[action - lobby] - 01 Krypton

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[This teen is pretty tall for his age and his upper back is pretty solid in the black shirt with the red S shield he's wearing, no one could miss him (unless they were purposefully ignoring him). He doesn't look too impressed, either, more confused than angry (his short temper and anger issues will crop up soon enough!) as he glares down at the directory with a furrowed brow. He folds his arms across his chest and only grows all the more frustrated as his eyes dart over the screen to better understand the layout of the map laid out in front of him.

Too bad Robin wasn't around to help him, that kid was so tech savvy that Superboy sometimes wondered if the Boy Wonder had been born for just that purpose alone, to understand computers and software.

But how did he come to be here in the first place? They had just left Bialya. Everyone was preparing to head home for a good night's rest. Closed his eyes and bam, Superboy found himself not in his usual closet where he had stood asleep hours ago but in some strange and unfamiliar place.]

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[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind that red and white blur, that's just Impulse speeding around the school, hoping to find some rule-breakers or something exciting. --Is that the S shield? He skids to a stop next to Superboy as soon as he sees it and stares up at him.]

Kon? Is that you? [He looks like Superman, but not Superboy. Impulse is confused.] What are you wearing?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Kon? Who the hell is 'Kon'? Superboy blinks and directs his full attention down to the other teen. Confusion deepens the crease in his brow and Superboy glances down at himself, at his shirt.

Now what's wrong with his shirt..?]

I don't know a Kon.

...is there something wrong with my shirt? [Don't be dissing on the S-Shield, bro, or else Supey here is going to be growly-growly, which he is.]

finally a reason to use this icon

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

It's not even a costume! Where's the spandex? [But that's not what's important here. Even with the spandex, he wouldn't look exactly like Kon.]

Did you get...old? [He sounds horrified. Maybe they wiped his memory, too!] What did they do to you?!

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is fast becoming a familiar sight, although the tall frame and very clear blue eyes are a bit different. Mitsuru still has a fairly good guess, based on personal experience observation what the problem is.

She was initially heading for the library, but instead pauses by the directory board, and the newcomer.]

"What are you looking for?"

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

My team. The League...

[Superboy fixes her with his frustrated glower.]

A way out of here.

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

[She's certainly equal to glowering. Or rather, fixing-someone-with-a-steady-eye-and-almost-but-not-quite-glaring. Either way, she meets him, eye to eye, quite easily...Granted that she needs to look up a little in order to do so, but Mitsuru manages.]

"Another off worlder, I take it?"

[That should probably be 'a fellow off worlder,' but she doesn't elaborate on it just yet. 'The League' also makes her pause for a moment, before pressing on.]

"You might be better suited to adapting, instead of spending your energy like this."

[A hand is waved at the him, and the directory, which amazing doesn't have any holes bored through it by his glare.]

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[It was surprising, how much time had to be put towards classes everyday. Since she had arrived just the day prior to the start of class, she hadn't really had time to explore the facility-- and now that the first week of classes were over, M'gann was finally granted some free time.

She was walking around the first floor in her civilian clothing now-- her skin had taken on a pale, peach hue to help her blend in to the rest of her classmates-- but when she saw that familiar tall frame, M'gann stopped dead in her tracks. Was it him? Could it be possible?

Forget walking, M'gann was flying now, straight towards Superboy as she couldn't contain her happiness at seeing a familiar face.]

Superboy!

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[That voice... Superboy recognized that voice. His superhearing is quick to catch the sound of a body gliding through the air and he spins just in time to catch sight of a redhead flying in his direction. But wait ... something's... off...

Superboy stares and then finally notices the missing green skin tones. It's almost like Megan from the television show he's seen a few times in the Cave, but it's not actually Megan Megan, it's...]

...M'gann?

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[Landing before him, Superboy's obvious confusion sparks confusion in herself as well.]

Of course! Who else would it be?

[But she look down and realizes that of course something seems a little off. Her palm meets her forehead.] Hello, Megan! Green skin!

[She morphs her skin back to its unique shade of green, the change starting from her toes and moving all the way to her head.]

Did anyone else arrive with you? Or are you alone?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden watches him glare a hole into the directory for a bit, just puffing on her cigarette. ]

You're new. [ Not a question, but there's some openeness in her expression--well, you have to shift aside the unpleasant amusement first--that suggests she might actually answer questions. ]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[He'll stop burning holes into the directory for a minute to snap his attention over to the person who's talking to him. His eyes lower briefly to the cigarette being puffed on and then lift again.

Hi, glaring holes into you now, Kiden.]

Who are you?

[Strangers strangers, everywhere. Where were they all coming from besides 'Time Compression'?]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ An eyeroll. ]

Someone in the same boat as you, so chill. [ Her eyes slide from him to the directory he's glowering at. ] What are you looking for?

[fierybluebird]

Bad day?

[Arches eyebrow.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

It might have started out that way... maybe.

[Yes. Just a bit.]

[fierybluebird]

Sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[]

At least you're actually using the directory. A lot of people just ignore it.

1/2

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

I'm about ready to rip it out of the ground--

[Growls in frustration and trails off...]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[..to stare at the horned thing speaking to him.]

Uh-

[...there's no way that's a G-gnome...]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm not human. I'm a chameleon, I'm a cadet, and I've been here for over a year.

[]

And don't rip the directory out. Some of like to show it to the newbies.

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

[Bulla's on her way out when she notices a new face. There are plenty of people she's only seen around campus and never spoken to, but she's fairly sure she's never seen him before at all.

The confused scowl is also a good indicator.]

Uh...hi. New around here? I can give you a tour if you want.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

I don't need a tour. [Frustration, it rolls off of him.]

I need to get back to the Cave.

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

The Cave?

[Bulla blinks.]

I've never heard of it. Somewhere on your world, I guess?

[She sighs a bit.]

Sorry, but nobody's ever figured out how to reverse Time Compression.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[After finally snapping to her senses, Cissie's been enjoying her walks through Garden. Life was a wonderful thing! It just took stupid Time Compression to make her see that again.

So of course, the minute she spots Superboy? Ohgod, it's Kon. Granted, he looks a little different without his earring and leather jacket, but she'd ask him about his fashion choices.

Sorry Supes: incoming Cissie hug!] Kon! It's so good to see you!

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Superboy's use to his teammates coming at him with hugs (M'gann anyways) or slaps on the back or friendly bro-punches to the arm, that sort of thing... but when a stranger he doesn't know launches herself at him for a hug? That's where his fast reflexes and animal instincts kick in to brace himself and quickly retaliate.

He barely has time to catch the sudden movement, however, only hearing the voice, trapped in a brief hug before he goes to shove her off.]

Why are you people calling me Kon?!

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Okay wow, not the reaction she was expecting. Without hesitating, she steps back and stares at him.]

Be...cause... that's your name? Wow, um. I guess you don't remember me?