17951/Jor-Kal's Wacky World of Science

Jor-Kal's Wacky World of Science
Date of Scene:	15 May 2024
Location:	Carol's Room - Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	There is a great deal of conversation, a subtle title change, and a lot of discussion about science in a tongue in cheek kind of way. Also, voting is fundamental.
Cast of Characters:	Kara Danvers, Carol Danvers

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Kara Danvers has posed:
It's way too late for Kara to be out, but out she is, and flying to Carol's is her destination. She settles onto the front porch with as quiet a footfall as anyone should have given how strong she actually is. Padding silently through the house with her hands tucked into the front of her oversized hoodie. She may have given up on pretending to be human, but she can't get around in her costume all the time... so she's got on that hoodie and a pair of yoga pants because comfort is what's most important.

Tilting her head into various rooms she might expect to find one Carol Danvers after relocking the door and slipping her key into her pocket. "Heellooooo?" Hopefully she's not sleeping, but honestly, when does Carol /actually/ sleep?

Carol Danvers has posed:
It's way too late for Carol to be up unless she's on monitor duty for the JLA, or Avengers, or SHIELD, or if she was halfway around the world dealing with Genosha on diplomatic matters. But if Carol was doing any of those, would the balcony door of her room at the Avengers mansion have the telltale flickering glow of a TV on?

Probably, yes. Carol is a Captain Planet villain because she always forgets to turn her TV off when she goes out. But she is _not_ out! No, Carol Danvers is wrapped up in a blanket, head peeking out, right arm also stretching out, because she can't exactly hold her beverage /inside/ the blanket. It's a minor miracle she does not in fact send ice cold Fresca down her neckline in a jolt when suddenly Kara's calling out just after the telltale DUN DUN of a Law and Order scene transition. "AHHH!!! ...I mean... uhhh... K-AHHH-ra!" Carol's head cranes back over the rear of the couch to peer upside down towards the doorway from the small central hall that leads to balcony and bedroom and washroom. Where Kara has to appear from in a moment. "...What's up? Oh god, you haven't gone all EVIL and you're here to make sure I don't stop your evil plan, right? This is a good episode Briscoe has some great snarky lines."

Kara Danvers has posed:
It's always the last place you look.

Which in this case is the balcony because she wasn't going to go sneaking into Carol's actual ROOM. That'd be inappropo for a logged scene. GAWD... AHEM..

With a quieted little grin, she hovers up over the back of the couch where Madam Global Warming is beneath her blanket watching DUN DUN... Law and order. "Hello." She repeats this, likely for the fourth or fifth time. Hands on her folded knees now in a lotus position because we can't say indian position anymore. Can we?

Rain check that.

"No, not yet evil, but the day is coming." She nods definitively, patting her thighs. "The day is coming when I will rule this weak world beneath the iron Kryptonian grip and force the lesser beings of Earth to bend upon my whims for amusement, sport, and laughs." She does her very best evil laugh, but can't help breaking into a real one only a half second into it.

"What is this program?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol sighs out heavily and shakes her head slowly. "Nope. Not allowed. Family veto. No evil turn for you. Take a vacation to that crazy dinosaur jungle down in Antarctica without telling anyone and come back claiming 'Kryptonian technology' updated your costume or whatever if you wanna start wearing black."

Does a family veto work when you aren't actually family? Yes. Yes it does. That is the power of the Danvers name.

Carol pats her /own/ lap through that blanket, an invitation for the future Kryptonian overlord to float over from back of couch to, you know, the seating part to relax. "Oh! The original Law and Order. Like, the one that's about murders, and not OTHER crimes."

She pauses for a long moment and tilts her head, "...There's got to be one of these about supercrimes right? Like, they probably do the little splash about 'Any similarity to anyone living or dead is coincidental' and then we realize the episode's about one of us?"

Her eyes slowly track towards the TV like this hypothetical show is going to spring into existence like a horror movie villain. "Also, Kara honey, trust me, you don't need to conquer the world to get Earthlings kneeling under your whims."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"I already wear black, all the time! I wear it under my costume. A costume beneath my costume, only it is bras and panties." Kara nods definitively, assertively, as if this is just the most, possibly only, important thing! The invitation to sit upon the sitting part is met with her sliding off the back of the couch onto the cushion. A little omph and a bounce, hands on her thighs.

"I could just laser eyes them in the knees. Their adventuring days would be /over/." Hands chop out to the sides, "/Over/." For someone who says she's joking about a heel turn, she sure does have a lot of heel ideas! HMMM AMIRITE?!

"Oh." Back to the tele, blinking a few times. "So they solve crimes that are normal crimes and not other crimes? Procedural television programming on Earth is very odd. On Krypton, we had this program that was about science. We called it Jor-Kals Wacky World of Science. He had puppets that would assist him in creating nuclear fission with house hold items." Speaking with her hands, circling an invisible globe, cheeks puffing out until her fingers errupt away like an explosion.

"Then there was animated explosions and comical sound effects. I enjoyed that program very much."

"My favorite character was Kleen The Snorgtooth."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol's eyes widen, narrow, her brow furrows, her mouth falls open... and then she's drinking her Fresca to occupy herself from responding. While radiating a silent 'Cool story, Kara' thought that some telepath probably picks up and is deeply, deeply confused by.

    Eyes slowly track sideways as Kara lands on the couch, and the couch handles it. Because Carol Danvers doesn't buy no 'Not rated for being hit by a dumptruck' furniture. The Avengers don't pay enough for her to be made of couches.

"I... maybe.. just... /not/ lasering people? Am I... like... I didn't put any booze in this Fresca...." Not that she sounds 100% confident about that. But she's like... she's SO sure she didn't. Totally mostly kinda sure.

Carol quirks one eyebrow, "I uhh... that... sounds educational. Kree television was mostly gladiatorial combat. Or the reality TV shows about the gladiators in between combats. Or 'How to work out like a gladiator'. I mean, great for if you want to work out. Like a gladiator. Or if you want to watch reality TV where you're like 'Oh wow, are they gonna hook up? Or fight? Oh. Fight. It's always fight.' ...I uhh... I don't think our Earth science shows teach you about nuclear fission. There was this kid who built a nuclear reactor in his garage once. Like, I mean, also probably half the science-y guys on the Avengers have done that, but..." She shrugs lightly.

And sighs out. "Oh! Don't forget about voting. Election's this year. I mean, gotta do your part for democracy. Rock the vote."