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[pullsneedles]

The house is nice and clean and there's cider simmering on the stove. The table has a small buffet setup with curry and make-your-own-riceballs.

With how cozy the house is, it'd be hard to guess that four people could have ever lived comfortably here, especially when two of them were young boys. There's a big bed with a blue pillow and a dresser with a mirror, a scrap of red cloth, and a little blue shoe.

Outside, Wess, Lighter, and Fuel are all waiting with Boney and the sheep. There's a fence, a doghouse, and a small stable.

Each person is easy to tell from the others. Wess is clearly the oldest, somewhat short with white, sparse hair. Lighter is tall and muscular, stubble on his chin and a 2x4 on his shoulder. Fuel looks to be about the same size as Lucas, the light still in his young eyes. All three are bundled up, with Fuel running around with Boney.

"Welcome to my house," Lucas says as he brings everybody in.

Comments

[basic_powers]

There's a derisive snort from Beauford.

"Let's not make it like he singled out just superheroes. He's an anti-everything happy and grey jerk in every world."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah laughs softly. "Probably. It's just really close to what happened to my Mom and uncles."

[basic_powers]

"...That's just a fat sack of crap no matter what world it happens in." Beauford rasps sagely, then fingers a spot on his side through his clothes.

"It's not right to do that to someone who saves lives on a regular basis."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah nods, agreement, but she's looking sideways at Beauford now, her head slightly tilted. Her gaze drops to the spot on his side, then up to his face.

For a few seconds she's so focused on questions she's not going to ask that she forgets to say anything at all.

[basic_powers]

Beauford glances up in time to catch the look she's giving his side, and offers a wry smile.

He's got a good guess as to what some of those unasked questions are.

[raptorcanaria]

So he probably understands why she doesn't ask them.

Instead she smiles back. "It's still kinda hard explaining to my friends in Milliways why I don't know my own best friends' real names."

[basic_powers]

"Especially the ones that comes from places that don't have superheroes in them?" Beauford half-asks, right now he's thinking about how he had to explain things about his world to Zak and Mara. "Like trying to explain a computer to a guy who comes from a world with nothing tech beyond steel-age weaponry."

[raptorcanaria]

"...yeah," Dinah agrees, loving that analogy. "That's it, exactly. And there's always 'why didn't you just become a cop' or 'why nto just do it as yourself?'"

[basic_powers]

"Yeh, first is just short 'I'm too lazy to think, so why don't you convert to my opinion', at least in my experience." Beauford snorts. "Cops? they have a structure, and they are NOT readily equipped to deal with the thing that ate the car dealership going postal on Downtown. Police are extremely effective, but they're ultimately bound by the law to move in a certain manner."

[raptorcanaria]

"Plus, y'know, I live in Gotham," Dinah points out. "Both of my parents tried the cop thing. It didn't work out."