3066/Log 3066

Log 3066
Date of Scene:	05 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Beverly Lynn, Power Boy

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Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn was heading back to work for the day, leaving the shoreline around the bridge much cleaner than when she first got there. However, taking in so much junk had left her looking...bloated, fat, even. Inside her transparent body was a lot of small chips and debris, but also a few tattered T-shirts and bikinis, a multitude of soda cans, and even parts of a beach umbrella, all half-corroded, as if by acid. She toddered up a ramp, gooey form sliding up with ease.

Power Boy has posed:
    At the top of the ramp waits Power Boy. He has an intent but curious look on his face. Tilting his head to one side he lifts the other brow up just a scant bit. His powerful form is slightly tensed, "What manner of being are you, umm, miss?" He regards her intently but with no judgment. "I mean no offense, but you have an alarming number of clothing items in you."

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn gasped and immediately melted into a puddle, the various cans and bits of junk dropping and scattering. "I-I'm just cleaning up the beach, I promise! I'm, uh, a-a metahuman! Beverly! Beverly Lynn!" The upper half of a head slowly materialized from the puddle, bashfully looking up at the young man before her.

Power Boy has posed:
"Do not be afraid of me. I mean you absolutely no harm. I promise." Power Boy lifts his left hand. "You are fine. I am not one to jump too many conclusions." He features turn thoughtful. "You are a meta human?"

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn sloooowly reformed herself, head slowly rising from the ground until nearly a full body formed, with just her ankles still congealed into a puddle. Without that junk in her, she's a lot slimmer, too. "Yeah! I, uh, I am! Sorry, you just...scared me." She cleared her throat--or tried to. Instead, the goop around her throat simply gurgled. "Um, who are you, exactly? I mean, you're...not with the police, are you? I mean, even if you -are-, I don't really...umm...Y-You're fine, is...all I'm saying."

Power Boy has posed:
"I am absolutely, positively, the last person you should worry about." He indicates the debris. " You eat it?" His right hand extends towards hers. " I am ... Power Boy." He gives a little sigh at that.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn 's eyes flit between the debris and the boy--the Power Boy--that just introduced himself. "Oh! Like Power Girl?" She giggled, then continued. "I, uh, don't really eat it, I just break junk down into it's basic elements, and...uh, properly dispose of it like any -decent- human being would, instead of leaving it lying -around-." She huffed, then took the offered hand. Hers is surprisingly solid, so long as he didn't squeeze. "Anyway, uh, nice to meet'cha."

Power Boy has posed:
"Yes. Kind of like her. But, no relation." He considers. "Running out of generic superlatives, you see." Power Boy tries out the joke. He dies not like it much, biting his bottom lip. "Litter can... be troublesome?" He asks, lamely. Power Boy seems unconcerned by her semisolid nature. "I am happy to meet you as well, Ms. Lynn."

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn giggled lightly at the joke, regardless. "Nice to meet you, too. I was just on my way to, uh...turn all this stuff in. Boss wants to actually see me dispose of stuff so he knows I did a good job," she said with the enthusiasm of a fourth grader showing a perfect test score to a parent. "So!" She quickly dissipates into a small wave, washing over the junk, before resolidifying herself around it, once again...well, fat. "Care to join?"

Power Boy has posed:
"Need a lift?" He counters. Power Boy watches her, byt unlike natives, well, he has seen stranger stuff than a civic-minded woman made of goop. "They cannot tell by the fact the beach and environs are cleaner?" His question is quiet, and a little thoughtful.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn blinked. "Lift? You wanna carry me?" She snickered. "Or do you mean, like...a car? Either way, it's not too far. Besides..." She patted at her stomach with a hand. "I could use the exercise, don't you agree?" she joked with a snicker. She started toward the street and took a right. "There's a -lot- of beaches around Metropolis, and he doesn't exactly have time to check them all. It's just easier, y'know?"

Power Boy has posed:
"Have you ever given him reason to mistrust you? Does he require his other employees show their pickups?" Power Boy follows after her, keeping pace. "I could have flown you. This is fine."

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn continued down the road. "Yes, actually. But, uh, most others in my...position...just use those little pokey sticks to collect trash on the side of the freeway. I can do a -lot- more, he just...wants to double-check. I'm kinda technically being paid under the table, too, so...I just gotta do what he says, you know?" She takes a left up ahead, away from the bridge. "Oh, and you didn't laugh at my joke. I'm almost offended..." A snicker escaped her lips.

Power Boy has posed:
"I am an alien. Sometimes Earth humor escapes me. I am sorry. Can you try me again?" the man pushes his hand through the pale spot in his hair. He lets the hand push through all his hair. "I should get a job. But no one wants to hire me. Not that I blame them." He says it with some resignation.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn sighed and recited her joke again. "I said, it's not far, so I'm fine with walking, and that I could use the exercise. Seez the joke is that I, uh, I'm made of slime or something--I should probably get that tested--and don't actually...like, benefit from exercise. You saw me without all the trash, that's what...adds on the pounds. Gallons? Whatever." She let out a huff. "Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You learn more about it, but it dies in the process." She continued down a few streets, keeping to the lefthand sidewalk. A few people are still out at night, and almost always give her an odd glance or two. Bev doesn't seem to notice, or care.

Power Boy has posed:
"You dissect dead things. You vivisect live things. If you are dissecting, it is already dead." Power Boy adds, "I recommend against being vivisected. It hurts." Power Boy must be fun at parties, eh? He considers. "Ah. As your biology is different there is nothing to exercise. Clever." He continues to keep pace.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn sighed heavily, shoulder slumped for a few seconds. "Riiiight. Well!" She perked back up. "Anyway, I'd rather not fly, anyway. Not that I'm afraid of heights, but...uh, if I start dripping while I'm flying, I'd...well, start to get smaller. Lose too much, and it'd be a -pain- to gather all that me up again." She paused at a crosswalk and looked both ways, before sliding across the street...and into a grate. She yelped as she slipped into the sewers, the larger foreign objects dislodging from her body. "Dammit, I keep doing that!" she shouts up.

Power Boy has posed:
Slime world problems. "You need more surface tension. You are viscous. Are you made of a mucus?" Power Boy seems not to appreciate how she might not like to be called snot. He bends over and casually bending the sewer grate. He leans into the sewers and offers her his hand. "May I help you?"

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn sighed and took the offered hand. While the larger stuff was stopped by the grate, the smaller stuff stayed with her, making her a bit chubby, with a pretty noticeable tummy on her amorphous form, but nothing someone with super strength couldn't handle. She tensed up as she was lifted up, as if willing herself to stay together--which may be what she intended to do. Once back on solid ground, she exhaled and glanced at the grate. "I, uh...keep forgetting about those sometimes..."

Power Boy has posed:
Power Boy bends the grate back in. "Is freezing painful?I could solidify you, partially, and carry you? What is your actual chemical composition?" Power Boy keeps right up with the questions and science.

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn blinked. "I'm...really not sure. I, uh, should probably get tested, like I said. I've never really been subjected to freezing temperatures before, sooo..." She shrugged, then looked down at her (relatively) thinner form. "Hey, the exercise worked!" she shouted, before giggling like an idiot. She quickly scooped up the rest of the junk left behind, plumping up again, before waddling onward.

Power Boy has posed:
"You really should. Winter is coming. This is a new development?" Power Boy points at her. "Have you been mutated into a partial slug? Or is this just a membrane over a small core? Do you see from your eyes, or from all ovet?" More questions yet!

Beverly Lynn has posed:
"Wellll...mostly new? A few years, I guess. One winter, I decided to just...head south. So I did. Went to Florida. Theeen people saw me, and, uh, I left. I tried again this last year, and...uh, made a few friends. I-I think. I see from my eyes, yes, but...I can kinda see from drops I leave behind, too. Well, not really 'see', but...uh, you knkw that Mind's Eye thing? Like, how you can picture things without -seeing- it by thinking? Like that, but...not...thinking?" She huffed. "And I've gone through different...water. Waters. Whatever. Like, I can wring myself out to be pretty small, then just absorb a pool of water and...just build back up, and it becomes goo. The way I see it, the water-goo-whatever isn't really me, but I -make- it into me. Make sense?"

Power Boy has posed:
"So you are a psychic entity animating a mucus-like biological substance?" Power Boy really seems to think she is snot. He nods. "I will see if Supergirl can help me help you. She knows people. Me taking you to Starlabs might be ... problematic."

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn shrugged. "Uhh...Sure, maybe. But, again, I can, like...make -more- at any time. It's not like there's a...a finite amount of whatever substance, you know? I can just melt and...get some more. Oh, and we're here." Before them was a few large industrial buildings, with roads that pass right through a security checkpoint. Bev just waved at them, and they opened the gate, plain and simple. "Oh, and, uh, he's with me. I'm just here to drop off."The guard inside just shrugged.

Power Boy has posed:
Power Boy follows after. "So. Does it hurt to lose mass?" Power Boy nods to the guard. "Or is it simply a medium?"

Beverly Lynn has posed:
Beverly Lynn shook her head. "No, I just...melt. Hold on a second." Bev takes a right from the main gates, where the road ends at a dump site. "Hey, Mr. Anand!" She waved over to a middle aged Indian man, who turned toward her and nodded back. Once inside the dumpsite, she melted back down into a puddle, shuffled away from the garbage, and reformed, back to her usual, thin self. The two spoke very briefly, before Bev waved and left. "Sorry, uh...where were we?"

Power Boy has posed:
Power Boy looks around. "Is this where I can find you, once I work out how to help you? At least get you some information?"

Beverly Lynn has posed:
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just ask Mr. Anand, he should know where I am." She nodded. "I, uh...should get going. There's a little club I like to go to later at night, eheh. It's, uh...you know, mostly mutants and metas and stuff. Sooo...I'll see you around?" She smiled to the man and waved.

Power Boy has posed:
The figure rises into the air. "You shall." Power Biy promises. He gives a little salute, and rockets away with a soft whump from a sonic boomlet.