01 Network; Voice

[kallig]

[There's a short burst of static as Altair fiddles with the still unfamiliar tech. He's more used to holocomms, though this isn't entirely that different. Given the usefulness of the thing, he's sure he'll get the hang of it eventually, anyway. For now? Just getting it to stay on voice in a network post he's made himself, rather than as a reply to someone else is an a small victory.]

Greetings, all. Some of you I have met before, but allow me to introduce myself properly- I am called Kallig and I come to you today with a question- those of you who have powers, have you noticed any changes in their nature, at all? If so, might I ask the nature of the change?

[A pause.] I was something of a... [Information hoarder.] Scholar, back home.

[Not a complete lie, definitely not the whole truth.] You all might see then, why I thrive on information.




I thought it prudent to check in with you all.

If we are being tossed together to see what'll stick, then we should probably try to get to know each other enough to not wish harm on one another in the future.

Knowing if any of you are used to or not used to interstellar travel, that would be useful to know as well.

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[doubled_speed]

[Changes to powers? Hell yes.]

I can't say whether my speed is messed up or anything. Because not enough food and the like. But yeah, I used to be able to fuck with stuff to make it explode and now it's not doing that! At worst things crack. It's a mess!

[kallig]

[Well then.]

Fuck with stuff and make it explode, how exactly?

[There's the slightest hint of relief to his voice though, that it's not just him. But that hint is only really noticeable if you really listen for it.]

If things still crack though, it sounds as though your power has only weakened, not disappeared completely.

[...] As for the situation with food, it's still a work in progress, I suppose.

[He's often out in the greenhouse, himself. Though he tends to slip in and out rather unnoticed, preferring to work by himself.]

[doubled_speed]

Molecular acceleration. Of course.

[As if that is the only way it could ever been done. AS for the hint? Well, it's not like Tommy would care to listen for it. Duh. That would be boring.]

Dude, I could make things explode. Cracking is just really messed up and useless. And I farm tons, so there's food, but I can probably eat as much in a day as maybe taking half the population here who aren't, you know, super-soldiers.

[kallig]

Oh, I'm sure there are uses to merely cracking things too, depending on the size of what you can crack.

[Staying positive? Possibly. Still, he understands the frustration.]

... There are super-soldiers here?

[doubled_speed]

Of course there are. Haven't you met the Caps yet?

[Plural. All three of them that can claim to be a Captain. America, America, and Marvel. They're definitely super.]

[kallig]

The Caps?

[So much confusion. Is he supposed to have met them? Or even know who they are. The way it was said makes him think the answer to that is yes, but...]

[doubled_speed]

Captains. The Captains are all pretty super.

[Duh, they're like, heroes and stuff. Tommy judges people who don't know who they are. Tommy, of course, is not being fair.]

[kallig]

I have absolutely no clue who they are.

[Now he is curious though.

Another thing to put on his list of things to look into, he supposes.]

[doubled_speed]

Well, when you meet them, you'll know. One tells inspiring stories, one flies, and one looks like a puppy.

[kallig]

Noted.

[Considering the limited number of people, Altair is certain he'll run into them all at some point.]

[doubled_speed]

Cap America A is pretty prone to speeches too. So you'll definitely recognize it. And Cap Marvel is shiny.

[kallig]

Visual descriptions do me little good, [Unless he takes his veil off which is a big no from him,] But I'll keep your comments about tendencies to make speeches in mind.

[doubled_speed]

Why would visual not matter?

[Oh great, Tommy. Offend a guy who might be disabled.]

[kallig]

I'm sure you can find an answer to that, yourself.

[doubled_speed]

Or you could, I don't know, tell me. Save us both some time?

[kallig]

[Sigh.]

Let's just go with "visuals don't matter for reasons that are entirely my own".

[doubled_speed]

So what, you some kind of alien that doesn't have eyes but has, like, really sensitive antenna?

[kallig]

I have eyes.

[...]

I just keep them covered. For reasons that are entirely my own.

[doubled_speed]

So you're blind. Or they're broken. Or you have laser vision and whenever you uncover them PEW!

[kallig]

No, no, and no again.

[What he has now is just a headache.]

[doubled_speed]

[And Tommy's having fun. You've made it a guessing game.]

Your eyes are a weird color. They have cat pupils. They have GOAT pupils. They glow. They're radioactive.

[kallig]

My eyes are perfectly normal for my species, thank you.

[doubled_speed]

Huh. That's cool. What species? I know Kree and Skrull and I met a girl from a world I can't pronounce. She glowed like all sorts of light and could shoot light from her hands.

[What? Why wouldn't the mutant kid be accepting of aliens? Especially when his brother-in-law-to-be is one?]

[kallig]

Pantoran.

[Lies lies lies lies lies.]

[doubled_speed]

Never heard of those. Cool! I'm Tommy. I'm a mutant. Which is, like, a human subspecies or something.

So writing down a new alien species and taunting Billy with having met you first.