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Meet N' Greet

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.

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Punches are what small, localized forcefields are for.

"Who are you and where did you obtain this ring?"

"Ow!"

Holy crap, she did not expect that. She steps back, cringing and shaking off the impact. Ow, ow, ow. Bruised knuckles tomorrow? Probably.

"What was THAT? Ow, that stings... jeez, warn a girl before you let her punch invisible walls, ugh..."

She breathes, clutches the ring tight in her palm, and holds it behind her back.

"Me? I'm Lois Lane. I picked this thing up off my co-worker's desk –– not that I was snooping or anything, it FELL –– and there was this big light and I felt like I was being ripped away from where I was, and bam. I'm sliding out of a pod. I don't know what it is but I'm guessing it's my key back home and I'm not handing it over!"

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Brainy holds out his hand, which, she might note, has a nearly identical ring on it. Give it over. Now.

"Firstly, Legion flight rings are to only be issued to Legionnaires in good-standing--if you stole it from someone's desk, you're certainly not one. Secondly, it's likely you were abducted in transit, but considering the ring's capabilities, it may indeed be a "key" to getting back to our homes. However, it certainly won't be such a key in your hands. It must be properly analyzed by the engineering team. For both reasons, you are to relinquish it immediately."

"Geez, Brainiac, chill out a little, will ya'? You're gonna freak her out."

Oh no way. No freaking way. She steps back.

"Firstly, I don't know what the Legion is. Secondly, I don't have to buy anything you say, whether you have one or not. Thirdly, I'm holding onto it for Clark Kent and if I give it over to anyone, it'll be HIM. So back off."

There's a slight eyeroll.

"If you insist on being that uncooperative, when last I saw him, he was in the vicinity of the main doors."

Yes, Brainy knows Clark Kent is Superman. His identity is public knowledge by his time. Smallville, Kansas is a national monument, complete with actors in period clothing. The name "Lois Lane" isn't ringing any bells, though.

"Do you seriously think I know where that is? You want your hunk of metal, you take me to Clark," she demands. "Until then, don't even think about it."

Lois has no reason to trust a guy with green skin, because he's obviously an alien.

"As far as I can determine, you don't appear to lack eyes or feet."

Translation: Go find him yourself so he can get your ring, shrill human female.

"Well, see if I track YOU down again," she replies, coolly, and turns to march off, shooting a pointed look at Conner.

Way to back her up, Smallville Junior.

"Don't give me the reporter glare--if that ring can time travel, the tech inside could help the techie guys here get us all home. He is right about that part. Brainy just doesn't now how to ask people stuff nicely."

Kon turns and...tries something, briefly holding a hand to the side of his face to hide the brief eyeglow.

Smirking, he says, "He is over that way if you wanna talk to him--and, uh, you probably should."

Not that he's visible through the crowd, so how did Kon spot him at all? Unless he can see through things. Ha.

"Still not handing it over to the first guy who asks," Lois replies, pointedly. "And I'm not chucking this ring at an alien. And Clark has got EXPLAINING to do; what does a dorky farmboy have this for? No offense. I swear, every time that guy––"

Don't mind her, she's rambling. She cuts off when Kon smirks, though, and she rises up on her toes to try and see above and around the crowd, one hand on Kon's shoulder so she can stay up and not tip over.

"I don't see him. You guys and your height, ugh."

It's just easier to yell. "SMALLVILLE?"

"What is with you and the yelling in ears? Aaagh!"

"Lois?"

A very large man walks through the crowd and into the immediate vicinity. He looks very much like Clark, only about 10 years or so older. And massively built.
He's wearing another version of the Plantsuit only with a symbol on it that sort of looks like an "S"

The voice...somewhat familiar...the nickname, definitely. However...what he sees isn't matching up.

"That's what she says, anyway. Except she looks younger--I guess--" He had no idea what Lois looked like when she was younger, since he didn't exist then. He just sort of figured she sorta looked like Lois Lane, thought he was Kal, and used the nickname Lois always uses for Kal, ergo she had to be Lois.

"--doesn't recognize me, and doesn't seem to, uh. Know some stuff."

Still rubbing his ear--God, she is LOUD--Kon skedaddles to leave Lois and Clark alone, grabbing Brainiac and dragging him off while he's at it.

She's about to give Kon some catty reminder that she'll yell whenever she feels like it, but then Clark –– sort of –– comes into view.

This is definitely not what she expected. Lois recognizes him, she does, but at the same time, she really doesn't. Clark can't be hiding that much muscle, and last she checked, Clark was in his early twenties.

Her eyes settle on the S-shield for a moment, and it's very, very hard to not feel like she's gone insane.

"Smallville? Wow, I'm tired of this time warp thing already," she says.

"I can...relate." Superman said. "But...you may be a Lois, but you're not the Lois from my...life. Your hairs somewhat lighter, and you're about 10 years younger...college age?"

"It's called hair dye," Lois replies. "And I'm twenty-four. And what about you? The Clark I know is big, but he isn't THAT big, and you're... I don't know, in your thirties? And what's with the S?"

Superman's eyes grow wide. "You're...defintely not the Lois I know. I didn't meet Lois until I started work in Metropolis about five, six years ago."

He was starting to look awkward. "I'm not your Clark, Lois."

Lois feels a bit crushed, as the prospect of being stuck here with Clark was a bit better than being without. Clark may be a big dorky farmboy, but he's still there for her. She likes having back-up, and admittedly, Clark's saved her behind from these things kinds of things before.

That, and she kind of loves the guy.

She folds her arms.

"Okay, this is weird. What does that even mean, I'm not your Lois? Somewhere out there is another Lois and Clark and they're sort of the same, but still different?"

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Clark scratches his head. "This ship, not only pulls people from different worlds, but different universes. There's...thousands of them. With thousands of different earths. And many of them have different versions of us."

"Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, Smallville. You let me push you around in thousands of universes? Cool. But that seems a bit too far-fetched, even with this."

She gestures around the room. It's a bit aggravated.

"Fine...don't believe me." Clark finally says. "Keep me posted as to how your search for the truth goes."

He then flies straight up, waving.

That was totally unexpected. Lois looks up and steps right back, so taken off-guard that she almost stumbles. Did that seriously just...

Her voice even lifts a pitch.

"Oh my GOD... CLARK?!"

Her heart is hammering.

He flies back down to about two feet from the ground. "Yes, Lois?"

He thinks to himself: How many e's are in speechless?

She backs up. And tries to think of something to say. And points a finger at his feet, utterly speechless.

"You flew–– you're FLYING."

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