2821/Spirit(s) in the Sky

Spirit(s) in the Sky
Date of Scene:	13 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Star-Lord, Invisible Kid

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{{Poses |Poses=:Star-Lord has posed:
    The Milano had been gone for a couple of days but it's back now even if Peter didn't emerge right away. Now he has, looking a little worse for wear dressed in clothing from a few days ago and squinting against the internal lights of the Legion Cruiser. Spotting what he thinks is a camera he shambles his way over and holds up a sign, it reads: You have coffee on this thing? Sure, he could have just used comms but that requires a brain not trying to escape your head.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Invisible Kid blinks at the communication. Then he blinks at it again. After a moment, he writes out the single word 'Yes' on a pad and holds it up... then winces and facepalms. He keys communications open. "Yes. Although you look more like you need Medical than coffee."

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter flinches visibly at the noise but recovers well enough to say, "Either or. Hey, do they figure out a cure for a hangover in the whateverth century?" he asks as he looks up at the camera he uses his sign to shade his eyes from the lights inside the bay.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Yes. It's called knowing your limits," Lyle says with a snicker. He flicks a toggle, opening a door so Peter can pour himself into the main ship. "And I might have something to fix you up. Depends first on how much of your genetics are Terran, and second on whether you mind me experimenting... I mean, taking notes."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Pfsh, doesn't work," Peter says. "I know my limits, but somehow that never stops me from drinking past them," he says. He gives a wave of thanks when the door opens and he steps into the main ship, glancing around with a sort of pained curiosity. "Half of me is Terran, the rest, well let's just say it ain't from Missourah," he says leaning into his accent with the polish of a practiced answer. "And if it fixes this headache, experiment away."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle leads the way to his corner of the lab; there is an insanely interconnected tangle of lab glass dominating one section. It starts with a one liter Florence flask and... well, it's hard to follow after that. It ends at a large separatory funnel with a stopcock that appears to contain coffee. Looks like coffee. Smells like it, too.
    "All right, let me run a scan on you first. I don't need to have someone exploding in here." He adds under his breath, "Again."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter pauses by the possible coffee and gives it a sniff. But even being him, he doesn't just start drinking. He instead looks up. "Dude, again? Please tell me that scientist humour or something. I want my head to stop feeling like it's going to blow up, not actually blow up," He moves away from the coffee and nods gingerly about the scans. "Scan away, Icky. Scan away." Get it? Invisible Kid, IK, Icky. He holds his hands out from his sides like he would for an airport security scan.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle catches Peter's glance at the Great Wall of Lab Glass. "If you want coffee, help yourself," he says, nodding at the contraption. "I got tired of arguing with the machine in the mess hall, so I finally built that. There's a couple Dewar flasks over there by the stopcock. I don't think I have any cream or sugar, though."
    Scan, scan, scannity scan scan scan. "Well, I'm pleased to report that your blood alcohol levels are only point-oh-eight. Oh wait, sorry, that's the blood level. The rest appears to be alcohol." Grin.
    Blink.
    He makes a couple adjustments and looks more closely at the scanner.
    Blink.
    Lyle looks up like he has about fifteen hundred and eighty two questions to ask. He asks none of them, just says, "Huh." Shaking his head clear, he adds, "Well, I think I can take care of that hangover for you. Without detonation." He pours himself a coffee, sets it aside after one sip, and then goes about doing his mad science thing. Beakers, test tubes, pouring things into other things...

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Alright," he says about the coffee and pours himself some. Though he sets it down to let the scans run. When they're done it's back in his hand and he cranes his neck to look at Lyle's screen. It doesn't help, his translator implant doesn't do science to English. "Huh?" he asks at Lyle's remark, before adding. "Good news," moving to hold up a wall while he sips his coffee.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    It doesn't take long; within a matter of minutes, Lyle is loading a vaporizer with a small dose of a cloudy white liquid. "All right. Let's give this a second to create a proper aerosol, then take three deep breaths through this mask here. I don't feel like calibrating a hypospray to your physical structure."
    Once he's satisfied it's ready, he hands the facemask over. It covers just the nose and the mouth. Pretty straightforward.

Star-Lord has posed:
     With no answers coming from the mad scientist, Peter just drinks coffee and watches the mad science happen. Whatever it was he was doing, Icky, does it confidently, which rubs off on Peter. When presented with the mask he drinks down his coffee, sets aside the flask then takes the mask. "So three breaths? Not four? And five is right out?" asks with a smile. Putting the mask to his face he adjusts it briefly, then pushes the release, breathing once, twice, three times.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "I have to calibrate the dose the hard way, since there are some unknowns in your physiology," Lyle explains. "Three definitely won't hurt you, and should work." A bit of his playful demeanor has gotten put aside -- he does take his lab work seriously, at least once he's actually doing lab work. "If it doesn't after one minute, one more. If it still doesn't work one minute after that, one more. And if that doesn't work... I dunno. I'll think of something."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter begins to feel it working on the first breath, the second it grows, and by the third, the effects of the mist have fully spread through his body. He lifts the mask and lets it do its work as the mist begins to interact with the other parts of his physiology. The scans of all that's happening is likely pretty fascinating to watch, but on the inside, Peter feels the throbbing in his head roll back like a carpet, and the fatigue in his limbs evaporate. "Woo!" he shouts slapping his hand down on the lab table, them moving quickly to stabilize a nearby flask. He drops the mask on the table and blinks repeatedly, rubbing the side of his head. "Wow, I actually feel better than I did before I started drinking, if this stuff works this good for everyone, you may just be humanity's greatest hero."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Well, I don't know... it may be that it just triggered your natural recovery systems." Lyle grins. "Or I am a supergenius. Maybe a little of both."
    He slides his chemistry aside, and retrieves his coffee. "Out celebrating anything in particular?"

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Well whatever it is, you're definitely my favourite scientist, way better than Bill Nye," Peter says with a solemn nod. "Maybe even Doc Brown," he adds still marvelling how clear his head is right now. He moves back over to the science table and leans on it while he answers Lyle's question. "Mostly just being on Earth again," he says. "Went to Madripoor, met a girl, had crazy adventures, pretty much like it says on brochure. How about you, you ever leave the lab? Cause if you do, I pretty much owe you a drink or five for all of this."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle shrugs. "I do, occasionally. I find lab work more relaxing than, uh, relaxing. Not much of a party animal. Besides, in my original line of work, alcohol was a tool, not a toy." He reaches into a small refrigerator under his desk and pulls out a sealed flask. "Besides, we can make our own. What's the point of having a lab if you can't use it for fun as well as work?" He tips a small amount into his coffee, and offers the bottle. "Careful, it has a kick."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "What was your original line of work?" Peter asks as he accepts the offer of the bottle and tips some into his empty, er, well flask. He has a sip and rocks his head back. "Mm, yeah, you weren't joking about the kick. But going out is more than just getting booze, it's about the people, man. The adventure. Can't get that sitting in a lab."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "I get enough adventure being a Legionnaire." Lyle leans back a little. "That's why I say the lab is my relaxation space. Also, lab work is what I did to amuse myself when I was little. And it never stopped being fun."
    He takes a longer pull on his adulterated coffee. "I'd say 'guess', but no one ever does. I was an EarthGov intelligence operative. A superspy, if you want to be dramatic about it." Which may seem an odd assertion, since Lyle looks *maybe* twenty at the most. "Fortunately, EarthGov ran into the one thing they couldn't say no to -- one of the richest beings in the galaxy, who wanted me for *his* pet project: The Legion."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter considers that. "Gotcha, so all this here is just sort of your chance to chill, I get that," he says nodding then taking another drink of booze. "Definitely going to need to add some coffee to this," he says and moves over to the pot. "Wait," he says as he pours. "You were a spy? And younger, like when? When you were twelve?" he asks. "I mean no judgements, I was a space pirate at eight, but still. I guess that explains the codename though: Invisible Kid."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle waits for Peter to turn to refill his cup. *Then* he goes invisible. "Well, there are certain other reasons for the name, too," he says casually, as his mug appear to lift itself from the table with a *clink* gesture. "Eleven, twelve, thereabouts. My dad was in intel; he kind of groomed me for the role. Wasn't my choice, really."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter smiles when Invisible Kid goes invisible. "That's pretty cool. I mean I could think of a dozen times like this week that'd have been useful." He sips his upgraded coffee and nods. "Not a bad guess, then. Sort of happened the same way for me. The guy who raised me after my Mom died, he got me into the life, didn't really have a choice, but hey, better than a regular life I guess. So, what happened when the rich guy pushed for you to join the Legion?" he asks.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Oh, he didn't have to push, I jumped!" Lyle flicks back into visibility and refills his cup -- only coffee this time. "I was being used by EarthGov, my dad, the intelligence service... half the time I volunteered for missions just to get away from all of them. They were all after the secret of my invisibility serum, of course. And I couldn't let them have it. I trust /me/ with it, but not /them/. So when Mr. Brande came along with an offer to join /his/ team... I don't think I quite let him finish asking me before I said yes."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter nods taking it all in. "So, your power, it's from a serum?" he asks. Then he puts more pieces together. "That you would have had to make at age eleven or so?" he grins then. "Yeah, you're waaaay better than Doc Brown."

    Peter takes a sip of his coffee. "So this Brande guy gets you into the Legion, then how do you guys get here? I mean, that's got to be a heck of a trip."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle thinks for a moment. "Ten or eleven. I first started thinking about it when I was ten, anyway. I didn't perfect it until I was just shy of twelve. I kept having distractions along the way. And something told me I should keep that process secret, so I worked on it in bits that no one who was watching could have put together." He can't help but chuckle. "Informed paranoia. I guess I was perfect for intelligence service, now that I think about it. And I generally handle Legion intelligence, but that's because I /want/ to. That makes a lot of difference.
    That last question draws a long pause before Lyle answers. "We have some very powerful enemies in our time. One of them is known as the Time Trapper and... he lives up to his name. I don't know *exactly* what he did, but he shunted us back to this time, and not in one group. We turn up in ones and twos, and I'm not sure we were all taken out of our time at the same time. And while I love seeing my teammates again... if they're here, that means they fell into the same trap too."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "I get that, man, you're doing it because you want to not because someone told you to, or because they say they'll let the rest of the crew eat you," he says. What? Peter carries on without comment. "And you made that at twelve, man I'd be getting into so much trouble with that," he chuckles over another sip of the coffee. "So, what'd you do with it, before your dad shanghai'ed you into being Invisible James Bond? I know you had to get into a little trouble."

    "Hm, so he got you guys good, and I'm guessing, if you're still here, you're either waiting for the rest of your people to show up or you can't get back, huh?" he remarks on the Time Trapper.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Mostly that we can't get back," Lyle confirms. "He's not just moved us back in time, he's done something to the time stream that prevents simply moving forward again. Like a wall. Like... oh, I don't know. Brainy's the temporal dynamicist, not me."
    He laughs, softly. "I was a real sweet kid, you know? I didn't use my invisibility for any troub... uh." He trails off, and even blushes *very* slightly. "Well, I might've gotten into a little mischief," he admits, "but wild space whales couldn't drag the truth from me."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter nods. "I'm sure Brainy, ran it past my smart guys too, otherwise I'd offer their help," he says about the time wall or whatever it is, before chuckling as Lyle blushes. "Don't worry, won't say anything man. For now though I'll let you get back to work, but if you can make me some more of those mist things, I'll owe you big."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "What, and give away my trade secrets?" Lyle asks with mock horror. "Indigo would have that analyzed in ten minutes! And then where would I be?" Big. Evil. Grin.
    Well, okay, not *actually* evil, but probably closer to it than one of the 'good guys' should be able to get.

Star-Lord has posed:
    "That's just evil dude, like holding back medicine from sick, drunken kids evil," Peter says with a laugh. "Well, I am going to go Earthside for some shopping, but this, this isn't over," he promises pointing at Lyle, before heading for the door.