4941/Catching Up

Catching Up
Date of Scene:	22 July 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Drake and Lar finally catch up after not speaking to each other for weeks. They're all good still.
Cast of Characters:	Mon-El, Slipstream

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Mon-El has posed:
    Lar has been considering the prospect of getting an apartment in New York somewhere, just to make it easier to befriend humans perhaps? So he has been flying around the Village today, looking into empty properties and homes using his enhanced vision. Although lately he keeps thinking about his conversation with Selene earlier and all the...frustrations he's had relationship-wise in general. Sighhh. He really has made a mess of things. Even managed to tick off Kara the other day.

Slipstream has posed:
Guess who is not having relationship issues with people? This guy. Why? Because Drake freaking Winters is a rockstar. Actually, he's pretty much the same as he ever is. Though now he has a little bit more superhero street cred. The Young Avenger known as SlipStream is heading down the street in a new Avenger's bomber jacket with a couple of patches sewed on to it. His arm is in a sling and there is a rather large bandage on the left side of his neck. It seems that he is power walking in an attempt to burn off steam. A few people call out his name, at least his code name, causing him to lift his free hand and wave.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar quickly recognizes Drake down below, and suddenly feels his heart sink. Oh--right. There was -that- too. Ugh, it's that feeling again. The 'I can't seem to do anything right' feeling. Although, he is glad that Drake seems to be getting along quite well--the jacket and even the injuries are evidence that he's started to make a difference in the world and use his powers for good. He descends a little bit, considering whether he should approach or not, but remembers that his friend had been pretty angry with him the last time they'd spoken and he hasn't heard from him since...

Slipstream has posed:
On his backpack is Snowball, who is strapped in and making salutation noises to the people as well. She is just as famous as her traveling companion of course. It seems that she spies the other hero first, and a high pitched 'Laaarrrrrrr' is heard, followed by an u.u expression on her face. Drake pauses and glances over his shoulder, then takes a look about as he spies him. He lifts a hand upwards and waves with a smile.

Mon-El has posed:
    When Drake sees him, Lar feels some relief wash over him. So he isn't mad any more...maybe? Hopefully? He returns the smile and lands nearby. "So I hear that you're an Avenger now? That's really great. Hope it's been...rewarding for you."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, you know. Taking out space fungus thingies. Fighting ninjas. I'm sure to get promoted to fighting Thanos soon enough." Drake says as he gives him a grin. "What's up with you? How come you're flying about the area here? You on to something?" He ask as he looks about.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I heard about those um, mushroom things." Lar chuckles. "Just when I thought I'd seen it all, right?" he shakes his head.

    "I'm glad you're making progress." he says with a nod. "As for what's up with me..well, you know. The usual." A sort of dismissive hand wave. "I was thinking about maybe getting a residence planetside here. Just to make things easier, I guess." he shrugs.

Slipstream has posed:
"You're thinking of .. what, getting an apartment or something?" Drake looks about for a moment. "Well, uh .. you even got money to pay for it?" He asks curiously as he lifts his brows upwards curiously to him. "I found out that I get an Avenger salary and free room and board at the HQ. I'm still sorta splitting time between there and my apartment with the team. I'm sorta torn between giving up Overwatch. Think it's hard to be committed to the team when the Avengers may need me for a mission and I don't wanna be a distraction to the guys."

Mon-El has posed:
    "No, I'm planning on stealing one." Lar replies with a wink, smirking. "Joking. Well that's great! I think you should do whatever you feel most passionate about. I'm sure your friends will understand."

Slipstream has posed:
"No, they won't. We're champions. They wanna stay champions." Drake laughs as he shrugs his good shoulder upwards. "So how do you really plan on paying for the apartment? I remember you trying to get a job last time and you were freaking out because you kept breaking everything."

Mon-El has posed:
    "The Legion is recognized by this planet's authorities as a vigilante group not unlike your Avengers or the Fantastic Four, just as it is on many other planets in the galaxy. So, plenty of sponsors both private and public, most of them affiliated with outer space exploration or security...I think." Lar says, frowning. "I don't do much handling of accounts, or finances or anything, to be honest." he admits.

    He arches a brow at the comment about his team. "They may not be happy with it, but they will have to live with whatever you decide."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I know, and if I leave.. you know .. kinda best player in the world ... the team will be shit and missing a huge hole in their team mechanics. I'd be screwing them of their dreams as well. Sorta is a suck situation. Also Captain America says I have to donate my stream earnings to charity now because people come there to see an Avenger." Drake grumps a bit. "I made three hundred thousand in one night and I had to give it all up. Gave it to an animal shelter. So, what else is going on?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "I guess that's true. But at least you are trying to be considerate of them. Well it's up to you, ultimately. I trust that either way, you will do what's best for you and for both of your teams." Lar says, smiling.

    Then Drake asks what else is going on in the Daxamite's life. "I...um...nothing else really." he says, gazing off to the side for a minute. In other words, nothing he wants to talk about right now.

Slipstream has posed:
"Wow, you still suck as a liar, even with your memories back. You can't talk to your best friend now about stuff?" Drake asks with a smirk along his face as he rocks a bit on his feet for a moment. "What's going on? Everything okay?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar laughs and shakes his head. "I know, I know..." But hey, Kal is terrible at lying too. Well as in he just -doesn't-. Must be a paragon thing. The truth is, he just really didn't want to bring up the sore subject of Kara.

    "It's just, sometimes I feel as if no matter what I say, I always somehow manage to frustrate everyone around me. I wish I had a better relationship with my family too, but I also wish they would stop being so possessive and vindictive..." Then another long exhale. "...and, for a while, I was afraid I'd lost you too."

Slipstream has posed:
"Why would you be afraid you lost me for? You can always just pick up the phone and call me, or fly at super speeds and come track me down. It's not like you don't all these supernatural means to find me pretty easily." Drake says as he shifts his injured shoulder a bit, wincing. "Ow. Stupid dumb body. Stupid ninjas." He grumps. "I wish I had a better situation with my family too, except you know .. my mom bailed and my dad beat me. So.. they can suck a big D."

Mon-El has posed:
    "I..." Lar stammers. "I don't know, I thought you were mad at me, the way you walked out last time, I thought maybe you--maybe you didn't want to see me any more because you'd determined I was a coward for--" he sighs again. "you know." Leaving Kara. And of course, he still misses her a lot. But he doesn't want to say that in front of Drake now, because he just knows what his friend will say.

    Then a look of concern crosses his face at the wince. "Are you okay?" he peers at the wound with his x-ray vision to check for any further internal damage.

    "I'm...sorry about your parents. Mine were almost the opposite...constantly trying to make me 'happy' in all kinds of twisted ways. Like dragging girls away from their families and force them to offer themselves to me if I so much as looked at them." he shakes his head.

Slipstream has posed:
There is a roll of Drake's eyes. "Dude, you saved my life and your crazy ex gave me super powers. I'm kinda in a life-debt situation thingy with you. You're my best friend. Just cuz' I got cheesed off because you're a rockhead at times doesn't mean I'm gonna bail on you. I was over it practically in an hour." Drake says as he wrinkles his nose. The x-ray shows his elbow to be shattered, and there's a healing wound beneath his bandage. "And I'm fine. Just a thing, you know? I got jumped by The Foot clan. Some kinda ninja thingy that is all in the mystic black arts or whatever. They're real a-holes."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar's eyes widen at the crazy ex comment. "What! Excuse me, Glorith is NOT my ex in any way, shape or form! I -never- consented to her...advances!" he groans, facepalming. "Ugh, never say that again." Then he laughs, pulling his hand away from his face finally. "Well that's a relief. And to think I was brooding over it for so long. Stupid."

Slipstream has posed:
"I dunno, man. You had to have had gave her /something/ for her to be so love stuck on you." Drake teases him. "She see you naked in the public bath or something and got sprung?" He leans over and reties his shoes a bit tighter. "And if you brooded over it for so long, why didn't you man up and come talk to me?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Sprung? No, I did not spring anything on her." Lar shakes his head, obviously not knowing that particular slang. "And she did not see me naked. At least not -this- version of me. I--" he shakes his head. "She was in love with me even before I ever...um..." He was about to say 'was in love with her' but then tells himself he was never actually in love with the -real- Glorith. Just the 'starry-eyed-damsel-in-distress' fake Glorith.

    Anyway, he doesn't finish that thought. Instead, he just huffs a bit and continues on a different line. "She just--wanted to control me, that's all! Because my people are among the most powerful in the galaxy. She wanted a lapdog who could throw anyone who crossed her into a star, and who could get people who worship power to worship her." Which...is not -entirely- true. But he just leaves it at that.

    Then the million dollar question of why he didn't just try to talk to Drake himself. "Well because...because I thought you were upset with me! I thought you wouldn't want to see me or anything, because you thought I was a coward. I figured if that wasn't true, then you would contact me to let me know that, and since you didn't I just assumed..."

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, yeah, but she was kinda hot, dude. If anything, you coulda controlled here and still got with her. Ya'know what I mean?" Drake waggles his brows a bit. "Maybe she just needed to be tamed or something. Like a wild horse." Oy. He's such a mouthy dork at times. "But, you shoulda hit me up. If you were really that concerned, you shoulda tracked me down. I can't just call you on your spaceship. Pretty sure the signal doesn't get that far. But, it's not a biggie. I've been busy anyways fighting ninjas and mushrooms." He takes in a deep breath. "My girlfriend decided to take off from Earth and go fight bad guys in space. So we sorta called it quits there. Single dude now. Tell Laurel. I'm totally ready now."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Would you have married a girl who tried to kill you and kill your friends too?" Lar asks incredulously, a brow rising. "Doubt it. Actually, I think she actually -did- kill me. But good thing time-space anomalies happened so it wasn't the only me. But yeah, you get the idea. There are plenty of women out there who are beautiful like her and -not- crazy." he rolls his eyes.

    "And you think I'm not just as busy as you, Drake?" he asks. Hey, he's got the vigilante life too. "I'm pretty sure I did give you a way to contact me on the cruiser. But whatever, I guess it's in the past, now."

Slipstream has posed:
"I dunno, man. If she was like ... /really/ hot and I figured maybe there's a chance I could change her mind about a few things, /maybe/ I'd give it a shot?" Drake gives a wide grin to his friend. "So, you aren't dating anyone now then? There's not a thousand girls throwing themselves at you?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar just stares at Drake. "And -that's- where you and I are vastly different, in that case." he says, shaking his head and laughing. "I doubt she will ever change, though."

    At the question of whether he is dating anyone now, he shakes his head again. "Nope, and nope, girls don't throw themselves at me any more, which I'm glad of. I didn't grow up on Earth, so they are probably either afraid of me or just think I'm strange. Because really, I am. Very strange."

Slipstream has posed:
"I dunno, I think you're good looking enough to pull hot babes. I think the issue is you don't know how to talk to girls." Drake laughs as he folds his arms over his chest.

Mon-El has posed:
    "You're right, I probably don't. Even after I got my memories back, I'm still from another planet, and still spent a good part of my life a thousand years in the future and in space. Also spent a thousand years in the Phantom Zone. That place tends to mess with your head." Lar replies.

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, girls like compliments, flowers, candy and a nice guy. Unless you're picking up a girl from the biker bar. Then they like a more of a bad boy." Drake says confidently with a nod of his head. "But, whatever. Maybe you and I can go looking for dates or something. I can be your wingman."

Mon-El has posed:
    "I'm guess a biker bar is a bar where people who like to bike go." Lar speculates, then shrugs. "Yeah, maybe." he replies to the suggestion of looking for dates. "I don't know, I have a lot of things I need to...re-evaluate. After the--whole thing with Kara." he sighs. "But I'll let you know what I decide either way."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, a biker bar is where tough assholes go to get drunk and listen to rock music and get into fist fights. I was thinking for you maybe a dance club." Drake laughs. "Something easy where you can put on nice clothes and some cheap cologne." He gives a look down the street.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Ha! Fist fights, that sounds like -such- a great idea." Lar says wryly. "No one could possibly get hurt at all." Not. "I know what happened -last- time I got into a fist fight at a bar." Yeah, that time.

Slipstream has posed:
"I wouldn't get hurt. I'm too fast." Drake laughs as he tips a wink to him. "Hell, I'm beating up ninjas now. Drunk bikers wouldn't be a problem." He says as he zips left to right real fast in a blur, throwing out a few fake punches towards Lar.

Mon-El has posed:
    "No, I didn't mean you or I, I meant -them-." Lar chuckles as he watches Drake zip back and forth. He's glad his friend has learned to master his new abilities. "Last time that happened, I put some humans through the front windows. I didn't remember what yellow solar radiation did to me, and I didn't know why they were so angry." he recalls. "That bar had to shut down for a while, too."