(no subject)

[canttrickmeanymore]

These books are heavy - he lost his backpack again - why was he taking advanced chem? That book alone weighs a ton. And since he doesn't have time to go to his locker before chem, he's gotta carry the damned thing to Spanish class too.

Sure, he has his shiny super strength, but that doesn't make heavy books any less heavy - it just means it takes a little longer to be uncomfortable. He shifts again to settle the books in his arms and hopes the door isn't closed when he gets to the classroom.

Even better, he meets up with Ned on his way to class. Ned is still in the mode of asking him random Spider-Man questions, but he has at least gotten the hint to not ask them quite so loudly anymore (it only took a year). Then they switch over to talking about Spanish homework...

"No, Ned, we don't have a test today, but we probably have to still answer everything in Spanish..." as he steps through the door, only for his Spanish class to suddenly look a lot not like a classroom and his best friend seems to have gone astray. And that's pretty damned weird.




[[ooc: He's in the mode of keeping his secret identity (mostly) secret - so, unless he's told you, please let's not canon puncture the kid. And we're somewhere between Homecoming and Infinity War.

Marvel folks: superhero types - if you wanna CR having met outside the bar, totally game, and he probably would've told you all of his names like a doofy fanboy weirdo. (I'm Peter... oh, we're using our made-up names...)

Deadpool: what even are 4th walls - knock yourself out, babe.]]

Comments

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Your Spanish teacher makes you do the whole class in Spanish?" The blond teenage boy sitting at a booth next to the door asks. "Sounds -- rough."

Yamato's not exactly a great linguist. He's scraping a passing grade in English, but he's far more of a science kid.

[canttrickmeanymore]

"Uh..." No, he wasn't expecting random and sudden conversation from strangers. "...well, yeah. It's fourth year Spanish, so, kinda."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato grimaces, because he's pretty sure that he'll never be good enough at Spanish -- or English, or French -- to spend a whole class talking it without making himself sound like an idiot.

So it goes.

"Doesn't look like whoever you were talking to has come with you," he says. "This your first time here? There are, er, leaflets, I think. That explain the whole thing."

[canttrickmeanymore]

Now he looks even more confused. "Where?" Aside from 'not in Spanish class', he's not entirely sure where he is.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Right, so, er," Yamato thinks for a moment, because how to explain this? He's not exactly a dab hand at doing the whole introductory spiel. "So, this is a kind of nexus point where multiple universes and multiverses all cross over. I'm probably not from your world, for example, and the front door for me leads back to my world."

Beat.

"Also it is a bar."

[canttrickmeanymore]

"Multiverses?" He slides his books onto a table - they're heavy, all right? - and he continues, "Multiverse - the multiverse is real?" Want to see a science nerd get excited?

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Multiple multiverses," Yamato says, with the equal enthusiasm of another science nerd. "I come from a multiverse that seems to be a closed system of eight universes, and it's part of a bigger multiverse that's also a closed system, and there's probably other people here whose worlds are also closed multiverses. Like a matryoshka."

A universe which fits into a multiverse which fits into whatever-the-larger-collection-of-multiverse-is which fits into whatever-the-next-step-up-from-that-is.

Yamato grins for a second. It's not a good grin, for reasons that are about twenty percent that he has visible fangs, but eighty percent just that he looks like he has no idea how to move his face to make an actual smile. It's an attempt, though.

"Anyway, so this place is some sort of nexus or focal point, and it transports people from their worlds to it. If you can see the front door, though, you can get back to your world that way."

[zenigatcha]

"You're going to have a bit of trouble with that, seeing as you just walked into Milliway's translation field," Zenigata says with a look up from his paperwork. The big man smiles, before he says, "You look a little lost. I'm Inspector Zengiata, of Interpol. What's your name?"

Zenigata is good with kids, and with the lost and confused. Years of being a cop, and all, trained him into not being a total moron about talking with the public.

[canttrickmeanymore]

That catches his interest. Not the Interpol part. The translation field part. "Wait... a-a translation 'field'? With no delay? Or earpieces? How- how does that work?"

[zenigatcha]

Zenigata cleared up some papers, before he flagged a rat down and gestured for the boy to join him.

"It's part of the Bar, and she keeps her secrets pretty well," he explained, before he getured to the rat waiting for them. "That's Rennie, he's part of the waitrat staff. You're not on earth, and you're definitely not in your own dimension. This is Milliway's. First drink's free, and... well, you're a kid, you'll be provided for when you're here. Or something to eat or drink, and I'll give you the whole explanation."

[canttrickmeanymore]

He eyeballs the rat. That's a little odd. No, that's a lot odd.

"Did - did a rat just come over here -" He's not entirely sure what the rat is doing.

[zenigatcha]

"His name's Rennie. You come here long enough, you start to get to know them."

The rat looks at both of them impatiently.

"Karaage and a bowl of miso ramen for me. Whatever the kid wants, my tab," Zenigata tells him, before he lifts his brows and looks at the kid. Well, boy, you gonna get lunch and talk about the end of the universe, or you gonnna stare at the rat?

[canttrickmeanymore]

The rat is kind of freaking him out a little. But, he asks for the same thing Zenigata does - it sounds tasty. He also tacks on a soda.

"That's still weird." And he's seen some weird stuff.

[have_no_mercy]

Tess would ask if he's old enough to be in the bar, but then there's a two year old who wanders about so it's kind of a moot point.

"Plenty of tables to put those down on."

The books, of course. She remembers how heavy they can be.

[canttrickmeanymore]

A glance around. "Yeah, thanks." The books end up on a table. "Wh-what is this place?" Because his Spanish class shouldn't be a bar.

[have_no_mercy]

"It's called Milliways. You've been transported to the end of the universe."

She says this, waving for him to sit down.

"It's not as bad as that sounds."

[canttrickmeanymore]

He slides into a chair. "Did my Spanish class move? Because that'll make getting there on time difficult."

[have_no_mercy]

"No, you moved. Your Spanish class should be right there waiting for you when you get back."

"You can see the door, right?"

[canttrickmeanymore]

"Well, that's convenient." About his class not moving. "Door?" he asks, then glances back to where he came in. "Yeah, there's a door. What does that mean?" Hey, here, it could mean something weird for all he knows.

[daringyoungman]

[OOC: I hope this isn't too late! I had to wrap some of my slowtimes but I've been thinking of thie post...]

"Oh hey, what're the chances?"

Dick is also doing Spanish homework. But Dick is in middle school so his homework looks a bit different.

He's also 'doing' his homework by the time honoured method of doing a handstand over the book in the assumption that the blood rushing to his head will help. And also he's on top of a rafter near the ceiling.

But that's not unusual, right?

[canttrickmeanymore]

[ooc: not at all!]

Peter blinks and looks up, having pinpointed the origin of the sound with his enhanced hearing. He balances his books on one arm and waves with the other. "Hey!" He doesn't know this kid in the rafters, but the gymnastics are intriguing.

[daringyoungman]

Dick shifts his weight to one hand to lift the book up, and wave it.

"Spanish," he explains. "This is the best place for homework 'cause you don't miss anything at home."

Not that the things he'd miss - crimefighting, training, hanging out with a multimillionaire businessman - are anything like the kind of thing Peter would be missing - girls and sports and video games probably.

Obviously deciding that handstands from above are an antisocial way of talking to people, he drops the book back to the rafter and himself out of it, hanging one-handed and simian-like for a second before dropping down.

"You look new, am I right?"

[canttrickmeanymore]

"So I hear -" the coming and going and whatnot. It's still kinda weird. Cool, but weird.

Nope, Peter's not so much with the girls and the sports and more with the billionaire businessman and crimefighting and computer building. Video games are spot-on though.

He watches the one person he's seen so far who looks younger than him hop down from the rafters. Then nods. "It was the wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights look, wasn't it?"

[daringyoungman]

Even when down at a normal-human eye height, Dick utterly fails to stand like a normal human. He crouches on a chair, his feet tucked under him on the seat, his hands resting on the chair back. And he nods.

"You get used to it," both the bar and being able to spot a newbie from a distance. "I've been coming here since I was eleven and seen a lot of new people. Kids eat free, by the way.

"Have you had the full intro?"

[canttrickmeanymore]

"Since you were eleven? So, like, eight or nine years now?" He's teasing, obviously. Then a look. "When you say 'kids', is that like standard restaurant 12-and-under or anyone not considered an 'adult' in their world?" Because that is a very important distinction.

He nods. "Yeah. I - don't understand some of it, but I've gotten the run-down. This place is weird."