legionworld | Party Down

Who| Everyone!
What| A party
Where| In the Sim Rooms
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Avoiding the destruction of Legion World was more than enough reason to throw a party, especially since its destruction could've meant the Lunar Debris Field might have fallen out of its orbit onto Earth. After Legion World's repairs were underway and the ship was mostly safe again, the old-timer Legionnaires decided to throw a little party in celebration of the newbies getting through their first trial by fire.

Even though duty might call them away, they all figured on being able to spend at least a little time hanging out with the rookies.

One of the Sim Rooms proved itself to be the best place to have a party, since the inside could be made as big as they needed it to be. In one section they had a massive setup for laser tag, and in another area there were games and food and couches in a massive square.

Times like these weren't going to be easy to come by, if the kind of crisis the Lux had caused was any indication, so it was time to enjoy their free time while they had it.

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Saralegui was a good listener. Never one to interrupt and get distracted. He listened well and only seemed to grow stiffer as the story went on, jaw a little tight and lips pressed into a thin line.

"...How touching."

He'd meant it to come across dryly, intentionally inconsiderate to distance himself from the whole subject. But it doesn't quite work. Too much of that sounded too familiar, even with all the wild differences born of this crazy space world. His lips pursed into something like a frown and he looked away back to the rest of the party.

"I'm not sure if that counted for my turn or not."

Dry or inconsiderate or not, he didn't seem particularly fussed. He was confident about many things and his role with the Legion -- and the love of his friends was one of them.

"You may have another if you like. Or it can be mine. Your choice."

The polite thing to do would have been to cede the turn. Or perhaps it was showing more interest in the other person and taking the question. He really wasn't sure right then.

Still frowning, Saralegui glanced down at his drink and sniffed.

"Is this alcoholic?"

"Extremely alcoholic. Relatively speaking. It's synthehol," he said. "It lacks the aftertaste of normal alcohol, addictive qualities, and deleterious effects on the liver and kidneys, but is still capable of making one highly intoxicated."

One of the many perks of the 31st century -- people could get drunk as shit and not get addicted or be hungover in the morning.

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"Ah."

That explained it. Pulling a face, Saralegui set the drink down and pushed it away for good measure.

"That makes it your turn."

"You've asked many questions about my background. I'm usually not inclined to ask personally revealing questions in turn."

So he wasn't going to ask about the past.

"Perhaps one about your future then, instead of the past: when you leave this place and go home, what will you bring with you?" A pause. "You can interpret that as some kind of existential or philosophical question, but there's also knowledge. Technology -- we would allow you to have some."

It was something they all needed to think about. Even now. There was so much they could take with them and the Legion didn't particularly plan on barring them from much of it.

"Something we could actually make use of. There's no point in trying to take anything we can't power, and much of this might still be beyond my people's ability to reverse-engineer. Besides, I'll have too much on my plate when I return home to be devoting much attention to that sort of thing."

It wasn't really much of an answer beyond I still need to think about it. He turned a curious gaze on Brainy, arching an eyebrow.

"What do you think a world like mine would find most useful?"

"Print books. Most of the information we have is digital but it's possible to print it in physical form. There are a variety of resources on everything from mechanical engineering to agricultural practices to medicine."

He took a sip from his drink.

"You would have to be careful about how quickly you introduced such advancements -- there are always societal problems that arise -- but you could vastly improve the quality of life of the residents of your world."

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"That's a clever idea. And I'd like to think I have enough foresight to avoid potential disasters."

A pause, and he frowned, playing now with the ends of his hair for lack of a cup in his hands.

"I don't suppose any of this world's technology runs on magic energy, though."

Brainy visibly shuddered.

"No. Thank sprock." A pause. "For the most part."

He rolled his eyes. The only reason he was telling Saralegui this was because he didn't believe in withholding such information.

But he hated magic. Hated it.

"Sorcerers' World may perhaps have...data -- I refuse to call it science -- regarding magical energy sources. Unlike the rest of the UP, it's a world that sees fit to regularly defy the laws of physics. It's where most magic-users that exist in the UP come from -- or where they receive training."

Finally, something brought a hint of a smile back to his face. Or a smirk. Whatever.

"All the people here have impossible powers, and you're getting stuck on magic?" Saralegui said, leaning in a little. Brainy certainly didn't try to hide his distaste with the whole thing. "I think you could stand to be a bit more open-minded."

Time for Brainy to scoff.

"Meta abilities, though they seem magical or fantastic, have very organic roots in biology, physiology, physics, and biochemistry. If you understand these fields with enough proficiency you can see how these abilities -- while seemingly unnatural -- are in keeping with the normal physical laws of the universe."

He sank down in his seat, all broody-like.

"Magic, on the other hand, has no rules. It doesn't obey the physical laws of the universe that all other matter and energy in existence obeys. It may have internally coherent rules but how it intersects and alters reality betrays all possible natural laws."

"My abilities are a form of magic. There's nothing scientific about it."

His expression remained cool, but there was just the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth like he almost relished being able to say it. It was an odd thing for anyone to take such an issue with, though -- magic was as natural a thing as any of his sciences. Honestly, it sounded like Brainy was just trying to justify his not liking the one thing he didn't understand.

Brainy tried to think of the right thing to say to that. After a moment, he said, "Again, you have my condolences."

It was said with a slight smirk this time.

That was one of the staff members came up to Brainy.

"Um, Mr. Five, sir, we've having a slight problem with the phase variance shifters in the threshold room. A few of us have taken a look at it, but..."

Brainy stood up, placing his empty glass on a nearby tray.

"Uh, sir, have you been drinking?" asked the staff member, eying the glass.

"Yes. Fortunately, the Coluan metabolism means I won't be engineering under the influence. Besides, I could repair this drunk or possibly in my sleep. Or both, if it were possible." He turned to Saralegui and inclined his head politely. "Duty beckons."

Rolling his eyes, Saralegui waved him off with an airy gesture.

"Have fun," he said, already standing to find himself some other entertainment. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it more than you were enjoying all this."

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