trans_9 | Meeting of the Newbs

Upon hearing that question, Brainy's reaction is a long, slow blink.

Then he asks, "What year are you from and where?"

Javert stares at him as if he's the most idiotic being in the universe. "1832, Paris, France."

Old Earth. OLD old Earth. The 20th and 21st centuries are the Stupid Ages--the 1800s, if he can recall correctly, are practically back in Earth's Dark Ages. Before the widespread use of electricity.

"Kara, he's from even farther back than the Stupid Ages of Earth. I can't possibly explain all this in a manner he can understand. You do it; you should be able to communicate it in a simple enough fashion."

Kara glared at Brainiac.

"You, French-boy!" Kara peeled off her cape - she was away from home, and she did not want to get it damaged. "Hold my cape! This boy needs a good supersmack!"

Javert's eyebrows went up. If she thought he was going to take that from her, she was sorely mistaken.

"I'm no boy, and if you feel the need to turn his ridiculous and hardly well thought out comments into a reason to start a pointless brawl with one of a total of three passengers we know the whereabouts of, you may do so. I shall not require you to venture a question as to the logic of that action."

Brainy looks up, mildly impressed.

"He's more logical than you, at least," he says to Kara. "Perhaps this situation isn't as hopeless as I thought."

Kara threw her cape down and strode up to Brainiac. She pulled her fist back and just socked him in the face. "What the hell is your problem?!"

He'd thrown up his forcefield last minute, but only just. He hadn't actually been expecting that coming and Kryptonians move fast.

Regardless, it's a weak field and he's still knocked into the wall rather hard, dropping his omnicom to the floor.

She ~~touched~~ hit him! ~~Yes!~~ That Kryptonian cow!

Javert sighed and rubbed his temples. Gods willing, these two were not an accurate representation of the other denizens of this ship.

"Are we quite finished?"

The ship wasn't finished!

||Kara Zor-El.||

Tentacles made of energy reached out of the walls, grabbed her, and slammed her into a wall.

||Hostile actions taken towards your podmates result in Violations ~~even if they deserve them~~. 15 Violations results in Punishment. This is your only warning.||

Then the tentacles released her.

"Augh!" Kara yelled. Being thrown against the wall didn't hurt, but it took her by surprise. "I call child abuse!"

Brainy gets up and dusts himself off--not that there;s a preponderance of dust here, but it's partly to avoid looking up at either of them. He picks up his omnicom, turns to Javert and says quietly: "In the future, there will be technology capable of traveling...past the sky. Into the stars. Even farther in the future, there will be technology--er, machines--that can travel back in time and go into the past. This...machine we're in appears to be capable of doing both. As for other worlds, I don't suppose you have tales of a men living on the moon?"

Javert is quickly storing information. Machines apparently advance ridiculously, unless this green boy is absolutely insane, which he's not ruled out.

"Not as such, no." He said idly. "It's probably something that was mentioned; but it has been fifty years since my mother told me fairytales. Nonetheless, I understand, more or less."
In a language he no longer understood, as well. As such, they had been classified as utterly unimportant, beyond the old stories women told children to frighten them at night.

Kara looks between them and sighs. "Okay. Bored now. Is there a shopping mall or something in this thing? You know, like on a cruise ship?"

Brainy ignores her.

"There are no actual little green men on the moon, but there are other worlds, much like Earth, very far away, that support sentient, intelligent life. Beings such as myself--and her, " He gestured to Supergirl.

"This ship is so advanced it appears to be beyond even the technology of my time, and I'm from more than a thousand years in your future. We must find out what powerful beings were able to capture us, and find a way to return all the people imprisoned here back to their proper locations and time periods. It will likely be quite dangerous, as their purposes for gathering us are likely sinister."

There. Situation explained.

Javert now felt like he had wandered into a fairytale.

"In other words, we are attempting to control and reverse a hostage situation from the inside?" Javert asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not sure if you've noticed, m'sieur, but such things do not have a good history; what's more, I believe you are working off of an educated guess at best."

"A very educated guess. He's studied history and he's supersmart. Or at least his little omnicrud thing is." To Brainy, she said, "Insult my intelligence one more time and I swear to Rao, I will hurt you, or worse, break your little father box thing, damn the consequences of this ship. One less cute face in this universe means nothing." And then back to Javert. "You're a primitive. Stop acting like you know stuff."

Something flashed in Javert's eyes. He bent until he was on Kara's level, a clearly condescending look on his face. "Mam'zelle," He began, almost sweetly. "We are, indeed, from very different worlds. You are-" And here he looks at her, judgingly. "Sixteen? Seventeen? At your age,I was in Russia. In a war. I am forty-seven years older than you. From you...'past', or not, I have far more experience than you, and am of no small intelligence. The amount of 'stuff' I know would shock you. So please, my girl, put your shiny cape back on and cease whining."

Brainy likes him.

"He has a fair point. While he's from a relatively primitive time period, that's not his fault, and he appears to have a keen enough mind." He raises an eyebrow at her. "My request for you to explain our situation had more to do with frame of reference. You've lived in 21st century Earth far longer than my brief time in the late 20th century. I feared that my unfamiliarity with Earth culture and history would be a detriment to my explaining our current situation. The 21st century is significantly closer to the 19th century than the 31st century is."

He looks at his omnicom again.

"My apologies, sir. In my own case, I have an intelligence sufficiently advanced even in comparison to my own species, who are significantly more advanced than the human race. Explaining things to individuals from times that are comparatively primitive is a daunting proposition, especially given my relative unfamiliarity with Earth history."

After being slammed into the wall, and shaken out of what's essentially been shock at finding himself in this place, he's feeling marginally more polite.

"Umm, technically, I'm in my fifties," Kara snapped at Javert. "So don't talk down to me, okay?" She crossed her arms and strode away from the two of them. Fastening her cape back on she said, "Maybe we need to go in search of the others who've been plucked from their own homes and splooshed out in this freaky intergalactic cruise?"

"Technically, that time was spent in stasis."

He scans her with a brief bleep.

"Therefore, technically, you're sixteen," Brainy corrects her. "But I agree with your assessment."

Javert nodded sharply to the boy.

Javert glanced around. "I don't think wandering off is the best idea. As far as appearances suggest, this is a common area. Assuming the...'others' need rescuing, and assuming the three of us could handle anything they needed rescuing from, then perhaps it could be assumed we should go out."

He crossed his arms. "Or we could wait. In the commons area. Where it looks as if people are supposed to gather."

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