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I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down

Who: Linda Danvers and you
What: A new arrival scopes out the pretty prison
When: Nowish
Where: All over the first floor
Rating: PG

The journal was tucked under Linda's arm as she walked slowly through the lobby of the admittedly gorgeous castle. Nothing was attacking her, and it really did all look perfectly innocent. You know. By gorgeous castle standards. Like she knew anything about gorgeous castle standards.

She didn't even remember that she was in costume until she felt the blonde hair of her wig brush against her neck as she turned her head. How did she get here? What was she doing an hour ago? And what sort of freaky magic did the journal use to make sounds and images come out of it like some sci-fi fantasy mishmash? She didn't want to mess with it until she was sure that there weren't any angels, demons, or otherwise divinely affiliated entities involved in her arrival here. Somebody else was the Earth Angel of Fire now, right? So they had no business with her. Not that that had ever stopped them in the past.

She gave the suspicious once-over to every person she passed in those luxurious halls. Where they a part of whatever this weirdness was, or just like her, lost and really confused? And now that she thought of it... she was totally going to get fired if she didn't find a way home soon.

[ooc | She'll been wandering around, so feel free to meet her anywhere on the first floor of the castle inside or out! ]

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Blonde, but not Kara. Then again, Steph's met Karas that aren't her Kara, so she's not exactly crushed. She's just staring a little bit more than she should.

"Oh! Uhh--nothing, I was just looking at the..." She motioned to her own chest. Okay, also not very intelligent. "That symbol."

She looked down at her own shirt instinctively when Steph indicated the area, though she of course already knew what she would see there. Then she looked back up.

"Yeah. I'm Supergirl." She offered a small wave and an awkward smile. "Hi."

"Supergirl." She tested the word out on her tongue. Nope, this isn't the girl she thinks of when she thinks of Supergirl, but she's not about to point and scream imposter unless she starts causing trouble.

"Supergirl like, Superman's cousin, from Krypton, arsenal of super cool powers, no pun intended?"

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arm. Something was very not right here.

"Is that a trick question? Superman doesn't have a cousin, he was the only survivor of Krypton. Everybody knows that." And yet, it hadn't really sounded like a joke. And if it was one, it wasn't very funny.

Stephanie rubbed the back of her neck. Either she's playing clueless, not wanting a civilian to know so much, or... she really came from some universe where she's not Superman's cousin. Okay, right.

"Then what's your relation?"

Not that it REALLY mattered--Steph just didn't want to blurt out the name Kara unless she was sure this was a version of her.

What was her relation to Superman? None. Though he did say at her funeral that she was like a cousin to him... No, Matrix was the reason she was Supergirl, and Matrix was... a protoplasm creature programmed to be Lana Lang in another universe and to help save the world.

"It's... complicated," she decided after a moment's deliberation. "Really complicated."

"I know complicated," she replied, gesturing vaguely. "Gotham native, reporting in."

Complicated, crazy, and Bat-flavored. Several years in Paradisa have made Steph not so much of a stickler when it came to secret identities--it just made things messier than they needed to be when things got dangerous--but Tim still wasn't fond of outright admitting that they were Bats. So, for the time being, she decided to keep that on the down low.

"Gotham, huh? I've been." The grimace made it pretty clear what her opinion of the place was. To be fair, it was Buzz's creepy Bizarro clone of her that had given her most of the trouble.

"Your new Batgirl is spooky as all get out. I prefer Leesburg myself." That was't risky knowledge. No doubt it had been in the news how Supergirl favored Leesburg these days.

Grimaces and Gotham go hand in hand. It gets a smirk out of Steph. That, and the next thing out of this Supergirl's mouth.

Spooky Batgirl. Cass? Okay, that's something.

"Leesburg?"

"It's my city," she explained with a wave of a hand. Okay, maybe it wasn't common knowledge after all.

"Hey," she started suddenly, "you seem like a normal kind of girl." Not particularly demonic or angelic, anyway. And she hadn't said anything really cryptic, just that weird thing about Superman's cousin.

"What's the deal with this place, really?"

She's so good at the civilian thing that it hurts. Where's Tim so she can gloat?

"What, you mean what's the deal with the eerily pretty castle that takes something from you and keeps you here until it's tired if you, while sometimes throwing weird adventures and events at you? Magic is what everyone's concluded."

The same place that tosses out alternate-other-weird-universe people every few months. Magic.

That one sentence answered a frighteningly large number of her questions, while raising oh so many more. But hey, it was a start.

"Okay, but what kind of magic? Are we talking waving wands and sparkles, or blood sacrifice and fiery portals of death?"

"... depends on the day of the week," she said, accompanied by a sheepish smile. Not very helpful, but true. Paradisa could be cute and make people kiss at the sound of Christmas bells, or it could be a huge pain in the ass and send them on a space horror adventure.

Speaking of which, that was the last time she saw Kara. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. She constantly wondered if her friend was sent home, or if she was stuck out in space somewhere. Not that space would be a problem for Supergirl, but the not knowing was enough to make her want to know who this chick was.

"Okay, screw it. I'll just be forward, 'cause... I'm going to be forward. Kara Zor-El. Ring any bells?"

Her eyebrows shot up and her hands dropped at the suddenness of the question. Kara Zor-El. Well, it kind of sounded like Kal-El and Kon-El, but other than that? Where had she heard the name Kara before?

"No. Should it?"

Stephanie isn't sure if she's relieved or disappointed, assuming that's genuine confusion.

"It should, because that's the Supergirl I know."

Agitation is in her tone, but it's more of a tired here we go again thing.

"Uh," was all she could say for a long moment. She really had no idea how to respond to that. As far as Linda knew there had never been a Supergirl before Matrix. And she had all of Matrix's memories, in varying condition. Clark would have said. Ma and Pa Kent would have said. So... what the hell was this girl talking about.

"Sorry?" A+ for rhetoric, Danvers.

Sigh. One big, heaving sigh.

"I'm guessing you're... some sort of alternate universe not-Kara-Supergirl. Or maybe I'm the alternate universe with the Kara-Supergirl," she said. Details. Universes gave her headaches. They could sit around and compare what they knew for forever.

"I'm Stephanie," she offered a hand. "I didn't mean to throw you for a loop, I swear."

Now, where to go from here...

Tim was probably not going to be too happy.

Right, of course she didn't. She just happened to be completely insane. Wait, did she say-?

"Nice to meet you. Did you say alternate universe? Like where Power Girl is from?"

"Yeah, something like that! Except, you know, there are lots of them. Different versions of heroes pop up in here all the time. Your spooky Batgirl is around, I hear. But she might not be exactly what you expect."

Not hear so much as lives with, but again, details!

The pieces were finally starting to come together.

"Hold on, so not only have I been kidnapped to some freaky castle place, but people from all over the multiverse have too?" That was just plain worrisome. "There isn't any talk about the fabric of space and time collapsing, is there?"

"Not yet?" Stephanie offered her a sheepish smile and a shrug. Hell if anyone knew how the castle managed to do what it did.

"So, uh, I'm going off the impression that you're not some evil imposter... feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, though."

That was one less thing to worry about right away, anyway. Still, she chose to give a scathing look to the wall rather than her new blonde friend.

"I'd tell you to ask Superman, but I haven't seen him around."

"You missed him by a few months. A Superman, anyway." A younger, greener Superman, but Superman all the same.

"Well. This encounter could have definitely gone better, but I'd say we've done a good job so far. General newbie spiel, questioning of who you are, allusions to similar... stuff."

Allusions, huh. She probably should have been paying more attention. She uncrossed her arms with a sigh and rested them on her hips so that her spine straightened a bit.

"Right. I guess I'll... scope out the outside of the castle." She wasn't at all sure what she should do, but that seemed like something that needed to be done and she didn't want to seem so totally lost and helpless.

"Exploring is dandy, but uh... don't fly up too high. You sorta end up crashing into the ground. Pretty sure the last Supergirl's crater is still around here somewhere."

The most helpful of Bats.

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down

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