8-Inside of my glorious mind

[amansgottadowhat]

Unidentifiable foes, although there is a suspiciously familiar lab coat and goggles adorning one of them, lie at his feet, defeated, perhaps unconscious, perhaps without a pulse any longer.

But he is in a lovely stereotypical flower-filled field, surrounded by women at his arms, and lots of celebration going on and a parade, for him, in the background. You can tell it's for him because of his face being plastered everywhere.

[OoC: Sorry for late! Do whatever, say whatever, whoever is welcome.]

Comments

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

He grinned widely at this. "It is no trouble to me, Kara, but rather my pleasure. I'll go on whichever ride you'd like."

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmmm..."

Kara tapped her lip thoughtfully. Disneyland was sort of a different experience when you could fly and such, but that didn't mean it still wasn't fun.

"Space Mountain!" she finally decided.

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

"Space Mountain it is, then." It was rather close to where they were standing currently, and when they reached the ride he opened the entrance way gate for her. He was about to say 'ladies first', but he remembered what she had said about corniness, and decided against it. Besides, silently opening the door was often as highly looked upon as accompanying the gesture with saying something.

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

Kara smiled at him as he opened the door for her and grabbed his arm again as she walked past, dragging him after her.

"Space Mountain with no line is going to be awesome," she said. "Actual space is kinda boring unless there's like a fight going on. Just a lot of emptiness."

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

"Ah? I've not had the pleasure of going into space." Right, she was a super. He'd have to tell her one day that he'd read about her when he was younger. Assuming it wasn't just a complete coincidence. You know. Probably.