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Mon-El	Lar is searching for a particular human today, the one called Drake he met at Grand Central Station earlier. Why? Because Drake is the only person he has met so far who is by all appearances, 'normal'. Normal as in not an alien or mutant or metahuman or other unusual being, and with everything that's been going on lately, the rest of Legion has determined that it would be best for Lar to lie low for a bit and try to blend in.     So that's what the Daxamite has set out to do. And since no one else he knows would really be able to tell him what 'normal' people on Earth his age do, the first step is to find Drake and ask him for help. Finding shouldn't be a problem, right? Not with hearing that can detect a paramecium swimming and vision that can see red blood cells flowing through veins. Oh and being able to fly, that helps too. Not that flying is exactly low-key. But this is part of working on getting there, so it doesn't count.
Drake Winters	Flying is definitely helpful if one was to swing past the top windows of the high rises. It's not a secret that this is where the legendary eSports team, The New York Static, dwells. Near the window is Drake in front of his computer, fingers punching away at the keys on his light up keyboard with a large set of headphones upon his ears to block out any sound and to focus on the high octane gameplay in front of him. His mouse whips left to right on the glowing pad beneath him that helps guide his movements to perfect accuracy. His room is covered in a number of posters along the walls of various games, characters and movies. Clothing are on the ground and his bed is unmade. There is a green screen behind his chair and a large camera set up on the desk in front of him as he speaks to his chat.
Mon-El	Lar remembers Drake mentioning that he was part of a digital sports team of some kind and that he lived with them. Scanning the residences below, it's not long before he spots the familiar young man sitting in his apartment playing those games he'd mentioned. Yes, that must be be him!     Swooping down out of the sky, he approaching the high rise apartment and stops in front of a window. He -tries- to tap on it -lightly- to get Drake's attention, hoping that it won't damage the glass. Unfortunately, he doesn't manage this, and cracks spider out from the point of impact until they fill the whole pane. Oops.
Drake Winters	Glancing over at his second monitor at times, Drake blinks his eyes as it seems that his chat can see the floating man behind him tapping on the window. The chat of about fifty thousand people goes berserk, spamming emotes and telling him to turn around. He gives a glance over his shoulder, then double takes as he peels the headset off his ears. "Holy shit. My window! Dude.. what are you doing? You could have used the front door!" He glances to the game, then back to the window, having one of those moments of conflict. "Aw, fuck..." He mutters as he gets cold, then heads to the window quickly to open it as it slides to the left.
Mon-El	"I'm sorry, I'm terribly sorry!" Lar apologizes profusely when Drake lets him in through the open but now broken window. "Yes, you're right, I should have used the door." he admits, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I've had a lot on my mind lately." He glances at the computer where Drake had been streaming. "Oh, I interrupted something important didn't I?" he sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm terrible at this."
Drake Winters	"It's okay. I'll say a bird hit the window." Drake says as he heads back to the computer. "Shut up, chat. We're going with the bird story. This is my buddy, Lar." He flops down into the seat again, hanging the headphones about his neck. "Chat, say Hi and be nice." The chat is soon filled with a spam of emotes and various responses, some ranging from: Super hero???!!?!? BOYFRIEND?! OMG MUTIE??? His eyes scan along the screen for a moment before he rolls his eyes upwards. "Chat is a bit stupid sometimes. Anyways, what's up man?" He says as he reaches over to mute his mic, then taps the AFK screen on his touch pad to shift the stream into idle mode.
Mon-El	Lar looks looks relieved but also somewhat surprised. "So, you're not angry?" He watches the chat feed, and waves when he is introduced. "Um, hello." he says tentatively, since apparently Drake is talking to a friends (or friends?) or something on the comms. He's not sure what 'mutie' means. "Chat? Is that a friend of yours? What's 'mutie'? Are those the people you play Overwatch with?"
Drake Winters	"Nope. These are people that are paying to watch me play Overwatch. Chat is just a general term for the chatroom." Drake says as he gives a stretch of his body, then taps the off-stream button on his deck to turn the stream off. He hangs his headphones up on a small peg that sticks out of his desk, then peels off his shirt to reveal his lean frame as he plods over to his closet to find a different shirt than his jersey. "Mutie just means mutant. Super human. But no, I'm not angry. It was an accident and you're like super strong, right? No biggie, we'll just get a new window on there by tomorrow."
Mon-El	Lar nods. "Oh, I see." Right, of course that made sense. Duh. He's picked English up pretty quickly, but it's still not his native tongue.     "Uhm, yeah you could say that." He replies to the question about being super strong. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything important..." he glances over at the computer again momentarily. "But you're the only person I've met so far who isn't unusual in some way, so I was hoping you might be able to--uh...tell me what normal people my age do on this planet?"
Drake Winters	"Nah, you didn't interrupt anything important. You're asking /me/ what being normal is like?" Drake laughs as he flops down on the edge of his bed. "Man, I dunno. I play video games for twelve hours a day for a job, then I go to sleep after barely eating anything past a hot pocket and a few rounds of Red Bulls." He leans backwards on the bed, tucking his arms under his head. "I guess normal people your age is looking for a job, having sex, drinking booze, putzing about on their phones and updating their social media. Um.. finding an activity or a hobby they like and dedicating some time to it. Though someone like /you/ probably would put on spandex and go punch bad guys in the face."
Mon-El	"Well," Lar chuckles, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a shrug. "You're the most normal person I know, everyone else is like me. It's just, I keep...causing problems. For myself and my friends. My team thinks it would help if I could at least blend in a little bit more than I have been."     He listens to the list Drakes rattles off. "Okay, I got looking for a job, and sex. Not sure what the rest of it means. And what are Red Bulls and hot pockets? I mean, I know what bulls and pockets are, but I can't seem to make sense of that particular context..."
Drake Winters	"Red Bulls is a drink. Hot pocket is a food. Both are not healthy for you, but it's cheap." Drake says as he gives him a nudge with his hoof playfully. "Though I think you'd probably hurt someone having sex with 'em, unless they were like super strong also. I bet one good hip thrust would put a girl in the morgue. BAM. UNF. Crunch. What a way to go." He says with an amused grin. "But, far as blending in, I guess the best thing you can do is just people watch. Surf the Internet and search for social activities that people are doing your age."
Mon-El	"Yes, probably...given my apparent inability to control myself." Lar sighs. He raises an eyebrow at Drake's little 'impression'. "Surf the...internet?" he repeats slowly, not quite understand the expression. "I assume that's some sort of public data network, but does one 'surf' that? Do you mean, 'search'?"
Drake Winters	"Yeah. Search and surf means the same thing." Drake says with a motion of his hand. Leaning over, he snags a sleek black portable computer off his desk and hands it over to him. "Here, search away. You got a super brain that digests information really fast?"
Mon-El	"Oh, I thought it meant 'to ride' or something like that." Lar remarks. "I will try to remember that." He takes the computer but hesitates to do anything with it. "I am...worried I'll break it if I try to operate it." he says honestly, momentarily glancing back at the broken window.
Drake Winters	"Oh, you can just talk to it. Say .. ah .. Hey Dynamite ... then listen to the beep, then just ask the computer a question." Drake grins at him. "It's super easy. Just make sure you're clear with your voice. Don't talk too fast and you should be okay." He hums to himself. "So what do you like to do in your spare time?"
Mon-El	Lar smirks slightly. "Oh? Well, then! It seems Earth tech isn't quite as positively primordial as I had thought." He turns toward the device and says, "Hey Dynamite...what do most humans my age do in every day life?"     At Drake's question he sighs a bit. "Right now I've been focusing on trying to get my abilities under control. So that I hopefully won't have to worry about breaking everything I touch any more sooner rather than later. Oh, and the headaches. The ones caused by sensory overload. Those are pretty terrible."
Drake Winters	The computer 'dings' and lists off a number of recreational websites for all types of age ranges since it was not specified. Drake chuckles and leans over. "Hey Dynamite, what do college students do for fun in New York City." Ding. A couple of hot clubs pops up on the list, as well as some events such as artsy get togethers, Yoga, and a Vegan club. Drake hums at the list. scratching his chin. "Not a lot of things I'm into, but I'm sorta a loner you know what I mean?"
Mon-El	Lar watches the screen, peering up and down the list of items. Okay not as backward as he thought but still pretty backward. He chuckles. "Oh, hm--I think we had some facilities like these 'nightclubs' on Daxam. Music and dancing, you know. But what is Yoga and Vegan?"     He continues searching for a few more minutes. "Hey, look at this." he says, pointing at an advertisement for an arcade in a local mall. "Maybe you aren't as strange or abnormal as you think, isn't this like what you do? Like Overwatch?"     He quirks a brow at the mention of being a loner. "You're lonely? But those people you were talking to at the Grand Central Station seemed to admire you a fair bit. Aren't they your friends? And what about your team?"
Drake Winters	"An arcade? That's a bit different than what I do. I guess it's the same thing. I dunno. I just don't do well being around people for long periods of time. The people at the station are like ... fans .. they aren't friends. And my team.. I guess are sorta my friends, but you know, we all just sorta hang out here in our rooms playing games all day by ourselves unless we're at a tournament. I'm close with a guy named Zapp here. He's my dude. But, we're so different." Dynamite chuckles with a shrug of his shoulders upwards. "Yoga is an exercise. Where you stretch your body and breathe. Vegan is like an all vegetarian diet. You don't eat /anything/ that comes from an animal. So it's salad and water. Not my thing."
Mon-El	"Ahh. So they're admirers, but they don't really know you." Lar nods slowly. He glances at the time. "You seem to be doing fine around me." he comments with another little smirk. "Also you did not get angry when I broke your window. Or when I splashed a beverage on your clothes. That's more than I could say for some. Like this other man I encountered earlier. I accidentally destroyed a device he was carrying, but he punched me through at least seven buildings before I could even so much as apologize." He shakes his head with a slight snort. "That definitely didn't end well."     A tilt of the head at the descriptions of "vegan" and "yoga". "Salad? Why wouldn't they want to eat anything that comes from an animal? Isn't that what animals are for?" he shrugs. "To each his own, I guess. But why a club for a particular type of diet?"
Drake Winters	"That guy should be locked up by the Avengers or something. He could have killed a normal guy by doing that." Drake furrows his brows. "But, I dunno. There's no reason to get upset about the small stuff. That and I'm 'sorta' a celebrity, so the last thing I want to do is go nuts on something and get caught on camera doing it. That's how you screw your life up and lose endorsements or your team or your revenue. I don't have a lot going for me besides playing video games and I can't screw it up by going nuclear on something dumb." Drake says as he furrows his brows. "And agreed on the vegan thing. I like burgers too much to give that up."
Mon-El	"That's true." Lar sighs, shaking his head. "Yes, I buried him deep underground after we fell back down from orbit--I tried freezing and suffocating him by taking him out of the atmosphere, but not even -that- worked. And not even several layers of rocks and dirt kept him from escaping. He just burrowed into the sewer systems where continuing to fight would have collapsed all of Metropolis for sure. So we let him go....I'm not sure if anyone was killed in that incident, but I'm also not sure how -everyone- could have avoided injury."     "Oh, that's right. You said you were famous. So you have a reputation to maintain. But not even here, in your private residence?" he chuckles. "Well, I'm glad you aren't as easily provoked as 'Unstoppable Juggernaut.' That's what he said people called him."
Drake Winters	"Well, I was on camera and about fifty thousand people were watching me. I try and stay somewhat in character when I'm on camera and I'm streaming." Drake says as he gives him a grin. "The Juggernaut? I know that guy. He's like .. tangled with the X-Men before or something if I remember. The guy is super strong. I wouldn't want to tangle with him." He gives another stretch of his body, then rolls to his side. "So, you got a girlfriend?"
Mon-El	"Oh, that's right. You were recording, I remember. But you still didn't freak out even after you turned off the feed. So I certainly appreciate that." Lar grins, then seems interested when Drake seems to have heard of the Juggernaut. "Oh, you know of him? Yes, anyone who is strong enough to take a punch from me and -not- get completely destroyed is quite strong. I assume the X-Men are another group like the Fantastic Four?"     He looks a little uncertain at the last question. "Um...yes? I have befriended some girls before. If that is what you mean. Do you have girlfriends?"
Drake Winters	"Yeah. X-Men is another group. Heard 'bout 'em on TV a few times. They're mutants. Just people with super powers doing what the Avengers and the Fantastic Four do." Drake says with a grin. "And, I'm not going to get mad at you period. You're strong than me. I think getting angry and flipping out would probably do more harm to me than good. So, I'd rather just be chill." He says with a motion of his hand in the air. Swoosh. "And, I mean a girlfriend. Romantic like."
Mon-El	"That's what I thought." Lar laughs a little. "Yeah, you have a good point, but even if you did get upset at me, I wouldn't have hurt you. Since it would have been at least somewhat justified. At least, eheh...not intentionally." he rubs the back of head in an abashed manner.     Then the clarification about the girlfriend. "Oh, you mean -that-. No--at least, I don't think so. Apparently, there are a lot of things I don't remember about my life..." He pauses. "Do you have one?"
Drake Winters	"Me? Nah. I don't got a girlfriend or a boyfriend or any type of sexy friend. I was kinda seeing a girl for a moment but then she sorta quit showing up. I don't know. She was okay. Since then, I've .. you know .. kinda stuck to my computer. I'm not really the type that girls go for, ah .. physically I guess. You're more their type." Drake chuckles as he rolls his eyes upwards. "The hunky muscular types. I think girls would be interested to know I got money, but .. I don't think they'd really be into /me/."
Mon-El	Lar's eyebrows go up as Drake explains his impression of girls. "But how do you know they're -all- like that? Sure, I'm sure a lot of people are concerned about money, true, but how do you know there isn't someone out there who will actually love you for you? I mean, both of us know there are a -lot- of unusual people around here, right? A true love should be more than just a 'sexy' friend." he frowns slightly, because this is reminding him of Glorith, who quite frankly could decide to show up at -any- time. Ugh. He shrugs the thought off. "Well do you really -want- someone to love you--like that?"
Drake Winters	"I don't know. Maybe at one point I did, but the game is too important now." Drake motions towards his computer. "The game is life. It's everything that orbits my world. I got to train for hours. I gotta entertain. I have to travel. I just don't have any time now to even look for a potential partner, and even if I did find a girl, it's not like I can spend a lot of time with her, dedicated you know?" Drake says as he rolls to the side and flops his head on his pillow. "Sides, I'm nineteen and most girls my age are still figuring themselves out as well."
Mon-El	"But what if she did it with you?" Lar asks, entertaining an idea. "If she joined your team in some way, went everywhere with you, did everything with you? Would you want it then?" He shrugs, getting up from the bed. "I don't know, the way you asked about it just seemed like it was something you wished you had. And I don't think it's as far-fetched as you think it is." he smiles.     "Tell you what, let's go to that arcade sometime? I mean, sometime when I have figured out how not to break things. We can play together and maybe you'll find a girl who likes video games too." A wink, and he's out the open window and off into the night!