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Adjustment Period [Open]
He'd been deliberately avoiding people since they returned from the mission and Leela had been safely transported to the MedBay to recuperate from her injuries. Brainiac 5 didn't like to admit it, but even he needed some time to process things if the events were significantly large and life-changing enough.
And finding himself here, in this bizarre ship with no idea how he'd come here, then meeting an alternate counterpart of himself who was similar enough to be disconcerting, but different enough to make him more than a little jealous and defensive, and topping the entire experience off with suddenly having to be involved in a mission that he didn't understand his role in and with a group of people he didn't know? It was enough to make even his considerable intellect need a break, if only for a short while. Particularly when he factored in the... unfortunate circumstances before his arrival.
Fortunately Stacy had more than enough room for him to find a place to just take time to work things through in his head without being distracted by the presence of others.
And he'd since resolved to try and avoid sleeping in the 'bed' provided by the ship at all costs.
But experiences with the sleeping area aside, he's now feeling a little more accepting of what's happened so far. He's far from happy about being here, but there isn't much to be done about that - and it's not like he's particularly unique in that regard either - and he'd rather do something productive with his time, so he heads down to the laboratory in Special Weapons his counterpart had shown him around earlier.
After checking that the area is indeed currently empty by cautiously elongating his neck until his head could peek into the room without being too noticeable, Brainiac 5's body follows the rest of him into the room and his neck returns to its normal length. He's alone in what passes for a laboratory, and therefore feels a bit more at home.
And also free to poke through other people's projects.
It's not meant to be rude or anything. It's just that he's not used to having other people working in his lab back with his Legion and while he reminds himself that this lab is a shared space, he can't help but occasionally make a note on someone's equation or a footnote on a diagram to suggest a different idea.
He's just trying to be helpful, really. It doesn't really occur to him that others might not see it that way.
And finding himself here, in this bizarre ship with no idea how he'd come here, then meeting an alternate counterpart of himself who was similar enough to be disconcerting, but different enough to make him more than a little jealous and defensive, and topping the entire experience off with suddenly having to be involved in a mission that he didn't understand his role in and with a group of people he didn't know? It was enough to make even his considerable intellect need a break, if only for a short while. Particularly when he factored in the... unfortunate circumstances before his arrival.
Fortunately Stacy had more than enough room for him to find a place to just take time to work things through in his head without being distracted by the presence of others.
And he'd since resolved to try and avoid sleeping in the 'bed' provided by the ship at all costs.
But experiences with the sleeping area aside, he's now feeling a little more accepting of what's happened so far. He's far from happy about being here, but there isn't much to be done about that - and it's not like he's particularly unique in that regard either - and he'd rather do something productive with his time, so he heads down to the laboratory in Special Weapons his counterpart had shown him around earlier.
After checking that the area is indeed currently empty by cautiously elongating his neck until his head could peek into the room without being too noticeable, Brainiac 5's body follows the rest of him into the room and his neck returns to its normal length. He's alone in what passes for a laboratory, and therefore feels a bit more at home.
And also free to poke through other people's projects.
It's not meant to be rude or anything. It's just that he's not used to having other people working in his lab back with his Legion and while he reminds himself that this lab is a shared space, he can't help but occasionally make a note on someone's equation or a footnote on a diagram to suggest a different idea.
He's just trying to be helpful, really. It doesn't really occur to him that others might not see it that way.
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Making one last adjustment, he hands the diagram back to Jack. "What do you think?"
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And an ego to match.
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"I'm not sure what that means, the Hive Mind thing, but that's cool."
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"Not really. It's actually quite the opposite."
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Jack's never had many friends before, and if you asked him he'd probably describe this as "not making enemies". But he's been getting better at being something resembling polite on this ship.
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Time for a quick topic change. "Did you have any other projects? I'm curious about your work. It's advanced, considering your education and technology level."