Dinner Date?

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Kara, Grant and Mar'i have returned to the condo after being debriefed following the war with the replicants, and Kara finally got that shower she was after since seemingly being shot forward in time. You can build a hell of a sweat on when you jump through time...

She leaves the bathroom, towelling her hair, to see the dinner table being laid out. "You guys are quick movers..." She grins at her two hosts, and notices there's a fourth place set at the table. Her look wavers a little... She's not sure how keen she is on meeting lots of other heroes at once, but one more tonight shouldn't hurt too badly. For a second she worries that Mar'i is trying to set her up with someone... She had mentioned something that effect. "Umm... Who's the dinner guest?" She smiles, nervously.

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"Well... I suppose I'm about 30. I don't know. I've not aged over the time I jumped so... 18?" She looks a bit miserably at the bottle. "Well, this sucks. But my cous doesn't drink, so I shouldn't either, I suppose..." She puts on puppy-dog eyes for Mar'i.

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

"What's all this business about damning Grant and everyone being refugees from some other universe?" he asks, stepping out of the bedroom, brushing his shoulder free of some lint.

Mar'i had discussed Kara's situation with him as they were awaiting word on what to do in Philadelphia, though, the discussion had largely consisted of, "Supergirl will make an icy roommate," and Grant looking rather befuddled about the whole affair.

Just have to hope Nightwing doesn't think something is off...

"Hey, everyone!" He flashes a smile at each of the ladies assembled. God, this is a lot of estrogen... He does his best to give Peej a look that doesn't linger - Mar'i's certainly well-endowed, but those, well... they border on "titanic."

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"I didn't...oh jeez." Kara shakes her head. "I didn't mean to say damn Grant...I went to use your code name and realized that..." Kara shrugs and points at herself and at Grant. "We're not in costume and we're not in the field." She smiles and sees him lingering. She raises an eyebrow. "My eyes are up here."

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"Er... " His eyes quickly move up to Karen's face. "I... sorry." No, that's not a hint of red coloring his ears. Not at all.

"Uh, sweetheart, you need any help in the kitchen, or...?" Grant asks Mar'i. Any other woman would probably be mildly annoyed with him for even looking in Karen's direction. Odds are, however, that Mar'i probably gave Ms. Starr the once-over, as well.

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"No, I'm fine!" Catching Grant's expression, she adds, "Though if you want to get wine glasses for whoever's drinking wine, and other glasses for whoever wants juice or something?"

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Kara observes the situation with some amusement, and some embarassment. She's glad the male heroes don't look at her quite like *that* but that may have something to do with her rather powerful and overbearing cousin. "I'll have a little wine. If I may..." she holds out her glass.

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"Alright, coming right up," Grant replies, grinning at Nightstar for the save. Heading into the apartment's kitchen with the bottle Karen brought, he rummages around for the corkscrew and the foil cutter.

He glances at the bottle Peej had brought with him, frowning at the label - a frown that, fortunately, is hidden from his dinner guests behind the hanging cupboards. Beaujolais... I have no idea what this is.

A twist of the foil cutter, a few turns of the corkscrew, and the distinctive sound of a cork coming free of the bottle is heard. Damage returns to the dining area a moment later, carrying four glasses, setting one at each place, then pours.

"I don't think Superman will mind too much," he says to Kara, showing her a smile.

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"As long as he doesn't hear you giving it to her..." Kara says as she watches Grant give the drink to the...other..Kara. Oh boy.

She picks up her goblet and, not bothering to swivel it around in it's cup or even take a small sip, downed the whole thing. In one big gulp.

She smiles at Supergirl. "No drunken flying," she says, nodding her head. "The last thing we want is a huge spread in World's Finest about how Supergirl's a party girl in the manner of one Lindsay Lohan."

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"That poor girl." Mar'i shakes her head sadly. "Oh! I need to finish up supper, but I won't be long, promise!" She waves to the guests then bounces into the kitchen.

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Kara is now all smiles. Wine! Well, that's a first. She gives Power Girl a big grin, and gestures at her to have a seat. "So who are you fighting crime with these days?"

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Kara smiles and takes a seat across from Kara.

Sweetie? Let's hope that this is the weirdest that your life is going to get in a very long time.

"The Justice Society," Kara replies, tucking her legs under her. "They kind of...took me in from the get go."

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"The Justice Society? Like, Wildcat and Green Lantern." Now she's all smiles. "I'm so glad they're still around! I'll have to see them at some point."

She thinks about drunken flying for a short while, but drifts back to reality. "So who do you come up against, you know, in a villain-sense."

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"Oh. You know. Mordru. Per Degaton. The usual JSA rogues really." A beat. Should I be happy or should I feel lame over the fact that I have no actual rogues of my very own? "What do you remember? Of...well...before now?"

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"Everything." She looks confused briefly. "Well, kind of. You know, I don't remember anything between being here and not being here. As far as my mind's concerned, there was never a gap there. The last thing I did remember was being badly hurt, Kal holding me... and then I was in Metropolis facing some switch in gold armour."

She shrugs. "But I remember you. I remember that you were from what we called Earth-Two..." She drifts off briefly. "There are holes, definitely. I can't even remember why you came to this Earth..."

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"That's...not even that important anymore. Considering there's only one...now." Kara frowns. She breathes in. "I'm sorry. This is...awkward. For the past few years, the universe has been trying to set my...origin?...for me, and I finally have one and...just months later, you appear. And you're...me. But not me." She pours herself some more wine and takes in another gulp. "I can't even imagine what you must be going through."

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"Yeah..." There's something about Kara. Supergirl. She keeps drifting off, as if her mind is elsewhere. She sometimes feels like it hasn't caught up yet. "It was a bit of a shock, thinking that the only guy I can trust is Lex Luthor..." She shakes her head. "But it looks like he's mellowed."

"Hey, you know we're supposed to be identical? But you're... older? Do you mind my asking..." She leans cross the table, "Why are you so much *bigger* than me?" She's blushing now.

[kara-zor-l.livejournal.com]

Kara studies her carefully. "You were...going to trust Lex Luthor?" What the hell?! "And he's...mellowed?" Clearly...something's wrong here. "I'm about twenty-seven," Kara says, nodding. She smiles a little sheepishly. "I'm going to blame it on the fact that the sun of this Earth has a weird effect on my body, but we both know that's not the case." She shrugs. "I don't know. Different Earths, different vibrations, I guess. We're not exactly identical in personality either. After all, you call yourself Supergirl. I was insistent on keeping my heroic identity seperate from that of my cousin."

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"Well Lex was the only guy who I met after arriving that gave me the slightest clue of what was going on here... I even buddied up with his team, Infinity Inc, for a little while. I was helping to clean up Metropolis." She says this proudly, with a little grin on her face. "Not bad for my first day, but I got covered in Chemo gunk."

"Hey!" She brings her fist down onto the table in faux-offendedness. "The press dubbed me Supergirl... I think. I wasn't that egotistical, was I?" She drifts off again, but comes back around to have a sip of wine. "Ukk." She shakes her head, like a cat that just had something irritate its whiskers.

She leans over the table again, this time for a conspiratorial whisper. "Mar'i is very... open. I think. She... suggested I sleep with her and Grant. But I think that's natural for her." Blushing again. And clearly looking for some kind of confirmation that it wasn't just that she was being chatted up.

[kara-zor-l.livejournal.com]

"..."

Kara's mouth was set in a grim line. She knew that Clark would be on the up-and-up in regards to Luthor, but...In a weird, round about way, it's like I have a vested interest too. Or not. I mean, now with...her...here...No. Not your problem. You aren't his cousin. Not this one's.

"It might have had less to do with ego and more to do with just being a kid who wanted to, you know, be just like the only family she had left." She tucks a lock of her blonde bob behind her ear, and cracks a smile at the whisper. "She's...a Tamaranean. They..." Kara searched for the right words. "She means well, and she didn't mean for it to be dirty. She's from a far more sexually open culture. Don't...take it the wrong way." A beat. "What was your answer to that?"

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"No!" Kara is really red now. "No! I mean... No!"

"I mean, I left Krypton before I had much in the way of... education. But I know that as a civilisation we're pretty conservative when it comes to things like that." She sighs, a little resentful of never having had the opportunity to... "Look. I mean, no. No way. Uh-uh. I've got to wait for the one man in my life, just like Kal waited for Lois. That's the right thing to do."

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"Wow..." Kara smiles. "That's, ah, definitely way to go, I think." Though I'm still debating as to whether or not The One actually exists, or if maybe he got hit over by a truck someplace. "And good. Because she was in all likelihood just being nice, and I don't think that Grant is quite wired that way."