3537/Big Bright Beacon to SpaceBaddies

Big Bright Beacon to SpaceBaddies
Date of Scene:	01 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Power Boy, Oracle

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Power Boy has posed:
    A dazzling, but very quiet spatial distortion sets off every alarm in the entire clock tower as it's the end of the world as she knows it! Flashing lights, a phone alarm. Everything. Oh, It's just Power Boy.!

    Thank goodness.

    "What the hell are you doing in here?" He actually thunders. "Shut that blasted thing off before every alien with an eyeball pointed this way starts peeking. Hellfire and damnation, Barbara! Are you trying to get killed. This thing is loud!" He points at the computer. In his other hand, glowing an evil, pulsing red and black is his Father box. It just radiates malevolence. Slung on his back is a heavy backpack with a couple of wrapped items in it. "Turn it off."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara wasn't //doing// anything that she knows of! She's sitting at her computer, running nothing more than a data search, minding her own business when all hell breaks loose in the Clocktower! She tumbles out of her chair in a lithe move designed to get her low, crouched at the ready on the balls of her feet, and armed at the same time, a flick of her wrist extending the batarang's wings before her brain even catches //up// that the threat is not physical.

And then she blinks at the young man standing in her loft. Several times, in fact. And slowly straightens up. "Have you //lost// your //mind//?" she demands in a low voice. A flick of her wrist behind her back snaps the batarang back into nothing more than a disc, but it's probably already too late.

She moves instantly to the keyboards, shutting down the alarms as fast as her fingers can go, the message flashing across her screens "TESTING THE ALARMS, DO NOT DESCEND ON THE AERIE! Sorry! Didn't expect it to be quite that big! Gotta reboot to correct one of the broadcast programs. Offline for a few minutes! RR, I'm //fine//!" Because with that kind of alarm, it'll bring //all// of them! In a massive hurry!

Then, just because Power Boy //did// come blazing in like the house was on //fire//, she goes ahead and shuts down her whole array. Finally, she turns to him with her hands on her hips, giving him her best representation of The Glare.

Power Boy has posed:
    "You are a terrifying little monkey." He's pissed. His body language radiates pure anger. "You want to make yourself a target to every other being in the universe. You are running code that contains my language. Are you trying to get Parademons in your loft. Words have Power, Barbara Gordon!" What?

    "You are a clever, quick, bright primate, but there are beings on that world that predate the birth of your star, let alone your planet, life on it, or your clever little monkey species. So stop your glaring at me, and realize that maybe, just maybe you might be mucking around with things your little monkey mind cannot monkey process." He is really pushing that monkey word. He is pushing her buttons. He steps over towards her, and presses his bag to her as he walks to the computer. "Open these. Merry Christmas. i would miss you if you were to be killed. You are my favorite monkey." He gives her a tiny smile. A tiny one. He's admitting he pushed at her buttons. "But if being called monkey a dozen times makes you think before you run alien language code on your machine..."

    THe Father Box. It whispers. "Monkey."

    "Open your presents, let's fix this."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara eyes him. "There is //nothing// in this code that should be broadcasting anything," she objects. Except, of course, that perhaps she doesn't know the Apokalyptian nuances as well as she knows Kryptonian for purposes of computer code. She warily looks at the evil that is the Father Box.

Taking the bag he presses to her chest, she tells him, "It's good that you're my favorite arrogant alien right now, or I'd be forced to pop you in the nose for continually calling me a monkey," she informs him with a .... well, //sort of// amused smile. "Kal checked the Kryptonian I wanted to use. So what exactly is the Aerie doing?"

Power Boy has posed:
    "Code? hardly." He pulls on the latch. "Open your presents. They are cogent to the conversation."

    Monkey-Girl. I can make you a goddess. Listen to me. I will teach you everything. Just ask him for me.

    He doesn't seem to hear the box.

    "The gifts are first, a drive. Memory space, with a dedicated processor slaved to it to run it. It's a power hug, but you can store your entire database on it, and if you ever need to bail..." She'd have her data. It's red and glowy, and insultingly small. Like the size of her thumb. He's just showing off. The other item has a vaguely warmer purple glow. "That item. will block Apokoliptian language from being detectable. Our language is ancient. It is powerful. You are... unwise to include it in your code. Words have power, your mystics say. Some of them do." He gives he a little look. "Are you certain you are invisible from technology older than your planet, or do you want to alert my people to your presence?"

    He gives her a pointed look. "Punch me all you want. It will toughen your fist for when the furies come to collect you, Barbara Gordon. I am not sure I can rescue you from that." He gestures at the glowing box in his hand. "I can teleport across the universe, with my little box. Remember that." He winks at her. He kinda does it wrong. He needs to work on that.

Oracle has posed:
She's not sure exactly why she's hearing what she thinks she's hearing, but ... well, she's got her weaknesses. And it's offering itself. And that's exactly why she says "No thanks." Not to Power Boy but to the box itself, her eyes wary on it.

Looking back up at the boy, she is curious and starts pulling presents out of the bag. "oooh!" Because oh WAY cool. She examines them and then looks up at him. "So the few bits I used to scramble the Kryptonian made it visible to... the higher tech levels we haven't gotten to yet?" She definitely looks alarmed at that. "I don't want anyone alerted to the presence of Earth. We have enough trouble!"

She can't help but be amused at his attempt to wink, though, rolling her eyes at him. "I didn't realize Apokalyptian had magical undertones. Shit." That changes things dramatically, for certain.

Power Boy has posed:
    "I am very fond of you, Barbara. You are my favorite human being. You are smart. You are brave. You are daring. You are everything wonderful about your species." He slants her a little look. "But, you also are a little too quick to do something clever without reconsidering the ramifications." He tries not to be patronizing, especially after saying monkey like that.

    "If we are talking about racial stereotypes I am far too prone to hierarchical thinking, I am inured to horrors, and I think I, even as an escape slave of uncertain parentage am superior to most species I encounter." He gives her a sheepish look. "I'll own it, Barbara." He points at her. "Put the purple on there. The other one there. Then start it up. It should work." He steps back. He'll open her computer, but he will not tinker with it.

Oracle has posed:
Blowing out a breath, Barbara has to own those criticisms. He's right. She sets about putting the pieces where he indicates. "So what does the purple one do exactly? Because there are other people that I'm protecting with this programming."

Her hands keep moving quickly, but she glances at him. "And thank you. I'm sorry I scared you. I'll be more careful with using the Apokalyptian language for anything. Anything human-based can't even begin to comprehend what's in place in this encryption code. But... there are a number of alien species who are probably far smarter than I am. I //don't// want their attention."

Power Boy has posed:
    "I am not sure that we are smarter. I think we like to think we are. It is more that my brain is capable of thinking faster. I might have more processing ability. Maybe. You are very smart. It that what intellect I have, is just a little more, maybe, and that it works faster. Do not think you are not smart. Just realize that my brain, and the brain of most of those you mean? It is moving far faster. With proper planning, you can prevail."

    He pauses. he can almost be seen to think. "That." he points at his Father Box, which 'feels' sullen. Is what happens when you make a computer that uses my language. It was trying to become self-aware, and like a child calling for help, it would have brought help." He gives her a look. "That, is basically an interrupter, it will prevent nascent attempts at awareness, and prevent the computer from reaching for the Source."

    Power Boy gives her a little look. "Please do not go using my native language in any more projects?" He gives her a pleading look.

Oracle has posed:
Oh JESUS! He can see the horror in Barbara's face. "I can pull the Apokalyptian language markers. That's fine -- it's just a matter of replacing them with one of the others. If you don't mind, though, I'll keep the interrupter in place, even then. The other languages I know well enough to work with. But you're right... if Apokalyptian does THAT?? No, it's better not to use it." She's very alarmed.

Power Boy has posed:
    "Now you know why I came running in, yes Barbara Gordon?" Power Boy spares her a warm smile. "Will you forgive me for setting off your alarms now? I should have also got that interrupter to you sooner than I did. You mentioned encoding things with alien languages. I am late delivering your gifts to you. Please, forgive me for both things?"

Oracle has posed:
"No need for forgiveness... I'm the one who jumped the gun," Barbara laughs. "I'm actually really grateful you did come haring in here like your underpants were on fire. That could have gotten really ugly!" The redhead is absolutely sincere in that -- protecting her people is the core of //everything// she does. And it makes her feel sick that she would put them in danger like that.

Power Boy has posed:
    "Hah. Underpants." He shakes his head. Well, there is that image? He pushes a hand through his hair. "Now then." he starts to put things back, sliding the computer back into position. 'Is there anything else I can do for you this moment?" He clicks the power back on.

Oracle has posed:
Barbara shakes her head. "I didn't know I needed you to do something at all," she laughs. And then she says, "Thank you. For looking out for me. It means a lot. Is there anything I can do for you?"