Owner	Pose
Brainiac 5	It's dark, and Querl is sitting alone on a bench, under a light. His arms are quivering, slightly. He isn't even bothering with an image inducer. There's a cold sweat on his brow.
Dyrk Magz	Dyrk never even bothered to chatter worriedly over the comm - just had his ring point him in the right direction and off he flew. Given the spoken landmarks and the fact that it's dark and Brainy is green, he's easy enough to spot. And join, slowing up enough to not just be a sudden *whoosh* Setting himself on the bench right next to Brainy, Dyrk puts a hand over one of his - "Are you okay?" Someone being scarier than Mordru is *serious business.*
Brainiac 5	"I should have said I was leaving. That was stupid. I'm sorry, Dyrk. I was curious. That was--" He shakes his head, and looks up. "I just need a moment. You hear stories about historical figures but you never *imagine*--I wonder what would've happened if I'd said something that made doom *Mad*." He gives a bitter grin. "He was looking for something, something from me. And I don't know what it was."
Dyrk Magz	"You don't have to wear a *leash* or anything; sprock, Querl, we're all adults here you don't need permission to come and go when we're all wearing tracking devices," Dyrk smiles, indicating his ring. The smile is thin, though, and covering worry. "I'm just glad you're ok. Do you remember anything from the records about this... Doom? A name like that I'm sure he wasn't exactly friendly."
Brainiac 5	"A genius. A madman, depending on the records. I remember that the Time Institute was still trying to crack some of his equations. Rond Vidar and I spent weeks on one once but had to put it down for another experiment." He shakes his head, and says, "Frightening man! Mordru is... despite a low sort of cunning, essentially stupid; Doom has the same... gravity but with something... something else." He shakes his head. "I don't understand it and I'm not sure I should." He lets out a slow breath. "We have other things to do. I'm ready to have Drake start collecting space debris so we can start fabricating the cruiser."
Dyrk Magz	Before Brainy can start that last sentence, Dyrk has put an arm around him and drawn him close. But he doesn't dwell on the revelations of the horrors of Doom beyond that, either. Leaning his head against Brainy's, simply trying to be a comforting presence, he nods (as best he can in this position), "Excellent. I've put in for an audience at the Baxter Building, but their waiting list is unsurprisingly long. We'll need to keep busy in the meantime."
Brainiac 5	"Heh." Querl finds his temple against Dyrk's forehead, and he takes a low breath. "I am not cut out for this, Dyrk. I belong in the lab, not leading these people. I want an election; I want to be able to go back to my lab and close the door and just... work. This is *awful*."
Dyrk Magz	"We find more actual members, or recruit more, you can have an election," Dyrk promises. "Just don't be shocked if people vote for you anyway. It's hard, but you're good at it." Laughing a little, he adds, "Grife, with enough people you could at least delegate more. C'mon, let's get back and get you something hot to drink and something outrageously technical to stare at for a while."
Brainiac 5	"If nominated I will not run; if elected I will not serve." Querl says. "You are a marvel, Dyrk. You always see the bright side of things." He smirks, lightly. "A cup of coffee and some uninterrupted time to work on a theory I was tinkering with... would be ideal."
Dyrk Magz	"Well then, shall we Mr. Dox?" Dyrk stands, offering his hand to help pull Brainy up. "All that technical gobbledegook won't solve *itself* while I work coffee machine magic, after all."
Brainiac 5	"I actually have a line on a coffee machine for the ship. They're *giving* it away. I wonder why..." Querl says, before he lets Dyrk pull him to his feet.