legionworld | not going anywhere for a while?

Who| Sam and anyone
What| New kid getting acclimated.
Where| Out and around, mostly mess hall and observation deck.
When| After the diplomacy/disaster missions end.
Warnings/Notes| Probably not, will update if needed.

Waking up in unfamiliar places and trying to piece a fuzzy sequence of events back together was getting to be a more and more familiar routine since Sam had gotten into the superhero gig.

The doctors here were helpful, at least, so what happened after the fight sounded straightforward enough even if he had no idea how it actually worked; he'd somehow wound up in another dimension (uh, okay) on a planet with some bad juju in the environment (occupational hazard), and they said it looked like he'd managed to smack his head on something and knock himself out (wow, he'd said, must be a day that ends in -y).

Swallowing the story they gave him about the Legion and the way to get home hadn't been hard, with how much weirdness he'd already had to get used to in his life. Deciding whether to sign on hadn't been hard either, because that was the right, heroic thing to do, duh. Convincing them that he was fine to get up and wander around, on the other hand?

That had taken a bit of pleading, some lying about how good he felt (or didn't), and a promise that he wouldn't try to figure out the flight ring until his broken arm was done healing and they took the splint off.

Which was apparently only going to be in a day or two. Modern medicine was awesome.

So it slowed him down a little, having to getting around the ship only by foot, which was kind of a bummer, but the mess hall wasn't too hard to find, and that led to a good twenty minutes of contemplating the candy bars of the future because which one was closest to just finding a freaking Snickers bar, seriously?

(And once the decision was finally made, he took two, because come on, passing out for a few days absolutely gave you an appetite and anyone who thought otherwise had clearly never tried it.)

Second stop was the observation deck, and for a good few hours, he could be found there, sprawled out on his back on the platform, staring straight up at the stars, and eating some weird alien facsimile of a Snickers, a pensive look on his face. Maybe he was considering the differences in the view here versus the moon in his own dimension (because the stars were almost right, but a few of them seemed off). Maybe he was considering the responsibilities of joining the Legion, or how far he was from home despite Earth being right there below, or -

"Huh. Whatever a fweiuff nut is, it definitely tastes more like cashews than peanuts."

Nailed it.

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That...was the kind of thing that never would've occurred to Sam about being in the future if someone else didn't bring it up first. But the more he thought about it, the more he figured there had to be something to it.

"If they're this far ahead with everything else, they probably have like. Something they can put on your teeth once and keep you from ever getting cavities again or something, wouldn't you think?"

They had to be putting all that amazing future tech to use somehow!

"Maybe a pill to swallow or something?" He shrugged. "I dunno. They've got sonic toothbrushes. Talk about things that feel weird." He was honestly a little disappointed that they didn't have laser toothbrushes, but apparently the vibration took care of the need for flossing. "I guess cavities are still a thing if you've still gotta get the gunk off your teeth. Unless that's just a color issue."

Having butterteeth. Ew.

"I'm not really the dentist type, though. So I dunno, maybe they've already handled that." Another thing to ask Brainiac 5 about.

"Never having to worry about a dentist bill again would be pretty cool."

That was...not the reason most teenagers would like the prospect of never having to see the dentist again.

Sam didn't always think like most teenagers.

Jason shrugs. He's not the kind of guy to pester people about their weird thoughts.

"I guess that'd be something too." He gestured vaguely with his hands. "I'd be fine with just avoiding another cavity, y'know?"

"Maybe they'll at least let us take the toothbrushes home." Or some other examples of ridiculously useful household objects, he's not picky.

Jason rubbed the back of his head. "Might be a bit too advanced, but... Well, we might be able to bring the flight rings home, so who knows?"

At least the by-laws suggested that they'd be able to keep the rings for whenever. And if you can bring a ring that lets you fly home...

"I'd think if they're worried about advanced tech in places that don't have it yet, flight rings would be way higher on the scale than toothbrushes."

Keeping the flight ring was kind of cool, he guessed, except that he could fly back home anyway, so it wasn't really more than a symbolic gesture.

"Yeah, true enough. It's definitely better to ask in this case, though."

Jason would probably want to take a few of them home, for his friends, but he doubted that they'd let them do that. Maybe Billy could replicate it using some of Zordon's sciencey stuff.

"Yeah, probably." Sam winced. He tended to just do things without asking, but he was working on that. Kind of.

Jason laughed at the wince, then spreads his hand. "People say it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission, but that's just an easy way to lose some friends, you know?"

Besides, he'd rather not go to future space prison over something a simple question could fix.

"Yeah, I guess so."

But...thinking first. That was so not his thing.

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