Talk About Timing...

[cityship]

While chaos was going on in the city, a level below the Living Areas, the rest of the ship was functioning normally. Stacy, apparently oblivious to goings on in the city, likely do to her malfunctioning sensors there, carried on with ship business.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.

Comments

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"You're the one who's invulnerable," he says, looking away. "And if it was hazardous, I could likely get you down before you got injured."

[cityship]

The tentacles wrap around her, lifting her up, swathing her in a leafy green material that slides over her whole body and forms a leafy greenish-black jumpsuit, before putting her back down again. (They also clean her hair and face. She's gook-free).

The jumpsuit is throbbing slightly.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Ew. Ew ew ew.

"This doesn't like come in a very short pleated minkskirt and a midriff-baring top, by any chance, does it?"

She looked at Brainiac. "Beware. The suit feels like it's alive. And a little glompy. It actually might give you a happy."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"If I didn't get one by watching you prance around naked, I doubt I'll get one now," he says, stepping into the circle. "And you sound like an Earthling with their odd preoccupation with mating..."

Oh, oh, ugh. Ugh. It's unpleasant, the clothing process, and so are the clothes. He is not a huggy person and his clothes are giving him a hug now.

"This is disgusting."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Whatever, jerk." Kara crossed her arms. "The rude thing? That comes from your ancestor, right? Like bitchiness is your strongest trait right next to being completely evil? Except you're the like green sheep who thinks he's a good guy?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I'm a good guy--I am one." He adds. "And what can I say? A sparkling personality like your own brings out the very best in me."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Piece of advice sweet mint cheeks? Leave the snarkasm to those who're actually good at it. Go calculate a septadic equation or some junk, okay?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Did you just make that word up? To sound smart? Right in front of me?"

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Umm, it's called playing with words. Look it up." She flicked his forehead lightly.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

He makes an indignant squeaking sound when she flicks him. (Not to mention, a Kryptonian flick is kinda hard.

"It's called 'I am Brainiac Five and I know every word,' so if you make any up, I'll be able to tell."

He looks for a way out. The lights lead thataway.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Right. Because you know every word ever used." Kara shakes her head. "Language changes, not-really-twelvewit. So does slang." She lets him lead, following right behind him. "This place is weird."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Slang isn't language--it's the gibbering of idiots, and mercifully, it gets wiped out of existence with the progression of time."

He walks out into what looks like a tube. Immediately the floor starts moving under their feet, carrying them up through the tube.

"Hmm. Anti-grav lift. If they managed to construct a biological system capable of creating this, that's incredible."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"You mean like spork? A spork is an eating utensil, by the way. Half spoon, half fork. Kind of like how you're half ignoramus and half idiot, but whole ignoramus and whole idiot instead." She listens to his technobabble. "Do you do anything else besides talk science and insult pretty girls?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes. "I said 'sprock' earlier. A spork is--"

He pauses.

"--actually it's brilliant in his simplicity. And I'll inform you of the latter the moment I meet any pretty girls that aren't shrill and nescient."

Yes, he did just inadvertently imply that she's pretty. Annoying and dumb, but pretty.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that. Is. It." Kara glared striding up to him. "I'm going to make you eat slime, spanky."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

He crosses his arms and glares right back at her as the platform shoots them up the transport tube.

"I don't see why you're angry--you're the one that started this...hostility."

His memory is a little selective in regards to his own sarcasm.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry? I'm the wo - oh hell no!" Clearly, Kara's been watching a lot of Queen Latifah and Beyonce. "You're the fool that started it! Jeez! I mean, you're like...just..." Kara shook. "So. Infuriating. I don't know if I wanna punch you or ki - aaah - kick you!"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Wait, what had she been about to say? N-never mind. Kick. She'd meant kick.

"There are more pressing matters as hand, so for now, I propose we put our hostilities aside. As there undoubtedly will be a computer system in need of hacking or need for one of us to be capable of operating this ship and its technology, you need my brain; and as there are possibly hostiles on board that may be responsible for our captivity, I need your body."

He starts in surprise and corrects himself a nanosecond later. "Brawn. I need your brawn."

Then looks away, flushing. He never misspeaks. This girl is doing something odd to alter his behavior. What's happening to him?

They're shot into the Hub, a huge cavern with holes all over, seemingly suspended in the air, and shot into another transport tube.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

A multitude of answers shot from Kara's brain to her tongue.

Instead, perhaps wisely, she held her tongue this time.

A small smile rises to her lips, though. My body, huh? Dork.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

It's likely a little clearer to her why he's been so snarky. Classic 'pull on the pretty girl's pigtails' playground behavior, just all verbal. He, on the other hand, despite his massive intellect, has no idea why he's feeling slightly ill around her. Increased sweat gland production, shortness of breath, inability to concentrate...

Is there some sort of airborne contagion on the ship? That's an alarming possibility...

In between twiddling his fingers--for lack of an omnicom to keep his hands busy--he notices her smile.

"What's so amusing?"

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"What?" Kara asks, turning her head to look at him. "Nothing. Just...you're such a guy. I mean, a total pansy in some ways. But...such a guy."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"A pansy? I can't believe you'd cling to such 20th century Earth notions that intellectualism and intelligence are an indication of a lack of intrepidity or masculinity--not that I should even be subject to human gender roles given I'm an entirely different species."

He crosses his arms again. "As for the rest, I have no idea what you're talking about. Yes, I am a male, and I hope you don't want applause for stating the obvious."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"You know, sweetie," Kara artificially cooed. "For such a smart guy...you've got all the common sense of a flat Diet Soder."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"That analogy was hardly cogent."

They were now fwooshed into a room that had tons and tones of racks of stuff. A warehouse that went miles and miles.

"What is this, Stacy? A repository for the belongings of everyone you have trapped in stasis?"

||The Weapons and Possessions Lockers.||

He immediately starts looking for his stuff. "If you see a small computer about this tall by this wide--" he holds his hands to show the size and shape of something about the size of a calculator. "--or a ring with the letter 'L' on it, point them out to me."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Do we get our uniforms back too?" Kara asked. The...thing...she was wearing was ridiculously uncomfortable. And weird.

She looked through some of the stacks and picked up whatever she found that belonged to her.

"Umm, is your computer a specific color?"