[open] Never saw the sun shining so bright

[usaf]

WHO: Carol and various
WHERE: Around the Porter cities
WHEN: August 9th and on
WHAT: Open shenanigans and some closed stuff
WARNINGS: N/A

» open; the skies over any city

[ The first thing Carol does is fly to Louisiana, try to find Maria and Monica. They're not there. Neither is Fury; nowhere to be found. Seems this really is another universe. Then, she tries leaving Earth's atmosphere. She gets as far as the moon before her powers fizzle out and she comes plummeting back down to Earth. She catches herself about fifty feet above the ground, adjusting her momentum and coming down to land more gracefully... instead of in a crater. Looks like she's stuck here. Well, time to explore whatever city she's just landed in. Carol lights up like a light bulb again and starts flying over the city, getting a good look at things from above. She comes down when she spies a food truck selling tacos. Flying across the country and to the moon and back is hard work on an empty stomach... ]

» closed to Philippa

[ It's been... a while, since Carol so openly flirted with someone. Not since her boot camp days, bringing dates to Pancho's for some pool and karaoke. At least, she thinks this counts as flirting. She means it as flirting, she's pretty sure. It's a little more intense than Carol is used to, but she can handle a little intensity.

In any event, it'll be nice to have a friend here who doesn't know her future or alternate version self. Someone who knows Carol for Carol, not for all the great deeds she has yet to do.

Asking around for the best gym to suit their needs, Carol proposes they meet at Dawn of the Delts in Maurtia Falls. She just has to stop by a department store on the way to pick out some good workout clothes. Which is how she finds herself strolling in twenty minutes late, decked out in new leggings and a tank top over a sports bra. ]

Hey, [ She says by way of apology for being late. ] Been waiting long?

» closed to Heropa #003

[ Eventually, Carol finds her way to the house she's been assigned. It's very different from living in her apartment on Hala, but maybe somewhat similar to living with Maria and Monica. Sharing a living space is something she can do, for sure. Just give her time to relax into it. She's not a bad housemate... She picks up after herself, and always washes her dishes after cooking. If someone walks in on her in the kitchen, she might even offer to make a little bit extra for them. ]

You hungry? I'm making jambalaya.

» wildcard

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TDM » for Adam

[usaf]

[ » from here ]

[ HMMM, that rope sure is exactly what she needed. How convenient. ]

Thanks. [ Carol takes the rope and begins dragging the unconscious forms of the robbers together so she can tie them into one big bundle. As she does so, she strikes up a conversation with the boy. ]

So, Adam. I take it from your accent that you're not from around here.

[perfectlyhuman]

[ Isn't it so convenient? Just a straight up long, new-looking rope, just there in the alley right next to the bank?

He watches her tie the robbers up, feeling as if they're in one of those old super-hero cartoons.]

No. [ A pause, but he considers:] You're not, either. You have powers.

[usaf]

That I do.

[ She finishes tying a big old knot to keep the robbers tied together, and grabs the rope with one hand, lighting up again and rising into the sky, pulling the bundle with her. ]

But I'm still American. You're, what, English?

[khajidont]

[ Jaime's strolling back in from work, still in his jumpsuit - emblazoned as always with his garage's log - and just now taking off his motorcycle helmet and shaking out his hair when he sees a mystery woman standing in the kitchen. On the plus side, she seems friendly, and the kitchen smells good.

On the negative side, Khaji immediately begins to shriek. He winces a little, smacking the side of his head. Shut up, is what he's trying to tell him. It doesn't work as well as he'd like, but he's not going to start talking to Khaji in front of a stranger, open identity or not. It's just rude. And not a very good impression. ]

Um...

[ Danger, Khaji is chanting. Danger, danger, danger. God, it's like the Green Lanterns all over again. ]

Hi. That's nice of you. Usually when we get new housemates, I'm the one offering food. You just got here, right?

[ He knows she did. He's pretty sure Khaji would have detected her before now otherwise. ]

[usaf]

[ If Carol notices the weird way her new housemate is reacting to her presence, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she just gives her food one more stir, making sure it's not going to burn if she looks away for a moment, then puts the spoon down and wipes her hands on a dish towel, turning to offer a clean hand to the new guy for a shake. ]

Right. Just ported in yesterday. [ Weird lingo, but she's picking it up pretty quickly. ] Name's Carol, Carol Danvers.

[khajidont]

[ Khaji isn't shutting up, necessarily, but now that the initial wave of concern has passed, he's finally managed to start tuning him out. He shakes her hand right back, offering her a polite smile. He was taught his manners after all. ]

Nice to meet you -- Ms. Danvers? Carol? You'll have to tell me what you prefer.

[ Normally he just goes straight for people's first names these days, but the honorific had just come out. Something about the way that she arrived in a new dimension and immediately set to making dinner for the whole household. There's some seriously professional energy there. ]

I'm Jaime. Reyes. [ Jaime, on the other hand, couldn't possibly be projecting the type of person who goes by his first name and first name alone any harder. ]

It's nice to meet you. You seem, um, pretty comfortable with the whole suddenly-transported-into-a-new-universe deal.

[honeybadgered]

[Gabby catches sight of Captain Marvel when she's in the sky. It takes some squinting to see if she's got the right glowy flying lady, but... it's definitely her.]

HEY, CAPTAIN MARVEL!!

[She starts running after her, using her powerful Wolverine tracking abilities of "following the bright light" to keep track of her until she lands. She keeps sprinting, skidding to a stop in front of the food truck.]

Hey, Captain-- TACOS!!

[That might be even cooler than Captain Marvel. Healing as much as she does takes energy!]

[usaf]

[ Carol's just paying for her tacos when a small girl comes running up to the truck. ]

"Captain Tacos"... That's a new one.

[honeybadgered]

Has a good ring, though, doesn't it? [She starts digging through her pockets for taco money. She probably has enough.] How much for everything in a taco shell?

[emperysse]

( philippa absolutely didn't come that prepared, dressing in whatever it is she already had on (a hell of a lot of leather) before getting directions to the gym. the directions mean that she's not there all too long before carol arrives but minutes enough for her to start wandering around a little )

I was worried you had chickened out.

( she wasn't. but she's glad that the girl has the action to go with her fighting talk )

[usaf]

I never chicken out. Of anything.

[ She grins an unbearably cocky grin and leads the way to an area where the two of them can spar, with padded mats on the ground and a wall of mirrors to the side. ]

So. How do you want to do this?

[emperysse]

You told me what you can do. I want to see it.

( she just doesn't plan on fighting just yet. not until she knows what she's up against )

If that was real.

open » tacos

[bookkeeper]

[ He's out and about in Heropa browsing food truck selections. Nate was thinking that for the wedding, catering could be done through an assortment of food trucks. Tacos, burgers, nachos, all kinds of good comfort food. He hasn't brought it up with Elena just yet but he will, once he sorts out which ones will agree to the event.

Catching the glow from the corner of his eye, of course his mind goes to Elena. She lights up the same way, she can fly. But when he turns to face the woman, his brows shoot up. Nope, that's definitely not his wife-to-be. ]

That's pretty neat. You're the uh, the second person I know who can fly and light up like that.

[usaf]

[ The recognition has Carol curious, but the words catch her by surprise. ]

That other person wouldn't happen to be named Carol Danvers, would she?

[ She's meet so many people who know a future or alternate version of herself. ]

[bookkeeper]

Close. Her initials come after C and D though. Elena Fisher. Not sure if you’ve bumped into her yet.

[ Since he hasn’t picked a truck yet to visit, he folds his arms and glances away for a moment to the lines. But then he’s looking at her again, head tilting. ]

You new? People here have a tendency to just drop in. Kinda like the way you just did, only it’s less spectacular.

Heropa #003

[insincerecharm]

Becks has been doing the best she can at this whole... 'settling in' thing. There's been a lot to unpack from waking up here. A lot. But she's not the kind of girl to let herself get too down, no matter how much sense it might make for her to do just that. She will knock herself through whatever negativity that tries to take her under and swallow her whole.

She hasn't been around people that weren't part of her blogger team in.... awhile, but she's not all that unsociable. So, once she's gotten a little bit of her room sorted out, has gotten the basics-plus version of this place from the Masons, and has done a little bit of her own research back on the network, she wanders her way downstairs to grab something to eat, only to find someone else already in the kitchen. And making offers! "Well, who am I to turn down food?" She smirks a little and stares at the cabinets for a moment, "Any clue where the bowls are in here?" she asks, glancing back over her shoulder at the other woman.

[usaf]

Carol glances over her own shoulder, still stirring her pot. "Uh... Try staring on the left and working your way right until you find them?" She hasn't really explored the kitchen that much herself, only grabbing what she needed to start cooking.

"I take it you're new here, too."

[insincerecharm]

"Right." she chuckles and starts doing just that, opening and closing cabinets until she finds the right one, grabbing two bowls down from the stack in the cupboard. She shuts the cabinet door and sets both bowls on the counter before starting the process over again with drawers for silverware next. "Yeah, I just got here today. You?"

Heropa 3

[mycrosstobear]

[Wolfwood, meanwhile, is the housemate responsible for the very full ashtray on the porch. He's fairly responsible company when inside, at least.

He straightens up from where he'd been leaning on the doorframe, wondering if he'd be bothering her if he came in to get a glass of water. It's not an offer he can say no to.] When something that smells that good, yeah.

[He goes the long way around the kitchen table to approach the cabinets without getting in her way and pulls out two bowls.] You're settling in alright?

[usaf]

[ Hey, Carol's from the nineties. Smoking is way more common then than it is now.

She gratefully accepts one of the bowls, filling it up with jambalaya, before doing the same to the other one. ]

As well as I can, I suppose. It's all pretty weird.

[mycrosstobear]

[You're his new favorite housemate.

Now, he gets out the spoons.] You could say that. From Earth, or somewhere else?

» H003

[dragony]

[ Carol's arrival is long enough in the past for her likely to be mostly settled into her new living situation — learned her lay of the layout, met her housemates, figured out where the decently-priced convenience stores are hiding, and all that mundane nonsense — that she might not be expecting any new surprises. At least, not this late in the day, and not strolling uninvited into her kitchen. But where's the fun in that?

It's one of those late late nights, when everyone else should have long since gone to bed or gone out, that she'll hear quiet footsteps down the stairs, and catch a strange, unfamiliar girl entering the kitchen. She may not be an alien, but she doesn't have a look that's easily forgotten: messy green hair falling loose past her shoulders, a white swatch of a bandage fastened over her left eye, mismatched-pajamas that, for some reason, include long sleeves and gloves in the height of Florida summer. Slippers make quiet flip-flap noises when she heads for the refrigerator, but stills like a deer in headlights before she reaches it. ]

Oh, sorry. I didn't think anyone was still up. [ Politely contrite; might explain why Carol hasn't seen her before now. ] I don't mean to impose.

[usaf]

[ This late, Carol has finished cooking, eating, and cleaning up the Jambalaya. Instead, she's eating some Bert & Gerry's straight out of the point. A lesser woman might have the decency to look ashamed at being caught in such an act. Carol just pulls the spoon out of her mouth and smiles at the newcomer. ]

It's alright. Just a little snack before bed. You're not imposing.

roommate stuff!! GOD. I SUCK. Fash...ionably late?

[mildmanneredwriter]

[Clark is starving when he makes it home from work, which...actually makes him a little more suspicious, just for a second, because when dreams come true like this there's usually a catch.]

Uh...sure. [He blinks in surprise, then smiles.] I take it you're a new housemate and not a really strange reverse burglar? Though to be honest, if there's food being offered, I'm okay with it either way.

[usaf]

[ Carol chuckles, stirring her pot. ] If I was reverse burgling, I'd bring a pizza, not cook jambalaya.

[ She puts down the ladle for a minute then wipes her hands on a dish towel and goes to offer one for a shake to the newcomer. ]

Carol. Danvers. Just got in last night.