16355/Burgers... OF FEELINGS!

Burgers... OF FEELINGS!
Date of Scene:	16 November 2023
Location:	Freddy's - Queensland Park
Synopsis:	Mia has a crisis of confidence. Kara gives her a pep talk. Also several burgers are demolished and the finer points of European villainy being political allegory are almost discussed.
Cast of Characters:	Cir-El, Kara Danvers

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Cir-El has posed:
It's been... well, Mia's not sure how long since she hung out with Kara. Awhile. A good long while. Honestly, it's been a long while since she's hung out with anyone. Or, really, even put more effort into crime fighting than show up, punch bad guy/freeze breath bad guy/whatever bad guy, and zip off without asking for thanks. She hasn't even really been throwing out any bravado.

But today she's texted Kara a simple question, 'Burgers?' and a hastily sent photo of two sizable double cheeseburger platters.

Of course, by the time she's sending the invitation, and a link to the restaurant's website so Kara hasn't got to like... X-Ray vision the city to find her, there's actually a stack of /four/ empty platters on her booth table, and she's casually swirling a fry from a fifth platter through a small dish of gravy, drawing little random patterns.

This is fine, right? Totally fine. It's definitely not some kind of cry for help or display of frustration.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Seems like Thursday for Kara.

Kara who packs away more wieners than bouncers at Studio 54 in the 80s.

Yeah, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, but there was a hotdog vendor right by the entrance to the famed nightclub and that was just a really good time for the sausage business.

Regardless, Kara receives the text and responds with something appropriately obtuse because Kara still doesn't understand how the emoji work or what they mean.

When she arrives, she's in costume, cape bellowing out around her when she slides into teh booth across from Mia. "Hey, you said I had hamburgers, where's the hamburgers, what is these lies?"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia's face twists slightly, from an expression of sullen, surly 'Leave me the F alone' misery to... confusion? Yeah. That's definitely confusion. "...You uhhh... coulda..." She frowns and gestures down at herself, wearing a dark hoodie (sans any logo!) and jeans, "I mean... wait, how is your cape billowing like that? We're INDOORS! Also, I think the corner's in that dude's drink and..."

She groans, brow furrowing, left hand raising to gesture in a complicated series of points to her demolished burger platters, then two fingers at Kara, then a little spin of her wrist to indicate 'Right away pleaaaaaase' to the waitress.

"I just... I dunno, I think I've been brooding enough that I'm afraid I'm going to turn into the goddamn Batman or something. I thought... I mean, you're... you. I thought you could help."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"oooh, you needed some auntie time." Kara bobs her head, reaching out for Mia's milkshake because she's decided there's a milkshake and now Kara has it. Slurping from the straw with a very dramatic, prolonged, slurping. As for her costume, or Mia motioning to it, Supergirl shrugs. "I don't like pretending anymore. I wish I had some Kryptonian clothes I could wear, that would be way more comfortable than this miniskirt, but we go with what we have, ya know?"

Shake returned to Mia's side of the table, waiting with her fingers drumming the table for her burgers to arrive. A bemused, almost jovial, smile on her face as she looks across the table at her neice. "So what's on your mind, kiddo? That feels weird huh? You're my age... time travel is so strange isn't it? I tell ya, when I showed up and your dad was older than me, it was so weird." She, at least, lowers her voice when speaking about parentage.

So at least she putting in the minimum amount of effort to hide Mia's identity!

"Why brooding, what's wrong?"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia sighs and bobs her head, slowly slumping back in her booth, head nearly rolling back to peer upside down /behind/ her booth ass he only /kind/ of narrows her eyes as her milkshake is purloined by her dearest auntie. "Yeah, I guess. I mean... person time? Kind of person time. But like... it's you or..." She quirks her lips in a wry little grin despite herself, "Well, you or /other you/ in a way. ...Also, isn't there like... a whole new Krypton now? Do they not have clothing stores yet? Oh god, /do/ they have clothing stores but all they sell are blue bodysuits with big red S's on the chest out of gratitude for our family for finding them a new planet? Is... is that a cult? DID WE MAKE A CULT?!"

She widens her eyes in faux concern before she sighs out and leverages herself back to upright posture.

"I dunno, I just feel... superfluous? Useless? I mean, like... Metropolis is /fine/, it doesn't need another Supergirl. And I... keep second guessing going out and socializing because like... temporal stuff and just... I mean, what, am I supposed to go meet someone? Come up with this entire backstory about how I'm just Mia, Normal Human Girl?"

She groans again, "I mean, I talked to Aunt Karen and like... she is /way/ nicer than I remember her being, and she said I can crash at her place in NYC if I want to... like... just try being /me/ somewhere other than the big M, but... like, what the hell's that even entail?"

Oh yes. Mia is suffering with the REAL kryptonite of teenagers. Figuring out her place in the world.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Oh girl, you're preaching to the chorus, or however that saying goes. I no longer believe in pretending to be human." Kara points out, which has a lot to do with why she's sitting here in the only clothes she has that aren't from Earth. Motioning at them with a wave of her hand. "But yes, if you ask Kal, that is precisely what you're suppose to do. Create a secret human identity and dumb yourself down for people, then tear your shirt off every time there's a cat in a tree.... that part I don't mind, cats are great. Have you ever seen a cat?" Of course she has right? "They're awesome."

One of the fries is gone in a flash, absently chewed while Kara is listening and thinking about how to answer. "I don't have an apartment or you would be welcome to stay there..." It's not that she dislikes Karen, that's not entirely true. It's that Karen perplexes her. She's technically her? So she's capable of becoming that woman, but it doesn't make a ton of sense how. Especially with them... bad attitudes.

Twirling fry.

"Who were you where you came from?"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia grins lopsidedly and sighs out, "I mean, I don't really have to /dumb myself down/, like... mom and dad had me go to high school. Real deal Earth high school. Cheerleaders and volleyball and science fairs where I made a baking soda volcano... so I'm... not like... baaaaah!"

She throws her hands up and huffs out a breath, "I dunno. Maybe I'll ask Wonder Woman if I can go train with the Amazons for a week or something. I bet swinging around a broadsword or a battleaxe or whatever helps clear your head pretty quick."

She snorts softly and sighs out, "I was... trying to find myself. Figure out who I was..." She screws her face up, "You know, you're not supposed to make this stuff make sense so easily. I was totally going to smash another couple burger platters before even /kind of/ coming to terms with stuff..."

She quirks an eyebrow and grins, "I mean, I /could/ just swap couches between you and her. Beats having to find a rental."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"So just be that person... she seems pretty cool." Kara points across the table when Mia discribes the person who went to school and did the volcano thingy in High School. "Just the fine details of names and all that. I know a guy who could probably get you some pretty convincing papers and all that stuff." A big grin on her thin face as her burgers arrive, loaded with fries. One is gone before the waitress even leaves.

Leaving Kara sucking ketchup from her fingers.

Kryptonians don't need to eat as often as humans do. But lord knows she still does! Food is good.

"You could, but I don't have an apartment. I stay at the Fortress or at the Tower. Me and Owen broke up and I moved out, so there goes that I guess." A half a second worth of sadness, then she moves on. It wasn't a very long relationship, it'll be fine. Not worth talking about in detail.

"I know a few of the Amazons, as it turns out. Donna, Diana.. I'm friends with them. I could pull some strings, get you in there with the friends and family discount or something?"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia groans softly, "The Fortress? It's so... sterile. And... kinda spooky?" She snickers softly and snap-points at her dear aunt, "I might take you up on that. I mean, I dunno. I just gotta find... /something/ to do. Care about. And I don't want it to be some stupid day job I use to hide my true identity, like... sure, it works if your day job is a reporter and you like print media, but... I mean, it's the twenty first century now, I can just claim I'm an Uber driver or a Door Dasher or whatever."

She frowns deeply for a moment, "How is it that they didn't run into some sort of villain who had the rights to that name? I mean like 'The DOOOOOR DASHER!' it totally sounds like some loser one of the Flashes have to fight..."

And then she's narrowing her eyes at Kara, "Want me to set you up on a rebound with someone? I can totally wingwoman for you. Not literally though. You'd need one of the Hawkwomen for that."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara waves her hands side to side, shaking her head, "no no, I'm good. No blind dates for me, thanks. I'm swearing off other people relationships and just getting to know Kara Zor-El for a while, I think." As it turns out, she's going through, has been actually, the same things Mia is. Only her's is specifically on whether she wants to pretend to be human at all.

Or just be herself.

She knows who herself is.

She was already herself when she got here and had someone else because Kal said that's how it works, but she doesn't really think that's how it works. "I think I fought a dude named Uber once. Ubermach, or... I don't know it was German. Anyways, I 30 seconds or lessed his butt to mars... not really, he's in the RAFT, but you get my meaning." Big grin.

"Or, listen, you can just be... Mia. Me, I don't want to forget who Kara Zor-El is.. I'm Kryptonian, not humanian. I never want to lose that part of me. I understand Kal's situation, he was raised here ya know? I wasn't..."

Cir-El has posed:
Mia sighs out and nods, "Well, I might still do the whole... Amazon training thing or something. I don't know. I think I know who I am, and who I want to be, and I'm just... frustrated that I'm not /doing that/ fast enough or something and..." She shrugs and sighs, "Teenagers, amirite?"

She polishes the last of her fries off in a burst of super speed, "And just... don't worry about losing you. You're awesome. If that Owen dude didn't get that or whatever, well, he can pound sand."

She frowns slightly then, "And what /is/ it with every German supercriminal being some Nazi knockoff? Like, do they not have greedy people who stumble into lab accidents in Europe? Like, Spider-Man has like fifty billion dudes who are just... CRIME DUDES. Mean while, like, German Spider-Man would have nothing but political allegories? Seems unfair."

She clicks her tongue in sorrow for imaginary German Spider-Man. "I mean, I'd think about going on a trip to space, but uhh... flying is still an iffy thing for me, and getting stuck in orbit would be /so/ dumb. But I've got options. Thanks for reminding me."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Ich bin deine freundliche Nachbarschaft Spider-Man." Kara says in relatively fluent German. She is fluent in quite a few languages, as it turns out, the only one of which she has her Kryptonian accent is English. That's funny. She finds it very funny anyways.

"I don't blame him, I'm not mad. It just didn't work out, these things happen. I'm twenty, that's what you're suppose to do. Fall in love too quickly and then break up, it's the cycle of life for young adults or something. At least that's what American Television tells me." From which she gets most of her understanding of Earth things.

With a grin, she pushes out of the booth and dusts off her hands, "If you ever want some flying lessons, let me know. It took me a few months to figure it out too, but it's not so bad once you get the basics down." Whether Mia can hear it or not, Kara glances off to the North corner of the little burger shop and nods, "But, duty calls. Germany, of all places, if you can believe that..." Feet hovering off the ground as she rises up slowly into the air, prepared to rocket away once she's given her favorite niece a hug.

"Just let me know if you need anything okay? I'll talk to Donna and Diana and see about getting you a ticket to Amazonianaa or whatever crazy long name they use for it. Themyscalara, that's it. Themysaraurus rex."

Cir-El has posed:
Mia nods solemnly, "Yes, American Television is very clear on that. Life is frequent breakups, ludicrous eating challenges, and haunted houses."

She groans softly and sighs out, "And like... I /remember/ how to fly... it's like... I remember how to drive or whatever, but sometimes the engine stalls. But the engine is like... my powers? I dunno. It's been getting better though! Probably because I keep soaking up sun."

She yields to that demand of a hug, giving an extra warm 'You are my favorite relative' squeeze.

"If you tell them I called it Themysaurus Rex, I'm going to..." She frowns sharply, "I dunno. But I'm gonna /somethin'/. Now go... fly off and be awesome! I'm gonna go.... fight crime. Maybe I can find Rhino or something, I have a /lot/ of carbs to work off."

And then Mia's leaving a generous tip on the booth table and running off in the wake of Kara presumably /literally/ rocketing off. That Aunt Kara. Always showing off.