3641/You Know How Ladies Are

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You Know How Ladies Are
Date of Scene: 13 January 2018
Location: R O O F , F O U R F R E E D O M S P L A Z A
Synopsis: Lar clears up a misunderstanding caused by Livewire with Johnny Storm.
Cast of Characters: Mon-El, Human Torch




Mon-El has posed:
    Lar Gand is soaring over Manhattan, honing in on the Four Freedoms Plaza after learning from the internet most likely that it was the Fantast Four's base of operations. He'd heard a fair bit about the group, and after seeing Livewire convince the Human Torch that he's some kind of racist hater in front of everyone, he feels he needs to find some way to amend this...misunderstanding. For the sake of reputation and for the sake of Invisible Kid's headaches lately.

    Circling around the towering plaza, he scans its contents, sifting through all its various different residents, employees, and whatever else may be inside in search of the Johnny.

Human Torch has posed:
Oh No, Johnny is never hard to find. He has a big jacket on and leaning against the wall on the roof. He is talking on a cellphone.

He is in a pretty casual conversation, sipping a Mai Tai.

Mon-El has posed:
    Oh, well that was easy enough! He's right there on the roof, so Lar doesn't have to accidentally break any windows. He lands in front of the Human Torch, trying to do so gently enough so as not to crack the concrete--although lately he has not been very good at the self-restraint thing so who knows how well that went.

    The Daxamite stands there for a moment, waiting for Johnny to get off the phone so as not to interrupt him. In the meantime though, he occupies himself with scanning the contents of the drink the man is holding. It seems to contain alcohol and some liquids that must be harvested from the fruit of a variety of different flora native to Earth.

Human Torch has posed:
"Ummm..Hold on," Johnny put his hand over the receiver of his phone.

"Did I schedule a party? The bar is right over there, help yourself, I'll be a minute," then turning back to his phone he says,

"Yeah, some dude just landed on the roof next to me. Is there a party tonight or something? I must've forgotten. Yeah...yeah..oh he can wait. I told him to go to the bar to get what he wants. Yeah, he just dropped out of the air...yeah..New York right? I know."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, I'mm not sure if there was supposed to be a party, but even if so that isn't why I'm here." Lar replies, shaking his head. His uniform looks tattered and he kind of smells scorched as if he'd been in a fire recently. Or...you know, hit by a massive photon cannon. Which is what actually happened.

    Then Johnny goes back to talking to whoever is on the phone, so he just sits down on the edge of the rooftop to wait patiently until the Torch is finished with the phone conversation.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm turns to him and rolls his eyes, "No party?" then he says into his phone. 'No. No Party, let me find out what this dude wants. OK...ok...Later."

Johnny presses the button on his phone to end the call and immediately starts walking towards the bar, "What do you drink man? Toooo bad there wasn't a party tonight. The J Storm throws some epic ones.

Johnny finishes his drink in a gulp then makes himself another but he is looking at the new guys the whole time.

He knows his way around the bar.

"So, what can I do for you?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar gets up and follows Johnny over to the bar. "I guess I just want you to listen for a few minutes while I explain to you that I'm totally not a racist hater who beats up women for fun." If it hadn't clicked before, maybe it will now--this is definitely the guy Livewire showed him earlier on her show when she claimed he was a misogynist.

    He sighs. "That woman with the lightning bolts--Livewire, I think she calls herself--was just trying to make me look bad because I was trying to stop her from terrorizing a shop in Bushwick and putting innocent people in danger. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved, but it's hard to just ignore that stuff when it's happening in front of your face."

Human Torch has posed:
"OOOOOOHHHHH, you're -that- guy!" Johnny chuckles.

"You know how ladies are, she of course didn't tell me -THAT-," he takes a sip from his drink and pauses, "She's a bad guy?"

He shakes his head and whispers to himself, "That's too bad."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Ugh, just--I don't know, just don't believe everything you hear without hearing the other side first." Lar points out. "Especially if you know everyone is watching. I tried to explain that on her show but she wouldn't let me even get a word in, she just started ranting on and on about...things I didn't understand. I mean, I knew what the words -meant-, but the context didn't make any sense to me."

    He looks somewhat incredulous at the 'ladies' comment. "What do you mean I know how ladies are, that's definitely not how most of the women I've met are!" Yeah, like Kara Zor-El, who's -amazing-.

    At the question, he shrugs. "Depends on what you mean by 'bad guy' more specifically. Certainly a criminal, for all that property damage she dealt that shop. Probably would've caused some injuries if no one had intervened. Yes, it is too bad. But maybe one day she will mend her ways."

Human Torch has posed:
"No dude, she's hot," Johnny quips then winks, "Come on..

"You."

"Know."

"How."

"They."

"Are."

Taking another sip, "What happened to your clothes," he gestures to the tatters. "I might have something that you can wear."

Mon-El has posed:
    Hot...? Lar looks confused for a moment, but then recalls that Drake told him it's another word for attractive. Ah, right. "I--guess so." he admits. "But what does that have to do with whether she will mend her ways or not?"

    He stares at Johnny as the Torch simply repeats the same ladies comment again only slower. "I'm...afraid I don't." he reiterates, still puzzled. "Maybe you're the one who hates women?" he asks teasingly.

    Then the question about his clothes. He looks down at them. Oh...right. These were designed to be more durable than street clothes, but still not quite as durable as -him-. "Oh, I got hit in the face with forward weapons. Some kind of high energy photon stream or other." He peers at the drinks Johnny keeps sipping. "Isn't ethanol toxic to humans? Why do you willingly poison yourselves? Oh, right--you're not really human right?"

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm leans on the bar, "Hot girl plus bad girl equals a bad mix my man. She likely won't mend her ways, that's why it's too bad. She could have been a date target," he shrugs.

"I was born human but after a trip to space everything chaaaannged,"

He fans his hands, "WOOwoooWOOwoo WOOOO",

"So now, it is metahuman but drinks aren't so bad it you don't do to much and are not in college doing keg stands. What, you don't want one?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "...."

    Lar just...stares blankly at Johnny for a while, trying to make sense of what he's saying. But, he just can't connect the dots fully.

    "So ummm... beautiful women don't change?" That's what he's gathered from the exchange.

    More staring the 'woowoo' thing, and the comments about drinks. "I--well, I guess I wouldn't mind, since I don't think it would have any effect on me. So what happened in space that changed everything?"

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm smiles, "Atta Boy," and he begins making another Mai Tai and a third one for himself.

"First, women sometimes...omit..certain details in stories. Like Livewire didn't tell me that you were trying to stop her from damaging things. She only said that you thought it was OK to hit women. See? They do that all the time."

"Second. My sister, my brother in law and the Rock Monster were up in space when we were hit by all of this radiation and it changed our lives."

Handing over the drink Johnny asks, "What about you, you can't be from here with a 'Front Array' blasting you and only thing that is hurting in your wardrobe. Maybe Pride?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "...what or who is 'Atta Boy'?"

    Lar nods slowly at the explanations. "Yeah, that's basically what happened." he sighs, rolling his eyes a little. "I'm glad we could clear that up. But maybe you could clear it up with everyone else too? That way, everyone at least has both sides of the story and can decide for themselves what they think is the truth."

    Eyebrows go up at the story. "Radiation? Wow, it's amazing you survived it, then."

    He tries to take the drink but the glass actually just kinda breaks into several pieces as soon as he tries to grasp it, spilling its contents onto the roof they're standing on. "I-I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to the yellow solar radiation." he sighs. "Yeah, no I'm from Daxam. Is Pride another planet in this sector?"

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm laughs, "No..no....did you hurt -YOUR- pride," Johnny reaches down and grabs one of the cups meant for The Thing, "And I got you covered. The big orange guy uses these cups," he begins to make a drink again, quickly this time.

"My sis' husband is this, like, really smart guy and he designed everything and ,you know, stuff. So he had our back," he takes another sip.

"Atta Boy is me encouraging your choice to have a drink. Like, good choice, or yeah man...you know."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, I see. I'm sorry, English isn't my first language." Lar chuckles as well. "No, not really. A blast like that would have incinerated any normal human." he notes. "It's not often I get to cut loose on something like that, I guess it's nice."

    "The big orange guy? Is that Ben Grimm? I think I met him once. His words were even harder to understand than yours. But um, don't worry about the drink. I know those are harder to break but I doubt it will actually help."

    "Anyway, thanks for listening. Inform the public for me? If you're willing. I think they're more likely to listen to you." He smiles. "You should come visit me on the Legion cruiser sometime."

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm nods, "Anytime. I'll pop it on my twitter and instagram and facebook and e-mail blast and text message blast and youtube channel," he smiles.

Popping a thumb into his chest, "I have over 50,000 followers," he polishes his nails on his chest.

"Hey, you should follow too, it will get you hip to all of the lingo."

He salutes.

Mon-El has posed:
    "..." Lar is again befuddled by the language. He will have to ask Drake about this particular usage of 'hip' later. But he just assumes that means he'll do as requested. "I--um, thank you, Johnny. And I will...follow you later if you want me to, but I don't know if I will follow you everywhere."

    He smiles and waves goodbye. "It was a pleasure meeting you!" With that, he takes off into the skies once more.