[OPEN] you're a god, you're a hero

[agoddessonce]

Who: Ororo Munroe (Storm) agoddessonce and you!
What: catch-all for settling in before timetravel shenanigans
When: (early) September
Where: Little Love, Exelsior, others
Content Warnings: n/a


Little Love

Little Love is easy to come back to. The creatures from the previous, repetitive September 1sts are... nostalgic. Some of her earliest days with the X-Men had involved jaunts to the Savage Land, and this was very reminiscent of that.

While Ororo isn't exactly interested in bounties, she can't turn down help when it is asked. So she finds herself in the air, safe distances away from the bigger beasts and scooping them up into precisely-fashioned cyclones, spinning just fast enough to contain and disorient them. Easily done, considering how many times she'd had to do this to the same, or similar beasts before.

She looks to the nearest person assisting her with the job. "Where is the nearest holding station?"

Exelsior

Ororo is drawn to Exelsior, mostly because it seems that most of the younger mutants from her world are here. She makes her rounds, takes peeks at the homes they've made, makes sure they're eating things that aren't junkfood, and then explores the rest of the city.

Gabby and Julian had managed to create a little park for the friendlier beasts they rounded up at Little Love, so she comes to visit them on a weekend. Honestly, she can't believe they've really done this, and spends more time than she ought to just going around what they've managed to do. By the afternoon she'd flown with a perfectly docile pterodactyl and then had a sleeping sabretooth puma in her lap.

Of course, there's also the matter of the recurring power outages. While she's there, she offers what help she can - being a literal light in the darkness, kickstarting generators whenever they're needed, keeping freezers cold with sheets of ice and snow.

Then the total blackout happens, and she's flying off to the power grid to investigate. There must be something she can do. She's hard to miss - hair and body glowing with crackling lighting as she streaks across the sky.

[ ooc: feel free to leave a wildcard prompt too! Storm can be anywhere in the present as she's still exploring as much as she can. happy to plot something out further via PM or over plurk on almondlychee! ]

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Little Love

[kid_flash_found]

Ororo isn't the only one who sometimes uses localized windstorms to manage unruly animals, although Kid Flash has to use his speed to create vortices rather than her more controlled manipulations. Still, sometimes you just have to toss the rampaging prehistoric whatsit off its feet for a moment to get an upper hand.

At the moment, though, he's using about a half dozen scouts to help move along a herd of labrador-sized early horses towards a paddock he'd found that was available. It's just one normal-looking speedster and five others made of glowing energy that isn't quite electricity or any other typical source.

"Megafauna are mostly going towards the football stadium, I think." He's doing his best to keep track of which places still have room, but there's been a lot of animals roaming around.

[agoddessonce]

Ororo nods, her wind buffeting the dinosaur in her cyclone higher and further away. "I can take some of those off your hands, if you like, to keep the paddock free."

He didn't seem to really need help - but it was just polite to offer. "It seems to help to disorient them first - makes them a little easier to transport." Without hurting them much, that is.

[kid_flash_found]

"I think the mayor would like to keep some of the smaller, more harmless ones as a tourist attraction. They're small enough and similar enough that if they can tame down, it might be possible to get them to be part of a petting zoo or something," Bart said, continuing towards the paddock. "And if not, well, Kansas is a long way from most places, so it's not like they'll do much harm."

[agoddessonce]

"A petting zoo?" Ororo's lips quirk a little, amused. "I suppose that is one way to keep them. Maybe they can attempt to domesticate them as well, see if they can be kept as draft animals."

She decides to deposit her now-sleeping carnivorous beast into another empty pen, as she spies a few more of the same coming their way. Maybe they were drawn by the horses they'd just rounded up?

"Two more at your six," she calls out, flying over to another pair, even further down. They were spread out, and she didn't want to send everything flying by creating an even bigger whirlwind.

[kid_flash_found]

"I'm not sure a herd of dog-sized horses are really going to be much for draft-work," he says, but it's an amusing image. "Well, I guess they could learn to pull sleds or something, but they're more tropically inclined if what I've read is any clue.

Bart turns at the warning, and a quick signal sends a couple dupes blurring out to either side to check for flankers. "You want left or right?"

( jurassic park )

[honeybadgerer]

[ gabby waves at her enthusiastically while throwing some steak over the fence for the dinosaurs. ]

Hey Storm! Did you come to see my park?

[agoddessonce]

[ She's walking in, rather than flying, mostly because it's a lot to take in. At least most of the dinosaurs seem friendlier than the ones she'd helped catch earlier? ]

Of course I did. You seemed very excited about it.

Are you managing all this by yourself, Gabby?

[honeybadgerer]

Yeah. Julian helped, but he said he didn't want to handle it.

[ which is fine. gabby could manage. she's not the kind of person to expect help most of the time. ]

[agoddessonce]

So he left you to your own devices?

[ Gabby is very capable. ... But these are dinosaurs. ]

Do you want any help? I can spare the afternoon.

[honeybadgerer]

[ she shrugs, nonchalant. ]

I dunno. I'd ask you to electrical the fences or something, but I got it set up to the Arcadia battery. All the stuff was already here, I'm just making it more Jurassic friendly.

Little Love

[avatarfortruth]

"West of here, I think."

Her lasso has flashed like lightning amongst the swirling clouds of Ororo's tornados, calming and controlling the animals in equal measure. Now, Diana loops it at her hip, floating gently in the air near the other woman. She considers the trumpeting megafauna with mild interest. "There's a sort of park forming for the creatures."

[agoddessonce]

The winds shift west accodingly and Ororo follows, trusting Diana to come along with her. Dinosaurs and prehistoric animals are difficult on their own. She'll never say no to help.

"The Jurassic park? A girl I know from home wants to maintain one, yes." It's a bit tricky to carry a conversation like this, but Diana can probably still hear her. Maybe?

"I am not certain how she plans to do it, to be honest. These animals aren't exactly easy to tame."

[avatarfortruth]

"I may be able to assist with that." The lasso cannot tame wild animals, but it can help her communicate to them that they are safe, that they'll be cared for.

The winds whip at her hair and at Ororo's, black and white locks flickering in the air as she looks over at the other woman. "I'm happy for you, that you've found someone you know, here. It must be a comfort."

[agoddessonce]

"I'll keep you in mind. I'm sure Gabby will appreciate the help." Especially since it seems that it's a project she wants to tackle on her own. Ororo hopes she can make it a little easier for her.

"It helps to have someone familiar nearby, yes. I never like being alone in an unfamiliar dimension." It's happened once or twice - but an overwhelming majority of the time, she's pulled into this sort of thing with another mutant or two. Sometimes they were allies, sometimes they were... something else.

"Have you experienced this sort of thing before yourself, Diana?" She seems to be taking all this in stride - rounding up megafauna, talking of timeloops, catching thieves and robbers in the night.

[avatarfortruth]

"Not precisely this, no. But there are elements of the familiar. Time folding in on itself, history becoming muddled... That, yes. That, I know."

She pauses, floating in the air to look out over the wide, sun-soaked fields of Little Love. It's so like Kal's hometown that she feels a pang of wistfulness. "But I have a few familiar faces here, too. You're right, it helps."

The look she turns on Ororo is wry. "Unfamiliar dimensions, then?"

Excelsior

[helpdesk_hero]

Ororo isn't even remotely wrong to say that most of the younger mutants from home were prone to Excelsior. In fact, she was definitely more correct about that than she perhaps realized. Which unfortunately doesn't come up until said extra young mutant was in a position to look a lot like a trouble maker than someone from home. Because here David Alleyne was, at a power station, dressed in a yellow and black leather coat (because how could he resist), his entire face obscured by a black and yellow biker helmet. And his whole form was lit by the golden glow of a... hovering lantern? Made of only light? That was almost like one of Kid Omega's projections.

Really, he couldn't look more suspicious if he tried. Perhaps the only redeeming factor in the moment was the insignia he had claimed for himself alone. Printed not only on the helmet but made into a belt buckle was the symbol of the Krakoan manifestation of X-Factor.

Probably dumb luck, right?

As for the David, well, his had gotten his hands onto a monitoring substitution. Literally. His black gloves were missing from his hands and they were pressed flat on the console, his head bowed and his focus clearly on the console. Without much luck unfortunately.

[agoddessonce]

Thankfully, Ororo had already gotten a brief (very brief) rundown of who is around and in what capacity from Julian. So she'd been on the look out for the others - and is glad to finally find him. And it's easy enough to tell - the X insignia is a good giveaway, as was the color scheme.

The power console seems to remain dark under his hands, and she finds herself frowning at its lack of response when she comes closer, floating into the light of his lantern construct.

"What have you tried, Prodigy?" - his mutant name, since he seemed to be obscuring his identity. As for her question - it's both a request for an update, and because she isn't sure what sort of abilities he's able to tap into here. Has he retained anything from back home? It's not clear to her just yet.

[helpdesk_hero]

And so proceeds what must be one of the funniest moments in the damn month, if you know David. Because he's such a composed and self-controlled young man. So the yelp and jumping aside that comes when he's addressed by a familiar voice is not his usual. Nor is the way he trips over his own legs and falls on his rear.

And once he's down there he gets to just... process and look up at her. Ororo.

"Storm," he breathes out, shocked. And then he reaches up, unlatching the helmet and pulling it off of his head. He wanted to see her with his own eyes, not through his cameras. Was it even possible?

As he looks up at her, not even bothering to get to his feet, he switches seamlessly over to Krakoan, needing to know if the language meant anything to her.

"Could it really be you?"

[agoddessonce]

Since she is fresh off of their world, Ororo slips into Krakoan pretty smoothly. It's a good reminder, though, and helps place David in the timeline. Roughly.

"It is me. I arrived from the sky several days ago. Time seemed to fold upon itself for a while, but now it seems I am here indefinitely. Or so I've gathered."

She reaches down to offer him a hand up, to help him to his feet. She won't keep talking down at him, that's just rude. And uncomfortable. Especially since she wants a full report, or what will pass for one.

"What is the situation, David? Have you determined the cause of the outage? I can provide light, and power for generators, but not forever. This city will need the grid back up soon."

[helpdesk_hero]

Very roughly, but it's so soothing to hear the words. There were so few people to speak it with these days. He nods along to her explanation of her arrival. Sounded about right, even though... Man, things really were a mess around here, weren't they? Which was completely usual.

He takes her hand, happy to be helped up. As he stands he gestures to the helmet, a small vine of that golden, faintly radiant energy growing up under it to raise the thing to his hand so he can clip it to his side.

"Would that I had an answer for it. So far as I can tell from this end, the system is still producing power. It's just not distributing it. Can't find an error in any of the systems either. So far as I can tell technopathically, it's running as it should on the software side and the software is confirming all the hardware is going right. It's just... not going where it should."

And that's frustrating. Beyond it actually. He pulls his gloves from his pockets and puts them back on. Just like that any bit of skin the helmet wouldn't hide is completely covered.

"In case you haven't been briefed on it, this place can... change powers a bit. I'm only able to do my normal stuff with physical touch now, and I don't get to keep the knowledge. And I've picked up a few tricks too. Which aren't helping."

He's worried the answer is more magical, which would be annoying because he's never been the one to solve those things.

"If I didn't know better I'd say Electro or someone similar was absorbing it, but it's not that."

Wildcard! - Post text thread

[chewiedout]

[There's not actually a treehouse here in central park but it seemed like a good enough location to give Storm to join her and something easy enough. Carol is sitting under a plain old tree with a book, in civilian clothes as she waits to Storm to join her.]

[agoddessonce]

[ Just a habit - New York to her often meant the Treehouse now. Or, well, when she'd been home.

So Carol referring to it that way also places her in time, which she was very grateful for. Less to explain, somehow, and there might be things they'd both remember.

Ororo wastes no time getting there, landing a few meters away and walking on foot to meet her. If she gets a few stares, she shrugs them off. That was honestly nothing new. ]

Hello, Carol. The park feels oddly different and yet familiar. [ She offers Carol a smile, tired but genuine. ]

[chewiedout]

I'm still not sure if I should love or hate this place to be honest... [ She says as she looks around the park closing her book and moving to get up to hold her arms out for a hug.]

You look wonderful as always, glad to see a little dip into another universe hasn't stopped the gorgeous Ms. Munroe...

[agoddessonce]

[ Ororo isn't typically a huge hugger. She hasn't even really seen Carol in a while. But - well, dimensional travel should build bridges, shouldn't it? A quick, loose embrace is fine. ]

Just another Thursday, hmm? Or, I suppose another day altogether, unless the Thunderer is around. [ She doubts it, as Loki would have said something, probably. ]

How are you? You seem to have been here a while?

[chewiedout]

[She gives her a squeeze but let's her go quickly, because let's be honest, she knows way too many non-hugging people around her group. Outside of Jess she's pretty sure she's been harassing most of her friends with hugs for all these years.]

I've been okay, it's been a couple of months at this point -- which I must say is longer then all of my other trips into alternate worlds.

[She frowns at that.] I suppose there's just a reason that this one is making things stick longer. Would you like to come back to my home with me? I left Chewie back there.