Galatea Arrives [OPEN]

[fearfully_symmetrical]

Who: Galatea fearfully_symmetrical
What: Arrival and figuring out what's going on
When: Prior to the de-aging
Where: Locations
Content Warnings: If needed



Little Love, Kansas

A fireball screams its way down out of the sky. She's not conscious for most of the descent, which might be a mercy, save she wakes up without any time whatsoever to stop. She slams into the ground, bounces, rolling like a ragdoll through three more bounces before finally digging in and grinding across a field, smashing through a tree stump which practically explodes into toothpicks from the impact - and then finally coming to rest on the far side of a small stream.

"Ugh," is all she says at first, pushing herself up from the small crater she'd made, dirt and rock falling from her form. "What the actual-"

She stands up, stilled by the nearby sign she sees, next to a road. She reads it, groaning.

"Kansas," she says, taking her first, wobbly steps up towards the road. "The most nothing place in the known universe." She keeps grumbling as she makes it up there, still brushing away dirt from her white costume. Which, thankfully doesn't stain or tear easily. And, to anybody seeing any of this, it might be interesting that neither does she.

Diadem Hotel

She is profoundly suspicious of these so-called 'guilds', but the hotel stay? That she can get used to. She'd been raised in a CADMUS bunker lab, after all - luxury? Pampering? Money? None of these things had ever featured in her life. She has precisely zero understanding of the value of a dollar, but that's a problem for tomorrow.

Another problem for tomorrow is the bill she's gonna rack up for these jerks before they catch on she's going absolutely ham on spending, but that's gonna be some accountant's headache.

She can be found a number of places - eating some very expensive meals in the hotel restaurant, or lounging by the pool with the full spa treatment - right down to the face mask and the cucumber slices on the eyes, which she insisted on. She can also be found being disappointed by the limitations of the hotel's gym.

It's not up to her (cloned) kryptonian standards. She may even angrily throw a barbell through a mirror, which she airily hands over the card for.

Then there's the shopping. She's never had...things. Possessions. Things that are hers. So she has no idea what a person actually needs to live, and so she just buys things at random. If her inexperience with the world shows from behind the veil of confidence and hostility, it's here.

She can be found with shopping bags from various places. She's trying to find a non-costume wardrobe, after all, but has no idea what is fashionable or appropriate. And she likes her form, is proud of the effort she's put into it. So she can be found roller skating down the street, perhaps in a crop top and shorts regardless of weather. Or maybe wearing a fancy suit, or even a ballgown. It depends, really. And she'll have things: books, personal electronics, some random VHS cassettes she found in someone's bin at a market - even one of those little dipping birds.

Around and About - CYA!

She'll be visiting each location that's been pointed out to her - because part of her really wants to know what's going on. It helps ensure nobody is coming after her - that nobody knows who she is.

That and she doesn't like the sudden change in scenery - appreciates it, but whatever power did it...well, she's gotta look into that, right?

Comments

[robintohood]

It's evening when Jason's up on a rooftop in Central City. He's taking a short break from his usual rounds in his gang's territory. So far it's been a relatively quiet night. He could use more of those after how stressful December was.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

And she is making sure the essentials are online - namely making sure her flight abilities are still running just fine.

The one power that always feels good.

[robintohood]

Jason sees the blonde woman flying and is curious. He doesn't recognize the suit but something about her looks a little familiar. And if she isn't, then it's good for him to take a peek at any metas new to the city anyway. They could be potential enemies or useful people for Jason

He takes out his grappling gun and fires it to the next building. Then he swings and begins to follow her.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

She's enjoying herself enough that it take a few buildings for her to notice. Well, more than a few, as it happens. It's more that she just catches a flash of red out of the corner of her eye, by chance. Ugh, she's not happy that the super-hearing is offline, that's for sure.

But she stops, turning.

"Ok, come on out," she calls.

[robintohood]

Jason pauses and remains in the shadows. So far she can fly but he wonders what else she can do.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

He won't be long in finding out, as her eyes shortly begin to glow red.

"Ok, rephrasing that," she said, "come on out before I am forced to commit arson."

[robintohood]

The glowing red eyes gets Jason's attention but probably not in the way Galatea would think. To him, they look familiar. He calmly steps out of the shadows.

"Aww. And here I am without marshmallows," he says casually.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

"Don't tell me," she said, the glow fading as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Snooker Man. No, wait, Bowling Man."

Not that she'd played either, but it was part of her rote learning from CADMUS.

"Call me testy, but I don't like being followed."

[robintohood]

"I was just curious," Jason replies, still keeping his cool. "It's always interesting when a new meta flies in."

Especially ones that might be potential threats or allies.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

"Well, trust me, bucko, a gal's way more likely to help you satisfy that curiosity if you don't lurk in the shadows."

[robintohood]

"My bad. I'll learn for next time," Jason says, leaving his hands visible. "Call me Red Hood."

[fearfully_symmetrical]

"Yeah," she said, "but that's a mask," her arms folded, except for the hand pointing at his mask, a look of doubt on her face.

"Or is it a metaphorical hood? Y'know, like being a crook?"

She smiled, having some fun with this.

"I'm Galatea, by the by."

Central City

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee is checking her phone as she walks down the street, popping her gum and stepping around people expertly. Really, she's not much different at home. She stops, though, seeing someone rollerskating - not even blading - toward her.

"I'm going to assume that you're not from around here." Jubilee says, raising her eyebrows. She's pretty sure that rollerskating down the street in a ball gown means she's an out of towner.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

"Heeey, got it in one," she said, coming to a stop - not by rollerskating methods, but by floating a few inches off the ground, which was way simpler.

"Hi," she says, holding a hand to her chest. "I'm Galatea, I'm a hero, here to help, and all that."

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

"Heeey! Down here!"

Doreen's chilling out on a high-up rooftop one evening, flanked by a gang of squirrels on one side, and some hot takeout food on the other, when she sees someone new flying by overhead. The obvious thing is to wave her down and say hi, especially since she has way too many french fries for one person! (The squirrels are occupied with a pile of trail mix, luckily. )

[fearfully_symmetrical]

What the actual hell...

She comes to a stop because, well, a woman surrounded by squirrels is going to create that reaction. She floats closer, frowning.

"Are those...those are squirrels, right?" She's never really seen one up close.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

"Yeah!" This is said with a big grin, as if this is totally normal (which, to be fair, it is for her!). "You must be new, huh? There aren't a lot of fliers around here. Want some fries?"

She holds up the little box of french fries, and waggles them enticingly from side to side.

[fearfully_symmetrical]

This is all weird and new to her. Friendliness? But she's very, very skittish about that - she's never had to extend trust before. And today won't be the day for that.

"No, thanks, I'm not hungry," she replies. "But new? Yeah, that's me all over. Just arrived. I'm Galatea."

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

"Nice to meet you!"

She gives Galatea a little two-fingered french fry salute before popping the fries into her mouth. "I'm Squirrel Girl. Hope the arrival wasn't too harsh; the last batch of people arrived in a snowstorm in the middle of Kansas. You already get the rundown from the Alliance folks?"

[fearfully_symmetrical]

"Uh, sorta. There was a lot."

She just watches for a bit, looking around at the squirrels.

"So, um, friends of yours?"

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

"Oh, yeah! Hang on." One of the squirrels, the grey one with a pink bow around her neck, skitters up to Doreen's shoulder and waves. "This is Tippy-Toe, she's my best pal! And this is Fluffernutter, Daisy, Radical Henry, Casino Royale, Renee, Leopold..."

Might as well take a seat, Galatea, there are a lot of squirrels, this could take a while unless she's interrupted!

[fearfully_symmetrical]

She holds up both her hands at that point.

"Woah, hey, ok, not gonna remember that past Tippy-Toe. Or maybe Radical Henry because how is he...you know what? Never mind."

She does, however, watch the squirrel waving with a sort of strange fascination.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

This is not the first time Doreen's been cut off mid-squirrel-introductions, and it will not be the last!

"Sometimes I choose the names, and sometimes they do, based on whatever they think sounds cool in English. It's a bit of a grab bag."

[fearfully_symmetrical]

"But how do you, you know, get them to do stuff? And speak English to them? Ugh, I didn't even think they could speak..."

She rubs her forehead. This is going to be one of those nights.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

"The... the same way you'd ask other people to help you out?" Doreen's smile dims slightly. Man, why does everyone assume that talking to animals means you can control them? Is the Ant-Man situation really that commonplace?

"I think every species can talk, honestly; it's just a matter of understanding the languages. One of my best pals back home talks to chipmunks, and another bud talks to fish."