25-7 Indeterminate (Interlude: Vista)
- Location
- The House of Moon and Star
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Vista:
Arranging a sleepover wasn't supposed to be difficult. Especially not when all the attendees were already in the building they'd be sleepovering in and weren't about to leave. And there were only two other attendees. Admittedly, Vista had never done it before, but she was a superhero. She'd fought Nazis, Supervillains and Nazi Supervillains, as well as more ordinary crooks. It should have been a piece of cake.
Instead, it was a big emotionally and logistically complicated mess.
They'd discussed who to invite, and the result was okay, Vista supposed. She wasn't entirely happy about Sophia coming, but it would have been hard to exclude her since she'd been sleeping at headquarters ever since she'd gotten out of Master/Stranger screening. The boys all being unavailable was a mixed blessing, and Vespiary apparently being grounded sucked. Vista had been looking forward to properly meeting the girl; she'd helped take on Lung!
But that was okay. Vista could meet her later, and making a good impression on Jacqueline was important too.
They'd discussed their materiel needs: all of which were already on hand in the common room. They'd handled parental permission, at least for Jacqueline: Vista stayed at headquarters all the time (metaphorically) and Sophia stayed at headquarters all the time (literally, though she did seem to use the rest of the building).
Vista had some ideas for how to pass the time, even if they hadn't actually talked about it. She'd spent her own time since that discussion well, talking with Agent Stone and then practicing with her powers at the powers range. And all was well, logistically speaking. They had everything Vista thought they'd need.
At least until a sinking realisation struck: what she didn't have was either of the other girls' phone numbers, a place to meet, or a time things would start. That was something of a problem. And they hadn't figured out who'd be inviting Sophia, either. Had Jacqueline even met her? Vista didn't see when she could have, not properly. Right, Vista needed to find them and sort things out.
Vista's ability to sense people, despite having its uses, wasn't a practical answer. While her Manton limitation prevented her from warping space occupied by living beings, and indirectly allowed her to sense their presence, location, and size to some extent as a result, it didn't differentiate beyond that. And there were dozens of people in PRT headquarters at all times. It just wasn't workable.
Instead, she took the simple expedient of going straight to the training gym. As expected, Sophia was there, training. The old Sophia and the new one weren't all that different, not in that regard.
Though the old one had been a lot better at it. Better than Vista, if only by the advantage of a more developed body, and even that had sometimes felt like an excuse on Vista's part. The new one, not so much.
They seemed to share the same drive, that same urge to not be weak as the old Sophia had so scathingly put it. It was obvious in the way they put a hundred and ten percent into their training, as Coach Newman at school would have put it.
The difference was that the new one had no idea what she was doing. Well, that and her awareness that she had no idea what she was doing, with its consequent willingness to actually listen to the trooper who was instructing her. The old Sophia would have never done that. But the old Sophia wouldn't have left half a dozen openings Vista could have used to bring her down instantly in the course of a few seconds. Or any.
But figuring how to subdue her teammate violently wasn't what Vista had come to the training gym to do. Inviting said teammate to a sleepover was.
At least the new Sophia didn't have the confidence to be a complete jerk to everybody she met, nor the same unjustified feeling of superiority over Vista. That was a plus. Vista had no desire to be insulted for something as simple as basic socialization.
Like how the old Sophia had done so many times, until Vista had stopped asking. Or like how Vista had done with her silence, only a few days before. To this Sophia.
That was also something of a problem.
Vista considered just leaving a note, but that was the coward's way out. And pretty likely to be missed, anyway. There was a certain hesitation before she stepped forward, but Vista hadn't become a superhero by halting at the first sign of danger.
"Uh, hi?", probably wasn't the best opener, Vista would admit. At least New Sophia didn't comment on it. The old Sophia would have made some scathing remark, Vista was sure, and that would have hurt more than Vista really wanted to admit.
Though the new version's obvious nervousness wasn't much better in that regard. Instead of feeling bullied, Vista felt like a bully. She could barely even hear New Sophia's answering "hi". Nothing for it but to keep going.
"We're having a sleepover."
"We are?"
New Sophia looked so confused, but also kind of excited. That was good? Despite the misunderstanding?
"Jacqueline and I are. Not you."
And that was bad. Sophia looked stricken. And she started to apologise, just to make Vista feel worse.
Vista let her finish. It was better than interrupting her, if only just. The lesser of two evils. Being evil at all wasn't something Vista enjoyed, but she'd left herself with no other options.
She was already kicking herself for not leaving herself any other options.
Eventually she got to explain what she actually meant, that she was actually trying to invite New Sophia, not just exclude her to be mean.
"I'm sorry, I'm not explaining this very well. Jacqueline and I are having a sleepover, and we want you to know you can come."
And all was well.
Or at least less horribly awkward. Somewhat.
Sophia was told to go down to headquarters once she was done training, and Vista would go find Jacqueline.
And now Vista had to find Jacqueline. She'd looked everywhere. Maybe not literally, but everywhere a Ward might be. The training gym. The power range. Headquarters, including the common room, the console, and the private rooms. The other testing and training areas. She'd considered checking the meeting rooms, but Jacqueline had sworn off those that very day. The bathrooms, as embarrassing as that was. The roof, with its fairly decent view of the city. Jacqueline was in none of those places.
And Vista had no idea where she might be.
So she just kept searching. She was starting to think using her power to find Jacqueline wasn't such a bad idea after all, since Jacqueline was probably a lot shorter than most of the people in the building, when she almost ran into Agent Stone.
Thankfully, Vista's years as a superhero had left her with good reflexes, so there was no collision to speak of. And the agent was quite willing to share what she knew. Apparently, the last she'd heard of Jacqueline she was in the Archives, the Archivist having called Stone's office to make sure Jacqueline was who she said she was. That had been several hours ago, but it was at least a place to start.
Well, once she'd learned where the Archives actually were, they were a place to start. And Jacqueline was…
Still there. Reading a bunch of old dusty reports.
Weird.
Well, Vista had found her. Now she just needed to actually go and do sleepover stuff. Even if she didn't really trust New Sophia. Even if she felt guilty about not trusting New Sophia, and even if she felt guilty about how she'd treated New Sophia. Even if New Sophia obviously wasn't comfortable with her. Even if Jacqueline was ridiculously goody-goody and might be an alien trying and not quite succeeding at pretending to be human. Like, a friendly and kinda funny alien, but still very different psychologically. The kind you'd expect to see eating a hamburger upside down, like on that one cartoon Vista had seen when she was a kid. Or maybe a robot, like that other cartoon Vista had seen when she was a kid. Vista wasn't sure.
Vista's stomach growled, just a little.
Even if she was hungry. She just had to do it.
Was that Night's profile at the top of the pile shoved away from Jacqueline? Why? Night was nobody a new Ward should be messing with, and as far as Vista knew she hadn't been seen in almost a year.
Ugh. Jacqueline was really weird.
Arranging a sleepover wasn't supposed to be difficult. Especially not when all the attendees were already in the building they'd be sleepovering in and weren't about to leave. And there were only two other attendees. Admittedly, Vista had never done it before, but she was a superhero. She'd fought Nazis, Supervillains and Nazi Supervillains, as well as more ordinary crooks. It should have been a piece of cake.
Instead, it was a big emotionally and logistically complicated mess.
They'd discussed who to invite, and the result was okay, Vista supposed. She wasn't entirely happy about Sophia coming, but it would have been hard to exclude her since she'd been sleeping at headquarters ever since she'd gotten out of Master/Stranger screening. The boys all being unavailable was a mixed blessing, and Vespiary apparently being grounded sucked. Vista had been looking forward to properly meeting the girl; she'd helped take on Lung!
But that was okay. Vista could meet her later, and making a good impression on Jacqueline was important too.
They'd discussed their materiel needs: all of which were already on hand in the common room. They'd handled parental permission, at least for Jacqueline: Vista stayed at headquarters all the time (metaphorically) and Sophia stayed at headquarters all the time (literally, though she did seem to use the rest of the building).
Vista had some ideas for how to pass the time, even if they hadn't actually talked about it. She'd spent her own time since that discussion well, talking with Agent Stone and then practicing with her powers at the powers range. And all was well, logistically speaking. They had everything Vista thought they'd need.
At least until a sinking realisation struck: what she didn't have was either of the other girls' phone numbers, a place to meet, or a time things would start. That was something of a problem. And they hadn't figured out who'd be inviting Sophia, either. Had Jacqueline even met her? Vista didn't see when she could have, not properly. Right, Vista needed to find them and sort things out.
Vista's ability to sense people, despite having its uses, wasn't a practical answer. While her Manton limitation prevented her from warping space occupied by living beings, and indirectly allowed her to sense their presence, location, and size to some extent as a result, it didn't differentiate beyond that. And there were dozens of people in PRT headquarters at all times. It just wasn't workable.
Instead, she took the simple expedient of going straight to the training gym. As expected, Sophia was there, training. The old Sophia and the new one weren't all that different, not in that regard.
Though the old one had been a lot better at it. Better than Vista, if only by the advantage of a more developed body, and even that had sometimes felt like an excuse on Vista's part. The new one, not so much.
They seemed to share the same drive, that same urge to not be weak as the old Sophia had so scathingly put it. It was obvious in the way they put a hundred and ten percent into their training, as Coach Newman at school would have put it.
The difference was that the new one had no idea what she was doing. Well, that and her awareness that she had no idea what she was doing, with its consequent willingness to actually listen to the trooper who was instructing her. The old Sophia would have never done that. But the old Sophia wouldn't have left half a dozen openings Vista could have used to bring her down instantly in the course of a few seconds. Or any.
But figuring how to subdue her teammate violently wasn't what Vista had come to the training gym to do. Inviting said teammate to a sleepover was.
At least the new Sophia didn't have the confidence to be a complete jerk to everybody she met, nor the same unjustified feeling of superiority over Vista. That was a plus. Vista had no desire to be insulted for something as simple as basic socialization.
Like how the old Sophia had done so many times, until Vista had stopped asking. Or like how Vista had done with her silence, only a few days before. To this Sophia.
That was also something of a problem.
Vista considered just leaving a note, but that was the coward's way out. And pretty likely to be missed, anyway. There was a certain hesitation before she stepped forward, but Vista hadn't become a superhero by halting at the first sign of danger.
"Uh, hi?", probably wasn't the best opener, Vista would admit. At least New Sophia didn't comment on it. The old Sophia would have made some scathing remark, Vista was sure, and that would have hurt more than Vista really wanted to admit.
Though the new version's obvious nervousness wasn't much better in that regard. Instead of feeling bullied, Vista felt like a bully. She could barely even hear New Sophia's answering "hi". Nothing for it but to keep going.
"We're having a sleepover."
"We are?"
New Sophia looked so confused, but also kind of excited. That was good? Despite the misunderstanding?
"Jacqueline and I are. Not you."
And that was bad. Sophia looked stricken. And she started to apologise, just to make Vista feel worse.
Vista let her finish. It was better than interrupting her, if only just. The lesser of two evils. Being evil at all wasn't something Vista enjoyed, but she'd left herself with no other options.
She was already kicking herself for not leaving herself any other options.
Eventually she got to explain what she actually meant, that she was actually trying to invite New Sophia, not just exclude her to be mean.
"I'm sorry, I'm not explaining this very well. Jacqueline and I are having a sleepover, and we want you to know you can come."
And all was well.
Or at least less horribly awkward. Somewhat.
Sophia was told to go down to headquarters once she was done training, and Vista would go find Jacqueline.
And now Vista had to find Jacqueline. She'd looked everywhere. Maybe not literally, but everywhere a Ward might be. The training gym. The power range. Headquarters, including the common room, the console, and the private rooms. The other testing and training areas. She'd considered checking the meeting rooms, but Jacqueline had sworn off those that very day. The bathrooms, as embarrassing as that was. The roof, with its fairly decent view of the city. Jacqueline was in none of those places.
And Vista had no idea where she might be.
So she just kept searching. She was starting to think using her power to find Jacqueline wasn't such a bad idea after all, since Jacqueline was probably a lot shorter than most of the people in the building, when she almost ran into Agent Stone.
Thankfully, Vista's years as a superhero had left her with good reflexes, so there was no collision to speak of. And the agent was quite willing to share what she knew. Apparently, the last she'd heard of Jacqueline she was in the Archives, the Archivist having called Stone's office to make sure Jacqueline was who she said she was. That had been several hours ago, but it was at least a place to start.
Well, once she'd learned where the Archives actually were, they were a place to start. And Jacqueline was…
Still there. Reading a bunch of old dusty reports.
Weird.
Well, Vista had found her. Now she just needed to actually go and do sleepover stuff. Even if she didn't really trust New Sophia. Even if she felt guilty about not trusting New Sophia, and even if she felt guilty about how she'd treated New Sophia. Even if New Sophia obviously wasn't comfortable with her. Even if Jacqueline was ridiculously goody-goody and might be an alien trying and not quite succeeding at pretending to be human. Like, a friendly and kinda funny alien, but still very different psychologically. The kind you'd expect to see eating a hamburger upside down, like on that one cartoon Vista had seen when she was a kid. Or maybe a robot, like that other cartoon Vista had seen when she was a kid. Vista wasn't sure.
Vista's stomach growled, just a little.
Even if she was hungry. She just had to do it.
Was that Night's profile at the top of the pile shoved away from Jacqueline? Why? Night was nobody a new Ward should be messing with, and as far as Vista knew she hadn't been seen in almost a year.
Ugh. Jacqueline was really weird.