OPEN LOG!!

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Characters: Booster (no_wait_gold), Fuuka (gentlepriestess), Pi (tomysister)
Location: IN UR REALITY, FLYIN THROUGH THE CITY
Time: Now
Summary: This is an OPEN LOG. Anyone can tag! Booster is simply flying through your city, which is of course, not merged with his own. Prepare for "wait wut"
Warnings: Will add as people tag?


"Oh come on, it seemed like a really good idea at the time."

"You say that quite often, sir. It hardly ever is."

Booster dipped in the sky, the small (and matching) robot dipping with him. He landed in a field softened with clover as a rotation crop and sighed. There was a plate balanced in his hand, but a cloth had been thrown over it. The cloth was rough and rather dirty looking, but the sauce seeping through didn't help much. Booster ignored Skeets for the moment, looking around until he saw the oak tree that dotted the otherwise flat landscape.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up Skeets, I know," he said as he walked over to the tree, and leaning against it, "It's worth it."

"But sir..."

The cloth came off of the plate, revealing a marvelous, and somewhat scattered plate of spaghetti alla carbonara. This was what time traveling was good for. A plate of Italian cuisine made in the 1400's? Rip could complain all he wanted later, Booster was going to savor this extremely authentic Italian. He'd have to find Michelle since she had wandered off, but there shouldn't be a problem in 15th century Italy.

The thing was, "shouldn't" hardly ever applied to Booster.

He hadn't even taken three bites of his (delicious) spaghetti before he heard shouts from behind him. It startled him so much that he nearly dropped the plate, but managed to barely keep it from falling with his fingertips.

"Oh man, that was close... Wait, crap! I thought this was remote enou--"

Booster looked down, seeing the crops underneath his feet. The fact that one of the people shouting and running towards him quite quickly was carrying a hoe...Well, that explained things. He almost abandoned his spaghetti there, but he had already gone through the trouble of getting it, so he went to the air, still carrying the spaghetti in his hand, with Skeets following behind once again. The farmers continued shouting, but luckily they couldn't do anything to stop him. He really hoped the flying thing wouldn't change history or something.

Again, the thing was, Booster was never that lucky. However, rather than changing the course of history as we know it, his poor luck simply cursed him with a breeze that made the spaghetti slip off the plate, plummeting to the ground.

"Oh, that is not fair--"

Booster dove towards the ground too, trying to catch his hard-stolen meal on the plate before it hit the ground.

Or, you know, the people below.

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[tomysister.livejournal.com]

One of the wait staff had come back over with another towel, this one damp. She accepted it, wiping her face and then starting to try to dab the sauce out of her hair. It was frustrating, and a perfect outlet for her building rage. At least he knew who she was. Perhaps it was better here, where she wouldn't be able to lose her temper and hurt him. She frowned as he asked what she had just asked a moment ago.

"That's what I asked you. How are you here? I don't recall you saying anything about being able to travel dimensions." Then again, there had been a lot to take in and she just wasn't feeling entirely up to trying to remember exactly everything she had heard the past while. It was odd, for her, but it was probably just the season.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Even though she had said it, he still scratched his head slightly. That was a complicated question. Technically he could travel dimensions, and more specifically, he could travel time, but both of those things were very secret. Booster knew he had mentioned it to a few people on the Plane, but not really in the sense that he was doing it now. Two years ago, he had just meant coming back in time to the 20th century, but now it was completely different. To the point that Rip had warned him to not tell anybody (ever) what he was doing. Luckily Booster had convinced him that using his alias was okay. Saving time was too complicated.

"Where do you keep getting those things?" Booster asked, at first ignoring her question again, but shook his head. He was learning pretty fast that she had a shorter temper than Bea. And that was saying a damn lot.

"No, wait, more important, I got it. I'm doing a favor for a buddy of mine, so I'm in 15th century Italy. And I just dropped my 15th century Italian on your head," he said calmly, "So with your suddenly-appearing-towels, I'm guessing you're not sitting in the monastery's courtyard like I think you are."

[tomysister.livejournal.com]

"Monastery courtyard..?" She looked around carefully just in case the surroundings had changed. Of course they hadn't - it was still the dingy, noisy city she lived in and made sure wasn't going to collapse into some sort of dimensional vortex... yet. "I'm in the middle of Tokyo. A cafe, to be precise. The staff was rather alarmed at the fact that my head seemed to have caught your pasta and has been giving me towels to clean it off with."

... yet something didn't seem right. What had he said? She dabbed her hair for a moment before the full realization hit her. "You can travel through time?" That was something completely different. "What sort of favour involves time travel?"

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Booster rubbed the back of his head, looking down. God, he just wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't. None of his sensors were going off, and Skeets wasn't reporting any anomalies in the time stream. Booster would have to ask Rip to be absolutely sure, but he had a suspicion that it wasn't even related at all. The Plane made things so complicated. No matter how many times he looked over the Doctor's datapad, the more he felt a little sense of dread at the idea.

Now, it wasn't that Booster didn't want to help. That was part of his job description. It was more like, helping? It tended to hurt people because Booster was no Hal Jordan, Batman, or Superman. He was just Booster Gold, that superhero that everyone in the League kind of hated. He was selfish, and tended to only take his responsibilities once they were shoved in his face. That was just how he was, for better or worse. That made it easy enough to basically ignore the datapad for the time he'd had it. Now that she was here, sort of, and in a way he didn't really understand?

Well, it was like the issue had just gotten shoved in his face.

"Well, it's more like my buddy is known for being able to travel through time, so I get to borrow his time machine. I already did a long time ago, anyways, so I was kind of familiar with it? But I stole it then. I gave it back, don't misunderstand that, he just asks me to help him out sometimes because I'm more equipped for actually fighting than he is," Booster said easily, answering the questions essentially in terms of their difficulty.

"But...Man, Tokyo? That makes things...so complicated. You don't even know how complicated, but hey. I guess it's just the Plane. It couldn't be anything else."

[tomysister.livejournal.com]

She took a moment to absorb what he had said, sensing a commonality in it. How he had come into doing what he did wasn't really the issue - whether it was through illicit means or not. Maybe in that respect he could be tolerable. "I see. You take care of time the same way we take care of the physical reality here," she responded, choosing her words carefully.

The only thing that she could think of that would cause something like this would be some sort of convergence... either that or her own reality was weakening substantially faster than anticipated. Both options were sobering in their own ways. But the Plane seemed to be interfering in things in its own way... was it having an affect on reality now that she had accessed it? That thought chilled her, as that sort of incident had been the original cause of all the problems. It was definitely something that needed to be looked into. "Do you mean this sort of thing is common?" she asked, masking her own nervousness behind a facade of professionalism.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

It was like this was the evening (or not-evening for her, he guessed) was being catered towards questions he couldn't quite answer. There was the possibility that people on the Plane were just fine. He could tell them that he was actually in charge of the time-stream and making sure that people didn't mess it up. But there were pretty severe consequences to doing so, and Booster didn't want to take his chances, especially not now that their realities were seeming to come together.

Instead, Booster just shrugged and grinned sheepishly, keeping his easier act of a total buffoon, "Man, that's flattery. I don't really take care of it. I just help him out sometimes. Mostly he can do it himself, but Rip can't take angry peasants, and I can. I can just fly away, you know? Not that it's the best thing to do, because of the whole 'witch hunt' thing, but...Well, I make do. I figure not getting a pitchfork in my ass is better than some guy being traumatized forever because he thinks he saw a devil, or something."

Deflecting wasn't really working for her, but he would damn well keep trying. The more she asked, the more of an ass he would have to be to make sure she didn't find out. "Common? I dunno about that. Well, I'd heard of mergers, but I was under the impression that you had to a) like the other person and they like you, so I think we're not good on one of those parts, and b) that they actually...came together. So we'd be seeing the same thing. But don't worry, it's not like sharing a reality with me would be that bad, would it? I promise to get rid of any of the weird super villains that might wander in."

[tomysister.livejournal.com]

"I see." Whether he was being modest or serious didn't matter. She would accept his words and leave it at that. Still, there were many curiosities about this situation now that the more unusual matter had been dealt with. If anything, watching him squirm while she asked him question after question was rather amusing. "You can fly, though? What means of propulsion do you use?"

"Mergers... so realities from that dimension can converge. Interesting..." she listened as he listed off what he knew, thinking for a moment. It made sense to her that emotions would be involved. But at the same time it seemed odd that dimensions could converge that had never touched each other apart from her experiences in the Plane. Was it really possible? And was it a good thing? Reality was unstable as it was, having more convergences could be a bad thing.

"No offense, but I don't think my particular reality is well-suited to having any sort of merger. I'd rather not hasten its decline."

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Asking about his (admittedly, pretty weird) outfit was a much more welcome topic. It was no longer awkward or even remotely restrained in the way he talked, and instead his usual lack of a filter between his brain and his mouth. "Yeah, funny thing about that. You might not believe it, but it comes from this ring. Brainiac 5 used an alien metal in it, and you have to consciously want to fly. I'm sure it's more complicated than that, but that's what I can tell you."

But Booster laughed, actually taking his chances and sitting next to her. If he could see the cafe, it would have probably been better to sit across from her. Problem was, it appeared to him that she was sitting on the small marble ledge that was in the center of the courtyard.

"Hey, no offense taken, Pi. Mine probably wouldn't really, uh, appreciate it either, but weirder stuff has happened. Which all things considered, doesn't say a lot positively about my world, but you know," he said with a shrug, pushing Skeets out of his way. Skeets had been saying something along the lines of 'Sir, we need to leave' about this whole conversation, but at the same time, Skeets was used to it. Booster was pretty much retarded once a woman was around. Mortal peril? Talking to a girl he thinks is hot is way more important.

[tomysister.livejournal.com]

"Alien? So you have extra-terrestrial contact?" This was an intriguing notion. While extra-dimensional contact had been achieved, that particular matter was still up in the air. That some of these other worlds were so advanced as to have progress in these areas was very interesting to learn about.

She watched him sit down on the chair next to her disapprovingly, but as long as he kept his hands to himself it would be tolerable. She was used to Tomonari's breaches of her personal space, but at least Booster wouldn't trigger Expression.

Of course, this was a difficult situation to explain. "That's not quite what I meant," she replied, rubbing her temples. The matter was too sensitive to talk about in public, since the dimensional issues were well known as it was. "There's other issues that I'm concerned about." But then again... "have you had dimensional problems in your world?"