Stuck In The Wrong Place

[dammitmasa]

Same Old People, Wrong Destination

Today you get a message from the Malnosso. They’ve found a way to send you home. You’ll remember Luceti, but it’s a one way trip. You’ve said your tearful goodbyes and prepared yourself for the inevitable return home. One moment you’re in Luceti, the next you’re not.

But nobody ever said the Malnosso ever got everything right. Sure, you’re not in Luceti anymore. Yes, you’ve lost your wings and barcode. But this isn’t your world. It’s some other world and now that you’re cut off from the Malnosso, you have no hope of ever getting back home. Which means that wherever you’ve ended up, you’ll be spending the rest of your life there.

On the up-side, you’re not the only one stuck here. Someone else from Luceti, also alien to this world, is stuck with you. With the common bond of being strangers to this brave new world, it’s inevitable you’ll stick together. But for how long?

Considerations

1. You can go to any other world you want! It just can’t be one either of your characters are from. You can make up something like a fantasy world, something from a sci fi, or something just like the modern world. Or you can pick a canon neither of your characters belong to.
2. Ideally they should both be from different canons altogether. But this isn’t required!
3. There’s supposed to be no way back. Even genius characters ought to find it impossible. But does that mean all hope has to be lost? For those who have been gone from Luceti a long time, it might be fun if they were given a chance to go back to Luceti and be trapped again.
4. For an optional extra level of complexity, give consideration to your character’s appearance or to their abilities. Will they stand out in this new world? Will they have to hide what they can do? Or will they even be able to use their powers if the source of their powers is gone?


Prompts

1. Day One - You’ve both just arrived on this world and by chance, you run into each other. Two heads are better than one. Now you just have to figure out what to do next.

2. One Week Later - You’ve been in this world a week. Things are starting to sink in. So is the idea of being stuck here. It’s time to start thinking about the long term.

3. One Month Later - Now that you’ve both been here awhile, you’ve learned the ins and outs of your new home. You’re making a living and getting by, but you still think of home.

4. Six Months Later - It may not be home, but you’ve learned to be comfortable. By now, your relationship with your fellow Lucetian has certainly evolved as well.

5. One Year Later - It’s been long enough that you sometimes wonder if you ever did live in a place like Luceti. So what’s life for you like in this whole new world?

6. Other - Don’t be limited by the above. This could be two weeks later or twenty years later! Of course, you can always time skip once you’ve established what you want to do at one time period.

Comments

[touchofrogue]

"An' do what as a day job?" Rogue still didn't understand how the tiny strip of plastic they'd convinced her to wear across her eyes hid her identity. Sure, that stuff had worked in the comics, but this was real life. How was the vast majority of the public that stupid?

"You'd go bored in a week and you know it. Or somethin' would blow up and we'd fix it 'cause we were there and we'd be drafted into this joint again."

A year later, and the way people with abilities were accepted still gave Rogue the creeps. It explained the higher occurrence of 'Save the World' gigs, though. She was pretty sure she'd clocked an assist on at least three of them since she'd been here, and Rogue had been trying to lay low. Very few of the supers liked the idea that with one touch she could steal their powers and their secret identity. It had been a long hard road to earn some trust.

Logan, on the other hand, seemed to have the uncanny ability to be his exact self and become a member of any team anywhere. She'd lost count by now.

"And did you ask J'onn with your inside voice?"

[snikting]

"Yes, I did. And then he reminded me not to call him a talking blue forehead with my very inside voice."

Logan had liked it when the only telepath he knew was Xavier. One who depended on Logan for a lot of things, because telepathy was all he did. He'd long lost count of just how many powers the martian had. The man was more terrifying than Magneto in power. Half the League was. It was a wonder the world hadn't torn itself apart yet.

"Maybe I'd feel better if they'd let me out of this floating pez dispenser. The Lantern's still pissed about me and his ex. So now he only puts me on crowd control."

[touchofrogue]

"Another exercise in League Maturity," Rogue said. She liked Shayera. And John... he was a hardass, but she'd thought he was fair, at least at first. But she hated the possessive ex gig. Man up or go home.

"...they tried to talk to me about my uniform again." Apparently, special skintight polymer just wasn't the image the League had in mind when it came to their superheroines. Rogue just didn't fit in with women who left most of their vital areas exposed. "If I wanna join in with the Bird of Prey unit, they want to redesign it ta fit with the theme."

[snikting]

Logan shrugged as he downed yet another mouthful.

"That kid working for Bats just told me to wear black. Not that I think they want me in Gotham anyway." His first time there, he'd sent Joker to the hospital for two months. Only because they'd stopped him from killing the clown first. The Gotham Knights seemed to have a very strict M.O. about preserving their own rogues gallery for future generations. "Shame. Seems like the only place that ain't squeaky clean in this world."

[touchofrogue]

"They're protective about their cities. Territorial." She had another comparison for it, but Logan wasn't the only one around here with super senses.

She sighed, "I don't know, Logan. Sometimes I think they haven't even tried to send us back."

And of course you know what that makes her think of. The good guys aren't the only super geniuses around here.

[snikting]

"Like they ain't got enough supers up here already."

He'd been thinking the same thing lately. That playing the good guy game for a year had gotten them nowhere. There'd been so many attempts to make friends of them. Just yesterday, the Flash had invited Logan to try out a new diner in Star City. The leaguers really wanted to keep these two in the fold. It was no surprise. Supervillains were popping up every day. The League had bit off more than it could chew. Why spend resources you don't have to get rid of two reliable recruits?

"I'm startin' to think maybe we've been talking to the wrong people."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue really, really didn't like the thought of trusting the bad guys. The bad guys were... Bad. Guys. But.

"This ain't our home. I don't even know if time still stopped back where we belong. I don't even know if we still have a home to get back to. You'd think a bunch of superheroes would see that."

Except... they didn't. Theirs was a common tale - Superman himself was the last of his race, J'onn had to face destruction on Mars - how many of the other Leaguers had nothing left to go home to? Maybe that was why they just didn't seem to care.

[snikting]

No home to go back to. It bothered him more than he let on.

"The only thing these people see is themselves. The big seven, them and their private room. I don't trust 'em anymore than I do Magneto. They're too good."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue wasn't sure that was entirely fair. "They are tryin' to help people," she offered. "And too good - please. Don't they have a roulette for decidin' who goes bad what month?"