Registration - I hate it!
Roleplaying Log: Registration - I hate it!
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Synopsis:

Alex Summers talks with Kara about why she's not appropriately addressing the Registration Act. And he gives her some advice - that she doesn't take so well.

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IC Date: June 18, 2019
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Posted On: 20 Jun 2019 03:27
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* OOC Time: Tue Jun 18 22:37:41 2019 *

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It's the middle of June, and the Registration Act was passed back in March. Supergirl has been very vocal about where and when she will be places to go against the whole thing. Right no she's in full on super hero uniform and walking into the crowds of people that make up Time Square. She holds up a sign and it says <Down with Registration> the back side says <Your kid may not need to register, that's the point>. And it seems like she's, yet again by herself.

She brought along a few extra signs to protest an she's standing there on the side of the walkway. Some people are grumbling that it's probably not even the real Supergirl. A few people walk up to get her photo and she obliges, even putting the sign away to hug a kid, or be awkwardly arm wrapped by men and women alike. And she sighs, slumping her shoulders, only having been out here a short time and already getting demoralized.

On the internet she had put the time and the place for an impromptu walk-out, strikes, walking through the streets. Though, unfamiliar with a life of work, and schedules. She probably shouldn't of planned it for 1:30pm in the afternoon on a workday. "Will you sign? Hello? Signature please, for going against the registration act?" A pause and she growls, "Oh come ON!" She shouts in frustration. A few people look, but, she's not getting very good traction.

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People are scared. The city hasn't fully recovered from the Chitauri attack that cost many lives, businesses, homes, and more from the people of New York. To a lot of them registration is a way to protect themselves. Fear makes it easy for them to do things they might not otherwise be comfortable doing.

By sheer chance Alex is in Time's Square. Not because he heard about the 'walk out' or the 'rally' but because walking is a good way to think and not be 'alone'. Or at least, not be separate from the rest of humanity. He's so lost in his thoughts that he nearly bumps into people if not for that sense of space that people have most of the time. He ends up stopping right next to the signs that Supergirl has brought for others to use and he blinks a few times as his thoughts shift to what was on his head, to what is before him.

Looking around for the owner of the signs Alex catches sight of the people gathered around the costumed heroine and he looks back down to the signs. .oO (Sometimes, it only takes one to make a difference Summers.) Oo. Alex thinks to himself as he reaches down to pick up one of the slogan boards Supergirl has made up. Lifting it up overhead he walks over towards Supergirl and the others with her for entirely different reasons; "Hope you don't mind some company." He offers to the Kryptonian, "I didn't bring my costume though. Hope you don't mind Supergirl."

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A sign, it's getting picked up? The one that says <Nothing's changed> on the back it says <We are all one race, ask a scientist>. Maybe she doesn't fully get the point. But, Supergirl is here, and she's toting her sign, and when another one is picked up and walks over attached to a real live person, she grins big and just jumps forward and hug-squeezes Alex with preternatural speed and then she pulls back. "No no no no! Sorry, I don't know who you area, and all that but thank you for showing up. I knew I'd get this Myspace thing down eventually. A part of the People. Says so right on the front page."

Sighing, she begins to look around as if there are going to be more people showing up. Maybe she was just early? She turns her head back and forth quickly, and she's moving fast in her excitement, "Are all your friends just sort of hanging back for now? Or, late? Or something? I brought about 30 signs, minus our two, that makes 28 left, I could make more if you brought more people… though I was expecting most people would bring their own." And she's a bit frantic as she grins, chuckling a bit, still looking around, and then she turns toward a random person and thrusts her clipboard in their face, "Sign!"

Maybe that person takes it the wrong way, either way they get super wide eyed, and that gentleman signs the clipboard without even reading it. Which causes the already ecstatic Supergirl to thrust her hands up over her head, "First signature by one Mister." She squints, "Uh, hmmm, squiggly, wiggle? I can't read this, maybe I should put a please print on it. Oh well, still! Right? A signature~!"

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All of that, where to begin! Alex is hugged and released so quickly he doesn't even have time to go slack jawed, the way in which Supergirl responds causes his confusion at it all to turn to wry amusement and it takes only a moment before he can come up with a plan of action to hopefully defuse what could be a horrible misunderstanding. A little bit of truth, a little bit of honesty, a little bit of… guesswork honestly.

"I'm not sure anyone else I know is going to be able to make it. There's a lot of businesses that don't take kindly to political activism on their dime and people tend to need to work in order to be able to afford, well, surviving in the city so it makes it difficult. It's a difficult situation all around but when put to the point I am guessing most people will choose to take care of the people they know first and foremost. Not everyone has what it takes to be a hero or we'd all be wearing tights all the time." He shudders, "Honestly, I'm ok with that. I don't think we should all be wearing tights. We can't all wear them with the same panache and grace you know?" He offers a genuine smile to Supergirl and says, "If you want my opinion, the only way we're going to get this Registration thing kicked to the curb is to remove the fear. That's what this is about, fear of the unknown. Fear of what tomorrow will bring. By putting names to the faces and the costumes it makes people less afraid because they /know/ something. Puts a lot of people at risk though. A lot of innocent people get put into the crosshairs by those who would do us harm or try to hurt us out of revenge for their own misdeeds being foiled."

Alex lifts his sign and waves it around slowly so people can see it then holds it still to talk to Supergirl again, "After all, we're afraid for /our/ loved ones, right? We want to protect them and still do good, still protect people and innocents. Fear is the problem all around. It's a tough nut to crack."

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Wait, what?! Supergirl's happy emotional state falls flat, and she slumps, "Uggghh!" And she cracks her sign into bits against the ground, shattering the wooden 2x4 she was using to hold it and then slumps down on the ground. Sitting, wrapping her knees up with her arms. "I -hate- this!" Supergirl grumbles loudly, loud enough to have people more quickly pick up their step and move along past the two.

"I - darn it! I ruined my sign." She plunks her head against her knees and then is shaking her head without looking up. "I don't even wear tights! Am I supposed to? All the heroes I see in tights are pretty … lame, to be honest. And unfashionable, the skirt is clearly the superior fashion choice, even if people say I'm a Super Barbie Doll. Which, you know, it -sounds- like a compliment until you realize that people don't like them. Like they don't like meeeeeeeeee!"

Starting to sniffle some, Supergirl has her face up against her knees, arms wrapped around her legs to pull them close, and she's just leaning up against one of those newspaper/magazine things and she bangs her head backwards which causes it to groan and rip those bolts that are in the cement right out of the ground before the newspaper distribution machine dents in from the forceful action. She's looking up at Alex and is pouting, sniffling and a bit of water in her eyes. "After months I'm still getting advice that I got on the -very- first day?! I already told everyone WHO I am. No one cares, I already promised MY protection. You can't get… better than that. I just want to go into that state congress office, and just… burn it all down … I'm so frustrated."

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Alex Summers blinks in surprise at the sudden twist of mood, "Serious question for you Supergirl." He doesn't break his sign, he does set it down and try steady the newspaper stand. Placing a hand on it to help it support the girl of steel as best it can given the circumstances, "On Krypton did they have the saying: Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it?"

Once Alex is sure the stand is going to hold up for the time being he moves to sit down right there on the sidewalk beside Supergirl so they are more eye to eye and he isn't looming over her. "We have several historical events on this planet that are very similar to this. Sometimes people with the best of intentions accidentally give people with bad intentions tools to do very bad things. I'd like to say humanity has evolved past all this sort of nonsense but it hasn't. Right now we're repeating history because we haven't learned yet. Thing is," He gestures around at all the people in Times Square who are going about their business, or giving them a wide birth after the near destruction of the newspaper machine, "These people, they just want to live without fear. They want to know that tomorrow isn't going to bring the end of their world. So what we've got to do is find a way to educate them without getting their backs up. Make them understand in a way that won't publically humiliate them or make them have to admit to being wrong."

Alex shrugs loosely, "It's a pickle for sure." His attention turns back to Supergirl, "Hi, by the way, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you Supergirl." He offers his hand to shake then asks, "Did they shake hands on Krypton?"

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"Yes, they had something similar. It roughly translates to - The repetition of bad events occurs due to lack of proper education and growth." Supergirl shrugs a little bit, "It sounds better in Kryptonian. Trust me." And she leans back a little more easily against the newspaper box, and looks over to Alex as he sits down. "I know, I know I know! I read all of your history, well, what is available in libraries, on the internet, in my phone rectangle. All of it that I could find about similar subjects. I have told people about them, and still, I get some who agree but want to do what abides by the 'law'. Like those Captains." A shake of her head with a bit of a brooding scrunched up facial expression.

Taking in a deep breath, "I've also tried this tactic. I tell people they are being stupid, do they want to be stupid? And it goes no where. I offer to educate them on proper societal changes and norms, and they also ignore. I speak about how by being this way they endanger their own hope and show off their insecurity. And… I get nothing or arguments." There's a pause, "I don't understand. It's just, it feels like this is one of those things where Earthlings wish to be lied to so that they feel as though they are still superior to the rest of the universe. Fragile egos." And then when the hand is presented she stiffly reaches out and shakes the hand offered, though it is sticking out straight so it kind of makes it hard to shake in this position. "No. But though it is awkward, I was told it shows respect. And I respect humans, and cute dogs, and cats, and those birds that hover by flapping their wings really fast. I have even done a handshake with the fin of a blue whale. You can call me Kara. I don't really - have that lying thing that other super heroes do. I'm just -me-. Despite what the Daily Planet's Cat Grant says…"

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"Kara then, if a human walked up to you on Krypton and told you that you and your whole people were doing things wrong or stupidly or being ignorant, how would you respond and feel?" Alex asks curiously. The shake, even from an awkward position is kept brief. Alex for his part managing to keep a curious expression on his face as he waits for Supergirl's answer to his question.

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"I would have asked them why they thought so. I would also be rather amused by their presumption to understand logic at even a child's level." Kara states, smiling and shakes her head, she sighs a bit. "Thanks, that really made me, kind of happy. To think of a human on Krypton, walking around and calling -us- stupid. I mean, you still do an exploding version of child birth. And you don't even understand the basics of genetics, let alone have the process for growth chambers down. And what is all this disorganization your society has… it's… ridiculous."

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With a laugh Alex says, "Fair points but," His laughter slows and then stops, "You wouldn't take them very seriously would you. So I ask you, why would you expect these people who have lived their whole life knowing a different set of rules, /why/ should they accept yours at face value when you wouldn't accept theirs if the situation were reversed?"

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Kara's mouth gapes open, "Be-cause- I'm using data AND science. Data Science. I mean, seriously. They think that mutants are a different race here. That belays a complete lack of understanding of genes, DNA, biology. It's… in the NAME. By Rao. If a human were able to even comprehend basic scientific facts we would even listen to them if they came up with a reasonable argument." Kara roles her eyes and shakes her head, "Why does -everything- here have to be about opinions? We looked for evidence in all things. It's so … errrgghh." She grips her hands tightly, white knuckling that action. "Alex, in your history books you were so ignorant to even think that people with raised levels of melanin in their outer skin were a different race till, well, some people STILL think that. Even though that's more the original human evolutionarily speaking, than the less melanin enriched skintones. So they -should- accept my statements because I'm right, both morally and scientifically."

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"Ahh, but you are forgetting one key thing Kara," Alex says after Supergirl finishes, "You were educated to believe things were a certain way. So you believe they are that way. Not to say they aren't," He holds up his hands palms towards her to hopefully forestall any objections, "These people, some of them might not know the truth of things because they haven't been educated on it. They simply don't know. So they don't believe. They're living in the dark ages but like Kryptonians did not walk out of their primordial seas fully formed and with all the knowledge of an advanced civilization, humans need to find their own way too." He considers, "A good scientist experiments, documents, and learns from what worked, and more importantly what /didn't/ work right? That's how they discover new things. New processes. New facts and discover how things really work. Humanity isn't as advanced as Kryptonians are, obviously, but we don't all believe mutants are a different race. Mutants are a different evolutionary branch, but they can interbreed with humans so they are still the same overall species. To some, because they have the X-Gene, which is a genetic marker that differentiates them from regular homo sapiens, it does make them a different race. Scientifically speaking. Just like cro magnon man and homo sapiens could interbreed but were still two genetically different races. The problem is that nobody wants to see themselves as the caveman that is less advanced."

Alex opens his mouth to say more, but stops himself, "I've gotten sidetracked from my original point. The original point I was trying to make is that just like you can tell a child that something is hot, they won't really know until they touch it. Humanity is still child like to you, but we've got to learn some things on our own. We can't just be told it and take it as gospel. That'd make us blind followers and trap us into a path not necessarily our own."

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"That makes it worse. They don't know, they don't care to know, or they lack the capacity to know. With your archaic outdated technology you can discern the truth of what I say. All it takes is someone not knowing, and instead of going with what they are told on their phone rectangle or television box, they actually ask questions."

Kara seems frustrated as she explains this to Alex, "X actives are differentiated by one or a few genes. Children possess at least 60 new genes compared to their parents. Most of them just don't have an expression. The variation between humans and Neanderthal was much greater." A sigh and she shakes her head, "Yes, humans are dumb small and weak. Just like children. I know, I've been trying to say that."

She looks up, and then she stops, "You will probably consider that an insult, it's just true. But, yes, I agree. The hot analogy is so true. It's just, in this instance, so many innocent people are being hurt, disenfranchised, and everyone wants to gain patience to allow others to learn to accept these other full people. In times like this, the answer is not to give space but to tell what needs to be done, and punish if it is not. We must treat this child as if he has a grenade."

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"The difference Kara," Alex says softly, "Is you aren't our parent. I don't disagree with you on any of those points. Right now we're entering a very low and dark point in our current history. It is the wrong path, and I am hopeful that we can get back on the right one before to much harm is done." He reaches for his sign, well the one he claimed and picks it up with one hand to wave it around over his head. "We may not be your children, but I am still thankful that you are fighting the good fight and trying to get people to see they're on the wrong path. Eventually though, people are going to have to make that decision for themselves, and hopefully they don't get burned to badly right?" He offers her a small smile and rests the sign across his knees. "But, lets think like scientists on this point shall we? It is folly to try the same thing over and over again and expect different results. That is by definition, a point of madness right?"

Alex looks around and gestures at the people with his free hand, "Using deductive reasoning and logic, we know that people, humanity, as a whole is very set in it's ways. It doesn't like change that doesn't benefit them. So if we punish them all we are going to do is make them double down that super powered beings, whatever the source of their power, are something to be feared, resented, and hated. If we behave as if we are superior to them, like we know better and they're simply… wrong," He leans over towards her and murmurs, "Regardless of the point that they actually /are/ wrong," Then he leans back and says more conversationally, "Then they will think we are belittling and demeaning them. So what we need to do, in my opinion, is not rail at them, or get angry, or impatient, but we need to teach them. Patiently. Like teaching a child. We educate them how it is wrong not with defiant and righteous indignation, but by showing them the truth. How humanity has already gone down this path. How making people register because they are different, is commonly the precursor to genocide. That the information, even if gained with the best of intentions, can be used to do irreparable harm if acquired by the wrong people. How it puts innocents at risk. People who have done no harm to anyone at all. The only question that remains then is how."

Alex looks back at Kara, "How do you teach a stubborn child the truth of what you say?" He shrugs, "The path of punishment though… that's a dark road to dark deeds. That's the same thing they're doing, and it's just as wrong for us to do it, as it is wrong for them to do it."

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Kara lets her hands slide down from her legs and touch the ground. She offers, quietly, "I don't want to be anyone's parent. I -want- to have my parents back. My family, my friends, the little store at the corner that sold music from the furthest reaches of the galaxy. What I -want-, doesn't matter." Instead of getting angry she just seems tired, unable to really even get upset any more on this topic.

"I feel like I have tried everything. I have put up a video, I have marched, I participated in defending people, I stopped Registration centers from operating, I gave space for people to… find their own mistakes, even at the cost of lives and injury." And then she looks up and over to Alex, she quirks her mouth to the side some, "I even gave everyone my name. In hopes, they knew, that I was a person too, one who was on their side. Fighting for them, with them, in hopes. And yet… you, and the so-called Juggernaut are the only ones who have been interested in genuinely helping. Oh, and Jen. But she's… green, so she gets worried at events like this it took me a while to figure that out."

And then she sighs out, and offers, "Alex, I think. If we could get… a lot of us. Those of us in costume to go out and walk, to refuse to register. To stand up in our… 'tights' and skirts, then I think. I hope, that those who have started this Act will think again, out of fear or respect, I do not care, and stop it." She smiles lightly, "My father would say that weapons were needed to defend the spaces where hope may live. He always taught me that strength was important and I feel like I have let him down. I have… more strength than this world can handle, and yet I cannot seem to figure out how to defend hope. My… cousin, he… he's better at it than I am. Maybe I should just give up, but, he won't intercede. He doesn't want to influence Earth's decision. I think he's afraid."

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"That's depressing." Alex says with a sigh, "That the Juggernaut and I would be on the same side about something." Alex rubs his face with his hands and then smiles a little sadly himself. "You want to know what would happen if we got a bunch of us together in our costumes and just said no?" He bumps his shoulder lightly into Supergirls, "What would happen is they'd see us as a threat. They'd see us as weapons who were unwilling to obey the rightful laws of the land. Right or wrong, the law is the law, and that's the words they would use to organize those who are for the Registration act against us. They'd send the police in, or swat, or the military, or their own super teams and they would have orders to arrest us for breaking the law. They'd treat us as armed and dangerous criminals because in the eyes of that Law, we are."

Alex lets things fall to silence for a few long moments, "Eventually, someone would do something stupid. Powers would be used. Someone would be shot. People would get hurt, and then there would be fighting. There'd be war. It'd be us against them in a very real, very physical way. People would get hurt. Innocent people would die. All those deaths would be blamed on us, if only we followed the law and the rules, nobody would have gotten hurt." He rubs his cheekbone with the side of his thumb for a moment like there was a minor itch, "In the end Kara, if we choose to not try and deal with this Registration Act, within the law, people are going to fight and people could die over it. Is that something you see Superman willing to do? Be the cause of other people's deaths? I think if anything, he'd try to stop us."

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"He wouldn't fight us. He's … different than me." Kara mentions and she sounds a little proud of that. "I am a Kryptonian, he is an Earthling. People are already dying. People are already hurt. Innocents are already falling. All that evil needs to succeed is for good to do nothing." Kara offers up a slightly altered quote. "He was right. Though, maybe you are not entirely wrong. If we could present a force so … beyond what they could deal with. Perhaps they would be drawn out to talk, at the very least."

Thinking about that she smiles a little bit, "Thank you, I … I think I may have an idea, a plan." She's chewing her lower lip, "Something, that will make the world stop… for a moment, and hold their breath. A moment in time, and space, where just maybe, reason might exist. My cousin will not show. And if he does, I'll… handle him. He is worshipped here, and that, that builds a box that prevents movement. No one likes me, which means I'm free to do something stupid."

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"I wouldn't say no one likes you Kara," Alex says with a wider smile, "I like you a lot. I see a lot of good in you, a lot of needing to do /something/ to make sure that good prevails and that is very noble and very heroic. I am a little, well, a lot… concerned about your idea though. You put humanities back up against a wall and what's going to happen is they're going to fight. They will fight even unto their own extermination if they feel their backs are against a wall. I hope you're not planning to lead an alien invasion here to try and get us to unify against it. Even if we did unify against an overwhelming force, that unity would only last until the threat was dealt with then it'll go back to the way it was. It's happened with every world war we've had. Nations befriend each other, they fight together against a common enemy, and when that enemy is defeated they are right back at each others throats before to long. As much as it pains me to say it, humanity right now is set on a divisive path and not a unifying one. Maybe we need to evolve a little bit more to take that next step, as a people."

* * *

There's a bit of a laugh at the idea of the alien invasion, "No, no…" A pause as Kara offers, "Well, not exactly." She smiles still, her eyes gleaming a little bit. Turning more toward Alex, "Look. People, real people, don't like me. Look at any article from Cat Grant. There's some, sure, people who think I'm Kal's little sister, or that he is somehow… yuck, my dad." She grimaces a bit, "Or that mayyyybe I'm some copy of his. Which is super far from the truth, anyhow. People like me, not because I'm Kara Zor-El, but because I'm… Supergirl. Superman's smaller, blonder female version."

And she looks more seriously at Alex, leaning in a bit, "Maybe I give them a target. One that doesn't fight, and doesn't yield. One that is unified, but not large in number enough to risk endangering others." Kara smiles more, "Evolution is going to be too slow for the children who are losing parents, Alex. 1 more, is too many. I just have to give them space where hope can live. That moment to think about the choices they have. I should go, if anyone else shows up, they can have the signs." Standing suddenly, she grins again to Alex, "Thanks for showing up today."

* * *

Rising to his feet as well, Alex gives Supergirl a serious look, "I hope I am wrong but I think I've got an idea of what you're thinking. Just… here." He pulls out a small notebook from an inside pocket and a pen. The notebook is full of equations and physics and things about the density of different rocks and stuff like that. Probably childsplay to a Kryptonian honestly. Alex flips past those to a fresh sheet and writes down his name and a phone number. "I know we just met, but call me before you do anything ok? Let's talk about it, the thing is… there's a quote I like, a person can be smart. A person can be reasoned with. A person can learn. Mobs though? They never learn. They never reason. Even the smartest and most reasonable person can do stupid and unreasonable things if they're caught up in a mob." He tears the piece of paper loose and offers it to her, "I don't know if you think you're invincible because you're Supergirl, but I promise you, there is no one in this universe that is truly invincible. Not even the universe itself."

* * *

Taking the paper she kind of looks at it, and then smiles, "I've got it memorized Alex. I'll send you a message." And she adds to that, a moment later, "If you ever need Supergirl. Just say so, where ever you are, on Earth, really. I'll find you, help you out, okay?" And she puts up a hand though, as you warn her of things. "It was nice meeting you. And, take care." She lifts off the ground, hovering a few feet, she waves, "I know I'm not invincible Alex. Right now that's not what is important. What's important - it's like you said - be the scientist, try something new, until something works. I have to be unstoppable." And then she rockets off up into the skies of New York.

* * *

Watching her fly up into the sky Alex can't help but smile a little, "I wonder if Krypton has stories about what happens when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object." His smile turns a bit sad but hands go into his pockets and he looks back around the square before heading off and dropping into his own thoughts again. "I bet she doesn't call me before she does whatever she's going to do either. Ugh." He mutters to himself and then is lost in the crowd of Times Square.

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