689/Resynchronized Perceptions

Resynchronized Perceptions
Date of Scene:	29 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Fist, Brainiac 5

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Iron Fist has posed:
Danny leans against a nearby worktable and watches the alien make himself at home. His expression is one of deep curiosity. Every now and then he moves just slightly to get a better view of things. Sidestep to the left; yep, he's tearing apart the computer. To the right; oh, that goes into his forehead. Then, a deeply unsettling feeling.

"What the hell," he mutters, watching Querl slump and crumble. A few brief moments pass while Danny looks around. When it's clear Querl isn't getting back up, he approaches the being and tries to physically rouse him.

Brainiac 5 has posed:
Querl is still, for a moment. Then he pushes himself up. "Did that work -- it worked." He says. "I may still be having exhaustion hallucinations, but that worked." He sits back in his chair, and puts his hand to his forehead. "Thank you." He says, pushing the device aside. He closes his eyes, and exhales a deep breath. "That worked."

Then he looks up, and says, "Your assistance is appreciated. I didn't have the ability to thank you properly, before. My name is Brainiac Five. And though you may not believe this, I am a refugee, of sorts, from one thousand years in the future. We traveled to another city. Where are we?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny steps away when it becomes clear that Brainiac Five will be something that passes as fine in his book. He finds a high, backless lab stool and sits on it, hearing the alien out. He doesn't have any reason not to believe the being, so he nods and introduces himself again. "I'm Danny Rand. You're n New York City." He rattles off the date and a couple other pieces of info to give him context.

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"Oh, yes. The New York district of Metropolis in my era." Then he shakes his head. "I'm very grateful. Forgive me for asking, but within the next few days, would it be possible for us to return to Metropolis? Other Legionnaires are likely to come looking for me there. If there are any to come looking." He's still visibly exhausted, but he watches, intently. "I see. Thank you." Then he sighs, his shoulders dipping. "It's been a very stressful week. A botched temporal jump - my time-bubble was destroyed and I had to rupture my temporal envelope to safely land in this era. The resulting time lag had my perceptions out of sync with the passage of time in this era. It was... hellish."

Iron Fist has posed:
What's been told of Brainiac Five's story is an incredible one, but Danny's own can be hard for people to hear, so he believes the alien and says, "Of course. We can go back tomorrow if you want. If you're feeling better."

A thought seems to pop into the C.E.O.'s head and he leans in closer with a furrowed brow. "So you time travelled? That's insane. I've heard of people doing that, but always thought it was just a legend." A beat passes as he considers what to say next. "Where your from," he begins. "Do you know of something called an Iron Fist?" No time wasted in trying to find out about his lineage.

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"No," Querl says, "But I knew someone who might. He'd studied under the greatest martial artists in the galaxy." Then Querl shakes his head, "I don't even know if he's still alive." He puts his hand on his temple, and then rests his elbow on the desk.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny looks ready to continue this line of inquiry, but when it becomes clear that Querl is still not at his best, he stops. Some things can wait. "You should get some rest," he tells the being. "My office has a really comfortable house, or my apartment isn't too far away." He hops off the stool and glances to strwen-together parts. "What is this thing exactly?"

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"It doesn't really have a name. Just a device to create a small chronal envelope which I could then synchronize correctly to this era's quantum foam background and resynchronize my perceptions correctly in four dimensions." There's a slow blink. "Easy, really." Then he nods. "I would appreciate that. Though eventually I would like to return to Metropolis, if you can assist me. Thank you, Mr. Rand. I won't forget your kindness."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny listens to Querl, looks at the machine, then lets out a brief chuckle. "Yeah, sure. Easy." He walks over to the being and says, "Stay at my place. There will be fewer questions there." He starts to make his way out of the lab, back to where they entered. "I'll have a car pick you up and take you wherever you want to go in the morning. And maybe you can tell me a few things about the future in the meantime. I'd be lying if I said I'm not interested."

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"Oh, it's a remarkable place." Querl says, "And I remember that a lot if important scientific discoveries are made by RandCorp over the next century..." He talks, still tired, but with a renewed animation, as he follows after Danny.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny looks surprised at first, then pleased, a smile crossing his face as he calls for the elevator. "Well, that's good news," he tells Querl, chuckling some more. "Just to know the company is still around at all." The elevator arrives to take them to the ground floor, where a short walk through the dark city streets will take them to a posh apartment building. There, another elevator will deposit them into Danny's penthouse.

Once there, Danny places a hand on Querl's shoulder and says, "Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"

Brainiac 5 has posed:
There is a pause, and then Querl says, "Silverale." And he thinks. "And sustenance. A tofu vindaloo. The food where I grew up was very bland, and I've grown fond of spicy dishes." He shakes his head. "And then, just a quiet, very dark, very silent place to sleep for the next two point three days."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny chukles and says, "I don't know what Silverale is, but I do keep something for guests in the fridge. And vindaloo I can get you. We have that at all hours." He opens the fridge and brings out a bottle of some other kind of ale he's been told is pretty good. He crosses the room, hands it to Querl, then walks off to make a quick call for delivery.

When he returns, he says, "You can take my bedroom, then. It has blackout curtains." From there, he seems to be at a loss for words. It's been a long night for the Iron Fist as well, it seems.