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Leaning back in his chair, Apollo stretches while giving out a loud yawn. He'd holed himself up in the Sensoriums, leaving the entrance open in case someone really wanted to use them, for a few hours. A large stack of paper was in front of him, and the table and floor around him was littered with various bits of crumpled... No, folded paper. Paper crabs, paper cranes, paper frogs, paper bugs... He's obviously been busy. In his hand, held between two fingers, is the start of another folded paper project.

He looks at the paper and sets it down, leaning over the back of his chair and letting his arms hang loosely for a bit. He's been at this for too long, but somehow the whole 'wait for a crewmember to stop by the most popular part of the ship for a bit of conversation' plan failed. "Maybe I should have tried the cafeteria?"

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She chuckled. "Well, it might seem a little... presumptuous? At least to keep introducing myself as that all the time."

She thought for a moment, and a chair appeared opposite Apollo. Ahava settled down and leaned forward, cupping her chin in one hand as she watched his hands work. "It's almost a shame that they'll all vanish when the hologram disappears," she sighed. "Doesn't it seem like a waste?"

"I don't see why, but I guess it's your choice." He shakes his head. Angie rarely introduced herself as a doctor, but then... Well, everyone knew her by a title with more authority behind it.

He folds carefully as he begins to speak, looking more at the paper than at her. "If this were my home, they'd get unfolded, lost, or destroyed anyway. I don't really see the difference." He looks up at her, grinning, and holds up the little paper goldfish.

Ahava laughed and gently took the little goldfish. "Something like this getting destroyed seems like a waste to me," she said. "You put some measure of effort into making it, so isn't it only fair to respect that?"

He shrugs. "I can always make more." Paper is in no short supply over in his world.

"Still," she said. "It seems like a shame..."

Settling down to watch him work, Ahava split her attention between the paper constructions he was making and the man himself. "So, what did you used to do before Stacy brought you here, Apollo?"

He just makes a non-committal noise. He doesn't believe so, but he's not going to argue the point with her.

"Me?" He blinks, as if surprised she has to ask. "I'm a member of the Authority." Apollo sounds as if he expects her to know the group, multiverse be damned.

"The Authority?" He said it like it was the name of a company or group, but the name meant nothing to her. Ahava tilted her head a little and frowned. "I've never really heard of them, sorry."

"Really?" He shrugs a bit. "I guess word of us wouldn't have spread everywhere. We're pretty well known in our corner of the multiverse, though." He gestures and two (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f373/Bluesmun/Comic%20Scans/TheAuthority01-24.jpg) images (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f373/Bluesmun/Comic%20Scans/Midnighter-Armageddon1-001.jpg) appear. "We're the Authority. We watch the world to make sure that the people in charge don't make too many stupid mistakes. Of course, this means we have our fair share of bastards who want to try and take over from other universes."

Ahava looked at the images with interest, but her mind was more focussed on what Apollo was saying. There was something about the wording choice that caught her attention.

"And if they do make a few stupid mistakes?"

"We make very sure that they aren't in a position to repeat those mistakes."

That got a moment of silence. "A lot of people would disagree with that kind of reaction," Ahava eventually commented, her voice carefully neutral.

"It's only to be expected." He grins again, a big, friendly grin. "However, until they actually begin to practice what they preach, help their fellow man? Actually rule for the benefit of their people, rather than their pockets? They'll just have to adapt to our way of things."

Ahava couldn't help but smile in return to the grin. "And you really think it'll work that easily?" she asked. "Some might argue that enforced good behaviour isn't good behaviour at all. What happens if you can't enforce it all the time?"

"Oh, I've been doing this for a few years now." He looks up at the ceiling, linking his fingers behind his head. "A lot of people learn slowly, there's always some government trying to outsmart us or bring us down, but they're slowly coming around."

It helps that the population loves them sometimes, even if the people in charge don't.

"Still, you have to be pretty powerful to be able to pull off something like that," she said. It was a careful statement. Ahava wasn't afraid of the man by any means, but she was understandably curious about what he was capable of.

"Of course." He grins fondly, staring off into the distance, almost wistfully.. "We're the Authority. Jenny picked the biggest powerhouses she could in order to make people shut up and listen."

Ahava laughed a little at that. "This Jenny seems to have had the right idea there. I doubt you'd last as long otherwise, for one thing."

Watching him for a moment, she added; "So, what are you capable of? If you don't mind the blunt question, that is."

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