multiplez | Fandom High Lawn, Tuesday Morning

After SPD Officer Blake dropped Z off at the gates, she shouldered her backpack, picked up the SPD issue duffel bag she'd been given, and headed off to find someone who could help her find her new dorm room. She was wearing an SPD cadet's black and grey uniform because, well, it was clean, and hopefully it would help her to ID this other cadet. If it didn't, the giant 'SPD' emblazoned across her bag probably would. Space Patrol Delta, it seemed, really liked labeling things.

As she was crossing the lawn, she almost ran into a petite girl hauling a duffel bag of her own. The girl had messy blue hair and clothes with a lot of safety pins, and seemed kind of cranky. Z guessed, somehow, that she was going to meet the woman in black in the convertible down at the gates, the one Officer Blake had tried to flirt with until he realized she was pregnant. There was definitely a family resemblance.

"Watch it!" the blue-haired girl snapped.

"Sorry! Hey, I'm new here. Do you know where I need to go?"

"Uh, yeah, they're settin' up some kind of welcome thing over there."

"Thanks! I'm Z."

"And I'll have forgotten long before I see you again, so...later."

The blue-haired girl headed off, and Z shrugged. Whatever, she was used to unfriendly people by now. She headed for the front lawn, since the blue-haired girl didn't seem to be wrong about that. Time to make a good first impression.

"Okay, Z," she said to herself under her breath. "Whatever you do, don't replicate."

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"You've never heard of the Avengers?" Jamie asked with his eyebrows practically shooting off his head. "You're kidding me right? And who's Sirian? I've never heard of him."

"No. I mean, should I have? The Sirians are a race. Or they were. I think there's only one now; they got kind of wiped out. Very sad."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Jamie said apologetically, "But seriously... the Avengers. They're only like the biggest superhero team ever. I mean they have *Thor*. You've heard of Thor, right?"

At some point in her spotty schooling, yes, Z has stumbled across Norse mythology. Also, the library was warm and didn't kick her out. "Of course I've heard of Thor."

"Well there you go... Thor is part of the Avengers," Jamie said still slightly confused. "And they have a new line-up now with that Wolverine guy too." he said testing the mutant-tolerancy waters.

"That's--Thor's not real! Is he? And wolverines? You're just messing with me, aren't you?"

"C'mon! What planet are you from? Of course he's real. And not 'wolverines'... 'Wolverine'. Short guy? Bad temper? Wears tights?"

"I'm from Earth. Born and raised...If he wears tights, no wonder he has a bad temper."

"Try telling him that..."

"That's a possibility... I'm also thinking you and I may not be from the same... place. Exactly"

"That would certainly explain some things. Do you have Power Rangers where you're from?"

"Nope. Do they have mutants where you're from?" Jamie asked cautiously.

"Um. Define 'mutant.'" Z tenses up, ready for fight-or-flight if necessary.

"Next evolutionary step on the ladder for humanity?" Jamie said tensely. "Perhaps with special... talents?"

Z's expression is now bordering on panic. Oh, this is not how she wanted to start her day. "Why do you ask?"

"Um. No reason," Jamie said with a trace of worry in his voice. "Just that my world has them. That's all. Does yours?"

"Okay, fine, I'm a freak! Who told you?"

"What?! No. Not you! Me! Wait... You're a mutant too?"

"I guess. Never heard it called that before, but I guess it's a better word than 'freak.' Wait, what? You?"

"Uh. Yeah, though I've been called a 'freak' myself on numerous occasions as well," Jamie admitted. "We're not exactly popular where I'm from."

"There's only one other guy that I know of, but 'not popular' would be a good way of phrasing it. 'Chased out of schools' also works. What can you do? Jack walks through walls."

Jamie checks around to make sure that nobody is looking and stamps his foot a couple of times and allowing a few duplicates to appear.

"Duplication," Jamie says gesturing to his identical dupes standing around him.

"Show off," one of his duplicates said while rolling his eyes.

"He's just trying to impress the girl," The other duplicate explained.

"And he should know better than to display his power in public," The final dupe said with a worried expression on his face.

Jamie sighed and quickly absorbed them all back into himself. "The tend to be an unruly lot."

Z stared mutely until all of the dupes had been reabsorbed. "You're joking." Her eyes flashed gold for a moment, and suddenly there were four Zs.

"Oh, now who's showing off?"

"That would be me."

"Us," the third corrected. "Or her. Depending on how we want to use the pronouns."

Then her eyes glowed again and there was only one. "Really? Mine usually behave pretty well. Usually."

Jamie just stood there opened mouthed. "Seriously. I didn't just imagine that?"

"No. Seriously."

"The only other person I know who can to that tried to k-"

Oops.

"Kick me. We don't talk much anymore."

Jamie just stared at Z awkwardly.

"This is a little weird, isn't it?"

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