[No he isn't going to use his communicator. He knows where he is.

He knows where he is and this whomps.

He's not even going to make the effort to try and be sneaky, Elias is well aware there's no need to hide here. Quite the opposite, really.

This is in fact, exactly why there's a nearly nine foot tall, wolf skulled, black robed entity miserably slumped on a bench just outside of the bay. If it were at all physically possible for a skull to look like it was moping... That's what would be happening right here, right now.

No. He doesn't wanna get up. Need this bench?

Too bad.]

[The video opens on a grinning man. It looks like he's forcing the expression a bit. His face is illuminated by the golden glow of the lightning bolt shape on his chest. Surrounding that is a bright red outfit that hugs every muscle and part of a white cape with hood can be seen attached to his shoulders with gold circles emblazoned with tiger heads. It's not the most subtle of outfits...]

Genessia and worlds beyond. This is your local hero: Captain Lightning!

[He pauses as if that should be somehow impressive. Some people have previously been given another name. This may be strange... It's still a work in progress.]

While I am in your world. Worlds? Cities?

... OK. Whatever. I am offering my superhero services at discounted rates. Do you need a criminal caught? A cat saved out of a tree? A lost dog needing to be found?

Do you want to just go for an amazing flight through the air?

I can do all of this and more!

[That not very relaxed grin is back, awkward pause and then a small hand wave. There's a spark of energy bursting from his fingers.]

OK, so, just contact me here. Captain Lightning. This number...

Bye!

(Video)

[The feed kicks on to the image of a young woman in a uniform. Though when the audio begins, there is a booming feedback that makes her flinch and create a greater distance between herself and this device.]

Apologies for that... My name is Natalia, and in the interest of saving time... Where's a good place to get a drink so I can process all that's happened to me thus far?

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(Action)


[While she wanders around Genessia city, the wayward captain follows a map and taking in her surroundings, trying to figure out exactly where she is. She makes the mistake of passing by an electronic store, where the feedback from her surgical implant and the radios in the store create a booming noise that force her to create a distance again and get away from that shop.]

Of all the times for my tricorder to stop working... I need to get to Nova City and make necessary adjustments.

[It's a big enough nuisance that Natalia flags down a random passerby.]

Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but can you point me in the direction of Nova City, please? I need to go there for medical reasons.

((OOC note: Natalia is Starfleet, but let's call her uniform a disguise due to the software used to design her lacks any Star Trek themes))

♕ I. Action [The Bay]
[Lotor emerges from the pod in confusion, accompanied by a sleepy (and slightly grumpy) cat, who is curled around his neck. Lotor is also sleepy (and possibly also grumpy). He's on guard, too. He's never had the experience of not knowing where he is before. It looks like he's on a planet. Where is the fleet? Has he been abducted? Wary, he draws his blade, in case there are enemies nearby. At least he's still armed.

Once he has his bearings and is relatively sure that there are no enemies here ready to attack, Lotor reads the pamphlet. He listens very closely to the welcoming speech given by the hologram. The warning about tampering with the hologram is very clear. Well—Lotor doesn't intend to tamper. He just wants to learn a little more about the device and how the hologram is generated, which is why he leans in close and runs his claws across the surface of the stand.]

Hm, I wonder what the energy source is.

♕ II. Action [Genessia City; Library]
[There's a child in the library who has surrounded himself with a massive array of books. They are stacked on either side of him, as well as in front of him, and his attention shifts from book to book quickly. He leafs through one quickly before abandoning it in favor of the next.

His cat, Kova, is still with him, lounging and dosing on the table Lotor has commandeered. Is this child taking up residence? Are cats even allowed in the library? Regardless of how well he's following the library's rules, it's definite that no one is allowed to eat the books, which is what Kova starts doing when he rises, stretches, and starts to nibble on the corner of a page.

Lotor idly waves the cat away.]

Kova, no—I know they're primitive, but they're information retrieval devices.

♕ III. Network: Text
[Having the ability to make a general public transmission of his own, with no oversight? It's new for Lotor, and it's exhilarating to be free from authority, so he wastes little time in making use of the network. Really, what is it if not another source of information?]

I want to know about the others who were brought here. Tell me, what is your name, rank, and planet of origin?

[Those are decent, basic questions to start with.]

♕ IV. Action [Nova City]
[Wandering and exploring his new surroundings has taken up a lot of Lotor's time. He now finds himself in Nova City. Nova City feels a little more like home, if it still isn't quite like living on board a giant warship. Walking past the shops and other businesses, Lotor peers curiously into the windows. Kova, even more tired now, is lying on Lotor's shoulders, asleep. It occurs to Lotor that he should find somewhere to stay soon—for Kova's sake, at least. He needs to take proper care of his animal.

In front of a café, Lotor stops short and stares through the window. Inside, people are seated at tables, eating. The food here is so strange, but he's suddenly so hungry. He remembers the red bills that he found when he woke up. He should be able to use them to buy things. But he needs to determine if this alien food is edible. As if sensing his thoughts, Kova opens his eyes and mews wearily. He's probably hungry, too. Lotor straightens, determined. He's the one in charge here, so he's going to handle this situation.]

Don't worry. I'll find us something we can eat.

Who: Tank and Spank Alley and Lotor
Where: Genessia City - Sunset Summit (Alley's apartment)
What: Alley do a yell.

The walled patio attached to her apartment made for a pretty good place to drink, Alleyana had discovered. After clambering up here like the goat she sometimes acted like, the warrior had gotten comfortable and uncorked something that smelled like burning, taking a drink straight out of the bottle.

And there she stayed, one armored leg hanging down over the edge of the wall, the other bent up at the knee to give her something to rest her arm on.

You know, the arm not in charge of booze.

The less important arm.

And she glared balefully off into the distance at nothing that was actually there, and then at her bottle as though it had offended her.

[As much as he likes his privacy, Lotor isn't really a hermit inasmuch as...picky with his company.

Hence why he saw no reason to hole up inside his apartment. Everyone needs go to shopping, get out, see the sights, stretch their legs.

An alien emperor is really no different.

Where is he? Well visiting some of the local bars, of course, right near opening so close to the middle of the day, for most of them. He doesn't really seem interested in drinking, inasmuch as he is interested in talking and being seen, more than likely to start a conversation with a question-]

Would you like a drink?

(Note: I default to prose, but I'll follow your lead if you bracketpose at me! )

[ A ]

It was daylight hours in the large Garden Park in Genessia City. People were out doing park things; playing catch, reading books, painting...

THUNK!

Except, over in this corner of the park, a heavy wooden training dummy had been erected. Its torso was a chunk of a log from a tree, and it even had a head and arms, with a crude sword and shield attached. The stake that was its bottom half -- just the sharpened end of the log! -- had been driven deep into the ground with considerable force.

And there was an elf in full armor, attacking it with a mace that crackled with some sort of red energy.

CRACK!

That... that dummy probably wouldn't stay intact for long.


[ B ]

The problem with setting up a whole new garden every time she woke up in this world was, honestly, all the damn supplies. Bagged soil always looked like it would fill more containers more thoroughly than it actually did, and trellises seemed to fall apart if a stiff enough wind hit them hard enough from the wrong angle while her plants were still small and weak.

So here Alleyana was in a gardening store, again, staring a bit sourly up at a huge bag of potting soil on a shelf while she tried to picture whether it would do the trick or not. Her gauntleted fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the metal cart the store provided, absently rapping out a marching beat while her brain was busy.

[Of course he looks just as cool and put together as he did when he first got here of course he does.

At least he actually has a reason now to look so absolutely centered and calm.]

I'd like to thank everyone who so graciously answered my questions when I first arrived. I apologize for how many there were, your patience with me is appreciated.

I should like to repay the favor at some point. I'll be living in Nova City from now on, if any of you would care to stop by for a visit.

[Not to his place though. No one gets apartment access yet, y'all aren't that appreciated.]

Considering the popularity of inns and bars, I'd be more than happy to offer my thanks in a more physical form.

[He had several questions, upon waking up. An uncomfortable concoction of emotions and reactions bubbling around inside of him, all demanding he do something.

... So he collected his communicator. And the money he'd woken up beside. And then he consulted the hologram, memorizing every word. He went outside, and grabbed the appropriate pamphlets, reading it all very carefully, noting well the map.

At some point, anyone down by the bay would find him sitting, calm, at least by all appearances, slowly scrolling through the communicator, reading, listening to, and watching every single post he could access.

Granted, if anyone came near, they'd find themselves being addressed.]

Excuse me, if I may have a moment of your time?

[VIDEO]

[And there he is, looking calm, cool and confident. Still outside, apparently, the sounds of street traffic make that pretty clear]

Before I begin introducing myself, is there anyone present who knows what I mean when I say I'm currently looking for members of the Voltron Coalition?