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legionworld2017-01-30 10:28 pm
thedreamisdead) wrote in legionworld2017-01-30 10:28 pm
Entry tags:
1st Offense
Who| Judge Beeny
What| America's people watching!
Where| Observation Deck
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.
Well. This situation was less than ideal.
She'd woken up in the hospital as usual. Once they'd pried her hands off of Doctor Gym'll's throat and managed to convince her that she wasn't being held captive by alien forces, Beeny had allowed them to explain things more thoroughly. She still had to draft a letter of apology to the various medical personnel she'd injured before they got the sedatives in her.
Then the whole revelation that the multiverse was in danger. Honestly, the entire thing sounded like a nightmare, way over her ability to fix, but no use complaining about it now. At least she was already aware of other dimensions, trying to swallow that pill on top of everything else would've been more difficult.
And the final insult, they'd taken her gun away until they could figure out how to supply it with less-than-lethal ordinance. Apparently the stun charge she carried wasn't good enough. Nor was her word that she'd try not to kill anyone. Wonderful. She'd taken the oath, what kind of simp wouldn't when everything that ever lived was on the line? But they expected her to play by their rules.
They'd mentioned that the Observation Deck was supposed to be calming. In fact, some of them had been quite pointed in their insistence that she should go there and 'unclench'. But, honestly, after about five minutes of watching the planet beneath her, she'd gotten bored. And spending that much time with her back to everyone made her hackles rise. So she'd flipped around and started watching the people slipping past instead.
Other than her absolutely, ridiculously, gigantic shoulderpads, there's probably not much to draw someone's attention to her. Except for one thing. She's eating a hot dog.
A fresh.
Steaming.
Hot dog.
With grill marks and everything. Even some lines of mustard and ketchup.
What| America's people watching!
Where| Observation Deck
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.
Well. This situation was less than ideal.
She'd woken up in the hospital as usual. Once they'd pried her hands off of Doctor Gym'll's throat and managed to convince her that she wasn't being held captive by alien forces, Beeny had allowed them to explain things more thoroughly. She still had to draft a letter of apology to the various medical personnel she'd injured before they got the sedatives in her.
Then the whole revelation that the multiverse was in danger. Honestly, the entire thing sounded like a nightmare, way over her ability to fix, but no use complaining about it now. At least she was already aware of other dimensions, trying to swallow that pill on top of everything else would've been more difficult.
And the final insult, they'd taken her gun away until they could figure out how to supply it with less-than-lethal ordinance. Apparently the stun charge she carried wasn't good enough. Nor was her word that she'd try not to kill anyone. Wonderful. She'd taken the oath, what kind of simp wouldn't when everything that ever lived was on the line? But they expected her to play by their rules.
They'd mentioned that the Observation Deck was supposed to be calming. In fact, some of them had been quite pointed in their insistence that she should go there and 'unclench'. But, honestly, after about five minutes of watching the planet beneath her, she'd gotten bored. And spending that much time with her back to everyone made her hackles rise. So she'd flipped around and started watching the people slipping past instead.
Other than her absolutely, ridiculously, gigantic shoulderpads, there's probably not much to draw someone's attention to her. Except for one thing. She's eating a hot dog.
A fresh.
Steaming.
Hot dog.
With grill marks and everything. Even some lines of mustard and ketchup.
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The deadpan awe might seem to come out of nowhere, depending on how observant one is, because until he opens his mouth Dave is actually ninja-quiet. But here he is now, a blonde teen in a cape and what looks like pajamas, suddenly here with open jealousy practically dripping off him.
"Goddamn, what'd you have to do and to who to get actual meat in this place?" Dave leans in for a moment, presumably eyeing that hot dog down but it's hard to tell for sure with the shades. "Or is it even actual meat? Because if that's just some convincing vegetarian substitute then actually fuck my standards for real meat 'cause that shit looks and smells legit enough that I'm willing to be open-minded."
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"It's real." She shrugs lightly. Oh, she'd gotten the picture that meat was frowned upon here, but what were the chances that someone actually knew a hot dog was real meat in this very vegan future? Then again, judging by his reaction, he was like her. Dimensional transplant. "I just asked the right questions and..."
Where others would make a big presentation, America just takes another bite of her hot dog.
It's not technically lying. They'd had to dance around the whole 'meat vision' thing before it was clear. And then she'd had to track down ketchup and mustard. "They had them down in the mess hall, if you want some." And now she was just playing with the words there.
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Such as the white dog that's quietly padded up next to her, sat down, and is staring at that hot dog and wagging his tail. Look at this face! Doesn't this face deserve a hot dog?
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Well. It's not like there's wild animals roaming Legion World. He must be someone's pet. She'll have to talk to them about keeping an eye on their animal, but there's no point in mistreating the thing. America glances about, then holds out her hand, concentrating for a moment. A thin cone of light, filling in like a bad 1960s special effect being painted onto the film, originates from behind her visor and stops at her hand, where a hot dog and a bun suddenly appears. It's not there, then it is.
No condiments, though.
"Don't leave any behind. I'll have to charge your owner for littering." She holds it down for him with a little smile.
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And the bark, evidently, was enough to get someone's attention, because a minute or two later, there's a boy who barely looks old enough to be here making his way over. "There you are!"
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...And he probably had no clue who or what she was. No. She needed to just relax for the moment. "Is that your dog?" Beeny meant it as a friendly greeting, but there was just an undercurrent of stern warning there, like she expected a wrong answer. Or a cop who couldn't turn it off.
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"Cute dog. Very fluffy." ...She's not used to complimenting dogs.
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"He's really smart, too." Koromaru stops munching on that hot dog long enough to bark once, as if to say: damned straight I am, wags his tail, and digs right back in.
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"At the very least, he knows when people are talking about him." At least he didn't talk. Talking dogs were always a little odd. And usually a little illegal in origin. "What's his name?"
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"And, um, I'm Ken." Not that she asked, but it seems a little weird to not get all the introductions done at once, anyway.
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Oh boy.
"I'm America Beeny. Judge Beeny. Um." She looks back down at the dog. "What's he doing?"