Kara gets - Culture shock
Roleplaying Log: Kara gets - Culture shock
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Gwen and Supergirl talk when they should be shopping. And scare Kara.

Other Characters Referenced: Trajectory
IC Date: May 04, 2019
IC Location: Gwen's apartment
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 08 May 2019 04:56
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It's a girls night out. And of course, Kara will message… oh, she can't. She threw her phone into space the other day. So, instead, she's finding a public phone that she can use. Frustrated because it wants coins or a credit card thing to put in for pricing. So, instead, she kind of paces back and forth in front of Gwen's apartment complex for a while, not even sure if she's there or not. And then pulls one of those childhood teenage movies where the friend, love interest, etc throws rocks to hit the window of the person they are trying to get the attention of. This means, likely in an alley or something because Gwen would want an easy escape into the city.

"Gwen." She stage whispers from down below, looking around, "Pssssst. Gwen." Another rock, that just goes right through the window, causing a hole in the window and Kara winces. "Oh… darnit."

* * *

A short montage later involving a broom and a dustpan, duct tape and the thickest panes of cardboard Gwen can find, and a sourly patient lecture to Kara about how knocking on front doors is a permissible substitute for throwing rocks, Gwen finally asks Kara, "What's on your mind?"

* * *

"Oh? I thought I shouldn't really come by without… asking first." Kara winces a bit, "And so, I was wanting to call, but I couldn't use any of those stupid phones. With the buttons… and they don't listen to me when I try to explain anything." A roll of her eyes before she puts out her hands, and sighs, "I kind of want… more clothes. And I figured, I could get materials and you know, make them myself. But I thought you might also have a really good insight into what would work well. I mean, miniskirts are a clear winner on this planet. Though I still need something other than my costume, I have this one dress I made, and this…" Her jeans and white tee with Girl Power on it. "Ideas? Shopping? Oooh, we could get something to eat too, a root beer float…"

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Gwen thinks about it, hands deep in her hoodie pockets. "Sure, I got some time. What makes you think miniskirts are winners here?" she asks, offhandedly.

* * *

There's a bit of blinking before, Kara sort of blushes suddenly. "Uh, I just mean, cause, you know, my Supergirl uniform, is and…" She clears her throat a little quickly, blinking a bit more. As she asks, "Is there a place that you like to go, for clothes?" Her cheeks still a bit pinkish from the first question.

* * *

"Yeah, donation bins," Gwen says wryly. "I still haven't found a job on this world. Don't change the subject. What are you thinking?"

* * *

Staring right at Gwen, Kara just gives an awkward grin, "I, well, I and, Liz, we coupled…" She looks to the side, and then back around the room and kind of reaches a hand up to her hair and plays with it some, fidgetting, "And, sort of commented about… the skirt being something that created physical desire."

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Gwen raises her eyebrows slightly, and nods. "And you want to be physically desired?" she prompts. Her tone isn't judgmental; it's curious, in an almost childlike way.

* * *

Showing teeth because of how awkwardly her lips are contorted in a grimace of sorts, Kara just uhhhhhs, "Yes?" And winces, scrunching up her face a bit. "Is that weird? I mean, I haven't even had her DNA tested. I should, I need to… are there genetic compatability scanners open still?"

* * *

Gwen's eyes widen a little in surprise. "Oh, you were talking about by Liz specifically? I thought you meant, like, you want to be physically desired in general. But, uh, genetic compatibility scanners aren't a thing here. Humans don't know how to reproduce except dimorphically." She pauses, replays that conversation in her memory, and her face goes from just surprised to openly shocked. "Wait, are you trying to have a baby with her already?"

* * *

"Well, I was meaning… yes. In general… sure?" Kara thinks about it a bit more, and kind of nods her head slowly, with a bit of a squinted expression. "Do you think, an older brother type figure, who isn't really my older brother, would get really upset if I was… in general?" A more purposeful question, but she moves on, with the conversation bit. The look of shock tells Kara she's got a dumb idea for Earth, and she errrs, "Um. Maybe? Isn't that what you do? Find the person who matches you, have children so that your species flourishes? It won't make sense if humans and kryptonians aren't genetically compatible. Can't go, based upon, biological looks though if we did, it'd be kind of startling." And she shrugs, "Is there a reason to wait?"

* * *

"Depends on the older brother. Most humans have internalized ideas that a woman who's physically attractive is property to be jealously guarded, and is also less than human so she deserves contempt. You're probably not talking about a human, though, so I don't know." Gwen says all this rather dismissively, as if it's a formality to get to the real point. "A lot of people have children, but some don't, especially gay people. Since they can't reproduce naturally, they have a lot of decisions to make, like about artificial insemination or surrogacy, which partner contributes the genetic material, whether adoption is better… or, whether you're straight or not, some people don't want kids for reasons of their own. Have you asked Liz whether she wants children, or talked about who would carry it?"

* * *

"He might as well be human." Kara mentions as she almost flippantly comments back with a bit of a huff to her tone. Though she's quickly moving on to the next topic of conversation. And then there's a bit of an awkward look, and Kara raises an eyebrow up about the whole 'carry it' conversation. "Um, what? Carry? I mean, I'm pretty strong, so I don't thing a few ounces of flesh and bones, is going to be difficult to carry. Oh, you mean, because it'll be kryptonian there's that… flight, got it. Yes, it could be difficult, so I suppose I would carry it most of the time." And she nods her head, "Though I think from Kal's description, powers sort of manifested linearly with age. So, that shouldn't be a difficulty, except it could probably still break a human finger pretty easily." And then there's the rest of it, "Ask her if she wants children? No one wants children, it's kind of the duty of our people…" Weird look given to Gwen, "Don't you understand the purpose of biological reproduction? It isn't about want, we need to do it, otherwise our culture dies off."

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Gwen isn't getting sidetracked here. "Uh, you do know that on Earth, fetuses gestate inside the mother's body for forty weeks until the mother gives birth, right?"

* * *

Kara's eyes get really big as she practically chokes on her own breathing. And she blinks a few more times, a lot of times, and then gets this weird scrunching face, and then a bigger face, and then she's confused. "Wait. How does it get in there?" She clearly has skipped human biological reproduction in her studies of science. Maybe she felt she already understood genetics enough to just… avoid it.

* * *

Gwen's been in science mode for most of this conversation, but this, finally, has become awkward enough to put a little pink in her cheeks. "Men and women have different generative organs that, during sexual intercourse, allow the man to inject his DNA into the woman's body where, if it meets and penetrates the embryonic egg she's produced, will cause a fetus to begin growing." She pauses. "So, however it's done on your planet, probably the opposite of that."

* * *

"By Rao, I understand how sex works!" Kara exclaims, probably a bit too loudly. And then she seems to be getting a little green around the gills, "So, then, it… connects inside, and grows… inside, the… woman?" And she grimaces a little more, "That's so… barbaric. And then… wait, does it come out… the…" Kara's eyes get even bigger and she starts putting pieces together, and sits down. She has to sit down, on whatever is nearest, ending up sitting on a coffee table or something similar, just keeping her legs closed, awkwardly, "Nnnnh. No, no, no… that's, she'll have to do that part. There is … no way, but, she could be killed by a Kryptonian child… ugh, and crap. She can't, I mean, we can't, without genetic… combiners…" Whatever kind of 'future' she thought was about to be figured out - just went from super smooth to horribly crashed and burned. "So, I have to find a male to pair with? Is this what you are telling me?"

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"What? No. Why would you have to find a man to pair with?" Gwen asks. "Are you still hung up on the idea that you have to procreate?" Gwen takes a seat on the couch, assuming the shopping trip has been, if not called off, then at least significantly delayed. There's plenty of room for Kara to join her. "Do you actually want to procreate, or is it a compulsion with you?"

* * *

There's a pause, and Kara mentions, "it's required." She starts, closing her eyes, "It is so difficult to talk in your language." She mutters, throwing some anger at something that doesn't deserve it. And she moves to the couch, and frowns, her eyes moving back and forth fast enough to be kind of blurry as she's thinking about something pretty intently. And she flops backwards against the couch, and spreads her arms out, "I wish I had known… How far behind ARE you in technology? Not -one- person on this backwards planet has some kind of genetic splicing device? Or combiner? Or growth chamber? I'm sure someone has to…"

* * *

Gwen thinks about it, and decides she's not bothered by the insult directed at her species. It's too fair to get mad at. "I haven't done the research here, but I think we've only gotten as far as producing direct genetic duplicates of lower lifeforms. A sheep was the last I heard about." She thinks about changing the subject to how Kryptonians have sex without reproducing, but really, a moment's thought makes it pretty obvious they're probably manipulated during the cloning process to be sterile.

* * *

Another scrunch of her face, and Kara says with a bit of disgust, "Clones?" She shakes her head, "You are cloning sheep. You should stop there. Actual clones come out evil, every time." She sighs and shakes her head, "We actually extract genetic material from two people, combine it, remove illnesses choose the best traits, and then have them incubate in a growth chamber. Their DNA is recorded for purposes of optimization for the next generation. But… we don't use that combination ever again. That's just… it's wrong. Frankly." And she sighs, "Okay. Okay. So, no combiners. That's why I'm… I should break up with Liz then? I guess. This sucks. And it's so much fun to… be with her."

* * *

"Kara, I'm following you as best I can, but there's a big cultural barrier here that's confusing me. I don't understand why you have to break up with Liz, or why you have to reproduce. Like… there are so many options to get pregnant and still stay with Liz if that's what you want."

* * *

"If you have a child with someone's genetics, they are the best person to help that child understand and grow. To learn, to develop. Pairing is about procreation. Procreation needs parenting. Parenting is a duty we have to our species, our culture, our future. It's bigger than… whatever this is… that I have now." Kara comments and sighs, frustrated even as she looks over to Gwen, "Does that make it clearer? I'm not sure how you all have stumbled along here on Earth, but on Krypton we knew what was best."

* * *

Gwen shrugs lightly. "On Earth, we think parents deserve as much consideration as children do, and that the parents' happiness contributes to the child's. What lesson do you teach a child if you spend your life with someone you don't want to be with?"

* * *

There's a moment where Kara goes to open her mouth, and she stops, and then she goes to speak again, and then she stops. Closing her eyes, she sighs, "I have to think about this… it's just. You don't get it. My mother and father weren't… they didn't… love one another. Not in the way that your media presents it. They grew to love one another after a time, with a clear dedication, a purpose. They each were important figures on Krypton, and they both had me. I was their purpose, I was their future. How could two people not come together with such an important task ahead of them?" She sighs, and runs her hands up to her face, rubbing at her temples some, "If I do what I want, I'm turning my back on my people. And then, that's it. Krypton really ends with me. Or, I do what is right, and I have to destroy a thing I care a lot about. And hurt someone I care about. And all because I didn't do enough research…"

* * *

"Was Krypton a monolith? Nothing ever changed except the people living in it?" Gwen settles on.

* * *

Kara quirks her mouth and shakes her head a bit, "No. It changed regularly, as we gained new technologies, especially. Krypton was around for a very long time." Kara responds, not sure what Gwen is going on about at this point.

* * *

"Then isn't it natural for Krypton's social standards to change as you're the one left to carry them on?" Gwen asks, as gently as she can. "Or are you afraid to change because there's no larger society to deflect the responsibility for change onto, so you have to own it?"

* * *

Those are hard questions. Kara looks over at Gwen and she smiles a bit. "I see what you are attempting to do. It… isn't easy to unilaterally decide the future of an entire people." There's a deep intake of breath before she lets it out slowly. "I think I need to talk it over with Liz, first, she may know of a genetic manipulation device of any kind that we can repurpose. Or, she might be able to make one. And she might… not want to pair with me that way. I mean, she didn't respond when I said how much I care." A little shrug, "Oh well, then, physical desire based clothes then. You up for helping me with that?"

* * *

Gwen quirks a little smile. "Sure. Let's do that."

* * *

Pushing herself up, Kara stands and turns to Gwen, "You said you shop at the Thrift store? I don't think I've seen that place… but I'm willing to try anything. And… I kind of hate you right now, for putting that picture of… human birthing, into my head. Euuugh." She shakes with a shiver, "I will have to tell Kal… though, maybe he already knows. Still, I bet it will ruin his day."

* * *

Gwen stands up. "If you can afford better clothes, then you should go to a better shop. You get slightly more respect while being physically desirable if it looks like it cost a lot of money to look that way." She heads to the door, lets Kara out, and locks it behind her. "So, do you just not have animals on Krypton, or do you artifically reproduce them too?" she asks as they walk down the hall.

* * *

"You mean pets?" Kara questions a bit as she looks back in the general direction of Gwen, as she locks the door. Kara is grinning big, "I met Krypto the other day. He's this dog who can fly. And he's super cute, and loveable. I like cats here." And she shrugs a bit, "I don't remember anyone -I- knew who had a lesser beast as a pet on Krypton. Though they existed, for sure. Many in the science and religious castes found it… improper or a waste of time to have them." A little shrug, "They do take a lot of time to care for."

* * *

Gwen nods. "I meant any animal - or any mammal, I suppose is what I really meant - but that explains why you hadn't figured it out yet." She opens the door to the front of the apartment complex and holds it for Kara. "So, tell me about your religion," she invites, inspiring a few passersby within earshot to roll their eyes and walk faster.

* * *

With the change in subject matter, Kara just offers, "We mastered genetics a long time ago. Microbiology, large creatures. It wasn't beneficial to allow randomness to play a major roll in evolution." And she doesn't seem to worry too much about people around her, and she smiles a bit more at the religion topic. "Well, it's kind of strange. Since, Rao is the sun, and we know that. Though Rao's will has had actual effects on Krypton… so, he's kind of a willful star in that way, and that elevated him to god hood. But he's not the only one, there are a dozen or so gods, lots of demigods, and then like in your Greek myths, plenty of Titans who exhibit near godlike powers."

* * *

Gwen nods at the bus stop. "What do they do for you, and what do you do for them?"

* * *

"Do for us?" Kara questions a little bit at that, "I guess… I never thought about that. THere are many stories about Rao defeating other gods. Cythonna was the goddess of Ice, and she was defeated by Rao. Which is, in a lot of ways, a parable. Ice is destroyed by Fire. People are made up of water, and the sun can both keep us warm enough to live, but also kill us by dehydration. Your Egyptians understood this with their Ra? Sun god. Both the giver and taker of life." And she gets to the bus stop with Gwen but she mentions with a smile, "I think our religion would confuse you. It isn't about give and take, it's about duty. My powers here, they are the power of Rao - in our belief. We have followers of Rao, the highest in the religious caste, who would be possessed of his will and speak his judgment. Nightwing, Flamebird, these are two beings reborn again and again. Godlings, of sorts." A bit of a shrug.

* * *

"Okay," Gwen says mildly, and doesn't push it. "What do you want to talk about instead?"

* * *

"We could keep talking about religion. It's just. From our conversation before, I was assuming you would have the same problem with it." A bit of a shrug and Kara wonders after that, "Are you part of any groups? I think it'd be great to patrol with others, do things with others. I'm just… all by myself most nights and days."

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