shifted_logs | OPEN LOG!!

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OPEN LOG!!

Characters: Booster (

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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To be quite honest, nothing really was making much sense to Fuuka anymore. At this point it seemed almost as if anything could happen, and each thing would most likely be more absurd than the last.

So after the whole incident with the Plane, the onsen, and then the Tarot card that she had ended up placing in her schoolbag for safekeeping, she was sitting on a bench in the Gekkoukan High courtyard, eating a storebought bento she had gotten that morning -- she decided she wouldn't push her luck with all of her focus being spread out across these strange events.

So she was rather surprised at how calm she was when she realized the figure soaring about above was going too fast and was too small to be an airplane or even a helicopter. Especially once it dropped something that looked like...a plate of noodles? In fact the only betrayal of her shock seemed to be her dumbfounded blinking and the chopsticks frozen above her lunchbox, the rice slipping slowly out of it.

There were many things odd about this scene. In fact, making a numbered list would be pointless, because you'd probably get up to ten and still have a few more to list. But the one that stuck out the most to Booster was a young girl sitting in a courtyard of a monastery, eating with chopsticks.

That was weirder than even he was used to. And his spaghetti was speeding towards her.

Booster dipped down further, trying to speed up to the noodles, all the while ignoring Skeets' commentary. Yes, he knew there was a civilian, but why was Skeets so calm about it? Even robots would be surprised by this. Or if they wouldn't, they should be. It was close, but the spaghetti landed with an unpleasant, wet slap on his plate, flicking some of the red sauce onto her face.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry," Booster started to apologize right away, "Oh wait, you probably can't understand me. Uhhh, no speak-e--no wait, parl-o, Italiano."

""

"Yeah, that's it. Never studied Italian."

Booster already started to back away, looking around nervously in case the commotion might wake the monks. Man that would suck.

Edited 2009-11-28 19:29 (UTC)

Fuuka hardly gave the marinara a thought as she absentmindedly wiped it off her face and was glancing around the schoolyard, wondering if anyone else was seeing what she was.

From the casual and almost dull chatter of the other students around her, apparently not.

...Did this have anything to do with the strange buzz in her head whenever it was quiet? She certainly didn't hear it now, but...

Then, she heard the man -- who looked an awful lot like one of those American superhero characters -- start speaking to her in Italian, or what apparently was supposed to be Italian.

"...S-Sir...I, um...I'm Japanese. I don't speak Italian, so don't worry about that."

She noticed him looking around, and she presumed that the man was nervous about all the other students around who ostensibly couldn't see him. "Somehow, I don't think they can see you, so..."

For Booster, it wasn't exactly unusual for him to hear her words in English. Rather than the Plane being responsible for translating her speech, he figured that it was the technology in his own suit (with help from Skeets). The problem was, it only tended to work in one direction and didn't suddenly instruct him how to speak Italian or Japanese.

That was what was weird. She understood him anyways, despite definitely speaking fake-Italian and English.

"Wait, you can understand me? I guess you speak English, but---No, wait, what are you doing in Italy in the 15th century? I don't think you're supposed to be here..."

Booster tapped at his wrist at one of his sensors and communicators, but Skeets vocalized what he had been searching for first.

"" Skeets started, but Booster stopped him. It was one of his moments of realization and seeing as there were monks coming out of the carved eaves to chase him away, he had just an idea of what could be wrong here. A fairly modern Japanese girl in 15th century Italy was the kind of thing he would expect from that place.

"Hey, uh..." he started, scratching his head, "You're not from the...place with the stars, are you?"

Edited 2009-12-04 22:27 (UTC)

"F-fifteenth century?!" Fuuka exclaimed, befuddled. She glances around again, and lowers her voice, but still no less confused. "Italy? What...what are you talking about...? Isn't this Iwatodai...?"

Then, something else he says gives her pause. "The place with the--" Fuuka blinked, in a flash knowing what he was talking about. "The...the Plane! The Astral Plane! You know about that? You've been there, too?" It wasn't just...a strange dream? All the rest of the SEES members thought I was probably too stressed from all that happened on the night of the full moon...

No longer worried, Booster grinned. If she knew what the Astral Plane was, then that was slightly less worrisome. It was only less worrisome because:
a) Rip wouldn't chew him out for suddenly ending up in Japan.
b) Time wasn't broken. Again.
c) The Plane made less sense than he thought.

No, wait, point 'c' was extremely worrisome. Booster had been confused that Rip wasn't able to pinpoint what the Astral Plane was and that Skeets couldn't come with him to analyze it. He had been able to analyze it enough to know that it wasn't exactly a time anomaly and thus, it was out of his jurisdiction. Sort of. The Doctor had given him the datapad, but Booster had basically ignored it in lieu of the past two years' events. Now it felt like it was welling up as another responsibility to add onto his shoulders.

There was no reason to give this girl a hint of his worries, though.

"Yeah, I know about it! I've been able to go there for a while, but...Man, that's weird. You really aren't seeing Italy right now? What are you seeing?" he asked curiously, but then shook his head.

"Well, I guess introductions are better to start off with. Uhh, name's Booster Gold, superhero extraordinaire. Well, maybe not extraordinaire, but you get the idea."

He offered his hand to shake, but remembering ancient (in the 25th century, anyways) Japanese culture and instead bowed just slightly. For Booster, it felt awkward, but he was smart enough to know to observe some other culture's traditions. When he knew about them, anyways.

The only thing on Reiko's mind was where the nearest cafe was, and if they had some decent tea. The morning had been unpleasant enough with the discovery of a new intersection, and although most of the people were evacuate there was still the inevitable issues of what to do about the building. At least that particular dimension didn't seem to have anything going on about it, but the increasing number of intersections was starting to get alarming.

She sat, sipping her tea, letting her mind wander for a moment. It had been a long night, and truth be told she wasn't looking forward to the mountain of work that was building up on her desk. It was getting harder and harder to focus on it, lately. Plus Ryou's constant badgering about trying to access that place... well, whether he could or not depended on him. Even trying to pull him across hadn't worked. All that would happen is he would lose his temper and Express. It was a wonder anything was getting done anymore...

A shadow streaked by overhead... an airplane in this part of the city? It seemed odd. Perhaps it was military... but then again, there wasn't any sound indicative of an airplane. She looked up, then blinked.

It couldn't be a person. Nobody could really fly.

I didn't think I was losing it that quickly, she thought, rubbing her temples.

An uncovered woman in 15th century really only meant one thing. Booster guessed the monks weren't as celibate as they claimed, at least at this particular monastery. From this high up and in the dark, he couldn't really discern just how modern her clothes were, but he could discern that if he didn't fly faster, his meal would land right on her head.

Booster plummeted to the ground to catch the plate. The ground was getting closer and closer and he reached out to catch the plate and the pasta---

But it just missed his fingertips, and the pasta landed right on her head.

Oh, shit.

"Crapcrapcrapcrap--Skeets, translate 'I'm really sorry, I was never here', something like that! Before she screams and wakes up the monk--hey wait those clothes are pretty modern..."

Skeets, however, didn't wait for Booster to finish that thought, and instead rattled off, "."

Having something warm and wet land on her head was definitely a shock, to say the least... she could already see the eye-shaped marks glowing on her projection body, and she bit her lip trying to suppress the urge to start smashing things. Now was not the time for Expression, especially in a public place like this.

However, the rather familiar individual made her pause for a moment. How could he be here? This was something to investigate, for sure. And the strange voice telling her something intelligible didn't help either. What was going on here?

One of the waitstaff of the cafe stood awkwardly to the side, holding a towel that she obviously wanted to bring over. Reiko wave the meek girl over, taking it and murmuring a quiet thank you to her.

"I'm not sure how this works, but you had better have a good explanation for how you are here," she snapped, as she attempted to clean the pasta off her head.

"How I'm here...? Uhh, that's a long story and not really one I have time to tell," Booster said sheepishly patted something in the air. It was Skeets, still rattling off Italian, but Booster was more than satisfied now that he could understand anyways. Thank goodness she spoke En---wait. This was weird, even for him. And she was talking like she knew him.

He had to pause a moment, seeing as she magically procured a towel, but continued as if nothing were wrong, "How I'm here? Hey, you're good looking and all, but I'm pretty sure we haven't met before. If you want to get better acquainted, though..."

With his standard, stupid grin, it made it painfully obvious that he didn't recognize her at all (understandably) and was completely ready to hit on her. Again.

It was entirely the wrong move, and considering her temper was about to snap it didn't do much to improve things. A rather familiar glare crossed her face, and she finished wiping the majority of the pasta off of her head, handing the towel to the rather surprised girl who still wasn't sure what was going on. She was going to need to make a detour home to take a shower, and that was more than irritating. Still, being in public meant no rampaging, and she was straining to keep from reacting to her Avatar's impulses.

The fact that he seemed to be able to understand her and speak to her was rather odd, but there had to be something else going on. Was the world's dimensional stability really that bad? Or was that particular dimension bleeding through? It had a lot of unusual properties...

She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't recognize me. I typically access that dimension through projecting, in case of trouble."

It was a progression of expressions as realization dawned across his face. First was surprise, then a stupid grin to greet her, then a frown because he just dropped his dinner on her head. He hadn't worked with her, seriously flirted with her, or much of anything, but he knew that dropping that on her head would be about as bad as if it were Wonder Woman or Fire. Actually, Fire was the least likely to actually kill him.

This day was going from okay-but-kinda-bad to worse.

"...Well crap, now that you're using jargon, I'd recognize that voice anywhere. You're looking more...No, wait, less like someone from my world."

Which was to say, Booster missed the skimpy red swimsuit, but he was being slightly more subtle about it. Slightly

"What are you doing here, anyways? Uh, and sorry about the...dinner on your head, but that's a long story."

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.

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."

"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?"

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."

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.

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."

"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."

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.

"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?"

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