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WHO: HOOK and PG
WHERE: An intersection in De Chima.
WHEN: Early afternoon of 3/17.
WHAT: Not a witch.
WARNINGS: tba.

[ On occasion, Peej does wish she had more days where she didn't have to be in the office. There's tension mounting on her end toward Norman Osborn and it irks her to no end that she's got absolutely nothing to show for it. A bad feeling and stories about him being an ex-supervillain does not prove a thing. She's stuck at the time being while trying to figure out what exactly happened and what she's been missing this whole time.

But she did have a meeting outside the office today, which means by the time she's done she doesn't need to head over. Instead, she dons her costume and goes for a quick fly around the city to clear her mind and soak up some sun.

She's a few meters above the crowd's heads at an intersection, ready to disappear somewhere into the sky when she hears an engine revving loudly not too far from her. The green light fades to yellow, but the hovercar doesn't slow down; it speeds up, trying to make the light before it's red. At the same time, a young man with long hair that nearly covers his eyes on a hoverboard drifts across the street, and a few people fretfully point out the car heading in his direction.

Peej pushes past a couple of people — including one that seems to be a familiar face, which distracts her momentarily. It's difficult to forget the pirate she met that one time, seeing as how he's the second pirate she's met in this world and the only pirate to actually be ocean-bound rather than space-bound. ]

[ She grabs the young man by the collar and lifts him several feet above the zooming car, narrowly dodging the collision. There's a breath of relief among the crowd, Peej included. ]

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How much do you know about outer space?

[ There's no judgmental inflection; she's genuinely curious to know if he's familiar at all with the concept of other worlds, or the multiverse. She's been around the universe more than she ever wanted and it's still a lot to take in. A lot of it is still a mystery to her. ]

I'm Kryptonian — an alien.

Not much, I confess.

( he knows of other worlds, yes, but he had no idea that the stars were something that could actually be traveled. that out there there were planets with different civilizations on them. he appreciated the sky but he didn't quite realize the implications of it. )

An alien, is it? I'm not sure I've heard of those before. ( he's not judgmental about it, though; he's met all manner of individuals, really. an alien isn't a bad thing to be, he has to assume. )

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People from another planet.

[ Good to know she isn't shattering anyone's expectations of little green men with eyes too big for their heads.

The chattering around them seems to die down a little as they make their way down the street. Not for long — people eventually shake their heads, determine they did see a costumed heroine walking past them like the average pedestrian, and carry onward with their day. Sometimes not before snapping a quick photo on their phone. ]

Flying — among other things — is just an ability I've always had as long as I'm under the yellow sun.

Under the yellow sun. ( somewhat unwisely, he looks up at it and blinks a little, before glancing back in her direction. ) What does that mean about nightfall? Or for that matter, if the sun were a different color? ( sailors take much meaning in the color of the sun as it rises and sets.

he might be taking this too seriously. )

[ Alright, maybe she should have mentioned to him not to take it so literally. It's hard to fault him for not understanding how Kryptonian physiology works when he's never as so much met one. ]

I mean... its presence.

[ She could bring up the red sun and Krypton, but the fact is, she doesn't have any memories of her planet. Not too long after her birth it exploded, with her being one of the sole survivors, whisked to earth in search of family.

It stings sometimes, not to have those memories, but she's grown past a lot of disappointment. ]

As long as it's there, I can do things like this. [ She floats two feet off the ground, steady and yet light at the same time. Then she comes back down to the sidewalk. ] And other things. It's a long list.

I've never heard of powers dependent on the sun. Only the moon.

( it's interesting to imagine different beings, what makes them tick. he's met ogres and faeries and trolls and mermaids, and yet he still manages to find more unique beings he's never met before. it used to be fascinating, to compare and contrast all the worlds he'd been in.

it has been a long time since he really thought about it... but even with the discomfort and uncertainty of being in this new place, he's honest when he notes with a bit of wonder in his tone: ] Fascinating.

I take it you're taking that hero bit very strongly, aren't you? ( even at his best, Killian Jones is really not a hero. it just so happens he's made a place himself on the heroic side. nobody would call him one of them, though. )

[ She quickly looks down at her costume and then lifts her head to toss him a cheeky grin. ]

I've been doing this a long time and before I ever arrived here.

[ She might not have wanted to be exactly like her cousin, Superman, but she aspired to do good like he did. With all these powers at her disposal and a world in constant need of assistance and protection, she feels obligated to do something. From the time she arrived on earth, all she wanted to do was the right thing. ]

And by the government's definition, I'm not taking it "strongly" enough if I'm not Registered.

Right, well, as I see it you don't need to inform anyone of your heroism, rather against the point.

( he's a bit surprised that she's taken the same route as he, eschewing registering despite the conveniences it offers. he knows that the majority register, and his reasons for not doing so are his own, yet he can't help but wonder why she hasn't done it.

it's really none of his business, but if he imagined she'd tell him then he probably would have asked. )

[ The longer she's stuck in this world, the more flaws she sees in its system. No government is perfect and America's history is a testament to the enormous and even dangerous mistakes it has a tendency to repeat, including this world's version. She worries Registration is another mistake waiting to unfurl, with no proper structure or any sort of guidance offered. ]

Never really had to. People like me are a dime a dozen back home. The government doesn't go out of its way like it does here.

I'd say it's more a matter of wanting to keep an eye on all the rogue abilities running around than much of anything else.

( especially with powers handed off at random upon arrival, it seemed in the governments best interest to keep their heroes pacified and pleased. Hook wasn't buying it, he had little faith in their positive intentions. they wanted something, and he wasn't signing any dotted line until he knew what they were after.

and likely, not even then. )

Have you been trapped here long?

( honestly the maddest part of this place is how many people are trapped with such unbelievable abilities, magic and otherwise, and yet no progress had been made in returning to where they belonged. )

They do say the tattoos are for national security's sake.

[ That's a possibility and for all she knows, the lack of an apparent system could be keeping them distracted from what might be going on really: being spied on. They did track her in outer space when she was out there for what, half a minute? It was creepy.

And governments have always been good at keeping secrets. Who knows how much information they've been gathering on them? ]

Since mid-January. That's when the first group arrived.

First group of imports, you mean?

( it doesn't seem as if it's been happening for too terribly long, but still, it's longer than he'd like to be stuck in this place all the same. not, of course, that he has a choice. without being here, he won't be anywhere, really.

but one problem at a time. )

It's unbelievable how many of us there are, and nobody has sorted a way home.

[ She can't exactly disagree. It's worrisome that with all the powers and brains combined, the Porter is a being that can't be tampered with so easily. The only thing she's ever faced that was incapable of being touched like that were cosmic beings and sometimes they still found ways to defeat them. ]

Historically we're the second, but the other group went home some years before we arrived. It's a long story, but when the group in January arrived, the Porter from the world we were stuck in came along.

She did something to this Porter, which is why they can't control who goes or leaves.

She? Who is that, then?

( he wasn't expecting to get this much information out a relative stranger, but it was appreciated all the same. to get out, or at least, to get Emma a way out, he was going to have to make sense of the strange place they were stuck in. all the information he could get was helpful, though he had to remember it might be inaccurate, coming from word of mouth instead of the source. )

I wasn't in this other world long. Compared to most, at least.

[ She quickly checks up and down the street, trying to remember which way the grocery store is before it comes back to her. She points left, beckoning him to follow. ]

Her name's Lachesis. There's a lot of talk about her being in the Porter, but I don't know anymore. I've heard she wasn't talkative back in the City, which is where the the group of imPorts I came with were stuck in prior to being brought here. Still... we don't have any confirmation she's in the Porter or not.

[ A deep breath. ]

As for Lachesis herself, she's one of the Fates from Greek mythology. An all-powerful being of sorts.

I've never heard of a Lachesis.

( the mythology in the enchanted forest was different than ones found in other worlds. it was still something to go on, though. researching this Fate, trying to look into the porter, it might offer him some answers. or not... but it'd be something to do. )

Suppose it's worth exploring a bit, anyway. If I want to find a way out. ( he spots a location not too far from them, clearly labeled as the grocery they'd been heading for. ) That's her, isn't it?

That's it.

[ A worn out sign in dire need of replacing indicates the grocery store they've been looking for. People exit the automatic doors with carts full of plastic bags, wheeling them straight into the parking lot beside the store.

One of the customers stares at both Hook and Peej, watching them turn toward the store's entrance before he realizes his cart is getting away from him. ]

Mythology isn't my area of expertise, but I do understand she's pretty powerful. She brought us here, after all.

[ It's possible she may not have the power to return them or she chooses not to.

This is why Peej dislikes dealing with anything cosmic or god-related. They aren't problems that are easily resolved by whooping their asses once.

She steps toward the entrance, the doors sliding open automatically and a cool wind brushing past their faces as they find themselves within a busy and noisy store. Watch out for the kids running around and the parents chiding them to stay still and stop touching everything. ]

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You'd think if she brought us here, she might be able to send us back. Though if she's trapped, hard to say.

( he really had no idea, but it gave him at least a little bit to go on research wise. he couldn't really say anything with certainty until he looked into it.

the indoor market was a bit overwhelming. Hook even blinked a little bit at the flash of bold bright lights. )

You don't have to mind me as I shop, you know. ( he has to figure she has better things to do than escort a pirate and well... a part of him doesn't care for exploring modern things with people next to him. he feels a bit moronic in all he doesn't know, he'd rather do it on his own. )

I wonder. This world isn't technically the one she was part of, but she did have a habit of sending people off to other worlds in the past temporarily.

[ Who knows if this is another short trip with some kind of goal Lachesis needs completed. ]

It would be kind of fun, but I'll leave you to the joys of browsing. Just remember the stuff you pick up needs to be paid for at the cash.

[ She points to the registers with long lines of people and their carts, waiting rather impatiently for the cashier to get to them. ]

( he does know how barter and trade works. he has a bit of money given to him by the government, and while he's disinterested in following their rules, he doesn't mind taking advantage of the things they gave him. )

I'll manage. I appreciate the guidance.

See you around, Pirate.

[ She waves her hand and turns back around to exit the store. ]

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and then i finally started catching up on ouat S4

lol you poor thing. sometimes I wish I could un-catch up

i can see why oh lord. i'm offended on behalf of so many characters and their terrible arcs.