3873/Going Outside

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Going Outside
Date of Scene: 14 February 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Nuala Duvall, Slipstream




Nuala Duvall has posed:
    It's cool out, but not too cold. The internet's absence has driven many people out of their homes, and the park is busy. Nuala had come to do work, but did not expect to be distracted by people-watching. She has what looks like a tablet, which she is trying to focus on. She taps the image, bringing up an image of some sort of single celled organism, examining it as if she is monitoring vitals on it. She takes a deep breath, and looks up at the people walking past, standing in the park with her gray sweatshirt and baggy sweat pants. A silver metal band stripes her forehead, under her auburn/blonde hair. Strange fashion.

Slipstream has posed:
What is it like to go crazy? Drake most likely understands the feeling very well. After returning to Earth from being kidnapped by a time traveling villain and stuck in a prison of time that implanted alternate reality memories into his head, the young eSport champion has had it rough. But you take away his Internet and suddenly he is forced to deal with real life even more. It sucks. It sucks bad. He appears in a blur of speed in front of Nuala as his large bracelet glows on his left wrist, giving him a warning alert as he stares down at it for a moment, then reaches up to wipe the blood away from his nose.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala seemed to be drifting, and had just seen a lady with a baby. "Oh!" she wants to see it, but that's not her job. Maybe she can just go say hi. She started to raise her hand to say hello, when Drake suddenly fills her vision. "Xerquath Vunda!" she exclaims, jumping back, the tablet dropping to her from her hand and landing on the grass, image up. She leaps back into a fighting position, a fist pointed toward Drake.
    When she realizes that it is only a boy, she catches her breath a little, and relaxes, awkwardly removing her fighting stance. Her delay is just a little longer than feels natural, and she responds to him. "Hello," an awkward grimace on her face.

Slipstream has posed:
As the woman starts yelling something that sounds Polish at him and takes a fighting stance, Drake wheels his arms up defensively as he takes a quick step back as his body vibrates for a moment in a quick back and forth blur. "Woah! Don't hit me. Sorry, sorry. I'm new at this." His eyes glance over to the tablet for a moment, then back to her. "Wait .. Is the Internet back on?" He asks with a hopeful voice.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala looks uncertain how to respond for a moment. "Internet?" she asks, He follows his gaze down to the tablet on the ground. "Oh, yes, internet." She bends down to pick up the tablet. "I do not think it is being up. Everyone is still in complaints." Her accent is strange, difficult to place. "I just needed to do work." The moving image of the microscopic creature continues to wriggle. It must be a GUI, because there is no indication of Windows, Linux, or Mac OS on the device. "You move very fast, I was not ready."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah. I move fast sometimes against my will. It's a long story." Drake says as he eyes the tablet for a moment. "Where are you from by the way. Europe or something?" In New York, everyone seems to be from everywhere. "I don't know the language. I only know really bad Spanish and Daxamite which is an alien language and that's a long story too."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Yes, Euro-" she stops. "Did you say Daxamite?" she asks, as if she didn't hear correctly. She closes the application, and rapidly taps a few keys to bring up a news feed. Her eyes go wide. "Daxamite ship crash..." A news feed with an arial shot of the crashed ship from the news report. She's definitely accessing something. "This is you? You have a ship, yes? You look human. When does this happen?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. No. That's not me. I was kidnapped by Glorith who is a bad guy from the thirty-first century and she trapped me in a time bubble and created a fake reality in which I was married to a Daxamite and through her I learned the language. We also had a daughter together." That does not sound crazy at all. Really. "And after the Legion rescued me, the memories and everything else stayed with it. So .. Yeah. I'm human .. totally not married to a super powerful woman." He says as his shoulders drop into a shrug. "But at least I can put bilingual on my resume."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "It sounds very romantic," Nuala offers. "These things happen, yes? Maybe you can meet her one day, and you will be married in this reality." She seems to be unphased by the story. "You will probably have to move away from Earth, Daxamites are not supposed to come to Earth," she looks at the ship suspiciously. They does not usually like other races, so be careful when you go to find your wife."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. I know her very well. She is one of my best friends. Whether or not we will be married is up to fate. So, you are definitely not from Europe. What planet are you from?" Drake asks casually as he flops down on to the bench. "My best friend is Daxamite and my other best friend is Kryptonian. I've gotten used to hanging out with aliens."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala freezes, "I am human," she answers, truthfully, but unconfidently. "I was born on Earth. Why does everyone ask me this?" She tucks her lips in her mouth for a moment. "I know there is a few kryptonians on Earth, I did not know there was a Daxamite. How do you know them? Are you a superhero?" She does not sit down, but instead just stands, looking uncomfortable in her own skin.

Slipstream has posed:
"You yelled at me in a language that is sorta kinda resembles Daxy but not really. So, I figured you were an alien too." Drake says with a chuckle. "Me? A superhero?" He ponders for a moment and shakes his head. "No. I'm just a guy with weird alien super powers but I am not a hero. I am a world champion Overwatch player though. New York Static team captain. I'm on a few billboards around the city. But I know them because of luck. They saved my life and I just happened to strike up a friendship with them."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Oh, that was Xandarian," she says. "I..." She sags her shoulders. "I used to work in space, so it is good to know some languages. I do not speak Daxy." She goes to sit down on the bench, less carelessly than Drake did. "You are a sportsman?" she asks. "I do not know Overwatch, is it like Football? It is good that you have friends who will save you."

Slipstream has posed:
"No, it's a video game. Professional gamer. I'm not athletic enough to play real sports." Drake admits. "You worked in space? Like for NASA or something? That's really cool. I got to fly around space in a little cruiser with my buddy Lar. It was pretty fun and terrifying at the same time." He flashes her a grin along his face.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala's apprehension turns to appreciation. "Yes, like NASA," she acknowledges. "I miss working in space," she says. "It is nice to visit Earth, but I do not know if I would want to live here forever. It is very strange for me. Where did you go with your buddy Lar?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Not sure. We just raced each other around the big space ship that the Legion of Superheroes have. It's kinda their base or something. It was really crazy." Drake glances down at the glowing space bracelet on his wrist. "Looks like my body is all together again. I have to reset my jumps every so often or my body rips itself apart due to the whole time prison thing."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "They let you fly one of their spacecraft?" Nuala asks with a bright smile. "You must be very skilled. Spacecraft can be very complicated. You must have had a great deal of fun, yes? It sounds like you has a hard time with your time prison? I am not familiar with that."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. It's pretty easy. Lar showed me the basics. Just a steering wheel mostly to guide the ship. Buttons to slow down and go faster." Drake says with a bob. "It was just a magic prison she created. It was a room full of glowing crystals and each one has memories that would implant into my head if I touched them. It was crazy. The trap wasn't even meant for me. I just was unlucky."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala nods, "I am glad you were able to escape it," she offers. "I hope it did not ruin your taste for space adventure. Perhaps one day you will be able to go visit another world, thought it will be hard to get permissive for that I am sure."
    "For me, seeing the way people act on earth is very much an adventure, I have not been here in a long time. Many things are... different from what I am normal feeling."

Slipstream has posed:
"Maybe one day. Most of my space adventures are in video games. I kinda like being on Earth. Less chance of me imploding in space due to a bad suit or getting a space disease." Drake laughs, mostly to himself in amusement. "So, you are back on Earth now. What about family?"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala chuckles. "More diseases on Earth than space, I think," she says. At the question on family she hesitates, eyes looking at an indistinct location. "I do not sure about them," she answers, looking back at Drake. "I do not know them, it may be strange for them, and hard to tell in a way they would understand. How do you tell strange family you are in space on normal times?"

Slipstream has posed:
"I don't know. My mom ran out on me and left me to an abusive father who beat the shit out of me for ten years until I ran away. I'm not good on family advice." Drake stretches his body out. "I was homeless for a few years living with school friends until I got lucky with the gaming thing."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala tucks her lips inside her mouth again. "I am sad to hear that. My close family, they died when I was very small. I have not knowing any family since then, I was too small to know how to find them, yes? My dad, he is not blood dad, see? But family I think can be who you say then. Family is close, not blood." She nods definitively. "You should say to your Daxamite girl. You are family now, yes? Tell her if you like her." She smiles affirmatively. "My manner is bad, I have not said my name. I am Nuala Duvall." She offers... a high five instead of a handshake.

Slipstream has posed:
"My Daxamite girl." Drake chuckles to himself. "I don't know if she ever will be. Maybe one day. I'm not trying to stress about it anymore. My therapist says I need to focus on today and not tomorrow. Besides, I'm now dating a Green Lantern." He grins as he says it out loud as if the idea is still unusual for him. High fiving her back, he says, "Drake Winters. But my friends online call me Dynamite. I go by either."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Oh, dynamite is..." Nuala taps the silver band across her forehead, like she's trying to place the word. "Explosion yes? You are a exploding person? You need a Green Lantern then, she will help you if you explode. Green Lanterns are very strong." She seems to not realize the potential innuendo she made, completely oblivious. "You know many people who are in space very often. That is not usual on Earth."

Slipstream has posed:
"I don't explode in real life. Just in the video game." Drake laughs as he leans back. "Yeah. I saved her life in a fire once and then she became a Lantern. From there, we just started going out. She's pretty cool." He pulls a knee up against his chest. "I have been really lucky in how I've met my friends. Maybe one day I will use my powers to be a hero. But until then, I am just being a normal guy."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "You saved her from a fire? That is a hero!" Nuala scoots a little too far inside the personal bubble as she talks. "You save her, and you are a hero, you see! She must be very proud of you, yes?" Nuala's excitement seems a little disproportionate to the conversation. "I see the videos, Earth has much sadness, people are selfish here. You save her from a fire, you are not selfish." She stands up. "Everyone should know, this man is a hero!" She says it with enough volume a few passing strangers glance in the direction of the pair. "Be proud!"

Slipstream has posed:
Slumping down at her enthusiasm, Drake waves a hand at her. "It was really nothing. Anyone would have done it." He chuckles with flushed cheeks. "But I don't know. Heroes get killed sometimes for taking risks and I don't see myself trying to fight super bad guys or anything. I just want to be normal."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala laughs, still a little louder than might be normal. "You are a hero," she reasserts. "Normal is good, too, but you can only be what you are." She shrugs. "Me? I must find parasites, and record them, see? It is not exciting, but it is me." She looks down at the tablet in her hand. "Talking about, I must do this. I am glad to meet you Drake Dynamite Winters," she says. "I hope that you have a life filled with smiles."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah. I hope you do too. If you ever want to hang out again, just look for me online when we get the Net back up and running. Hit me up." Standing up, he looks down at his wrist and smiles. "See you later." There is a pop in the air and he is gone in a ripple of motion.