Recruiting for the Revolution
Roleplaying Log: Recruiting for the Revolution
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Synopsis:

Kara and Gwen try to regret Jen Hayden to their social revolution.

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IC Date: March 20, 2019
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OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 22 Mar 2019 03:59
Rating & Warnings: R for language
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Finding Gwen was easy enough. As Supergirl, or Kara even, she's able to see right to all the normal facial details of the other superhero so it is no surprise when - for Kara - at least when she finds Gwen and sort of walks up to the other woman. "I need your help." She mentions, and starts to explain how she stalked this green woman, who works as part of SHIELD and who had some great advice.

"I was told I needed to go to The Congress, and make them stop the registration. When I started to read about them on your… internet pages, it was very confusing. I do not know if they are worthles garbage, or amazing at driving fanaticism. So, I need words. A speech. Who better to do that than a SHIELD agent?" Asks Kara mostly to herself, "Do you have any food to bring? I have heard it is the fastest way to a human's heart. I studied your biology and it does not make any sense, but it seems to be a metaphor."

Completely unconcerned that she's dressed like a somewhat normal teen, and whatever Gwen's in at this moment, as well, and she doesn't explain at all how she knows her.

* * *

Gwen opens the door to her apartment to find Supergirl there. "Uh," she says before she's bowled over verbally and semi-physically when Kara invites herself in to start going over her discussion topics without preamble. It's hard for her to listen to Kara's ramble while she's outright panicking, her heartrate soaring and her blood pressure redlining, but she does her best to focus on dual tracks at once. When she can finally get a word in, she says, "Okay, we're going to return to the topic of how you know where to find me and why you came over without calling to ask me if it's alright, but for right now, I owe you enough to let this go. What are you talking about, SHIELD agent?"

* * *

There's a pause in her outburst of conversation, and Kara stops a moment to slow down. "Right. Okay, in order." She smiles a bit, "I have x-ray vision, and can smell and hear everything." Kara mentions without further explanation, "I followed an agent for about a mile, before confronting her." She stands tall, and points, "I need your help citizen." Attempting to sound regal or powerful, and then she smiles a bit, "It was epic. I inspired her to help me. Registration bad, SHIELD head won't talk to me, instead of just busting right in…" Like she's doing now, "I decided to listen to her. I know where she is at already, some park a little distance from their big building. I like your words, they helped me, so I think if we all put our heads together. The Congress will have to listen." A look at Gwen and then she kind of glances at the door, in a bit of 'impatience' perhaps? Or 'ready?'

* * *

Gwen stares at Kara for a minute, then shakes her head and lets it go. "Okay. This is important," she says, gets her coat, and gestures vaguely toward the door in an 'after you' kind of way.

* * *

Kara eyes light up and she grins bigger, "Yes? Yes. Great!" She moves ahead at near super speed for a moment, before coming back. She laughs lightly, "Slow down, right. Normal clothes." Then she's moving at more normal speeds, though at a quick step, "Once we are out of sight… I'll whisk us there, okay?" Wonders one blonde to the other, "Sorry for just showing up. I was excited to talk with you again." And she's walk with Gwen like a normal person until they have an alley or something else to 'disappear from'. As long as Gwen is accepting Kara will carry her again, flying to the park at a quick speed. Plan - Land out of sight as well from where ever Jen is at the present.

* * *

"No," Gwen says firmly. "We have to walk or take a bus or something! No one can track me back to my roommate's apartment!"

* * *

Jen gets very little free time anymore. SHIELD's training for the … 'special recruits' is a strange mix of exhausting and low-pressure. There aren't drill sergeants trying to break people down or push them to exhaustion. It's this relentless pressure of expecting the candidate to beat their own best times and then casually compare them to the rest of the class.

For the first time in a long time, whatever else Jen says about SHIELD she has to admit: she's pushing herself to succeed.

But downtime is important and the petite mossy-haired mutant is sitting in a park with a camera bag next to her and a sketchpad in her hands. She's not a very talented artist and doesn't seem to care, either, working in charcoals to try and capture some of the park's residents. Clean jeans, new sneakers, and windbreaker— she doesn't even look like the same seemingly-homeless photographer she was a few weeks ago.

* * *

The slow way it is then… though Kara will just banter on about how she discovered a program called Spotify. And how it plays from her phone that she also got recently. She will offer her earbuds and phone to Gwen if she wants to listen during the trip.

Her playlist, if even glanced, is filled with a lot of exciting Pop songs, even some really heavy dance pop stuff from artists like Aqua. All positive, upbeat kind of songs, feel good music that make people dance. And Disney soundtracks, "Have you seen Frozen? It is a heart wrenching story of simulated people." Starts Kara as she is walking into the park, "She has control over ice, I think I fought someone like that a few weeks ago. I called him Elsa, but for whatever reason he did not like it, thought I was insulting him. I just believe he has an internal struggle he has to overcome. In prison."

* * *

The offer to share earbuds does a lot to mollify Gwen, who had admittedly been taking the invasion of privacy pretty hard. She's a littler surprised at how many of these songs she mostly recognizes despite not knowing the bands behind them (for instance, "Come on Barbie, let's go party" is a pretty toothless variant of what she thinks of as the REAL lyric, "Come on Barbie, you're a hottie" as written by Crush-with-an-umlaut), which is kind of fascinating in a detached, scientific way. She keeps the observations to herself, though. No point mentioning it to someone who wouldn't get the reference.

As they walk up toward Jen, Gwen is explaining to Kara, "He considers it an insult because on this world, women are mostly hated. Calling him a woman indicates he's mentally inferior, morally inferior, and should be owned as property." She doesn't feel like sugarcoating it.

* * *

Jen Hayden looks up just in time to see the two blondes coming right at her. She stares at them blankly for a few seconds, unable to place a name to the faces. And then it *clicks* for Supergirl and she groans. Audibly. Earbuds are pulled out and the Dropkick Murphys play for a few seconds before she pauses. "God. You *are* stalking me." She eyes the other blonde (Gwen) apprehensively. "Is this your girlfriend or something?" she asks, with an ascerbic defensiveness.

* * *

Walking into the area of the park, and just sort of talking, and approaching Jen. When the words come in her direction, Kara looks up and then asks Jen, "Are women basically slaves on Earth?" She seems to furrow her brow a little bit, before shaking her head, "I am not stalking you. I approached from a reasonable direction this time, without being stealthy about it. That is not stalking." She seems a bit confused by the other question though and looks to Gwen. And then back to Jen, and then back to Gwen, "Are you…? On Krypton there would be much more… contact for that." Then she is going quiet, and not sure how to proceed. Thought process - derailed.

* * *

Gwen isn't embarrassed by the suggestion. "No, we just met," she explains to Jennifer. "Hi. I'm Gwen. I'm… honestly not sure what I'm doing here, but I kind of get the feeling she wanted an Earthling interpreter to try to smooth over any rough spots in what she's about to say." She offers Jen a hand to shake, and explains to Kara, "You'll have to tell me more about it another time. It's probably too complex to get into right now."

* * *

Jen's pinching the bridge of her nose. It looks like Kara's causing her physical pain. "No, I mean…" She sighs. "Forget it," she tells Kara, waving it off. She looks Gwen up and down with a flight sort of awarness. Clocking her as friend or foe.

Well, not 'foe' at least, though Jen's diposition isn't exactly sunny. "Gwen. Hey. Yeah. I'm Jen," she tells the woman. "I guess you're buddies with Supergirl, huh?"

She looks back and forth between them. "So… why *are* you here?" she inquires of the Woman of Steel, cautiously. Her sketchpad's set aside for the moment.

* * *

There's a momentary smile and nod of her head, "It is the same then." She comments right after Gwen's comment about just having met.

Then to Jen's questions, her hand gesturing out to Jen, "You inspired me, Jen of Earth and SHIELD. To talk with The Congress about registration." Kara offers, and looks seriously, "At first, I thought. I should just break into their offices and tell them, 'Registration is bad, you should vote against it.' But I thought about what Gwen told me, that each person needs to have… a choice. Even in situations when it is clearly a bad thing." The kryptonian says, and smiles, "So. Help me with a speech." To Gwen, "You know, Earth, culture and have great words." She looks to Jen, "You speak plainly, and are helpful in directions I did not think to look." Then to both, "Together, we can make a change, for good. Are you both with me?" Hopeful wide eyes look between the other women, as she clasps her hands together, waiting for an answer.

* * *

Gwen nods at Jen. "Yeah, that's fair," she says, a bit cautiously; why is Jen so concerned about the nature of the relationship here? That's something to keep an eye on. Thinking about it is enough of a distraction that she nearly misses seeing Kara clasp her hands pleadingly. Gwen, who has never seen a real person clasp her hands like that before, blinks, shakes it off, and looks back to Jen.

* * *

Jen looks from Kara to Gwen. Then back to Kara.

"Is she for real?" she inquires of Gwen, wiggling a thumb at the Kryptonian. "'cause if this is an act.. 's a pretty good act," she concedes. Her words are a little lyrical, a cadence to them that comes from growing up in the poor parts of New York.

"One rinky little speech isn't gonna *do* anything," Jen reminds Kara. Her tone suggests this has been brought up before. "You need coverage. Media reports. Newspapers. Social media," she suggests. "You're just one more nutcase on the street screaming about oppression until someone with more reach agrees to spread your words around."

* * *

"I am for real. And you are for real. And Gwen is for real. We are 3 real people, with real differences and we agree." Looking between them, Kara closes in, trying to make a circle. "The other things, they will come, I am certain. The words need to be there first."

Looking over to Gwen, "Your words, they touched me. They made me think again. I felt you were honest, brave, compassionate, and understood the complexity of the problem. When you talked to me, I felt changed." And looking over to Jen, "You speak your mind. You know the steps, you just listed them off without even a reminder. I do not know these things. I am lost without your practicality. One speech does not matter, it is true. But good people need our help, and we can already be 3 who stand against the tide. With a speech, on your social media, how many more can we be?"

* * *

Gwen pokes Kara in the shoulder. "Feels real," she observes, and tucks her hand back into her coat pocket against the cruel New York cold. She listens to Kara's explanation, and asks Jen, "I'm along because I think this is important. It's people's lives, you know? I'm worried about where this goes from here. If this is how I can help, then this is how I can help."

* * *

Jen gets to her feet with a grunt and meticulously dusts off her new jeans. "Look, like…" She shifts, uncomfortably. "I don't know what I can do here. Okay? SHIELD's got me locked in. I got things I gotta figure out about me and my family, and these Lantern freaks and why I got kidnapped by a frickin' space alien."

She pushes mossy green hair behind her ear. "And honest like.. don't take this wrong, but I'm kind of *living* registration. I have been for a while." She gestures at her greenenss. "I kinda stand out among the normies, y'know?"

* * *

Turning to look at Gwen, Kara smiles big, "I am real." She mentions again, and then nods her head slowly. Turning to face Jen then, perhaps expecting a similar kind of answer. And she gets … something different. Kara's eyes blink a little bit in confusion at first, then her mouth starts to form a frown that she can't hide, "You are saying that because you cannot hide in this world, the world that treats women as property and difference as a crime, you are too busy to help? How? What is more important?" Looking to Gwen for some help, her happy excited demeanor fading to some kind of worried frustration, with her eyes strained open and lips frowning.

* * *

Gwen shakes her head no at Kara. "Be calm," she reminds Kara. "Whether or not that's even what Jen meant, she has to take care of herself because probably? No one else is helping her right now. She has to do what she has to do." She nods to Jen and lets her proceed.

* * *

Jen bristles, her cheeks turning a mottled green. "What's *more important*?" she asks, querulously. She steps forward at Kara, even if it's something like a poodle aggressing on a Doberman. "You think you're gonna just land out of the clear blue, snap your fingers—" she demonstrates, a sarcastic overhead snap while her eyes are locked on Kara. "And fix all the worlds problems with a clever speech?"

"That's about the most arrogant-ass thing I've ever heard," she tells Kara. "I seen people stand on street corners for eighteen hours a day getting petition signatures. They volunteer to go into the drug dens to pull kids out of smack houses. Unarmed, alone."

"But you're here, now!" she exclaims. "All the problems the world has are solely a result of how stupid we is and you're gonna set everything straight with a speech?"

Jen rubs her temples, visibly trying to calm herself. Are her eyes glowing a little. "Look. I get it. You're trying. A+ for fuckin' effort," she tells Kara. "But you have no idea what registration is. It's a bunch of racists who want to make it easier to discriminate. A *lot* of regular folks who are just stupid and scared. And a few people who want to make a profit with power inhibitors and ghettoization of Mutant Town. You're not gonna win them over with a speech." She raises both eyebrows and her hands move as if offering something invisible to Kara. "Do you *see* why I'm a little cranky, now?"

* * *

Kara shakes and trembles from the aggressive poodle coming after her with words. The kryptonian looks down, hugging herself about her abdomen and she trembles more. A quiet, "No" is first offered to the speech question, and her mouth is opening, she's breathing harder, deeper. She says a little more loudly, "No." To the second time she's asked if the 'speech' she feels will end everything. And then the question about being cranky and Kara stomps her food on the ground, "No!" She lets out loudly, her stomp sending shockwaves through the ground.

"You complain, and yet you were the one who told me, to rally people. That I couldn't fight them, I would win. I would win." Kara shakes her head, and lets out a shaking breath, "It is not right to take away someone's choice. Even if they do it to protect them self, even if they do it to, hide their fear." She looks right at Jen, "I cannot make you help. I cannot make you believe in people, I am not stupid. I know your people lie, and they are corrupt. But there are also those… who inspire, and have hope. Those who deserve being saved even if they do not believe it themselves. I could make them listen, I could MAKE them all listen. I cannot make them believe, but I can give them hope. With words, and in actions."

She takes in a slow amount of air through her nose, and lets it out slowly. "I understand being forced to call a place home that was not of my choosing. I understand being lost, alone, and afraid. I have a choice to hide behind those things and do nothing, or I can use them, to do more than is expected of me. I need the words, and the place to put them, to help let others know… they are not alone, and they need not be afraid. How does that not deserve even some of your care?"

* * *

Jen's cheeks mottle again, but this time in embarassment over Kara's resolute defiance. And in truth, the green-skinned girl is not a courageous person. Bluster and irritation, and when Kara stomps the ground in force she pales and stumbles a pace backwards.

"Fuck. Okay. Sorry," Jen says, through gritted teeth, and holds her palms up in surrender. "Just please don't … stomp anymore. Okay?"

She temples her palms over her mouth and nose, trying to calm herself down.

"Look. Okay. Fine, the truth is that I'm fucking scared," Jen tells Kara. "Okay? I've been on my own my entire life. I got a *hint* of something *almost* like family a few years ago and it's the happiest thing I got up here." She taps the side of her head.

"So lookit from my perspective. I spent my life getting kicked around, beat, and spat on because I'm green. For once, I've got a chance here to do something that might actually help me understand *why* that happened." Her eyes get a bit misty but she doesn't cry. Never let 'em see you cry, even if her distress is obvious. "So you tell me if it's *fair* to make me set aside this… this little thing I got going, and jump on the bandwagon with a space alien telling me I'm not doing enough for this world as it is?"

* * *

"Fair?!" Kara's voice raises a moment, probably a bit too much as it echoes and ripples through the park, leaves shaking from the sudden breeze she makes. She stammers a moment, "I am sorry." Taking a step back, "You are right. It is not fair." Closing her eyes she nods her head, "You do what you wish. No one is telling you that you are not doing enough Jen. I am merely saying, it is unfair, but there is more to do. And someone is asking if you will help do it."

With a quick look to the ground, "It is not fair. It is not equal, it is not right that those of us who have already lost, and already are doing… still have more to do. In your history, there have been times, many times, when those who have suffered, and endured, lost, and endured, were asked to risk again. And no one blamed those who said no, no one blamed those who took a step back and thought they could not risk anymore. The others, they took on the burden of those who walked away."

"Jen, of Earth, I see a smart woman, who is doing what makes her happiest. I should not ever have asked you to risk that. You are right, and it is okay. I am sorry."

* * *

Gwen lays a hand on Kara's shoulder and squeezes approvingly. The relationship with Jen isn't there yet, so she can't do that, but she can and does nod at Jen. "We came up to you out of the blue to ask you to drop everything and help us. There's no hard feelings if you say no." She pauses, then asks curiously, "So you have a good thing going?"

* * *

Jen has a hard time making eye contact for a little bit after that. Her posture is defensive, expression guilty. It's clear that she's feeling no small amount of shame and remorse.

"It's okay," she says in quiet response to Gwen's question. A tiny shoulder shrugs. "They feed me. Got some new clothes out of it. Made a few friends for the first time in… years," she realizes.

She sighs heavily and looks back up at them. "I'unno. I've got something to do. I got someone I gotta *find*. I've been getting my teeth kicked in for so fucking long, I just…" She looks dejected. "I dropped out of high school when I was fourteen. I barely got my GED. I got traction under my feet for the first time since I was sixteen and it feels kinda…. kinda good. Most of 'em are assholes," she agrees. "But there's a few who are doing good things. I think. So far."

* * *

"If you need my help. Just call. I am happy, goodness is finding you." Kara says as she starts to turn away. Looking over to Gwen she asks, "I will ride the bus again with you? I am sorry that I broke into your home. And made you come along." Her shoulders slumped a little bit, definitely not the energetic person she came in as. And she starts to walk away. "I just, thought it would work…" Putting her hands into her jeans pockets, she will just start walking away.

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