maskormenacelogs | Everybody wants to rule the world

[ Peej is soaring ahead when she catches sight of Mitch. The locals are also pointing at her, oohing and awing at her ability to fly so swiftly through the sky. Back home, her real home, the fixed stares and marveling at her never bothered her, but this place... something about all of this is actually unnerving.

In the seconds she's lost in thought, her attention focused on the Floridians, her cat whom loathes to fly, wriggles out of her arms and plummets to the ground.

Well, directly above Mitch's head, actually.

Sorry, Mitch. There's an extremely aggravated cat digging his claws into whatever he can grip and hissing loudly. ]

Cat!

[ The worst part about being divebombed by a cat was the fact that there was literally no way to avoid it. Mostly because Mitchell didn't look up, even if everyone else around him was. He was used to people flying -- hell, at one time, he used to fly. The only people who looked up were tourists -- or there was something happening, something bad.

Which, it was something bad. It was a cat. Animals in general were bad news about the former vice-president cum former-mayor, and it's only when he looks up, only to immediately slam his hands over his head and get on his knees in the most embarrassing head-protection crouch an ex-superhero has ever effected in his entire light.

Really. He used to fight animals pretty much every day.

Tigers and shit. ]

Why the fuck is it raining cats!?

[ He asks the important questions, in an almost petulant groan, feeling the dig of claws and knowing, just knowing this was just the start of his day going downhill. ]

[ Peej picks up the pace and hovers down near Mitch, her arms flailing uselessly as she wonders how to go about removing a cat digging its claws into someone's face. ]

I'm really sorry about this! He just jumped!

[ Her cat will only cling harder, the ends of his fur sticking out as he tries to figure out where he is. ]

Kitty! Let go of the mayor... come here. Come on.

[ There's only an agitated mewl in response. Peej bites down on her lip and reaches out, forcibly removing the cat from his head. ]

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

[ Every time the cat tightened it's claws into the material of the former mayor's suit, he flinched, like needles hitting him in different places, and he'd had enough of needles in his lifetime, after being in the hospital after the accident.

When it was finally, finally gone, no more pain, he peeked out, still holding his hands over his head, one green eye darting back and forth, making sure the monster wasn't about to launch its way right back at him.

The creature was still staring at him like any moment he would grow a second head, or like he was a meal. One or the other. ]

It's -- shit, I'll be okay. Do you have a good grip on that thing? Can I come out?

[ He wasn't taking any goddamn chances. ]

Are you sure? And yeah, you don't have to worry. I got him. Poor guy isn't fond of air travel.

[ She rubs her hand over the cat's head to soothe him, but he continues to growl and wheeze. ]

It seems like most of us were ported here.

Seems like it.

[ He stood slowly, warily, keeping the space pretty wide. He couldn't even look at Power Girl -- Power Girl! -- without focusing more on the cat.

The demon creature she was holding in his arms who seemed convinced that he was worth trying to kill. ]

I've seen quite a few around, but -- ah -- I'm surprised the pets came too, unless that's a really recent acquisition.

[ She hates this. She is sick and tired of watching worlds and people die, get erased from the universe, only for her to continually slip through the cracks alive. It strikes a raw nerve and unearths questions she's tried to bury. ]

Wonder what's in Florida that Lachesis wants us to take care of.

[ She wants to believe this is all temporary, like Capers. Like Asthenoa.

The military greeting and the starry-eyed locals... none of it makes sense. ]

Fuck if I know.

[ He's too stressed, to weary and disappointed to do anything more than swear. He'd apologize later, but after what he'd seen, he doesn't know if he damn well cares about offending anyone anymore. ]

Honestly, even if we do, what then? She's going to take us back to the belly of the beast? Think she's going to tell us it was all fake, what we saw, what we just lived through?

[ He could hope for that, but then he knew he'd be disappointed. There was something about the way they came that stank of more than just a week. ]

[ Her eyebrows pull together closely, both Peej and the cat eyeing Mitch unimpressed. ]

Which would be a miracle, I suppose, but this can't go on anymore! How long are we going to let that crazy AI rule our lives?

[ He frowned, knowing and understanding her frustration. Mitch hated being out of control, and with Lachesis? He should be able to stop her, at least logically, he thought he should.

But he couldn't. The man who could control machines, but he couldn't talk properly to this one. ]

You're telling me, but I don't know what to do to get her to send us back. Hell, she saves us, only to dump us in a place like this? Where's the rhyme or reason to that? Who the fuck knows what her master plan is at this point.

I don't know either, but... [ She huffs loudly, clinging to her cat. ] We can figure it out. We need a breather and then we can regroup, put our heads together.

[ She doesn't want to be stuck in another universe again. It took her some time before finding anyone who knew anything about the multiverse and intradimensional travel.

There has to be someone here. ]

It's either that or see what's in store for us when the week is over.

[ He nodded. ]

Who knows, in a week, we may find ourselves back in the City, maybe with Vulcanus taking it over, but we'd still be back home.

[ And that was telling, wasn't it? That he'd called the City home. ]

[ Her gaze darkens at the mention of Vulcanus. ]

Do you think it was them that did this? End of the world scenarios usually involve cosmic beings... but non-powered humans tripping over their egos and too much power isn't much of a stretch, I guess.

Who the fuck knows? People with more power than they know what to do with -- who knows what they're capable of?

[ Mitch has seen people go pretty far with power. Pherson, Suzanne, the both of them were people who could end plenty -- and then there was what he saw from the other side.

He didn't have any doubts of what a person could do, with the right will, power, and ability. ]

They've been hopping world to world, who's to say that they couldn't stumble over something like this?

[ Too many names and faces flash before her eyes. ]

Keeping them in mind, they could be here. The locals seem genuinely excited by us, but who knows if that will last long?

I think that's up to us, and I fully intend to do everything I can to make sure that they don't lose that opinion.

I think if we play our cards right, people like Vulcanus won't be able to get the same kind of foothold here.

[ His smile was tight. He knew it was wishful thinking, but he wasn't the sort that was going to give up either. Wishful thinking, but what politician wasn't the kind to sell that sort of thing, even if they didn't deliver? ]

Still in Mayor Mode?

[ At least he's not panicking. They need to stay calm, no matter how dire things look. ]

Speaking of, where's your bodyguard? Rick Bradbury?

Bradbury? Oh, he's...somewhere?

I saw him, just a little while ago. He's here, not too banged up, so I think we're alright.

[ Mitch was used to crises. He's seen too much to get too worked up, even if he desperately wanted to do nothing more than curl up and panic. But he couldn't. ]

So far, everyone I've found has been alright. You seen anyone injured? Or...you know, not doing too well?

Those I've seen are in one piece. [ Which is strange when she considers the metas that came after them, but she'll take it as a relief anyway. ] It really seems as if Lachesis came through for us there.

[ Which serves as another confusing fact. ]

Yeah, she did. [ His voice turned sour, before he realized it, and he shook his head, grimacing. ]

Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful, but... I don't know, it just never seemed like her. Why does she even do it? Why would she even fucking care enough to bring us across the divide? I can't imagine it's easy.

[ He knew it wasn't easy. ]

She wanted us to be heroes.

[ She purses her lips. ]

Maybe there's still something we need to do and she can't have us dying on her.

Everybody wants to rule the world

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