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Brainiac 5 | Querl Dox (post-zero hour) ([personal profile] googledox) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2016-09-18 12:11 am

[closed] what the cat dragged in

Who| Closed to Brainiac 5, Mabel, Speedball, and Niels
What| Niels gets into the labs
Where| The Labs
When| After Tinker, Tailor, Hero, Spy ambush
Warnings/Notes| N/A

"--Get back here you pestiferous, flea-bitten nuisance!"

PWONG.

It wasn't like Brainiac 5 hated animals. After all, he'd once been inseparable with his pet monkey for the time Koko had deigned to stay with him, even letting Koko sleep wrapped around his head. But monkeys that occasionally played with the wrong beakers were not the same as cats that broke the laws of physics and went ping-ponging around a room filled with priceless equipment.

Between Brainy's annoyed shouting and the pwong pwong pwong of kinetic energy, the racket was noticeable from outside the lab.

How the cat had gotten into the lab was a mystery, but how he'd escaped from Medbay was easy enough to figure out. Back in the Medbay, the staff were still marveling over the broken and mangled cat carrier they'd tried to put Niels in.

"Would you please cease your infernal--?"

PWONG.

He had to occasionally throw up his shields to protect himself and some of the more delicate equipment, but providing hard surfaces for Niels to bounce off only made his constant ricocheting worse.
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2016-10-05 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
A wink is one of the best tools for building up a reputation for being funny and cool, maybe a touch flippant. Robbie is working on getting that going here, and he didn't mean anything by winking. It was only deployed to confirm that Querl was in on the joke.

Robbie can't tell if he was or wasn't. If he knew that Robbie was trying to wind Mabel up, Brainy certainly wasn't playing along with the joke, and Robbie isn't sure what that means. From their conversations thus far, the green Legionnaire has a sense of humor, buuuut maybe the partial destruction of his lab is killing the mood. That's probably it.

The blush goes completely unrecognized and uncommented on. If Robbie was asked what color a green alien would blush, he would have guessed a ruddy brown color, and he'd expect it to be just as bright.

"Sorry, Bells." Robbie would ruffle her hair, but he doesn't want to let go of Niels, who has started squirming. "But if you want to play with him, I'll let you catsit while I stay here and prove that I can totally be useful."

The over-emphasized loudness continues, and, even though it's directed at Mabel, it's completely for the benefit of the man who is apparently so busy that he can't spare them eye contact anymore. "I also don't have aspirations of world domination, or solar systemic, or galactic, so someone needs to dial down the comparisons to monkey bros I don't know and let me make my own mistakes. I will. I'm good at that."