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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

HappyHappy (part 10) New
1st September 2013
12:43 GMT -5

Hub City is progressing nicely, I see. I get reports from the other Orange Lanterns as well as from Mayor Connelly, but I like to fly by at least once a week to observe the results of my work with my own eyes. Yes, Anarky and the mess with Atlantis set it back a little, but the factories are functioning, the…

Huh. Looks like the queue for g-sanchong implantation is… Longer than I expected. I should probably check what that's about in case there's been some sort of disease epidemic that I haven't heard about. I transition to the mayoralty building, phase through a wall and knock on the door to the mayor's office.

"Yeah?"

I open the door and step inside, Mayor Connelly sitting at her desk with paper… Architectural drawings spread out in front of her and typing something on her keyboard. She glances up at me for a second-

"Just a minute."

-and keeps typing for a couple more before freezing, her eyes returning to me and staying there.

"Good afternoon."

"Orange Lantern. Our next meeting isn't-."

"No, no, I was just wondering-."

"Vic hasn't.. been back."

I close my eyes and turn around before opening them again. "That's a shame. I could really do with a chance to run a few things past him."

"He disappears sometimes. I try not to take it personally."

"Right. Ah, reason why I'm here. It looks like there's a bit of a queue outside of the genomorph clinic? Anything I need to worry about?"

"I don't think so. We've had a steady stream of healthcare tourists coming through since the portals went live. After they started advertising, they told me they had to start making more. We actually lay on bus routes just for them."

"So the crowd there now..?"

"New portal location. I think this time the hospital organised things so that everyone who could benefit from a g-sanchong could get there the first day. Usually, people are at least a little uncertain about things."

I nod. That's… Good, I suppose. "Have they been able to keep up with demand?"

"They had to open a new… Ah, do they breed them or clone them?"

"They're clones-. Or at least, they were last time I visited Cadmus. It's possible that they've changed their techniques since then."

"Does that mean that each genomorph is identical to every other genomorph of the same type?"

"No, there's a little genetic variety, but they're pretty similar. More similar to each other than humans are to each other. A new facility dedicated to g-sanchong is probably a good thing. We're not going to run out of humans who can benefit from it anytime soon, and it's probably helpful to see exactly how particular versions of g-sanchong mesh with particular humans." Hm. "So, that was it? A hospital was just a bit more organised?"

"I think so. They haven't said anything."

"I've got a few hours. Do you want me to build a bigger reception area?"

"No, the weather today is fine and there's not a lot of space in that part of the city. It's fine, Paul."

"Alright." I walk towards the wall. "Sorry to have bothered you."

"Was that why you came here?"

"Ah, it's why I came here to your office, yes. I'm in Hub City because Bleez is renting a studio here and I want a word with her."

"Oh, the thanagarian woman? Yes, it was abandoned and it's in a part of the city that isn't due for demolition until next year. Not unless things go a lot faster than we're planning. Do you need a map?"

"No, I can find it. But while I'm here, is there anything that you need me to take care of?"

"No, I don't.. think so. Is there a reason why you're.. not looking at me?"

"Yes. If I look at someone I unavoidably start seeing their desires. I can turn it down but I can't turn it off."

"Oh, is that a problem?"

"It doesn't cause internal problems, but it can cause problems for other people if their stated desires are visibly divergent from their internal desires. As I said, if you see The Question, please ask him to get in contact with me."

I trigger my phasing system and fly through the wall, out into the Hub City air.

Huh.

Looking down a major thoroughfare, I… Can actually see that there's less pollution in the air than there used to be. Could just be the… Huge reduction in industrial output from global economic collapse, but I like to think that the fact we've been supporting new forms of energy generation during the rebuild has had something to do with it.

Don't really have a reason to build full-scale atmospheric scrubbers, and Earth doesn't have the technology to maintain them anyway. It would be nice, though. I think I remember Ra's doing a rant about modern people not knowing what clear air tastes like in… Tower of Babel?

I fly towards the recording studio, scanning to make sure that Bleez is still-. Yes, there she is. I could probably have done this over the phone, but thanagarians have a preference for face-to-face discussions-. I have a preference for face-to-face discussions, which is why I'm doing this, but the other thing's true as well. I'm not sure what Bleez personally prefers, and it would be a bit weird to ask.

And there we are. Yes, I see why it didn't get prioritised. The location's not a problem for someone who can fly-. She's dropped off her spaceship on the roof level of a multi-storey car park, and now she's… Doing something with the mixing room controls? Right, I fly towards the building and phase through the wall again. Empathic vision shows… Quite a few other people in the building… Is she actually running a business here? I thought she was just using it for herself.

I pass through several corridors, coming up to the sound booth-.

"-get that kinda gear in here. Heh, only reason it doesn't get stolen is shit!"

The man.. who appears to be instructing her in the use of human mixing equipment happened to look in my direction as I rematerialised. Bleez on the other hand is looking at the desk.

"Is it that bad by human standards? It's not as precise as thanagarian-."

"Good afternoon, Bleez."

She looks up, smiling broadly. "Oh hey, Paul!"

She darts over and hugs me, and that's when I notice that she's… Really dressed down. Loose clothing with a high level of coverage. I'm not used to seeing her like this. The really weird part is how it makes her wings look like they're something separate from the rest of her body. Or maybe that's my human prejudice talking. But usually she wears something that shows the joint-.

She pulls away, looking pleased to see me. "How come you're here?"

"With the human entertainment industry collapsed, I was wondering about the possibility of buying the licence to show Thanagar's entertainment output?"

She frowns for a moment, then shrugs. "I don't know. I don't think anyone's ever asked before."

"Do you know who I'd need to talk to?"

"Yeah? Ugh." She slumps a little. "You want me to set something up?"

"Not right away." I look around, nodding politely to the now-recovered mix specialist. "What have you been doing here?"
 
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"No, I don't.. think so. Is there a reason why you're.. not looking at me?"

"Yes. If I look at someone I unavoidably start seeing their desires. I can turn it down but I can't turn it off."

"Oh, is that a problem?"

"It doesn't cause internal problems, but it can cause problems for other people if their stated desires are visibly divergent from their internal desires. As I said, if you see The Question, please ask him to get in contact with me."
Is Paul doing this because the Question and co would be more likely to reach out to her if he does this?
 
"It doesn't cause internal problems, but it can cause problems for other people if their stated desires are visibly divergent from their internal desires. As I said, if you see The Question, please ask him to get in contact with me."
Is this an 'oo la la' or am I misjudging it?
"Ah, it's why I came her to your office, yes. I'm in Hub City because Bleez is renting a studio here and I want a word with her."
'here'
"With the human entertainment industry collapsed, I was wondering about the possibility to buying the licence to show Thanagar's entertainment output?"
'of'?

It occurs to me that thanagarian telly is not going to be in English. Can Oh El rapidly dub/sub all of it with his ring before importing it? That becomes more problematic if he intends to make this a constant arrangement rather than a one-off import.
 
It occurs to me that thanagarian telly is not going to be in English. Can Oh El rapidly dub/sub all of it with his ring before importing it? That becomes more problematic if he intends to make this a constant arrangement rather than a one-off import.
Power Rings seem to be extremely capable translators, so I doubt it would be a problem.
 
1st September 2013
12:43 GMT -5


Hub City is progressing nicely, I see. I get reports from the other Orange Lanterns as well as from Mayor Connelly, but I like to fly by at least once a week to observe the results of my work with my own eyes. Yes, Anarky and the mess with Atlantis set it back a little, but the factories are functioning, the…
His project city coming along nicely then. Surprised that no-one's tried to mess with it since the anti-Illuminati had their little attention-getting stunt a while back. Or perhaps it's more that his subordinate Lanterns have been handling such minor incidents...

Huh. Looks like the queue for g-sanchong implantation is… Longer than I expected. I should probably check what that's about in case there's been some sort of disease epidemic that I haven't heard about. I transition to the mayoralty building, phase through a wall and knock on the door to the mayor's office.
I would expect something like that to have shown up in the reports. I suspect it's going to be something nicer.

"Yeah?"

I open the door and step inside, Mayor Connelly sitting at her desk with paper… Architectural drawings spread out in front of her and typing something on her keyboard. She glances up at me for a second-
Neck-deep in work, I see. Hopefully she's taking reasonable breaks so she doesn't burn out.

"Just a minute."

-and keeps typing for a couple more before freezing, her eyes returning to me and staying there.
Ah, the classic 'oh shit, did I just blow off..?' double-take.

"Good afternoon."

"Orange Lantern. Our next meeting isn't-."
Mayor, you work with superheroes, you know they rarely operate to any reasonable schedule.

"No, no, I was just wondering-."

"Vic hasn't.. been back."
Well, good to know, or bad, depending on how you view his absence.

I close my eyes and turn around before opening them again. "That's a shame. I could really do with a chance to run a few things past him."

"He disappears sometimes. I try not to take it personally."
Probably doing his 'urban shaman' thing. Hopefully not causing too much trouble for the League.

"Right. Ah, reason why I'm here. It looks like there's a bit of a queue outside of the genomorph clinic? Anything I need to worry about?"

"I don't think so. We've had a steady stream of healthcare tourists coming through since the portals went live. After they started advertising, they told me they had to start making more. We actually lay on bus routes just for them."
Hopefully they're making the undeserving people wait so those who need them most get served first.

"So the crowd there now..?"

"New portal location. I think this time the hospital organised things so that everyone who could benefit from a g-sanchong could get there the first day. Usually, people are at least a little uncertain about things."
Good to see. Evidently they're catching on, though. What's the bet some national celebrity got one and has been touting it on all the talk shows?

I nod. That's… Good, I suppose. "Have they been able to keep up with demand?"

"They had to open a new… Ah, do they breed them or clone them?"
...Please don't make me picture Genomorph breeding practices... 😨

"They're clones-. Or at least, they were last time I visited Cadmus. It's possible that they've changed their techniques since then."

"Does that mean that each genomorph is identical to every other genomorph of the same type?"
...That's actually a sensible question to ask. For instance an undiscovered allergy affecting every member of a certain breed.

"No, there's a little genetic variety, but they're pretty similar. More similar to each other than humans are to each other. A new facility dedicated to g-sanchong is probably a good thing. We're not going to run out of humans who can benefit from it anytime soon, and it's probably helpful to see exactly how particular versions of g-sanchong mesh with particular humans." Hm. "So, that was it? A hospital was just a bit more organised?"
Perhaps they can even start opening branches in other League-run cities, to reduce the pressure on Hub city's clinics?

"I think so. They haven't said anything."

"I've got a few hours. Do you want me to build a bigger reception area?"
At least better protection from the weather?

"No, the weather today is fine and there's not a lot of space in that part of the city. It's fine, Paul."

"Alright." I walk towards the wall. "Sorry to have bothered you."
He seems almost disappointed to not be getting to do some urban improvement.

"Was that why you came here?"

"Ah, it's why I came her to your office, yes. I'm in Hub City because Bleez is renting a studio here and I want a word with her."
And looking in every so often probably satisfies his city-building gamer urges.

"Oh, the thanagarian woman? Yes, it was abandoned and it's in a part of the city that isn't due for demolition until next year. Not unless things go a lot faster than we're planning. Do you need a map?"

"No, I can find it. But while I'm here, is there anything that you need me to take care of?"
...Besides finding the Question. I can't help but note that she was on a first-name basis with him, after all.

"No, I don't.. think so. Is there a reason why you're.. not looking at me?"

"Yes. If I look at someone I unavoidably start seeing their desires. I can turn it down but I can't turn it off."
And you don't want to get caught up in helping resolve unfulfilled ones, huh? That has been a problem in the last few episodes we've seen him in...

"Oh, is that a problem?"

"It doesn't cause internal problems, but it can cause problems for other people if their stated desires are visibly divergent from their internal desires. As I said, if you see The Question, please ask him to get in contact with me."
..Because you can't help but want to fix that split between stated and internal, eh, OL?

I trigger my phasing system and fly through the wall, out into the Hub City air.

Huh.
And no doubt attracting a few tourists' attention and cameras. Given it's not a secret he's involved here probably makes for a small amount of cape-spotter visitors, much like in Metropolis, folks watching the skies for Superman appearances...

Looking down a major thoroughfare, I… Can actually see that there's less pollution in the air than there used to be. Could just be the… Huge reduction in industrial output from global economic collapse, but I like to think that the fact we've been supporting new forms of energy generation during the rebuild has had something to do with it.
Much less smog over the main roads, eh? Not quite a clean city yet, but I'm sure electric will catch on faster now.

Don't really have a reason to build full-scale atmospheric scrubbers, and Earth doesn't have the technology to maintain them anyway. It would be nice, though. I think I remember Ra's doing a rant about modern people not knowing what clear air tastes like in… Tower of Babel?
More than likely. It seems the sort of thing he'd bitch about.

I fly towards the recording studio, scanning to make sure that Bleez is still-. Yes, there she is. I could probably have done this over the phone, but thanagarians have a preference for face-to-face discussions-. I have a preference for face-to-face discussions, which is why I'm doing this, but the other thing's true as well. I'm not sure what Bleez personally prefers, and it would be a bit weird to ask.
Probably something about body language being easier to read in person than on a screen, and when that body language includes wings that can sometimes not be visible on a screen, well...

And there we are. Yes, I see why it didn't get prioritised. The location's not a problem for someone who can fly-. She's dropped off her spaceship on the roof level of a multi-storey car park, and now she's… Doing something with the mixing room controls? Right, I fly towards the building and phase through the wall again. Empathic vision shows… Quite a few other people in the building… Is she actually running a business here? I thought she was just using it for herself.
Or just people squatting on an unused complex and setting up their shops.

I pass through several corridors, coming up to the sound booth-.

"-get that kinda gear in here. Heh, only reason it doesn't get stolen is shit!"
I mean, leaving good-quality stuff unattended in the old Hub City probably would lead it to being gone within hours.

The man.. who appears to be instructing her in the use of human mixing equipment happened to look in my direction as I rematerialised. Bleez on the other hand is looking at the desk.

"Is it that bad by human standards? It's not as precise as thanagarian-."
Ah, the classic 'misunderstand the exclamation because you haven't seen the cause yet' gag.

"Good afternoon, Bleez."

She looks up, smiling broadly. "Oh hey, Paul!"
Not even questioning where he came from, because Lanterns can just do that whole 'appear in an instant' thing. And OL can be prone to popping out of nowhere on top of that.

She darts over and hugs me, and that's when I notice that she's… Really dressed down. Loose clothing with a high level of coverage. I'm not used to seeing her like this. The really weird part is how it makes her wings look like they're something separate from the rest of her body. Or maybe that's my human prejudice talking. But usually she wears something that shows the joint-.
That's probably why it looks fake. The human brain doesn't really register 'wings' as part of someone even when you intellectually know they are. Hence her habit of showing their connection off.

She pulls away, looking pleased to see me. "How come you're here?"

"With the human entertainment industry collapsed, I was wondering about the possibility to buying the licence to show Thanagar's entertainment output?"
At least until Earth starts to shake off the dust and get its own businesses back in gear. Or new corporations replacing the old...

She frowns for a moment, then shrugs. "I don't know. I don't think anyone's ever asked before."

"Do you know who I'd need to talk to?"
And to know what material to import. I doubt cultural propaganda will be popular on Earth. And things like comedy and tragedy might fall flat due to cultural differences.

"Yeah? Ugh." She slumps a little. "You want me to set something up?"

"Not right away." I look around, nodding politely to the now-recovered mix specialist. "What have you been doing here?"
Yes, might want to apologise to the guy you nearly gave a heart attack.

It'll be interesting to see how people respond to alien media once things get started. Most notably what sells well and what flops, since Thanagarians and humans have different cultural norms. Although it might give Bleez a bit more popularity if it comes out she's part of a group responsible for the curious new media. And just imagine the haters...
 
I think he does this to avoid getting sidetracked into helping her accomplish her desires
Good way to avoid getting more side quests added to the journal. The desire-vision perk skips some of the dialog, but it also skips the prompt to accept the side quests. Real pain, sometimes.
 
Thank you, corrected.



No, because he's pretty sure that she's still in contact with him and wants to avoid having that belief confirmed.
Yep, the whole Lonnie Matchin-Question-Jervis Tetch alliance against BrotherEye!NewGodBatman.

18th February

20:17 GMT +8
"When do I die?"

My smile broadens. "Optimism, that's the thing!" Actually… "Not sure. I've given you a smart virus which should be able to perform telomere repairs, but… The virus itself is organic and doesn't have an error-checker…" I return my attention to the screen. "See, killing people is really easy. I'm trying to alter the human body in complex ways without killing the subject and that is not easy. Now, I understand that you gained access to a narcotic since our last session. How was it?"


"It was a bad trip."


"Good show! I was worried that the neural stabiliser systems I added to your central nervous system might… Well, it didn't and that's the main thing."


"What-." He glances at the door, and the guards just visible through the reinforced glass window. "What is it that you are trying to do to me?"


18th February

13:00 GMT +8

Dr Chen can't help but look a little nervous as he reads the summary on the current conditions of the surviving induced-telepathy volunteers.

Well then, looks like OL's unofficially sponsored biotech is running hot. I wonder about the status of Grayven 's research by comparison. Quotes from 2000 pages ago, including a rare split Paragon/Renegade chapter. Perhaps it got shuttered? There's probably some more I haven't gotten too after this, but there isn't a specific project name or Sephtian-equivalent I can search for.
 
No, because he's pretty sure that she's still in contact with him and wants to avoid having that belief confirmed.
Ah, because if he doesn't know for sure then he doesn't have to report it or lie about it if asked directly. Turning a blind eye to let Question do what Question's gonna do.
 
HappyHappy (part 11) New
1st September 2013
12:57 GMT -5

"…album, but I'm using local musicians, and it's really convenient to just fly through a portal to wherever and listen to whatever music they've got."

Bleez smiles as she leans over the balcony facing the factory zone. We're fairly close on the side opposite the construction zone, so it's… Probably close enough that she could fly there using her wings rather than her ship.

"And sometimes I just let the local child labourers in between their shifts so they can try out the keyboards or the drums or whatever? A couple of them have actually had music lessons, though the Anti-Life kinda messed that up."

I frown. "'Child labourers'?"

"Yeah, you know." She nods. "Children from the labour class. I think they do unskilled work, like putting up warning signs or sorting rubble."

"A-h…" There… Shouldn't be anything like that happening, unless Bleez has very much misunderstood what g-dwarves are. "That-."

Her eyes flick in my direction, and-. She's trying not to grin.

I roll my eyes. "You know perfectly well that we-."

She bats me with her right wing, no long disguising her amusement. "Of course I know American society doesn't work like that! How long have I been here for?"

"Coming up on five months. And… You're welcome to stay for as long as you want, of course, but I admit that I'm a little concerned what your mother and… Other associates, might be thinking."

"What, you're worried that the military might send someone looking for me?"

"I know finding out that that arsehole from the Sinestro Corps was nearby was around was a shock, but I'm a little worried about you deciding to permanently move to another planet after he's already been dealt with. It suggests that you haven't psychologically recovered."

"Noo." She frowns. "Honestly? I kinda forgot about that. Until you brought it up again."

This time I dodge the wing-bat.

"But making a new album takes a while? So it's not all that strange that I stop touring and go somewhere isolated and since I have to learn, like, fifty new instruments it could take even longer."

"I don't think you have to learn to play them all yourself. If you're having trouble locating musicians-."

"It's not just that. I don't even know what Earth instruments sound like! Unless I know what they can do, then I don't know how I can use them."

I nod, frowning faintly. "It shouldn't have taken you more than a week to get samples of-."

"Samples?" She looks genuinely shocked. "I'm not using samples, I'm using real Earth instruments played by real Earth people! I have standards!"

"I did not mean to insult your craft. I merely meant that if you wanted to know what they could do, that could have gotten you a summary."

She shakes her head. "I can't absorb a planet's whole musical culture in five years. Five months doesn't even scratch the surface. This album's about what music people just play, you know?"

"No."

"You totally do. Music people make after the world ended. Stuff people make on the streets that's a part of how they all live, a part of who they are."

"Buskers?"

"Yeah? I mean, sometimes."

"I don't really.. spend any time in places with buskers. And back when I did, I mostly went past them without paying them any attention."

She gives me a decidedly disappointed look. "You should show more respect for your own culture."

"You'll regret saying that if you're still here next May."

"Uh. Why?"

"Morris dancing."

"English folk dancing?"

"Yes?"

"I'd love to come! Oh, if you don't think I'll be too disruptive."

"I'd have thought that the nice thing about leaving thanagarian space was that people didn't recognise you."

"It is but I've still got wings."

"You probably won't be able to do the maypole dance then. They'd get caught on the ribbons." I shrug. "The audiences are usually small. You might get a few people looking, but I doubt that it will be disruptive."

"That-. Oh!" She points, and I see a small group of teenagers approach the studio. "There's some of the child labourers now!"

I take a close look. One's carrying a guitar case, and another has some sort of smaller instrument case

"Just to be clear, I don't mind the joke, but that phrase has a specific legal meaning and I'm pretty sure that you aren't legally-."

There's a momentary flicker of colour as one of the youths pulls out a small container-.

And in a flicker I'm in front of him, right hand around his left wrist and looking the happy patch he was holding.

Conversation died and everyone I'm not holding onto takes a step back.

"Young man, where did you get that?"

"A-a-." He actually looks at me. "Orange Lantern?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out. Please explain to me how you acquired this narcotic."

"It's-. I didn't think it was illegal?"

"It too new to have been assessed by the Food and Drug Administration. However, I have seen a person come close to death as a result of taking it. If I hadn't been there then he would have died."

"Oh shit."

"Language." With my left hand I take the packet containing the patch from his unresisting grasp, and then I release his wrist. "Do the rest of you-?"

Two offer up patches of the same stuff, and I tether them with filaments.

"You've all taken it before?" All nod. "Right then, I'm glad to offer you a free compulsory health check courtesy of the Orange-."

"Hey!" Bleez lands next to me. "What's going on?"

I hold up a patch. "Novel narcotic. We're tracking the source."

"Is that a problem?" She fishes out… A patch of her own. "Because I'm been using-."

"Yes, Bleez, it's a problem."
 
"But making a new album takes a while? So it's not all that strange that I stop touring and go somewhere isolated and since I have to learn, like, fifty new instruments it could take even longer."

"I don't think you have to learn to play them all yourself. If you're having trouble locating musicians-."

"It's not just that. I don't even know what Earth instruments sound like! Unless I know what they can do, then I don't know how I can use them."

I nod, frowning faintly. "It shouldn't have taken you more than a week to get samples of-."

"Samples?" She looks genuinely shocked. "I'm not using samples, I'm using real Earth instruments played by real Earth people! I have standards!"
"Hey!" Bleez lands next to me. "What's going on?"

I hold up a patch. "Novel narcotic. We're tracking the source."

"Is that a problem?" She fishes out… A patch of her own. "Because I'm been using-."

"Yes, Bleez, it's a problem."
Wow, she really is a rockstar!

Paul really can't help stumbling over things to fix, even when he's taking it easy.
 
I roll my eyes. "You know perfectly well that we-."

She bats me with her right wing, no long disguising her amusement. "Of course I know American society doesn't work like that

They just buy from countries that work like that.

You totally do. Music people make after the world ended. Stuff people make on the streets that's a part of how they all live, a part of who they are."

And with the entertainment industry collapsing the music may be extremely genuine.

The music industry is big and they can focus on music they think will make them money, so they have songwriters make music like that.

And while that music can be good, it's still curated toward making money, but now that had changed.
 
1st September 2013
12:57 GMT -5


"…album, but I'm using local musicians, and it's really convenient to just fly through a portal to wherever and listen to whatever music they've got."

Bleez smiles as she leans over the balcony facing the factory zone. We're fairly close on the side opposite the construction zone, so it's… Probably close enough that she could fly there using her wings rather than her ship.
Still, having her ship parked close by lets her move a lot faster when she has to. She's not exactly going to break the speed of sound with her wings, after all. ...Except in very specific circumstances, anyway.

"And sometimes I just let the local child labourers in between their shifts so they can try out the keyboards or the drums or whatever? A couple of them have actually had music lessons, though the Anti-Life kinda messed that up."

I frown. "'Child labourers'?"
I imagine a lot of kids are pitching in to help with reconstruction. Ideally only by carrying light loads of supplies or such, well away from any dangerous stuff. And ideally getting a small payment for it.

"Yeah, you know." She nods. "Children from the labour class. I think they do unskilled work, like putting up warning signs or sorting rubble."

"A-h…" There… Shouldn't be anything like that happening, unless Bleez has very much misunderstood what g-dwarves are. "That-."
Cultural misunderstandings, after all. And really, the world isn't in any shape to let little kids just be kids, even if schools are working again.

Her eyes flick in my direction, and-. She's trying not to grin.

I roll my eyes. "You know perfectly well that we-."
And now I think she's messing with him a little.

She bats me with her right wing, no long disguising her amusement. "Of course I know American society doesn't work like that! How long have I been here for?"

"Coming up on five months. And… You're welcome to stay for as long as you want, of course, but I admit that I'm a little concerned what your mother and… Other associates, might be thinking."
...Huh, that has been a long time for her to be hanging around. Unless her spy-boss is writing this off as a long-term infiltration and intelligence-gathering mission, anyway. And being 'in' with the current government only helps that work.

"What, you're worried that the military might send someone looking for me?"

"I know finding out that that arsehole from the Sinestro Corps was nearby was around was a shock, but I'm a little worried about you deciding to permanently move to another planet after he's already been dealt with. It suggests that you haven't psychologically recovered."
Might be that, might be spying... Could be any number of things, really.

"Noo." She frowns. "Honestly? I kinda forgot about that. Until you brought it up again."

This time I dodge the wing-bat.
TO be fair, she could do some damage with her wings. The muscles involved in flight give a lot of power to those limbs.

"But making a new album takes a while? So it's not all that strange that I stop touring and go somewhere isolated and since I have to learn, like, fifty new instruments it could take even longer."

"I don't think you have to learn to play them all yourself. If you're having trouble locating musicians-."
No, but she needs to know how they sound if she's going to make music using them. Otherwise you'd end up with a discordant mess.

"It's not just that. I don't even know what Earth instruments sound like! Unless I know what they can do, then I don't know how I can use them."

I nod, frowning faintly. "It shouldn't have taken you more than a week to get samples of-."

"Samples?" She looks genuinely shocked. "I'm not using samples, I'm using real Earth instruments played by real Earth people! I have standards!"
And live music does give a different sound to sampled instruments. Whether a garage band or an orchestra.

"I did not mean to insult your craft. I merely meant that if you wanted to know what they could do, that could have gotten you a summary."

She shakes her head. "I can't absorb a planet's whole musical culture in five years. Five months doesn't even scratch the surface. This album's about what music people just play, you know?"
Or even just sing, because you can make amazing music even without instruments.

"No."

"You totally do. Music people make after the world ended. Stuff people make on the streets that's a part of how they all live, a part of who they are."
Though most people would be content to sing along with whatever pop music makes them feel okay.

"Buskers?"

"Yeah? I mean, sometimes."
If nothing else, you get a good appreciation of the range of talent.

"I don't really.. spend any time in places with buskers. And back when I did, I mostly went past them without paying them any attention."

She gives me a decidedly disappointed look. "You should show more respect for your own culture."
Because that sort of thing is just background noise, especially with people basically cutting themselves off from the outside world with earphones.

"You'll regret saying that if you're still here next May."

"Uh. Why?"

"Morris dancing."
OL, no! 😨 You'd subject her to that horror?

"English folk dancing?"

"Yes?"
The horror...

"I'd love to come! Oh, if you don't think I'll be too disruptive."

"I'd have thought that the nice thing about leaving thanagarian space was that people didn't recognise you."
...OL's really been hanging around superheroes too much if he doesn't realise she has a pretty big identifiable feature.

"It is but I've still got wings."

"You probably won't be able to do the maypole dance then. They'd get caught on the ribbons." I shrug. "The audiences are usually small. You might get a few people looking, but I doubt that it will be disruptive."
If anything they'd probably be more interested in 'Cadbury's Lantern' there. 😏

"That-. Oh!" She points, and I see a small group of teenagers approach the studio. "There's some of the child labourers now!"

I take a close look. One's carrying a guitar case, and another has some sort of smaller instrument case...
Ah, good, I was picturing little kids. Preteens at the worst.

"Just to be clear, I don't mind the joke, but that phrase has a specific legal meaning and I'm pretty sure that you aren't legally-."

There's a momentary flicker of colour as one of the youths pulls out a small container-.
Eh? medication or...

And in a flicker I'm in front of him, right hand around his left wrist and looking the happy patch he was holding.

Conversation died and everyone I'm not holding onto takes a step back.
...Oh dear. Well, that just totally killed the good mood.

"Young man, where did you get that?"

"A-a-." He actually looks at me. "Orange Lantern?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out. Please explain to me how you acquired this narcotic."
Oh, boy. Someone is in a world of trouble. Especially if they're dealign to younger teenagers.

"It's-. I didn't think it was illegal?"

"It's too new to have been assessed by the Food and Drug Administration. However, I have seen a person come close to death as a result of taking it. If I hadn't been there then he would have died."
So he has perfectly reasonable justification in being a little annoyed right now.

"Oh shit."

"Language." With my left hand I take the packet containing the patch from his unresisting grasp, and then I release his wrist. "Do the rest of you-?"
Oh, almost certain. Wonder if they use emoticons on the packages for convenient shorthand?

Two offer up patches of the same stuff, and I tether them with filaments.

"You've all taken it before?" All nod. "Right then, I'm glad to offer you a free compulsory health check courtesy of the Orange-."
If only to be sure there's no lingering magical effects? What if the source part of the emotional transfer is anyone who's already taken some?

"Hey!" Bleez lands next to me. "What's going on?"

I hold up a patch. "Novel narcotic. We're tracking the source."
And asking some pointed questions about how and why they made this stuff, of course.

"Is that a problem?" She fishes out… A patch of her own. "Because I'm been using-."

"Yes, Bleez, it's a problem."
Well, I suppose that helps explain her consistent good mood. Though it makes it more worrying that it can affect her alien psychological makeup too.

How rockstar of her, though. Hopefully users don't go through withdrawal symptoms, or there's going to be some depressed folks soon. At least he'll be able to pin down another supplier form the kids' statements. The more points of data, the more complete the picture will be of how widespread this is becoming...
 

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