorts. "Don't read too much in. I just tend to straighten up a bit when someone gives me the once over. Call it a reflex." He then got distracted by a notion. "Hm. Wonder if there's any versions of the Legion where I did stay in the future..."

He turned his attention back to her. "And at the least, having a counterpart that's that different from you is at least kinda interesting."

"Or insulting," Jeckie countered evenly. "Yes, well, I just wanted to be sure that we are on the same page. After all, I'm royalty and I have no idea what you might be or where you've been." Not that this has stopped Jeckie from having a heated relationship with Brin Londo, aka Timber Wolf. "Whyever did you leave the future?" What? There was nothing going on, and it's not like Jeckie had anything better to do than talk to this...person.

"Well good for you," Owen said without much conviction, giving her the once over in return. "Princess, I'm guessing?"

He sighed at her question. "Considering I was a baby at the time, and didn't learn about the whole thing until a few months ago? Didn't have much say in the matter. Wouldn't mind dropping in there after all this stuff gets sorted out though."

"Of course I'm a Princess," Jeckie said haughtily. "Princess Wilimena Morgana Daergina Annaxandra Projectra Velorya Vauxhall of Orando." She crossed her arms and raised her chin ever so slightly. Not that it did much. Owen was taller than her. "But the Legion calls me Princess Projectra. I respond just as well to Your Highness or Your Majesty. And you would be...?"

"Princess is is then..." Owen replied. And he thought listing all his names was a mouthful.

"Owen Mercer-Harkness-Thawne. Captain Boomerang, the second." He smiles and bows his head a little, hoping that'll pacify her enough to take some of the apparent edge off.

Oh, it pacifies her a little. "Well," Projectra sniffed, "I suppose the title is better than Boomerang Boy, though what you're a Captain of - beyond boomerangs - I couldn't begin to fathom. You inherited the title from someone special, I presume, Owen."

"My birth-father, George Harkness, the first Captain Boomerang. One of the Flash's arch-enemies, when he wasn't working for the Suicide Squad. Me? I'm more of a free agent, work with superheroes for the most part. Dad trained me, and I got my powers, superspeed, from Mom."

Owen decided if he'd ever joined the Legion, he'd go by Outback Lad.

"I see..." Projectra said. "That's...quite interesting. My own powers are my birthright, passed on to me when-" my parents died "-it was time for me to inherit them." Which could mean anything, really. Her sixteenth birthday, or whenever her parents felt she was mature enough to receive them. "I cast illusions."

"Light manipulation, sensory altering, reality warping, or just magic?" Owen inquires, seeming more focused and intellectual than his easygoing manner would usually indicate.

Hey, you work for Amanda Waller, you learn to ask these things.

"It has it's origins in magic," Projectra replied coolly. "I can go into your mind, into your id, and affect things from there onwards. Make it unbelievably real...and unbelievably pleasurable. Or painful."

Owen blinked. "That... that's intense. You're pretty damn sslick, Princess." He ended up hissing ever so slightly, almost saying 'scary'.

Why were the pretty ones always at least partially mental? I mean, granted, he normally found that attractive, but still.

Projectra caught the hiss and her eyes narrowed at it. She used her powers to tap into Owen's subconscious and pulled out an image of a pretty blonde girl in a red, blue, and gold costume wrapped in the arms of a shadowy male figure - a figure that wasn't as fully formed in Owen's eye as the blonde.

The illusion hovered between Owen and Projectra.

"I am," she agreed. "Very, very slick."

Owen's eyes widened slightly as she plucked out the stray thought and made it visual, but didn't react negatively otherwise.

"Clearly."

Okay, maybe one of his fists tightened a little.

The princess noticed that too and smiled a little triumphantly. "I don't know what everyone sees in her. You could probably do better if you tried."

At that, Owen actually let out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair as he settled down again.

"Wow... you really don't get it then, Princess. It's not about 'doing better' or worse, it's about what you feel is right for you. If she's happy, I'm happy for her, even though inside I'm a shallow little prick who wants to scream and rant that I miss her. The key point there is that I admit when I'm a prick, and then do the right thing anyway."

He shrugs. "You really might want to stop taking life so seriously. Not everything's always dire. So on that note, you got any suggestions in mind?"

He wasn't really ready to just try to get over Kara, but he wasn't going to fit himself for a noose either.

Projectra indicated the room around them, bringing attention to all the people milling around them. "We have been kidnapped from our homes, brought here to fight a battle which most of us do not yet understand. We've been pulled away from friends, from family, from loved ones. Some of us have been pulled away from the moment that our lives were about to finally begin to improve, others from painful situations - situations which have not yet been resolved and haunt those kidnapped. If this is not serious - if this is not dire - then perhaps I misunderstand the meaning of that word." Jeckie crossed her arms and glared at Owen. "For a girl for you? None. I doubt any female would want to debase herself so." The image of Kara and Julian disappeared. "Least of all Supergirl."

"Now wait just a damn minute." Owen's expression turned stern. "If I decide I'm not going to let myself get massively worked up, that concerns me, but don't go assuming I'm speaking for everyone else here. I know there are plenty of folks here that want to get back home, and I'm glad to help them if I can."

He did his best not to respond to the bits about Kara, or other girls.

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