16505/Chillin in a lawnchair with a sixer... on the moon

Chillin in a lawnchair with a sixer... on the moon
Date of Scene:	07 December 2023
Location:	Mare Serenitatis
Synopsis:	Mia learns to fly out to the moon and Kara comes to celebrate. They talk of wieners. Fin.
Cast of Characters:	Cir-El, Kara Danvers

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Cir-El has posed:
Mia's been training. Practicing. Less of the 'Punchy punch, throw a tank, terrify criminals' training, and more... like, mundane uses of her unique physiology. Which is to say, having managed to get to the 'I can take off and land and break orbit if I'm charged up' phase of space travel. And how do you make sure you've got things reliably working? Well, you fly to the moon. Sure, she carted along an oxygen tank and a mask /just in case/, but her main cargo was a folding lawnchair and a cooler.

And now Mia is reclined in her folding lawnchair with a scowl on her face, fingers having tapped a message to her aunt Kara accompanied by a picture of Earth, captioned 'I'm on the MOON, BITCHES!!'

The cooler's cracked open, silver can peeking free, the next in line to join the four that are popped open and tossed to the moon dust beside her chair.

Mia reaches down to grab that unopened can, lifting it into her line of sight and staring at it, brows furrowing, expression serious... but nothing's happening. She appears to /actually just be staring at it.

Kara Danvers has posed:
The concept of flying to the moon is novel, but it's not something unfamiliar to Kara. After receiving the message, the Maiden of Might breaks orbit and zeroes in on her niece seated upon her folding chair with the cracked open cooler.

One loop and she hovers above her neice, cape hanging in the void of space where the moons limited gravity does very little to shift the heavy fabric laid off to one side of her hips. Like her skirt, like her hair. Frozen.

With a grin on her face.

She lowers down onto booted feet and walks towards Mia with a tilt of her head from one side to the other. A finger points at her lips, then out at Mia, "Can you talk yet?" The sound is ... odd. It's not the same as her usual speaking voice by any metric because she's literally forcing air into a vacuum.

Yet another talent of super human physiology.

Cir-El has posed:
Mia kicks her right foot up onto her left leg, because she is _too_ cool for school, and it's important to be relaxing to the max when your aunt arrives to visit you on the moon and all. Also, there might be a little twinge of jealousy because her vision's good enough to track Kara from orbit to the moon and she went so /fast/! Jeeze. Well, another goal to be focused on attaining.

Her mouth works silently for a moment as her eyebrows shoot up at her aunt talking to her. Her own voice waivers with uncertainty, but it appears she's got the knack... then again, Super Breath /was/ one of her first powers to really kick into full gear. "Uhhh... I think so? I feel like I'm talking and I /hear/ me, but... what if that's in my head or whatever? God this is so..."

She regains that glower and points an accusing finger at her unopened can, "DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T DRINK IN A VACUUM?!" She cracks the top and the can immediately hisses out a cloud of vaporized beverage. "THAT IS SOME BULLSHIT!"

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara grins at Mia's antics, head canting to the other side while watching her niece suck in air from a vacuum to force it out into something like words. It takes a second to understand, but she's got some experience with it, flying around with Kal.

"I could explain why, but it would be boring and long winded nonsense about how oxygen in a vacuum is quickly dissipated instantly into nothingness... The short version." With her hands on her hips, standing next to her nieces chair with her hair frozen like a blonde, pale skinned statue.

"You made it up here, but have you figured out how to get yourself back through atmosphere? You have to go fast enough that your clothes don't burn off..."

Cir-El has posed:
Mia's lips press into a thin little line, a very 'Yes, that sounds like long winded nonsense.' line. It's a familiar expression to those who know her. But she huffs out a sigh, or at least pantomimes one into the vacuum.

Right up until Kara asks the question. The question Mia had never considered and her eyes widen as she shakes her head slowly, "Wait, you what? That's... but... they didn't burn off getting up here! And I was going fast! Like... I was Sonic the Hedgehog! ...Awww man, I shoulda brought chili do- no no, they'd freeze. I should /get/ chili dogs..."

Eyes widen and she springs up, an unheard THUD rippling through the moon and her feet leaving a new crater on the Moon. Not huge, but... it's enough to hold the suddenly crumpled remains of her cheap folding lawn chair, "Oh my god, we should go get chili dogs! C'mon, I know you like a loaded dog!"

Eyebrows perk downright daringly at her aunt Kara, before Mia's glancing towards the big blue glory that is Earth, trying to pick out the best trajectory to land somewhere with a solid chili dog. Washington DC? Detroit? Cincinnati? All possible choices... though she supposes not-Washington is more likely to not end with the military panicking...

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Okay, first off, they're not called Dogs... nobody eats dogs on Earth, because dogs are pets and you don't eat pets." Kara holds up a finger, "They're called wieners." This is important, very important. "And I could very much go for a wiener in my mouth right now. One loaded with all kinds of condements, onions, and other such thingsies." Wiggling her fingers, Kara practically beams in delight at the notion of going for a wiener.

Her feet begin to lift off from the Moons surface, hovering backwards into the still void of darkness. Her hair folds up against the side of her face, oddly. "It's not so bad, though.. just straighten your body out once you feel the surface heating up. Push forward as hard as you can to build up speed and break through before the surface friction grows too great and starts to burn."

Cir-El has posed:
Mia's brow furrows again... time traveller memory sucks, because she /swears/ they were called dogs in the future. But... time travel, multiverse theory, head trauma... Kara seems REALLY certain. Wieners it is.

"Okay! That sounds pretty easy. Fall /faster/. Rock 'n roll."

Mia's own shortly shorn hair doesn't really have the length necessary to get in her face, and in a moment she is floating up as well, and then rocketing towards the Earth at speeds impressive for anyone who's not, you know, an experienced and full-blooded Kryptonian.

Which means she's basically pedaling a tricycle towards Earth compared to Kara. Wheeee! Right. Wait for the feel of the friction and then push through and speed up. A brief flash of heat and then a smooth landing without any flames burning away clothing.

Cincinnati's local newspaper is offering a reward for anyone who got pictures of a shooting star that light up the evening sky.