The Tower: Lounge 'living room'?
"It..HAPPENED, because of THAT woman?" Lucy started out, snapping her fingers then pointing to the brownie bites container, to which Kelly went for, opening and holding out for each to take one should they wish to do so. Mrs. Danvers, both of them, nodded and on that action, Lena sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. "You went to school with her?" Lane glanced Luthor's way, watching from the corner of her eye when the FIRST storyteller of the evening decided to might as well, and get over the feat, that which her sister had annoyed her via text messaging earlier in the day. She relented, surrendering to her fate. THUS began…Kara Danvers'... . . …story?...of events.
"Okay. Ummm…how to begin. I KNOW! ONCE upon a time.." As Supergirl began her tale, two of the gang pinched the bridge of their noses with shut eyes and mildly quiet groans.
**FLASHBACK: A MONTH before the mantle changed….again.
CATCO Bullpen
After the spit and spat of threats, alongside degrading commentary, when Kara's cerulean eyes scanned the room, she found herself relaxing some. The once increased prior tension, defensive nature, had lessened a bit, keeping Kara from setting anything else on fire, or ashes to ashes. Though, the currently 'doghouse borne' head honcho was raaaather close to being space dust. Usually, her control was better, but after Andrea Rojas' actions, that edge of her temper couldn't help but still be a wee bit teetery. It wasn't so much the control factor, as she preferred not to go to prison from burning someone alive. Now, the cell? The Macbook? The chair? Maybe melt the chair. Or..'give the chair to Alex.' No. Better to melt the chair. Waaaait. 'The CHAIR!' Ohhhh the chair. GIVE the chair to Alex. It might settleTHAT debt. 'Hmmmm.' Mental conversations were SO therapeutic. Kelly would be proud. She was growing up, SO fast.
Temptation? Oh, that went for a decisional mode in her mind, to hand over a no doubt grand or so or MORE of the newest model X-Chair to her sis? That could totally make up for the reaaaaally nice one her 'behind' had broken when she sneezed. The world's most embarrassing event indeed, that had caused her to roll back into the wall, cracking that some too. Although, explaining at Game Night, why former Director Danvers was missing her throne, it brought looks of confusion, nervousness and a tinge of fear to the fray. Kara relinquished her fate, remembering that humiliating evening.
**PAUSE!
"Okay, okay, okay okay. Hang on. If we are gonna do this right, BEFORE you make a dodo out of yourself, since you can't keep your paws off that bowl of watermelon slices, I've gotta take over. Sorry Sis." Alex smirked, to which Kara grumbled something in Kryptonese, that she was certain might have been a snapback argument but it didn't stop her. "Forrrrrr MY amusement," Alex snickered, "ONCE upon a time.."
***A 'FLASHIER' Game Night Flashback: dust unsettled.
Alex, Kelly and Esme's NEW place, (with their daughter at Grandma Eliza's)..
"Hey Alex, where's the ROYAL 'butt warmer? Are we in the Twilight Zone?" Lena asked, with J'onn and Nia humming the theme for the show, adding chuckles around the room, MINUS...one.
"Ha! THAT would NEVER happen. Like really. You, without your chair, is like being unarmed by choice, when there's free reign for firepower usage. " Lucy, back to the gang gamin' evenings added nonchalantly. "Just sayin."
"Statistics indicate.." A hand was slapped over his mouth.
"No. Just no." Alex, with one glare, had cut off the 12th Level Intellect's attempt at calculative conversation pieces.
"Duly noted." Brainy went with, mumbling with the palm still in place.
"It's broken?" The emerald eyed genius chimed in, curious if that was the reason.
"Very." One word answer, from Alex Danvers..? RUN for cover, as fast as you can! The safety's off, disengaged in her GLEEFUL expert hand.
"...how…?" Lena had no qualms about replacing it, if she could. Anyone that wasn't given permission, got in that chair, they would LEARN to recognize the tone of its Captain. A sudden gulp, brought eyes landing on one person and one only. That same individual that seemed to sink where she sat, trying to shrink away and disappear from pondering gazes.
"Ask 'missy' here, whose..ass, broke it." A silence so great, that the crickets could be heard. Hues landed on Alex's face. "What?" A groan, a turn, with a face hidden into a pillow warranted question marks to animatedly float above their heads. Eyes went from one to the other, continuously.
"Did she..run INTO it?" Shake of head, equaled the guessing game to continue. "Trip OVER it?" Shake, shake, shake, THEN shake again, with a groan of what sounded like embarrassment in said cushion, had Nia asking, instead of Lena.
"Heat vision?" Side to side did it turn, with a sip from her beer, giving an indication to ask again. "Freeze breath?"
"No-P-e." Alex popped the 'P' and Lucy asked next.
"I got this, I got this. She FLEW in from the balcony and RIGHT into your chair." With a groan deepening and head shoved eeeeven deeper into the pillow, body slightly levitating off of the sofa and turned at an angle, brought quirking brows up with valid reasoning. Four more guesses, with said pillow clenched, the floating one went 180 degrees until hovering upside down above them all, looking upright while the older Danvers smirked and sipped the brew in unbridled deviousness of the payback kind.
"No...and my ASS," a mild profanity from blondie lockes? Say it ain't so?! Not a good sign, nonetheless she marched on. "..didn't break it purposely! There was dust in the air! DUST!" She flung her head upright, well..downward at them. Or up. Or down. Back in the pillow she buried. "Look, you had A LOT of dust around okay?" Head flung up, down, angled..again. "It's true! Okay?" Aaaaaand head in the sand. Pillow. It's fluff. "It is."
They waaaaited for more of THIS explanation. Eyes were peeking over the surface of the cushion. "Dust is evil and it can't be seen by everyone ALL the time." The pillow was pulled away from her breathing center, eyes as seriously cerulean as they could get, teetering with a sadness not meant to be on the golden retriever's face. "Not even me everytime. I couldn't see it, at that moment. I SHOULD have. I should have." Burying would ensue shortly, if not flee entirely. The sadness was increasing, someone might need to find the tissue box, it could rain at any moment. "I should have KNOWN! I SHOULD have told you but THEN, I was too far gone. It was too late. It..it had won and it had been inhaled and those little buggers were tickly." Hues flung to their own, only…..to return to the dunes of softness her fingers kneaded in. "They were okay? They were." Her bottom lip was trembling, with eyes gazing into the universal fuzz of the pillow clenched in her hands, in her lap. "I really didn't mean to, it just happened and my super speed couldn't stop the inevitable and it defeated me. Dust! It DEFEATED me!"
One hand left the cushion, clenched into a fist that shook with her head up from her angle, signaling the battle she had fought. "I felt weak against it. Weak! So weak." Her hand unclenched and fell onto the pillow, with shoulders sagging. "I sneezed. They call it achoo's. Achoo's!" Clenched again to….drop back on the pillow. "I did. They were. I..and I was seated and it was unlocked at the feet, with no brakes. Wait!" She gasped, eyes wide with a realization not once before thought of. "The brakes! They were faulty! Were..no." Sagging in defeat again, with the army of resistance fleeing the scene, did the explanation continue. "They weren't, and the floor had just been cleaned so it was shiny and smooth, so free of dust. DUST! Dust ON the floor! No. The dust was gone. All gone. No. NO!"
The clenched fist returned, the fierce LOOK returned, the WILL to go on! To fight! NEVER surrender! But then….. "But not everywhere! Why? WHY?! Why wasn't it everywhere? Why! How is that possible!" Sagging, fallen, tension ebbing out of her tightened muscles. The war waged on. She FOUND the strength buried deep within to continue, to recall the events.
It had been tempting to comment, but the words just COULDN'T form, while the ramble just rolled right along. "That cleaner is TOO lemony! Lemon! LEMON and DUST! How could you?! How COULD YOU, Alex! How?! Well? Why? It was so wrong." She sniffled. "The evil particles surrounded me. It had to have been when I huffed out at the stupid scene on your TV. You have such poor taste in shows sometimes. Not all the time. Just sometimes. Not our sisters' night ones but..maybe, a quarter of the time. Okay? It's true. Not all true. Some, true. There's truth to it. There is. Where was I.."
That's right! The WARRIOR would prevail! "Well that lemon monster...okay maybe it was the lemon. It WAS! It WAS! It was the lemon! NOT the dust! It's your fault! Yours! YOU picked that kind! You did it on purpose. On purpose! You had! Had you? Was this? It was! It..why must you DO this? Was this some form of payback? No, you didn't. You wouldn't! Would you?" That damn trembling lip might be the death of Alexandra Danvers one of these days. "It was cruel. So cruel. Pick a different kind."
Her resolve, it had returned! "There had been too much of it used by then. Okay and it was so slippery and the chair rolled quicker than it was supposed to and I couldn't hold in the a-CHOO or I might have blown icicles through the wall or the door or the TV and it JUST wasn't listening! I..I sneezed. I rolled. I um...ummm...I rolled back and uh, I backed into the wall." Kara huffed. Her sister just drank her beer aaaaaand WAITED for the rebuttals, responses.
"So, when you sneezed," Lucy began, all but briefly two, perhaps three notches above a whisper, actually louder than that, to everyone but those with enhanced 'Super' senses.
"..the chair went backwards," Kelly went with, as Alex nodded.
"When it went backwards, it ran into the wall?" Nia asked. Groan and nod in retort.
"She was seated, sneezed, flew back too quickly and crashed the chair back against that wall." Lena said, getting a hand gesture by a smiling agent to go on right ahead. "In doing so the chair had been broken by the impact." The pillow dropped and everyone peaked up to a fling of hands, as if Kara had Italian in her, with how animated it was getting. Two HEAVY huffs, aaaaaand..
"I DIDN'T mean for the chair, for the back, the rest, I was against, in the chair..the chair my ummmm I was sitting in, that my butt was on that hit the back of the chair and the WALL was still standing! It IS still standing! THAT'S progress! It really is! I'm SORRY I butt bumped your chair and broke it Alex." If a pin was to be dropped, it would be heard as well as Kryptonian ears could pick up, when Kara finally finished her words. Then WITHOUT a second thought, Lucy the 'returned' Lane, decided a comment was indeed necessary.
"Soooo, it WASN'T poor maintenance? It was...Mr Clean?"
***End of THAT Flashback.
BACK to CATCO: ..where the Kryptonian's thoughts did go.
Kara pinched the spot between her shut eyes, trying to clear away the memory so as not to reveal why there might have been a look of embarrassment on her face. She didn't need to give away something so..stupid as that. Now that she thought about it, this was helping her soothe the anger, the upset. Still, of all the possible choices, it had to involve the 'chair'. Okay. That was settled. She was jacking the chair. Would she be able to? Could she? Noooo. That's, that's stealing! She doesn't steal. She's Supergirl! 'Debt for the HELL she put me through? Rao, she put me through alot. Ratings! UGH! Confiscating property to pay off the debt? That works! I'm confiscating the electric stapler then. That thing is so..quiet! Yep. It's decided.'
She had never been so very grateful that Martians couldn't read Kryptonian thoughts. If they did, J'onn would make her take a psych exam. M'gann would no doubt make J'onn take one then, for his questioning her.. 'self-thoughts? That sounded decent enough for a term. This would probably result in her sister popping off with some comment, resulting in her having to take one as well, on pressure from their 'Space Dad' and his unreasonably reasonable new rule for their patrol by heroism. In that case? RUN! Run far, FAR, away.
**PRESENT! The present COURSE of comments.
The Tower: Lounge 'living room.'
"SO, does anyone wanna PLAY musical chairs?" Danvers smirked, about to take a bite of her third brownie bite, only for her to chomp on air knocking her teeth together harshly.
"Depends! Hey Kelly, where's your deck of ink splotches?" Sighs were heard, ponderment of her wording leaving Kara positively puzzled. "What'd I say?"
"Hey Danvers?" Alex turned her head and arched one brow at Lucy. "Which gets better good vibrations, the chair OR your array of goodies in that safe you've got camouflaged as a cabinet?" Heads united in the same direction that Lane pointed.
"The ones that are bluetooth?"
"Whaaaa…" Lena started.
"Your chair can be charged?" Kelly gasped, shocked at this realization that her wife hadn't mentioned. Her wife couldn't help it, letting it fly.
"Almost everything has the 'batteries not included' label to it.
"QUICK! Get me a lemon!" Lucy spoke up, lifting a hand in the air, closed fist and all.
"Whyyyyy?" Alex feared the answer, but couldn't help it.
"Screw that. She's got her spots. Make her a personal tickle me elmo."
"She's always warm and that could rattle her enough to adjust the settings."
"Kryptonian batteries are unavailable at this time. Try again in your next life." Mrs. Danvers, more so Olsen-Danvers, added to the conversation. Kara Zor-El Danvers, glared then decided it was time for her own payback.
"I fried the motor for your mount Sis. Guess you gotta shake, rattle and roll your way to begging your wife for another." All jaws dropped. "Game. Set. Match." No one could comment, comebacks had flown the coop as had Supergirl, right out the balcony. It was only then, was an unexPECTED sentence displayed on a small note pad at the table.
You bring the heat, Lexy? Take it like a Danvers, and sit on THAT and spin. Lucy taught me that phrase. Aren't you proud? Your throne looks GREAT in my office by the way.
Love,
A one of a kind heater seater.