Legion World Logs

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.