3390/Hanging Around Harlem

Hanging Around Harlem
Date of Scene:	16 December 2017
Location:	Harlem, New York City
Synopsis:	Drake gets to meet more of Lar's friends.
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Mon-El, Invisible Kid, Kaelyn Silverleaf

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Slipstream has posed:
So, what's a guy like Drake doing in a neighborhood like this? As a lanky white kid, he sticks out like a sore thumb in these streets. He has his phone out, talking to it with a bit of nervous energy about him as he palms the wide screen. "Okay, top dono of the day. You got me out here. I'm not sure why you guys wanted to see Harlem, chat. It's not like I'm going to run into what's his face .. uh ..." He reads the screen for a moment. "Power Man? What kinda dumb name is that?" He asks as he takes a look around, holding the phone upwards. "I hear that they are rebuilding this place up. Lot of people are super pissed about it too."

Mon-El has posed:
    After speaking with Drake, Lar had set about doing the first thing that had been suggested as something normal Terrans his age do around here. Looking for a job. Right, a job. So he'd gone and offered himself up to whatever business would take him, and ended up at some shoddy breakfast bar place in Harlem.

    Sure, that was -such- a great idea, given how he knows absoultely -nothing- about Earth food. Or restaurant etiquette, or anything like that at all. Oh, and he's lost count now of how many dishes he's broken, despite the fact that he's only been there for a day. Not even that. Maybe half a day. It's a wonder he hasn't been fired yet. The manager doesn't look happy when he leaves for the day, but maybe he's decided to give the new guy at least a proper chance.

    As for Drake, he does indeed stick out like a sore thumb. It's late, and suddenly a group of black guys as big as NFL players start to surround him as he's walking along. The way they're dressed...they don't look like good news at all. But really, Drake's some skinny white kid walking around by himself at night--he was kind of asking for it. "Hey kid," one of them asks. "Where d'ya think you're goin so fast huh?" They start to block his path.

Slipstream has posed:
"Chat, keep it clean. This is a family stream." Drake mutters as he reads the lines of chats as he walks down the sidewalk with his eyes glued to the glowing rectangle. "No, I'm not going to go looking for 'Power Man' because I have no clue what he even looks like. That and I'm sure he doesn't want to .." Pausing as he hears the voice, he glances upwards at the large men before him, then nervously clears his throat. "... Uh ... was going to take some pictures of the Apollo Theater.." He trails off for a moment. He gives another glance down at chat, who is now spamming all types of emotes, and things that range from ridicule to offensive. He furrows his brows and clears his throat. "So .. ah .. have a nice night, guys." He says with a quick smile as he starts to adjust himself to walk around them, putting the street on his left.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh you're not goin' anywhere yet white boy." One of them grabs him and tries to pin him against a building. "Betcha he's rich eh?" he smirks at his friends. "Now, how 'bout you hand over what you got, and we won't beat your face into this wall here," Their fists clench. They definitely have the physical superiority over him...

Slipstream has posed:
As he gets slammed by the wall, Drake lets out a loud 'mmf' as he feels the wind knocked from him for a moment. "Uh ... I'm ..definitely not rich ... I have a bus pass on me .. and um.. like ... twenty dollars for groceries .. " His eyes widen as he stares up at the men. "Come on guys, this feels like high school all over again and that was only two years ago from me. Can you take my twenty and at least leave my bus pass so I can get home?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh yeah?" They laugh. "What 'bout -this-?" The one who had grabbed him first snatches his phone. "Worth a pretty penny I'm sure!" They are about to take his wallet as well when suddenly there's a WHOOSH and Lar is there. He lets fly with a single punch that sends the man who was talking just now flying into a fence behind the building they were pinning Drake against. There's a sickening CRACK and he slumps down against it, motionless...

    And that's enough. The rest of them stare at Lar for a few seconds, then curse and run off as fast as their feet will carry them. Once they're gone, the Daxamite scans the unconscious man briefly--then plucks Drake's phone off of the ground where he'd dropped it. "Here, I think this was yours."

Slipstream has posed:
".. Say Hi to fifty thousand people dude who now has seen your face .." Drake stammers out as his phone is taken away from him. "And .. everyone knows all I gotta do is say the password and it kills itself ..." The whoosh of air causes his hair to fly back, then looks shocked as Lar sends the man flying into the distance. "Holy shit!" He pushes off the wall and starts running for the man with concern in his eyes, despite the fact he was just assaulted by him. "Is he dead? Oh my god ... I hope he's not dead .. my phone was recording everything." He kneels down to check the man's pulse with his fingers against his neck, then straightens up to take his phone back. He turns his chat off without even a word to them.

Mon-El has posed:
    Yes, there is a pulse--he's not dead! "That's not necessary, I already checked his internals. A few fractured bones, lots of bruises, some cuts." Lar replies with a nod. "But nothing he will not recover from with time. I...tried." He smiles, also looking somewhat relieved--he had been worried himself that he might have caused some permanent damage. "I'm sure the authorities will find him soon, but if it makes you feel better you can call them."

Slipstream has posed:
"Pretty sure with enough people to make up a small city, they've been called, and it's not like I can just .. run from the scene .. " Drake says with a loud sigh, then starts to pat the man down to find some identification on him. ".. Thanks for .. coming to my rescue. You didn't have to hit him though. You could have just .. I don't know." He shifts his phone out and dials 911, sighing as he holds it up to his ear. He begins to speak into the phone, explaining what happened, though he leaves out details of Lar's name. ".. Yah. I think one of the Avengers or .. I dunno, one of those types swooped down and saved my life. They had to uh ... take off ... you know ... for another crime ... I think .. Uh huh. Yeah .. he was ... uh... I didn't get a good look at him. Maybe green spandex?" He pauses. "Uh huh.. thanks ..."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, that's true! I didn't mean to get you into trouble! Come on." Lar grabs Drake by the arm and suddenly they're in the air above the city, the wind whipping hard against their bodies. And then just like that, they're standing on the roof of some skyscraper from which all of Harlem can be seen.

    A sigh escapes the Daxamite. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit him that hard." Well, what else is new. "But I was afraid he'd hurt you if I didn't act immediately." It's cold up here, but at least it's quiet and the police certainly won't find them there, either.

Slipstream has posed:
"Wait, I mean, it's okaaa-oh-my-God!" Drake cries out as he is flung upwards into the sky with the grip of the man holding on to him. He clenches his eyes shut until he is put down then takes in a deep breath. He takes a peek down, then shuffles back away from the edge of the room, clinging to the other man's arm tightly. "Holy shit dude, we're so fucking high up. Oh my god... I'm gonna throw up." He wheezes out, his body shivering from the cold air at this altitude. He's practically in the clouds and the snow in the air hasn't made New York any pleasant.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar facepalms. Right...the temperature up here isn't very agreeable to humans. Sigh. Why does every solution he tries just create other problems? Scanning the rooftop he quickly locates a trapdoor with stairs below it. And it's not locked, so he doesn't have to do any more property damage. Yay!

    "Over here, we can go inside." he motions over toward it, opening the door for his friend to enter first. "I...I'm sorry again, I'm still getting used to this planet."

Slipstream has posed:
"It's okay ... really ... don't worry about it." Drake appears to be on repeat when it comes to his friend's apologies. He peeks down the trapdoor, then climbs down the ladder carefully as he shines his phone's light down into the dark. "I don't even know where we're at."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar flips on the lights. It just looks like the hallway of some office building, with big windows looking out over the city and a few pieces of furniture along the wall. But it is very empty right now, given the late hour of the night. "I didn't want you to get in trouble with the police." He sighs. "...but every time I try to fix one thing I just seem to create other problems."

Slipstream has posed:
"It's fine, really. You're new at this and I won't get in trouble. Everyone saw them attack me and I don't think anyone saw you with how fast it went." Drake says with a chuckle as he gives him a bump of his shoulder. He steps over to a window to look out it, then scans the streets. "Oh, I know where we're at now. Cool. Shit this is so freaking high. Rich people, right?" He grins at him.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I believe it's some sort of office complex." Lar replies. "If those rows upon rows of desks and workstations throughout each floor of this structure are any sort of evidence." He shakes his head, laughing a little. "I tried looking for a job, like you said. I found one at a restaurant, but it doesn't seem to be working out very well. I keep breaking the dishes and getting all the preps wrong. And they keep using words I do not know." he pauses. "Maybe you can show me around a bit?"

Slipstream has posed:
"You got a job?" Drake cracks a grin at him. "What's the name of the resturant? What do they have you do? Cleaning up after tables? Dude, you're pretty hot, I bet I could get you a job being a model or something. All you do is stand around with your shirt off and get pictures taken of you."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Um...'Bob's Breaks'." Lar answers the question of the restaurant's name. He nods. "Yes, cleaning the tables, preparing the food, mostly. Only I don't think they used anything I actually made. Like I said they kept using words and names I didn't know and contexts that didn't make sense to me. But no one had any time to answer my questions, so..." he shrugs. "I just made things up, mostly. When the containers holding the ingredients didn't break, anyway."

    He arches a brow at the model suggestion. "Hot? Uh...well not really I think the interior of this building is pretty temperate. But I guess that depends on what you're comparing it to. What does that have to do with pictures being taken?"

    "...you keep using that word, 'dude'. What does it mean?"

Slipstream has posed:
There is a laugh from Drake. "Maybe you should get a job in which you can use some skills you are familiar with. Construction? Where you lift heavy stuff up and carry it about. But I was saying you are very good looking. Handsome. Uh .. desirable to the eyes, you know? Models are good looking people who get pictures taken of them for magazines or commercials." His lips twitch upwards. "Dude just means something like bro. It's like a placeholder for your name. You're my dude. My buddy. My friend. My homie. Dude is universal when talking to a guy."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh." Lar nods at the definition of 'dude'. "I see, well I'm glad you consider me a friend! My dude. You are my dude, too."
    "...Despite all the trouble I've caused you." he adds, a sheepish look creeping onto his face.

    "Well, thank you." he responds to the compliment about his looks. But he sighs at the description of the model profession. "Oh, right...yes I remember now, we did have people like that back home. As a matter of fact I did that at home a lot. It was pretty boring, actually. I didn't really enjoy it much. I always felt as if I should have been spending my time doing something more useful or productive. Changing things. But..." another sigh. "I never did. I wish I had, though."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah man, you're my friend. You saved my life back there from an assbeating. Not a lot of people would do that these days, always looking out for themselves. Why don't you become a superhero or something?" Drake asks curiously. "Talk to the super teams and show off your powers. They can train you to be better so you don't hurt someone or bust up property." He takes out his phone and taps the screen on, then hums to himself. "The Fantastic Four has public information since they're kinda a known superhero team. Maybe you can talk to Reed Richards? I know him, sorta. I got to go to his headquarters one day for an event and we talked a bit about gaming technology. I could introduce you?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Well..." Lar again looks kind of abashed. "I--uh..." he rubs his head. "You see, I think I am one already. Or was. My teammates in the Legion said I saved the entire universe on several occasions. And that there are statues of me on my home planet. According to their archives, I also created the galactic federation known as the United Planets and single-handedly defeated entire armies of hostile alien races..." Yeah, it's a lot to live up to isn't it? "But something happened and I don't remember any of it any more. So--needless to say, I'm in no shape to do any real 'heroing'."

Slipstream has posed:
"Comic book lore would say you'd need a pretty strong telepath to go into your head and kinda fix your memories so that you have them back. Dude, if you've saved the universe and shit, that's just.. crazy. I'm super jealous man. The only thing I do of any credibility is play for Team USA for the Overwatch World Cup." Drake scuffs his foot against the ground. "I never heard of the Legion but I also suck when it comes to knowing who is who in the cape world. But if you got a team, why are you worrying about jobs and being normal? Why not focus on getting your memories back or ... I dunno .. saving the world?" He says as he rubs his shoulder.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Like I said, I'm in no shape to do any 'heroing'." Lar reiterates, sighing and sitting down on one of the couches in the hallway. "You've already seen how terrible I am at doing even the simplest things. My teammates suggested I lie low and blend in until we can figure out a solution to the amnesia, so that's what I've been trying to do, but that's hard when I know virtually nothing about this planet's various customs." He runs a hand through his hair.

    "Anyway, that's why I was hoping you could show me around a bit. Teach me some of the culture, so that can learn to not be as painfully obvious when I need to blend in." He smiles and pats Drake when the other man admits he's jealous. "Nah, don't be. Everyone has a place in this world. Just because you can't fly around or shoot lasers out of your eyes doesn't mean you aren't important or can't do great things. I'm sure you've already done great things, in the eyes of the people who care for you. Maybe even your uh, fans."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah man, I got no problem showing you around and stuff. I just think you shouldn't over think it too much honestly. Just be yourself. Casual." Drake leans in and bumps his shoulder gently against his. "Trust me. Playing video games is not a path to doing great things or anything important. People only like me because I perform well, but it's a lot of pressure as well. You get a few bad games and everyone rips you online. You're only on top as long as you're hot. I can be easily forgotten tomorrow."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Who ever said your gaming career is the only thing that could matter?" Lar smiles again. "You've just got to believe in yourself."

    He stands up and starts toward an elevator. "Thanks, I would really appreciate it if you would help me in that way." He hails Lyle Norg using the flight ring, remembering that it was actually a communicator too! "In fact, I'll call Lyle and we can hit the town. He's one of my teammates. I think you'll like him."

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, I'm trying to get through college so I can do web design. You know, for when my Overwatch career ends." Drake says as he gives a stretch of his body, following after him. "Lyle? That's cool. What is he like?"

Invisible Kid has posed:
    First, there's a pinprick of light, star-bright.  It rapidly expands into a person-sized oval, two-dimensional -- ever played Portal?  Of course you have.  Like that.  Except mainly white, not blue or orange.
    And then someone steps through it, and it's gone.  He's a young man, a little on the shortish side, in a black bodysuit with a white 'i' on it.  "Lar?"  He looks a little worried... but Lyle's been given a couple reasons to worry about Lar already.  "Tell me you haven't been talking in to any microphones again..."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Web design? What kind of webs will you design?" Lar asks sincerely. Yes, he really doesn't know. But Drake probably already guessed that. The elevator chimes and he smirks at the question about Lyle. "What is he like? Why don't I let him speak for himself?" He turns to greet his teammate, chuckling. "No, not this time thankfully." he answers his friend. "Lyle, this is my new um, 'dude.' Drake."

Slipstream has posed:
"Web design is like .. making websites. Remember when you were googling earlier? I'd make the websites. With code. It's pretty fun." Drake chuckles to him. "They teach classes for it." As the light appears before them, he takes a few steps back quickly in surprise, then squints at him. "Oh. Hey Lyle. Sweet teleport you had going there." He says cooly as he regains his composure.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle sighs in genuine relief at Lar, then eyes Drake... well, a little warily.  That's his job.  Not unfriendly, just appraisingly, like he's taking everything in and running a set of calculations on it.
    Then he offers his hand, with a genuine smile.  "It does the job," he says.  "Drake, was it?  Nice to meet you.  How did you get tangled up with Lar here?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar enters the elevator when the doors open and signals it to return to the ground floor. Surprisingly, without breaking it. "'Googling'?" Now that description just confuses him even further. "I was 'googling'? Is that another word for...something?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Remember when we were using my computer at my place and you said Hey Dynamite, and it searched for you? That's Googling." Drake grins at him. "It's a term used to search the Internet for information." He steps out of the elevator into the lobby as he takes a look around. "Yeah, I'm Drake. Nice to meet you too." He reaches out and takes his hand for a shake once it's offered. "And, we kinda just bumped into each other really. He caught one of my games at the local LAN and we just got to talking and kept in touch the last few days."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle nods, and then grins at Lar.  "I never knew you were a gamer, Lar," he says with a chuckle. "Brainy, Dirk and Jan, sure."
    He pauses as he steps out of the elevator with the others, and looks around.  "Where are we, by the way?  I just locked on your position, I didn't bother digging up local details..."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, so it's another word for searching or surfing? I see. That's a weird synonym." Lar remarks. "Oh we ran into each other at Grand Central Station, if I recall. I um...squirted a beverage on you by accident." he says, looking a little sheepish. "Well, anyway. You know the places to be on this planet better than I do Drake, so lead the way!" He gestures toward the street as they exit.

Slipstream has posed:
"Hey Lyle. He's trying to learn how to be normal. Sorta. I guess." Drake says as he chuckles as he heads out the door. "Um... looks like we're in a place called the Omega corp." He says as he turns to face the building and look up at the neon words. "Just a bunch of offices upstairs." Digging into his pocket and taking out his phone, he glances down at the screen. "Well, I guess the first thing is maybe getting something to eat at a resturant so that you can see how other workers are there? Since you have a job now and you're kinda messing it up."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle can't help but laugh.  "Better thee than me," he says, "I've never had a normal day in my entire life."
    Two things give him pause.  "I suppose I could do with some food, but I should probably go back to the cruiser and change into something more, uh, non-descript than my uniform."
    The second thing gives him even more pause, and he eyes Lar closely.  "Uh, 'job'?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Well yeah, you said I should lie low for a while until we find a solution to the amnesia problem. But I don't know how to do that, given I know nothing about this planet's culture and traditions. So I asked Drake to help me out with that. He said that a lot of people here around my age are looking for a job." Lar explains. "So that's what I did. I found one, but uh..." he rubs the back of his neck. "Ahem...it's not working out too well. I keep breaking things. And getting everything wrong. Because they keep using words and names I don't know."

    He nods when Drake suggests getting food. "Sure, we could do that. You could go change if you want to Lyle."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I think showing up in a super hero costume would be kinda weird for a lot of the locals. You'll get a lot of pictures taken of you and you'll probably end up on the Internet." Drake chuckles as he swivels his hips to pop a few joints. "What kinda food are super heroes into? I'm down for a burger honestly."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
And here wanders a sight to say the least, it's a tall redhead, wearing lots of bangly jewelry, neclaces and a leather backpack with a kind of steam punk-ish victorian styled leather outfit. Hanging out on her shoulder is a well, it's a raven... She also has a tiny what appears to be dragon that looks not quite living, least what with its gemstone eyes and all, yet it moves like it's alive... The tall redhead pauses as she sees the gathering and makes her way closer to them. As she gets close, she makes a show of trying to make sure she's not got any green jemstones on her, as she smirks in Mon'El's direction. Yup, she'll get her little dig in, though maybe not verbally. "Ahh, okie, no green jewelry. Hallo!"

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "I'm good with almost anything," Lyle says, pulling an electronic device out of one of his pouches and tapping away at it rapidly.  That star-bright pinprick appears and expands again, and Lyle steps through, and it closes up behind him.
    It really is only a matter of a couple minutes before that portal re-appears and Lyle hops out, looking... well, acceptably normal.  He's a superhero, not a fashion consultant.  And hopefully, the flashy redhead has distracted attention from Lyle's dis- and re-appearance.  "Another friend, Lar?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Uh..." Lar laughs nervously. "Yeah, whatever a burger is, I am down for it too. I'm sure it's good." He starts to follow Drake, wherever the human might lead them.

    Then Kae shows up. "Oh, yeah--" he again looks somewhat abashed. "This is--this is Kaelyn. I met her...earlier. Kaelyn, this is my friend Drake, and my teammate Lyle. Heheh...oh you don't have to worry about the green jewelry. It didn't have anything to do with...that. You solved the problem when you got rid of Glorith's magic, so--thank you for that. Long overdue, and sorry about that."

Slipstream has posed:
"She looks familiar." Drake huhs to himself as he rubs the back of his neck. "Not sure where from where though." He tilts his head at Lar curiously at the mention of green jewelry. As they talk about magic and the such, he shifts his jaw to one side. then lifts a hand. "Hey Kaelyn. I'm Drake. Um.. I'm boring.. and is that a real dragon on your shoulder? Like a Pern dragon? What were those things called... the tiny ones... um... shit, I only read half a book.."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae smirks a bit, then Poe, the raven, speaks up, his accent a prim, pithy English one... "Oh don't worry, Our Texan witch loves to...." He glances at Kae with those beedy eyes... "Dig, is what you call it?" Kae nods "At folks..." Kae then umms "oh yah, this is my Familiar Poe, he decided to come out on my wanderings today..." She says, and motions to the little maniac resting on her backpack with his head on her shoulder. "This is Fanhuil... " The little creature on queue lifts its head and chirps at Kae first then notices the other folks and perks right up, warbling at the other people (kind of like how toothless does).

Kae smiles and shrugs at Mon-El "Glad pulling the spell on you apart helped... I'm still, for good measure, looking at other ways to help with your lead problem... Might can maybe come up with a kind of ward that will screen issues when you're going into a situation you know you'll be exposed to lead."

Kae smiles at Drake "Fire lizard, and yes we've met, I'm the owner of that store you and your budy went into, where we had folks trying out transformation scrolls to use as costumes..." she says and ummms "I was the big dragon lady."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle freezes, and looks between Lar and Kaelyn at mention of Glorith, and he's rapidly all business.  "Glorith?  You were with Lar when he encountered her, Kaelyn?  What happened?  Where did she go?  What... grife.  I'm sorry.  Our team has something of a history with her."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Don't worry about it, Kae. You've done more than enough. The Legion has the situation under control now, thanks to you." Lar assures the young witch. He smiles at Poe, too. "Hey there Poe, good to see you again."

    He shakes his head at Lyle's question. "No, she wasn't, but she removed Glorith's spells that lingered after the encounter." he sighs. "It was why I...tried to rob the museum. She did something to make the current dose of XY-4 I had in my system last only a fraction of the time it's supposed to. So when I saw that we didn't have any more kryptonite stock left I kind of panicked. Thankfully Kaelyn was able to repair most of the damage I caused pretty quickly."

    The group makes its way into a cafe across the street from Omega. It certainly has plenty of burger options, as Drake had suggested. And not too crowded, either.

Slipstream has posed:
As he listens to the trio talk, Drake just hums to himself, pretending that he is following but they may as well be speaking Chinese around him. "Oh. Huh." He mutters here and there, then reaches out to open the door to the cafe and slips in with them. He rubs his hands together, blowing on them to get some warmth into his fingers.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae glances to Drake, smiles a bit and offers him a little red sphere... "Put that in your hands and blow on it." She says and winks cheerfully, before wandering on inside the place... "Sooo.... Burgers huh?" She looks to Mon-El, and hmms.. "You should get the big one-pounder burger with mushrooms and pepperjack and swiss.." she suggests to Mon-El... "It's also good with the grilled onions and peppers."she adds and smiles cheerfully, then glance sto Invisible Kid and nods "Didn't run into this sorceress of yours, just fixed the damage she caused... And the buildings Mon'El knocked down... That was a lot of casting done there..."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Buildings he knocked down," Lyle repeats hoarsely.  "*Robbed* a *museum*?"  He just stops in place, staring -- and remembering how Lar had asked about visiting a few museums with him.  How long has he been under Glorith's influence?  He's rooted in place long enough that he has to jog to catch up.  "You have *got* to keep me updated on your adventures, Lar," he says with a little bit of a grumble.
    The scent of burgers and fries arrests Lyle's attention and forestalls any further lecturing.  "Ooo.  That smells good."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, I'm sorry Drake." Lar says apologetically when it's clear the man has no idea what they're talking about. "Didn't mean to leave you out of the conversation. Glorith is a powerful sorceress of some kind who um...is apparently obsessed with marrying me. She showed up some time ago, and started attacking people and demanding I go with her or else she wouldn't stop hurting people. Apparently she also put a spell on me that made the serum I depend on less effective."

    Oh, yeah he hasn't told Drake about that part, either has he? "...right. I'm fatally allergic to lead. All Daxamites are. Even a little bit kills us. I have to keep taking a drug I guess, of sorts, so that I don't die since it's kind of everywhere on this planet. So, when Glorith's magic affected the dose I was using at the time, I panicked because I saw that we didn't have everything we needed to prepare an additional dose."

    He glances up at the menu and takes Kae's suggestion. "Okay then. A one-pounder burger with...all those things you just said it is." he says with a grin.

    Then he turns to Lyle, sighing. "I mean, I -did-, for the most part! I just--I didn't want to burden you any further after the whole Livewire fiasco. You already looked so...distraught."

Slipstream has posed:
Taking the red orb from Kaelyn, Drake looks dubious at it for a moment before he rubs his palms along it. "Wait, some powerful chick wants to marry you? Is she at least hot? I mean .. if she's hot ... I don't see it being a big deal .. I wish hot girls would become obsessed with me, but you know .. uh ... they don't.. because.. I play video games and can't fly or knock over buildings." He looks up at the menu, then back to the cashier with a grin. "Number three with fries. Mayo. No onions, no pickles. Cook it medium. Light salt on the fries. Strawberry shake." He slides his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a card and handing it over. "I got these guys also. Whatever they want."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae glances to Drake curiously and grins "Blow on the orb it'll not just warm your hands but the rest of you too.." She says with a grin. Kae orders her self a half pound burger, two orders of curly fries, one large one small, and a meat paddy... She then motions to the bird and the dragon "Don't worry about them, they're a bit more han pets, and the Bird.." Poe then interjects "ahem, Raven!!" Kae sighs "Raven, is quite sentient..." The bird then 'scoffs'.. "I am more than that, I am a veritable genius!" Kae then sighs and nods "Yes, Genius... Birdbrain..." She says with a smirk,

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Uh.  Hamburger, lettuce, tomato, mustard," Lyle says, rapidly making sense of his surroundings.  "Fries.  Iced tea."  He tries to make himself relax, but some part of him is always on duty, no matter what: "Kaelyn, if we have the chance later, I'd like to talk about what you encountered.  Glorith is seriously bad news.  And unfortunately, may also be our only ticket home."  He grins in a friendly way.  "But not now.  Grife, I feel like I've been on duty for two months without a break."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Yeah, she is beautiful, but I wouldn't want to be with someone who threatens others to get her way!" Lar insists. "She'd probably treat me the same way don't you think?" he sighs. "So human women do not like men who play video games? Why not? I'm sure they do things for fun, too."

    He orders the thing Kae suggested, and sits down at an empty table, looking pensive. "Hm, I could introduce you to my niece, Laurel sometime. Maybe she would like you. I don't think she'd mind the games. Not that I know her all that well. I mean, I guess I -should-, but I don't remember."

    The Daxamite pats Lyle on the shoulder as gently as he can. "See, that's why I didn't want to tell you absolutely everything, especially since Kaelyn here fixed most of the damage up quickly. I thought it would've just been...unnecessary stress." He frowns slightly. "Although, Glorith did get away last time--I'm kind of worried she will show up again. She seemed pretty...determined."

Slipstream has posed:
Rolling the orb about in his palms, Drake peers down at it, then gives a blow across the surface. Shivering at the feeling of warmth spreading around his body, he lets out a surprised noise. "Huh. That's neat." He says with a smile, then looks over at Lar. "Maybe she is just feeling an itch and you're the only one who can scratch it." He winks. "But, yeah, I guess dating a super villain wouldn't be very good PR. But, uh -- no ... girls aren't really into guys like me who sit in front of a computer for twelve hours a day clicking buttons and staring at a screen. Right Kaelyn? You into guys like me?"

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae peers at Drake "Guess so, I'm a mage, so kinda go for the brainy types anyway."Kae says and smiles slightly "Might talk to some of the girls working in my shop now and then, they love video games, I do to, to a point... Also, I bet, we have the single most unique gaming system you've ever seen... How bout a magiteched up system that can play any video game, regardless of interface or operating system." she says to Drake and then adds "Oh and it will do VR too.. Even hardlight... but we don't do the hardlight too much, it messes too much stuff up." She adds, then tilts her head at Drake... "Though, as far as the whole 12 hours a day in front of a video game and all, ya might think about finding other hobbies too..." she suggests and smirks a bit before looking to the Invisible Kid, then the Daxamite... "Ummm dunno iff i ca reverse whatever it is that brought you here, but active spells I can handle..."

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Necessary stress, unnecessary stress... I'm not sure there's a difference," Lyle says with a chuckle.  "Just... make sure I know when things like that happen.  Or call me," he adds, holding up the hand on which he wears his flight ring.
    He regards Kaelyn curiously.  "I don't know either, but it might be something worth pursuing.  Unfortunately, magic is *not* my area.  So far as I know, it wasn't magic that sent us to this time.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Ha, reputation would be the least of my worries in that. I'm pretty sure she'd be a terrible wife," Lar says with a resolute nod. "If she threatened innocent people, she'd definitely threaten me, and I wouldn't want to live with someone who treats anyone like -that-." he chuckles. "Even though you said otherwise, I can tell you want a girlfriend, Drake. You keep talking about it. But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Laurel lots of good things about you before you get to meet her." he winks. "Or--yeah, maybe one of the girls at Kaelyn's shop? They seemed nice, too."

    The food arrives at their table then, and he starts to eat the burger Kaelyn suggested he order by plucking at the top piece of bread with a fork. "Thanks for paying for the meal, by the way." he says, nodding toward Drake.

    He laughs a little at Lyle's comment. "Okay, okay. Well it will help that I know the ring is a communicator now, at least."

Slipstream has posed:
"Woah. That does sound pretty freaking awesome. I'd love to check it out sometime." Drake says with a grin to Kaelyn, giving a run of his hand through the mop of dark hair upon his head. "And I only do twelve hours a day because it's my job. I'm under contract for my Overwatch team so I play with my team for about eight hours a day, then I do a four hour stream afterwards for my fans and to rank up." Sheepishly, he grins to Lars. "I don't need a girlfriend. It'd be nice, but I'm not holding my breath you know what I mean? But uh ... is Laurel cute?" He asks, perking up a bit. "You mentioend her before I believe, but I feel like I should give Kaelyn here a chance to ask me out first." He says with a joking tone. Taking his tray of food and settling down with them, he digs into his burger, chomping around it. "No problem." He says after he swallows. "I get a monthly credit to use for food and shit and I always come way under."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae looks to Drake again curiously as she finally does get her burger.. Kae sits near the others, and carefully sets the plane paddy onna plate to the side and then well, the little dragon on her shoulder hops off, and plomps in the plate, scooping up the paddy that looks rather huge next to the small-cat-sized dragon... Kae then motions to the small fries, who the Raven begins munching on, before the woman chews on her own mushroom and swiss burger...

"Up to you andall, but you'd probably have fun playing on the system with my apprentice or either of my journemen I employ... When they're not working of course." she says and winks playfully before she looks to Mon'El now curiously. Next she glances to Lyle now... She then shrugs "Well If it wasn't magic, I still might be able to help, but if ya think hard, maybe the time stream kinda wants you guys here for now? Maybe, just maybe you'll get sent back when it's ready for you?

Invisible Kid has posed:
    "Maybe," Lyle answers Kaelyn non-commitally.  "I don't believe in fate and destiny.  Just in managing whatever situation we find ourselves in.  And wow, have we found ourselves in some situations."  He takes a bite out of his burger and chews on it thoughtfully.  "We'll make the best of it one way or another.  At least we can still be useful in this era."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar chuckles at Drake's comment about giving Kae a chance. "All right then. But you see, I was at least somewhat right about girls. It seems some of them -do- enjoy the same things you do."

    Watching the others, he sees that he is definitely eating this burger the wrong way and tries to mimic what they're doing. Except when he picks it up, the meat and other stuff just kind of falls out onto the plate. Laughing, he puts the bread down. "You know what? I'll just give this to someone else. We should probably head back to the cruiser anyway."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae smirks at Lyle "Fate isn't umm, just a force." she says simply and she then nods to Mon-el.. "You take care, have fun, and don't go chasing green stones. If you think you're affected by this sorceress, stop by the shop, I'll help ya.." She says and grins just a bit... She then looks to Lyle "Anyhowthere are sentients who help manipulate the flow of time and all, in this universe and in other planes... I wouldn't worry so hard about going back right now ..." She adds, winks and then well she her familiar, and her little dragon are simply gone, along with their food. Of course, this being a burger joint everything is paid for before receiving the food.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Lyle shakes his head in amusement.  "I won't argue the idea that this era needs us," he says with a chuckle, bundling up the litter remaining after his meal.  "Of course, so does our own.  Tell you what, Lar," he adds suddenly, turning a grin to his teammate, "if we ever get time travel well and truly fixed, the first thing I'm looking for is an era that doesn't need superheroes to save it every five minutes."
    He pulls his omnicom out of a pocket and orders the slipgate back home.  "And after ten minutes, I'll abandon that time forever because I'll be so unspeakably *bored*.  C'mon, let's go home."