xistentia | washed up [open]

Characters: Kara and you!
Summary: hey so Kara's here and confused. [idk, intro log, come meet her!]
Date(s): Backdated to between Halloween and the war event, some nebulous time in there.
Warnings/Notes: nothing for now!

[as Kara sputters back into existence and consciousness, the - new - world around her is blurry. Which is really weird since Kara's never felt dizziness before. But, everything is spinning.

She sits on the shore, as soon as she can reach it, holding her head, and she blames the dizziness on the fact that she thinks she sees a... Lumir? Is that even right? She had one as a pet from the southern isles of Plektop, near the Astro Gardens.

She thinks it's smiling at her.

Before she can say anything to it, she's being told all this new information - she's on a new planet? But she was just on Earth, she doesn't...

When the crap did Lumirs even learn how to speak?

And the name it gives - Astrad... Kara swallows, looking away. It's eerily similar to her pet, the one she'd had as a child, that she'd named Astra after her aunt. But, Astra's dead, and Kara is apparently on a new planet, and she can't dwell on any sort of thing like that. Not when there is something out there destroying... whatever the Multiverse is. It sounds like the breaches into other dimensions that Barry has told Kara all about. Other Earths.

Kara struggles to her feet and staggers towards the city, according to this map that Astrad has shown her. Something's not right here. If this is another Earth, then she should feel fine. But she doesn't. She's woozy and confused, and every step feels like she's slogging through quicksand, not just walking along a sunny beach.

Kara wrings her cape out behind her as she reaches the city, patting her drying hair back from her face, and tries to look a little less like a drowned rat.]

Um. Hello? Can anyone tell me what's going on here?

[Well. Let's hope no one here has a vendetta against Supergirl.]

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How are you even here?

[Kara's flabbergasted. Red Tornado's supposed to be gone, shut down. More than that, exploded. Into itty bitty tiny pieces. She saw it! Heck, she caused it. She remembers the flash, the red tank of robot parts.

How does he - it? - not remember her?]

You know what? I don't care how you're here. You're not going to wreck anyone's world, ever again. You're going to leave.

[Tony stares at her for a long moment. In his HUD, Fridayd is telling him that the woman is still experiencing heightened aggression and engaging in threat assessment. To be honest, Tony had already figured that out without the assistance of an advanced shipboard Artificial Intelligence. He thinks about shooting first. Probably partly because of sexism, he doesn't. Instead, he does the next logical thing.

He pops his mask up. The golden visor depressurizes with a faint hiss, then swerves up, still connected at his forehead. Underneath, he has an ordinary human face, moustache and so on. He's hoping, hoping, that whoever she thinks he is, he didn't have a goatee and an RDJ face. That would be extremely inconvenient.]

You know, I'd love to talk about the ins and outs of. Well, coming in. But as for the other thing, I'd really rather not? If that's cool.

[Kara's hands zoom down comically fast when Tony's helmet comes up, and she takes a step back, the color draining from her face. Crap. Crap.]

Oh, you're... not Red Tornado. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I thought...

[she shakes her head, stepping forward and offering a hand tentatively.]

I'm really sorry I almost punched you. My name's Supergirl.

[The way she moves is remarkable. For a moment, he regrets taking off the front of his helmet. The AI no doubt would have had something real interesting to say about the speed with which she moved. Better than human, that's for sure.

He barely even bats a lash when she drops her codename. Supergirl. I mean, he definitely bats a lash, but it could be worse.]

Iron Man. [Mask under arm, he offers her a hand to shake.] I think I would've heard of you if you were from my time. Earth, circa 2016? Sound familiar? Operation Enduring Freedom is ongoing. Current President of the United States is a molding potato. Contrary to popular rumor, the Great Barrier Reef is still dying, not dead.

2017, but definitely Earth. I lived through 2016? I don't remember hearing about an Iron Man, though. Or Operation Enduring Freedom, whatever that is.

[she tilts her head. not that it matters, since they're both here, on this weird... alternate earth... war dimension... thing. She glances at her daemon, wavering beside her with a pleasant smile on its face, two of its tentacles raised up as one to wave at Tony.]

By the way, I definitely wouldn't call President Marsdin a molding potato. She's amazing.

Parallel planets. My United States aren't ready for a lady prez, [Tony says, nodding his head, as if he understands all this. In reality, he doesn't. It's kind of nice to pretend. Then his eyes slide over, catching the movement of the little daemon beside her.

By now, Tony understands that daemons are as diverse as the multiverse. Still— the tentacles are surprising.]

Either your daemon is an alien, or Tonn Beag has a midget cousin she didn't tell me about.

[Kara's not sure she should laugh at that. Who or what the heck is Tonn Beag?]

She's a Lumir named Astra. Astrad? Something like that. They're usually from Plektop. I haven't seen one in... gosh, years, not since my pet passed on to Rao's Light.

[Tonn Beag. She'll learn soon enough, likely. A young woman who is also a giant squid, from a world where myths are real. Perhaps not so very unlike Kara's own in some respects. In some places, they call them metahumans.]

None of that meant anything to me, but I'm pretty sure that's going to change, [he says, staring at Astrad for only a moment longer.] Listen.

You're going to see a lot more weird shit as you get in. Maybe not so much red robots, but good guys and bad guys and morally ambiguous-- historically complicated guys from your past have a way of showing up here. You may want to steel yourself for that. Fact is... fact is... [he's getting distracted, craning his helmeted head over her. ... ...]

Are you wearing a cape?

[Sorry. Distractible.]

[Kara follows his gaze, her brow crinkled in confusion. She looks over her shoulder at her damp cape, drying faster than Earth cloth would, so that's nice. She turns once, her cape swishing, as she looks at it, almost like a dog chasing its tail. Okay, kind of exactly like a dog chasing its tail.]

Yeeeeeeeees...? They help with aerodynamics. And balance.

[Tony stares for a long moment. Blonde girl spinning around in a dervish of red fabric. It's charming. She's like girl Thor, minus the verbiage.]

Did you just learn to talk like the people of Earth? [he asks.] Did you have the deep-seated urge to say, 'I care not how you came to be here. You shall not harm the people of this world or any other again,' then edit yourself? You might need to take a minute to think about it. I've heard bilinguals have a similar thing going on, cognitively. Might be your guy version is around.

[It's a remote chance. But fascinating to consider.]

My guy version? [Kara makes a face. That'd be weird.] I mean, I know there's at least 30? 36? other Supergirls, but I think they're all like me.

And actually, Kryptonian is a lot like English! Except... [more beautiful, more poetic, generally better] Nevermind! It wasn't hard to pick up the dialect. The hardest part was figuring out what a lot of the stuff on Earth was because we didn't have it at home. Like... popcorn.

[oh Rao popcorn was scary.]

So, are you saying there's other aliens here?

Edited (SORRY FOR ALL THE EDITS I'M THE WORST.) 2018-01-08 23:36 (UTC)

[Thirty, thirty six other Supergirls. As of the Multiverse wasn't confusing enough without individual universes-- apparently having their own multiples? Is that what's happening, or did Kara's world just get introduced to F.A.T.E.S. and the greater cosmos early?

Inside his helmet, Tony tells Fridayd to log that for later study. She does.]

Technically I think you could say we are all aliens. This isn't Earth, and no sentient person I've met is exactly native. If you ignore what happened on Blackavar Island, anyway. [He shrugs his metal arms up, with a faint swizz of rotors.] But if you mean people 'not of Earth,' sure. The alleged gender-flipped analog of yours is Thor. You can find him on the Intranet. Your daemon will hook you up.

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help me she's so cute

I can't help you bc I'm too busy dying over Kara Danvers daily

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