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[ladybro]

Who: kate bishop + you!!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: blameless
When: today
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[ every joint pops when kate bishop wakes up. for the first half hour, all she does is stay in her bunk and stare at the ceiling. what the futz just happened? she wrestles with the ringing ache in her head -- trying to pinpoint the last thing she remembers. was it winn's birthday party? was it venice beach? was it both? with a groan, she at long last sits up. gropes for her communications device.

and realizes just how long she's been out. futz and futz and futz again. ]

Hey, fleet. [ she sounds groggy. and (to those who know her) more than a little under the weather. her dark hair is piled up in a messy bun. she looks...tired. ] Ever have a week-long hangover before? Because what a shitty ability that would be. I've been out since New Year's. What'd I miss?

[ kate doesn't even change out of her pjs. she rolls into the blameless's kitchen and begins to rattle around the cupboards. she wants water -- actually, she wants coffee. but she doesn't have the patience even for the stove-top espresso maker. the feed catches all of it: her expression of dismay as she adjusts back to what a space-kitchen has to offer; her disgruntled yawn; the moment when she collects herself before sitting down and addressing the feed once again. ]

One more thing, actually. What do you do when you feel like you know too much?

Comments

[ladybro]

Mon-El? [ well, shit. kate's cheeks puff out with a sigh. she ought to smile only she can't really be bothered. the memories tumble back into place. ] Something like that.

Sorry. I made a promise. I don't often break those.

[spacebro]

I think being out for a week counts as a good excuse. Unless this is all just a way to get back on my good side.

[ladybro]

As ways go, this one's pretty painful. [ she leans her device up against a salt shaker and props her chin in her palm. ] Can I make it up to you?

[spacebro]

Are you well enough to make it up to me? Hangovers don't really last that long do they?

[ladybro]

It's not really a hangover. At least, not from the party. [ she scratches the back of her neck. ] Has anyone explained to you that sometimes people just...fall asleep for a while?

[spacebro]

I'm assuming you don't mean what happens every night? [He knows he's missing some earth customs and slang, but he understands sleep.]

[ladybro]

Bingo. It's actually less like sleep and more like an induced coma.

[spacebro]

What causes it?

[ladybro]

The Atroma. Maybe? [ ... ] But waking up involved remembering things. Things from home. Like my body was here the whole time, but I somehow managed to live out nearly a year back on Earth.

[spacebro]

A year? [This is definitely new information. He's not sure how to even process that and yet somewhere in his mind he's wondering if that could happen to Kara.] Are you okay?

[ladybro]

Me? I'm fine.

[ for a given definition of the word. but for what it's worth, she appears to be a hardy soul. ]

Tired. Ache-y. And the headache gets worse when I try to sort through the memories. But I'm fine. [ ... ] Thanks, though. For asking.

[spacebro]

[He was thinking more mentally fine after all that, but he figures "fine" would be the answer there too.]

So, what's the too much you know?

[ladybro]

[ there's just no easy way to say my hero/big brother figure just killed another avenger. so she doesn't. kate says anything but. ]

Remember how I was telling you about the Avengers? A big old team of badasses? [ ... ] They turned on each other.

[ again. ]

[spacebro]

[That gets a frown.] What happened? [Not that he'll understand the team dynamics since he knows none of the names or politics. But he knows Supergirl and the people supporting her. The thought of them all fighting each other isn't a good one.]

[ladybro]

I'm gonna assume you've never seen the movie Minority Report. Am I right?

[spacebro]

Good assumption. [He assumes she's going to explain.] Would this be better in person?

how many times will i accidentally subscribe to mon-el's journal today??

[ladybro]

Much. [ ... ] Your ship or mine?

I cut you off by not tagging back! (Until now)

[spacebro]

I can come to yours. [You're probably tired after all that sleep.]

[ladybro]

Sounds awesome. It's the Blameless. Just -- make your way towards the kitchen. I'll be here.

Sorry for the delay! Why was time passing that whole time?

[spacebro]

Got it. I'll see you soon. [And in fact, there is a Daxamite on your ship, Kate Bishop of the Avengers.] Kate? [Heading into what he assumes will be the kitchen.]

totally fine. c:

[ladybro]

Hey. Mon-El.

[ she stands up when he enters -- utterly apologetic that she's still in her pajamas. not that they're the same pajamas she's been wearing all week (yuck!) but clearly, after her post-coma shower, she just shimmied her way into something clean and comfortable.

she's not bothered by a lack of decorum. ]

Coffee? Do you like coffee?

[spacebro]

[He manages not to seem wildly offended or even take particular note of it. They're on her ship—her home.]

Sure. It's not bad. I can see why Kara uses it to bribe people.

[ladybro]

Bribes? [ kate laughs. thoroughly enchanted, it seems, with the idea of kara bribing anyone. good on her. ] Well. First one's on the house. No bribery necessary. Though we just have a stove-top brewer 'cause we haven't yet bought the flashier kitchen. Sorry.

[ she crosses over to the stove. ] So I hope you can stomach espresso.

[spacebro]

[Kara didn't exactly agree with his summary of events that called it bribery.] My stomach is tough. [Fine with however coffee or espresso is made.] How are you holding up?

[ladybro]

That's...a deceptively tough question to answer. Honestly. [ she fiddles with some coffee grounds scrounged up from the games room a few stops ago. kate turns on the hob. ] A lot happened back home. Heroes fighting heroes. Big battles. High stakes. All that crap.

[ she turns back to face him. kate shrugs. ] I moved across the country. I'm a newly-minted Californian too. Just like you.

[ ...sorta. ]