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So... this is a place between life, death, and dreaming, huh? Well, I guess I've heard of weirder things happening.

[ there's some shifting and fiddling before kara continues. randomly introducing herself to a network like this is a little awkward. ]

At least I've got some experience with the being trapped away from home thing. Alternate realities can be a huge pain in the ass like that. [ p...ause... ] In any case, is there anyone on this network that knows of a city called Metropolis? I figure if I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well see if there's anyone at least a little familiar around.

If you haven't heard of it, do you mind if I ask where you come from?

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Oh, that. As in, a physical location of your actual body. That is the definition I meant - seems simple enough.

Edited 2012-09-18 18:26 (UTC)

Alright, there we go. Common definitions make conversation easier.

So what makes you think this could be a construct created by someone else? It's pretty elaborate, and it would need to be a pretty powerful person to trap all these people here.

The victims include a billionaire and his son .... well. Son, adopted son - used to be two adopted sons - and adopted daughter, two Kryptonians and a clone thereof, a speedster, and that is only a part who's here.

What even makes you think whoever concocted this isn't extremely powerful?

It's not as hard as you'd think it is to just end up in an alternate universe, or to make something to send people to an alternate universe if you've got the right technology. To hold this many people's minds in a prison entirely in their heads with this level of detail, and this many people that aren't real? That's something else entirely.

Build a steady construct, stuff people in it.

Difference is, you usually have less control over the alternate universe. Harder to get said people to do what you want them to do.

We're not exactly going along with another person's whims here, are we?

... you haven't been fully briefed about the situation here, have you.

Nope. Feel like explaining things?

Yes. Over the network?

Up to you. I can give you my apartment number if you'd rather do this in person.

[... right. So this is the day where he ignores the offer (well, that's not new) and actually tracks a signal to its source. It takes him a little while, but he just.

Well. Robin knocks on her window.

Even Damian knows better than dropping in on a Kryptonian.]

[ kara opens the window and moves to let damian in, exasperated and a little amused. ]

You didn't have to do that the hard way, you know.

[Damian's mouth twitches with a memory of... one of the early things he said to her (Son. of. Batman. As though Father would wait to be told where to go.) But instead of bringing that up, he shrugs.]

It is practice for when I may have to.

[He hops inside, then perches on the arm of the couch, unasked.]

How much have you managed to put together this far? So I don't repeat unnecessary information.

Not much. I've mostly just got the intro spiel from the people who pulled me up onto the giant turtle.

Right.

The reason we are being brought here - at least some of us, it is not, apparently, always precise - is because the world is in lethal danger. Danger that is not, currently, present on Tu Vishan, which makes me suppose that the same reason why Superboy, Superman, and anyone else who has tried cannot move past a certain distance away from the shell is what is actually protecting the turtle from whatever is outside it. I may be wrong about that.

The gist so far was what the Emperor revealed during the first audience with her. The first inkling we had about that, however, was an the last day of the welcoming festival that was organized in the city shortly after we arrived. One of the crime organization from Fire sector had captured two of the foreigners and the head of the organization was about to execute them publicly, to show that the strangers could not possibly manage to save the world.

Evandau, the head of the police force here, interfered instead - executing the head of the organization and one more kedan on the spot. It began a gang war that is currently wrapping up. At least one foreigner lost his life in the proceedings, in a sacrificial ritual on the turtle's head, and the casualties among the kedan have been... greater. Also there was a thread to the turtle's flapper. As part of the finalization of the war, there is a curfew in force.

[Damian shrugs faintly at that. She can guess how much HE sticks to that one.]

Nights are bright - the turtle's shell glows - and days ore often rainy, which is frequent for being in the middle of an ocean. Most of the locals are friendly, but not all. They are also shapeshifters with greater strength than the baseline human, though not near Kryptonian levels.

New arrivals happen every week. Some of the people who've been here have disappeared - presumed returned back home, but there have been no clues as to the veracity of that, yet. It happens with no warnings.

[He narrows his eyes. What else is important? And, yes, a report for the Batman files would be much more detailed... but she is not Batman.]

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