Strange Science!

March 11, 2017:

After The Pennsylvania Solution ( http://cmbeta.wikidot.com/log:5503 ), Strange wakes up in a spaceship and they discuss how science, tech, and magic have conflicts.

//HMSS Starfire //

Starfire's Spacey Ship

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Fade In…

It is maybe the first time Doctor Strange is physically injured during a confrontation with fellow humans. But it is very rare for him to come into conflict with regular humans armed with conventional weapons. Usually he has a great awareness of the battlefield, but his senses are attuned to the supernatural not to… explosives.

All in all he was lucky not to end up with a cracked skull. All the shrapnel that hit his back was deflected by the Cloak of Levitation, but he hit the wall with the head pretty hard. It is almost six hours later when he finally recovers consciousness, still in the medical facilities of the starship Starfire. The Hall of Justice infirmary is too crowded with the rescued Nuhumans and clones from the Cadmus 'rogue' facility.

Starfire had agreed with Wonder Woman, or they had an accord for the sake of the JLA. Her ship is theirs, but under strict limitations, and K'tten knows what they are and is the 'firewall' of sorts.

… Doesn't mean she has to be overjoyed when Starfire brings a Stranger aboard in her arms. But they all fought together, and so a warriors grace bowed her out of her typical venomous tongue, instead just had her gaze follow as Starfire followed behind Depalo to the medlab aboard the HMSS, with every step that digitalized armor for battle seems to "pixelate" off, peeling away white metallic sheen to leave just the purple straps of normal Tamaranean regalia.

Laying the man down she steps back and watches as Depalo begins his work, inspection, bandaging of his head and a glowing blue of an unmelting ice combined within the bandages to keep any possible swelling down.

When Strange wakes in the bed, he can look up and upon the ceiling like the reflection of a constellation is his body's readouts, layer-by-layer. Dermis, organic function, bone structure, and the electro-organic motion of sustained life backdropped by the sound of every breath, every heart beat…

"Morning." Starfire states as she leans forward in the chair, having been asleep curled within leather confines until the breathing pattern shifted to his wakefulness. She had set her alarm to the rhythmic sound and changes of his system, like an alarm.

There are very few signals Strange is awake, mostly just a shift in his brainwaves Earthly medical equipment would have failed to register. Strange awakes by directing his personal mystical energies to his injures, smothering the headache and controlling the blood flow on his brain. It is quite strange to see that in the monitors as human beings, and most humanoid species, can't control their bodies to do that.

Then his eyes flicker, and he groans, more in disappointment than due to pain. "Good day. And if it is morning already, then I have been too careless. Is this your spaceship?" He asks, not recognizing the room. Not the Watchtower - but he feels they are not on the surface of the Earth.

Physical, the monitors detected, magical? No, but it did detect the sudden shift in blood flow and gave a light beep with a green flicker as the trauma became less and less upon his awakening.

"Careless? No." Starfire states as she stretches and legs tucked beneath her unfold to land upon the floor and she changes position in the chair to fully face him.

"More like bold for a human with more then science dares to define or touch." That final sentence light in words as she watches the monitoring system and the shift. She had seen him on the field as well, it was enough. Though what she is and does can be considered magic if not broken down already and known. Uneducated eyes may misconceive.

"Welcome aboard the HMSS Starfire, Doctor Strange." And with that, Starfire smiles.

Strange stands, conjuring his clothes back if any piece was removed. "My thanks, Captain Starfire," he replies politely, a faint smile in his lips. "Since I am here and you seem uninjured I assume the mission was a success despite my shortcomings. Did we found all the missing citizens?"

When Strange stands, so does Starfire, those pupiless emerald eyes going from him to that projected monitor.

The only thing that was removed was his cloak (even if possible) and his shirt had been partially undone to feed the electrode pads to his chest and gain the outline the detailed monitor is relaying, even still as he stands and moves. A digital shadow of creepy epic proportions. "You seem… fine." A dip of brows and Starfire is looking back at Strange at his question, deep purple lip thinning and that brow dropping even more. "First off, I am alien, and my biology has me heartier due to survival in space, so me standing and your concussed head is a matter of birth, not shortcoming." Beat. "Second: …. Success? Yes, as good as it could be." Let's leave out the part where some of those clones… are not going to make it and Star signed herself up to not leave the weight on others' hands.

Doctor Strange nods, clasping the cloak in place and gesturing the young woman as to leave the medical area. "Very good. I'd like to meet with the kidnaped as soon as possible. Has the DEO reacted to the operation already? I imagine they are not going to be happy with us. Even if the political fallout keeps them busy, I expect some kind of unpleasant response."

When Strange stands, so does Starfire, those pupiless emerald eyes going from him to that projected monitor.

The only thing that was removed was his cloak (even if possible) and his shirt had been partially undone to feed the electrode pads to his chest and gain the outline the detailed monitor is relaying, even still as he stands and moves. A digital shadow of creepy epic proportions. "You seem… fine." A dip of brows and Starfire is looking back at Strange at his question, deep purple lip thinning and that brow dropping even more. "First off, I am alien, and my biology has me heartier due to survival in space, so me standing and your concussed head is a matter of birth, not shortcoming." Beat. "Second: …. Success? Yes, as good as it could be." Let's leave out the part where some of those clones… are not going to make it and Star signed herself up to not leave the weight on others' hands.

Doctor Strange nods, clasping the cloak in place and gesturing the young woman as to leave the medical area. "Very good. I'd like to meet with the kidnaped as soon as possible. Has the DEO reacted to the operation already? I imagine they are not going to be happy with us. Even if the political fallout keeps them busy, I expect some kind of unpleasant response."

Starfire's expression drops but it is hidden when Strange gestures towards the exit, wanting out. That she can understand so easily turns on heel and the door hisses aside to exit them along the ships hall where multiple containment doors open only after scanning them. Enter or exit.

"There's nothing left to respond to. If they are smart they will not pursue…" Starfire's words are low, almost a whisper as they move towards the HMSS' main corridor and controls that (for once) do not have K'tten manning them. For good reason. But one Kori will not elaborate on if not pressed.

"Breakfast, Doctor??" A shift in emotional read and Kori is immediately headed behind the deck and towards the small crews kitchen.

As soon as the facility was secure, Barry was starting to help with the clean up when he got a priority alert, and took off at near Mach to make the run from Pennsylvania to Metropolis. Once Spoiler was safely out of surgery, Flash went to try to find Ravager, found her gone, but the signs of a battle after the one he was in, then back to the facility to find the work there nearly done.

He'd teleported up with Starfire and the others as he is already in the crew kitchen, having grabbed a nap, but is now chowing down on whatever they want to feed their pet speedster, the young man's cowl still pulled on as he looks up with a mouthful of food. "Mrf?" Hi?

Strange shakes his head. In his experience the US federal agencies are powerful and vengeful, and to the point of being very stupid at times. They won't forget soon the Justice League attacked them, no matter how justified.

And the DEO is huge and mostly rotten already.

"Breakfast sounds wonderful, " he replies. He knows he will be very hungry soon; using personal energy is taxing for the body. "Allow me to communicate with my aide before, though, I don't want to keep him in the dark for a minute more than necessary." A minute is all he needs for a brief telepathic projection, but he needs to concentrate.

Starfire was glad the change in topic worked. When a small facility gets power-blasted off the map by a spaceship as well as some of the clones deemed "lost" and only kept for genetic pull, she did not want to explain it, despite taking the load. Crap can still have a coating of glitter, but it's still crap, and not an edible sandwich, but Kori….

Will just smother it in hot sauce so she doesn't have to taste it as it's swallowed down.

So! Food is accepted but when Strange pauses outside of the door as it slides open, she looks back slightly and nods, but darting her gaze to Flash as he consumes a veritable buffet? "Saved some for the rest of us… Don't eat that…" Scooping up some of Orn's old baking attempts it is casually put in a disposal system that smokes, sparks, and grinds before the "food" is gone. ((NOT SAFE!))

Oh look! The stove did get cleaned out! Checking then preheating it she pulls out a box of some sort of pastries with tiny packaged space-age(?) frosting.

"Long night?" Star asks Flash with a lift f brow as he speedily devours.

Swallowing, Barry peers at the package that Starfire just murdered the disposal with. "…what was that?" is asked in the way that 'I may have just eaten half of that and it was weird but filling' type of way, as the speedster nods his head, aheming. "Trouble in Metropolis, had to help. Everyone was nearly gone by the time I got back. Couldn't sleep. So, breakfast before I go back to the Watchtower. And.. did we see that right last night? The Mists have a liquid form as well as gas and solid?" he asks, before giving a wave to Strange. "Hi Doctor." Snarf, chew, gulp goes the food.

"Good morning, Flash," greets strange after a few instants of… well, gaze was kind of lost. "Unfortunately, I just woke up. I was… careless. Too long since the last time I had to confront regular humans with modern weapons, I suppose. But Starfire tells me the rescue was a success. I would like to see the rescued as soon as convenient. Possibly just after I check in my Sanctum at New York."

"Do not have the slightest clue. An experiment…" Starfire smiles lightly. "Orn tries." A light shrug of bare tawny shoulder as she moves to stare at things, debate, spin… and seem lost in her own kitchen. Because she is! She just shops for what they tell her they need if they do not get it themselves.

"I do not know what they made of it, or who they made of it. Not right to synthesize what is not yours or within your knowledge." Starfire holds up the box of pastries and beams! "Strawberry?!"

"…X'Hal…" She breathes as she just starts arranging and laying things out per directions for /conventional ovens/.

"So what was your reason for leave?" Subject switch! Asking Flash before she once more scowls at Strange and his self-lessening.

"Not careless Doctor. It just got real, real fast." Did she use that phrase right? Whatever. "You played a major part in what we needed to get through with less casualties. Some of the survivors are back in the medbay here, others in the Tower. We will compare readouts as we get them, feel free to consult Depalo on his return and after study, Flash. Both of you have clearance." A glance between the two of them and Starfire slides the tray into the oven and takes a seat, crossing legs and tugging that mane of flame over her shoulder to braid it idly.

"Could perhaps the Sanctum of yours help and give us a variable as well?"

"A friend of mine was hurt, and she called me for assistance." Flash explains, looking down. "One of Batman's protégés." he thinks to add, as he puts his hand up to his mouth to hide the belch. Welp, he's full now. "I'm sure that they are all in good hands now.. but they will need a long time to adjust to life outside of the containment that they were in."

Strange finds a seat and waits for the oven to finish, considering his teammates words. "I believe the terrigenesis substances are science constructs. Advanced, possibly alien-based science. I find them interesting, but admit my medical knowledge is not up to the task to understand them. The Sanctum… not sure if there is anything to offer there. Maybe as last ditch hideout, but it is not a place most people without mystical senses should linger for long. It can get confusing."

"The people in Queensland below have been adapting and keeping theirs safe from the Hell's Gate and the push against, two months now?" Kori thinks, nods and watches Flash and his unease of the food set in… Or he was finally full..

"On the HMSS, we taste test but mainly eat out or order in." A shifty glance that has that green gaze reflecting both Flash and Strange, while the Doctor is also offered a seat.

"If cooked at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for 15 minutes the pastries will be perfect…." How much time has passed??

Starfire is a princess and a warrior, not a cook, or an entrepreneur. Basically. Free!

"We protect Queensland and the people and they do not judge us as over our years here they know we mean no harm, only to help. This is our home as much as theirs. Once these rescues are stable, they may have a good time adapting here, but space is limited after the other Invasion."

When Strange speaks Kori pauses, tilting her head in a near feline manner, but also to aid as fingers reach the extend of long ends to tie off the braid. "And your abilities," a wave of hand in the air and even that perse glow casts on Starfire's fingertips.

"They cannot possibly counter the science or, something?" Alien evolution, she gets; alien tech, she gets. Combine it and turn it into something that harms her Earth, her home, and her people but cannot even get a bead on…

"Does -your- science know anything yet?" A glance to Flash and a small shrug is given, but more a removal of weight then a lack of care.

"My only response, is who deserves the punishment for what's been done." And there's that Captain!

"Just that it affects certain genes on a DNA level.. and I'm not sure what else outside of that. It's why I presented my findings to others.. in the hopes that someone will pick up the torch and make a breakthrough." Barry admits with a sigh. "Not that I've heard much on it since then."

"Altering sentient beings with magic, even if to correct deformities caused by science, is considered dark magics," comments strange idly. "But even healing is too close to necromancy for some members of my order. So I make exceptions, but only cautiously. In general, no, I can't counter the Terrigen process."

"We have your findings," A light narrow of eyes. "Flash. I will have Depalo compare them to the cloned aspects, then maybe we can find more details or build off what has been submitted. We have our own resources here." Though Starfire leaves that with no explanation, for now so not to get ahead of themselves.

When Strange tries to explain his magics and light or dark versions of them, Starfire just blankstares at him, but the smell of the lightly crisping (burning at edges) pastries jolts her up! "Never fails!" She can strategize, speak, and be diplomatic, but some areas are not hers, for sure. Alien to the alien.

Gripping the pan out with bare hands she sets it down casually and frosts them, especially the blackened edges. "Breakfast a la…" Handwave.

"Even good things have dark spots." A glance to Strange as one brow lifts and then Flash before the crew starts to arrive one by one, forming on the deck with small alerts to arrival as well as the bulk they carry.

The pastry is folded in half, shoved in mouth and chewed as frosting is cleaned from fingers with subtle licks of haste as she heads to help. "W/e/rk cal/th/!" A wiggle of fingers in a parting wave and she goes to assist.

Strange chuckles at the pastries and shakes his head, picking one of pieces. "Indeed. Don't worry about us, looks like your crew is back. I will find some tea," or maybe conjure a pot. "And then teleport down to New York. I'll see you this afternoon, I hope. Thank you for your hospitality and the healing."

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