10073/Getting Settled

Getting Settled
Date of Scene:	17 November 2019
Location:	Living Quarters, Titans Tower
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Kian t'Kaeh, Beast Boy, Volt

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Kian t'Kaeh has posed:

    Even though in actual fact Kían doesn't have to eat thanks to his /rhy'thar/, that doesn't mean he /can't/.  And there are a Earth treats that the birdman quite likes.
    As such, he's in the kitchen.  He's sorted out the microwave, even if the way it measures time is all wrong.  While popcorn pops, he's rummaging around in the fridge for that other delicacy, purple Kool-Ade.
    Good thing he's got a ridiculous alien metabolism.
    The microwave *ping*s; he does his usual: add more butter to the popcorn, some chili flakes and a teeny dash of cinnamon, and heads for the main window, gazing out into the unnecessarily cool fall weather.  Really, he should be flying, but the weather makes that a less than perfect option.

Beast Boy has posed:
There's a ping, and there's a ding. The doors to the elevator open and out steps Garfield Logan, clad in Ray-Ban shades and a million-dollar movie star smile, pretending to mug for invisible cameramen and reporters as he steps out, pointing and flashing a thumbs-up.

"Who loves ya, baby?" he croons, ala Telly Savalas, only to pause at the sight of some activity in the kitchen. He slowly reaches up to remove the sunglasses, attempting a casual hiding of them in a pocket.

Volt has posed:
Superheroes. What does it mean to really be one?

Since Stardust met Volt in front of the tower, he's had a chance to really talk to one he'd consider a 'legitimate' superhero. Costume, codename, superpowers, portfolio, recognition - he could only claim a couple of those. Sure, he considered himself one to a much, much smaller degree. It's what he wanted. If he couldn't find a family, he'd give his life meaning in this way; to stand for something. But that encounter was... just... so...

...joyless.

The lifestyle is dangerous. He's been living it for a year now. He knows. But when he gave himself permission to embrace the mentality, it felt so completely liberating, so fulfilling, it was hard to not be happy about it. But what he got at the Titan Tower entrance felt the opposite. Between the warnings, threats, and discouragement, Volt just wasn't sure being seen as legit is for the best.

It's a conundrum, and it's been eating away at him. He wasn't completely sure where all he was allowed to venture in the tower, but staying cooped up in his assigned and probably-temporary abode wasn't doing him any favors. At least he got to clean himself up and wear some actual people-clothes and not his old, worn out hobo-threads. It'd be forgiveable if people didn't even recognize him. But that's only part of the reprieve he needs from his thoughts; he needs to roam.

Another ding sounds off, announcing another arrival. The door opens, and out steps Volt. Hands are stuffed in his pockets, shoulders a little hunched defensively, as if at the ready to be berated for going somewhere he wasn't meant. But he's nearly walking directly into the most recent arrival! "Erk-," he grunts along with some sudden footwork to avoid the impact.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kían turns, and is of course completely oblivious to any reference to Telly Savalas.  "Who loves me?  Well, my family and some close friends," he says.  Cultural awareness level: virtually nil.  "And /kié/."
    The elevator pings again, and Kían adds, "Oh!  And /kié/, Vol't!"  Hey, he's getting closer.  "This is Vol't," he says by way of introduction.  "I met him in the city.  He's applying to the Titans.  Vol't, this is... uhm."  He looks at Gar in some confusion.  "I remember Stardust's warning about names and IDs, but I don't recall your preference."

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy was just busy looking cool. Yes, that's it. He's clad in a red shirt and jeans, nothing like the normal costume at the moment. There's a good bit of spatial awarness when someone else shows up, giving him the chance to sidestep before any contact is made. "Whoa, there," he says, a green hand out to steady himself in case they do come into contact.

Eyes shift from Drake to Kian and back again, a brow sliding upward. "Volt? Not named after the car, I hope. I knew someone who was named after a tortoise-shell kitten once, and that would be a little embarrrassing because usually you name animals after people, not the other way around, and..."

Clearing his throat, he adds, "I'm pretty much 'out' as far as this stuff goes. I'm Beast Boy and Gar. So you're a prospect? We don't have the cool motorcycle jackets with the patches. Come to think of it, that would be awesome." His expression? Thoughtfully curious.

Volt has posed:
Oh, good. Kian's here. Maybe it's an electrical elemental thing, but the two seem to get along well, and if nothing else? The birdman makes for a fair buffer. He has no clue what the /kie/ is, though.

Nevertheless, Volt's vibrant green eyes flit from one individual to the other, back and forth, attempting to read the room he'd just blundered into quickly. No one's told him to hit the bricks yet, so that's a plus. Wait, what did the green guy say?

"Nono, like-," the verbal explanation is cut off in favor of a visual one. His right hand raises, and in an instant, thin tendrils of electricity are arcing between his splayed fingers. "There's a car called Volt?" He knew about the energy drink. This one's new, though. "And yeah, I guess that's a way of looking at it; a 'prospect'." It all sounds so impersonal, it makes his nose crinkle. "Thought I'd give the team thing a try?"

Leaning a little to the side, the electricity cuts off and the spread fingers wiggle in a wave. "Yo, Kian."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Well, that's true, when Kían takes a moment to reflect -- Gar's greenness is about as obvious as the birdman's wings, so there's probably not much point in him trying to keep a secret identity.  Not that he really grasps the concept; it's enough that he simply accepts that some of his teammates operate under two names and which name is appropriate when.
    He's just not even going to ask what a motorcycle is.  That's probably for the best.
    "How are you settling in so far?" he asks Volt.  "I know it took some getting used to for me."

Beast Boy has posed:
Beast Boy raises a brow at the show of electricity, commenting, "If I were you, I'd stay away from Vorpal with that unless you want to see how he looks all poofy." A slow grin then takes shape. "On the other hand, that could be worth it." He's totally not setting one or two people up for laughs or worse (he is). The rubbing of hands together is a dead giveaway.

There comes a nod to the question of the vehicle. "Yes, and if you guessed it runs on electricity, you win an imaginary cookie I don't have any of. So what brought you here?" he asks, meandering his way toward the kitchen with Kian over that way. "On a scale of 1 to totally weird."

Volt has posed:
Volt starts to stuff his hands into a hoodie pouch-pocket that isn't present. He redirects his hands into his pants pockets, instead. It's weird how dressing like a normal person feels so exposing and unusual. But then, that encompassing not-costume was worn for nearly a year straight.

"Not sure," he answers honestly to Kian. "I got used to things being a certain way, y'know? And I'm still- I mean, it's.. a trial run?" He isn't entirely sure how to put it; the feeling of being accepted, but only /maybe/.

As the green shapeshifter heads to the kitchen, he pads further into the living area, considering his question. What brought him here? /So many things/. But how best to condense it? "Him," he muses, nodding towards Kian. "But also like I said, wanting to give a team thing a try. And the idea of having, I don't know, legitimacy. Does that make sense? I feel like I'm not making sense when I say something like that."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kían can't help but laugh.  "I *defy* you to define 'weird' in a meaningful way around here, Gar.  The closest thing there is here to a genetically normal actual Earth-born is Robin."
    He regards Volt with sympathy.  "Give it some time.  It took me a while to get used to it too, although probably for different reasons."

Beast Boy has posed:
Gar sticks his tongue out at Kian. It, too, is green. It's like he jumped into a vat of green paint or something. "Not everyone is cut out for the whole team thing. Some people are loners. Some find out it's hard to be responsible enough to do that sort of thing." He wouldn't be speaking from experience, there. Nope. Not at all, judging from the brief look of self-introspection that follows.

"But..sometimes you realize just how much you need to be around others for support and friendship and all that. It's hard to do things by yourself," he explains. "Nobody should have to be alone. Life is more fun around others."

He sniffs into the kitchen. "Whatcha making, Bird?"