Explorinating the countryside

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

They've taken note of the rule that people shouldn't go anywhere alone. Brainiac 5 has opted for one of the Kryptonians to accompany him as backup as he explores. The problem is, both are equally annoying, so he winds up using a randomization program om his ominocom to...well, essentially flip a coin to see who to ask to come with him.

It winds up being Supergirl. This is why the green-skinned Coluan and the blonde Kryptonian are wandering through the living area--and the city--exploring. If you can stop them from bickering a moment, you might even get a conversation out of them.

"I've yet to see anything resembling a control panel or console. This is somewhat alarming."

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[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

No, what's alarming is that you've chosen me to tag along with you. "Well, it seemed like the ship was, you know, a living thing. Or something. Sentient. Maybe it doesn't have controls because it...moves on its own?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

It was her or him. He needs someone that can break down walls. The other one is just as annoying.

And lacks boobs.

"But how do the actual crew--the ones that have taken us--control it? There must be some means of allowing them to input information into Stacy's systems. I sincerely doubt they just tell her 'Go.'"

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kara looked around, raising an eyebrow. "Nanobots? Telepathy? Maybe they're cyberpaths?" She held the corners of her cape, swooshing them as she floated along next to Brainy. "Oh! Oh! Alien oompa-loompas?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Oompa-what?"

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"What, was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory not remade a million times by the time your unfortunate generation hit?" She crossed her arms - a move that she was doing more and more around cabbage butt - and glared at him. "I hope there's a Pop Culture Lad where you come from, because you're so woefully lost that it's almost endearing amusing. No, scratch that. It is endearing amusing."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Brainy waves his free hand--the other holds his omnicom--dismissively. "Pop culture is fleeting and utterly pointless to even acknowledge. The only long-term certainties worth knowing are scientific principles."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"If that's what you need to tell yourself to make you feel worthy of the Brainiac title, convince away, cabbage butt." Kara turned and landed in front of him. She was maybe a little too close for comfort. "But we both know the truth." She winked and giggled and then took to the air again, floating ahead of Brainy.

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

Well, we all know how partial Zuko is to rules.

That's why he's not walking through an adjoining hall all by his lonesome with naught but his swords for company. No sir-ee, not at all. Except that he totally is.

Socializing not being his forte, he doesn't acknowledge Kara and Brainy with anything more than a glance out of his massively scarred right eye when he sees them around the corner. He's aware of the value of trying to make new acquaintances on the ship, but truth be told, he's fairly at a loss as to how he should do that. There's no purpose to talking to them, apart from to maybe make friends, and teamwork is not exactly something Zuko excels at just yet.

Still, the Prince of the Fire Nation is nothing if not driven . . . even if the purpose is a little vague.

He manages a nod and a "Hey." as his path brings him closer to the strangely-colored not-spirits.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kara looks up, stopping in mid-bicker with Brainy. "Hey!" She waves at the newcomer, a bright smile gracing her face. "We're exploring," she says, stating the obvious. "I'm Kara, by the way."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Brainiac 5," is all Brainy says by way of name, looking at his omnicom.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Ignore him. He has the social skills of a flat diet Soder cola." She looks Zuko up and down. And you are...?"

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

"Prince Zuko, son of Princess Ursa and Fire Lord Ozai."

What? They're big on titles in the Four Nations.

Exploring is good. Zuko's doing the same! They should hang out. Anyway, he's introduced himself formally, so he might as well act the part. He bows, stiffly and politely.

"So. Have you found anything?"

All business, this one.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Oh good. Brainy's all business too. "Thus far, just an alcove with 'art' in it--and I use the term loosely. The sculpture there seems to be telepathically influenced, drawing scenes from whatever individual is closest to it, though it seems to have a randomization option. Other than that, nothing but facilities for the needs of the individuals being kept here."

He waves his little device in Zuko's direction, in a really annoying fashion.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

After a period of rest, Danny's back in ghost-boy form, creepily glowing eyes and all. Mostly because things might jump out and try to kill him, but also because a haz-mat suit beats running around in something that's probably alive.

"...oh no. Not you again." he says as soon as he sees Brainy.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes," Kara chuckles in spite of herself. "Him again." She pauses, letting her giggle finish. "He makes friends everywhere he goes, doesn't he?" she asks Danny, not at all creeped out by the glowing eyes or anything. If he was a glowing hunk of kryptonite, sure, she'd be scared. Or dead. But...this? Not so scary. "Let me guess. He scanned you with his omnicrud, asked you for a tissue sample, and then went on to talk about how much smarter than you he is?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Yes he scanned him.

Like he's doing right now?

"These readings still make no sense."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Possibly because the omnicrud is out of it's league." Kara looks at Brainy. "Be careful with that. You might overload it." Because that? Easier than telling him to stop scanning everyone.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Still? That's odd, considering I FREAKING TOLD YOU EXACTLY WHY THEY DON'T MAKE SENSE." Danny said, glaring at Braniac, the glow in his eyes becoming somewhat brighter.

"You know, that thing about me being half-ghost? Oh, but that's right, you don't want to consider the fact that you might actually be wrong about something, do you?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"There are no such things as ghosts." Science is real. Magic, and a certain level of spiritualism, he hates, but can swallow, and only after a certain amount of personal experience with them that made them undeniable.

Ghosts? No. Just no.

"I'm sure there's a perfectly valid scientific explanation for these readings."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan's not exactly by himself, but he just got separated for the time being. Plus being able to fly fast means you can often get yourself out of danger quickly. And he was already finding flying fast meant great battering ram strength too when applied right.

He heard people bickering, and flew closer. Some of the newer people to wake up, of course.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kara looked up to see a guy in his mid...what, thirties? Forties? Somewhere there, at any rate...

And then she noted he was flying.

She was floating too.

I, ah, wonder if he's another Kryptonian or something? Or, ooh, maybe a Daxamite?

She smiled brightly at him.

"Hi!"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Nathan just gets an indistinct little wave as Brainy looks at his Omnicom. There, that means he's social.

He has, however, stopped scanning strangers.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan came closer, and nodded, "How's it going?"

Good thing Brainy's stopped or he'd be getting odd looks from Nathan at least.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Oh. You know. Exploring. Getting to know our surroundings. All of that fun stuff." She smiles and holds out her hand. "I'm Kara. This is is Brainiac 5."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"I'm currently searching for an adequate laboratory," Brainy says. "It will likely be imperative that we set up proper research facilities."