Unpopping: Gertrude Yorkes (Runaways)

[powervacuum]

((Unpopped with modly permission. Gert has no memory of the time she was here previously. Also, spoilers for the "Parental Guidance" arc of Runaways are under the cut tag.))

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[bad_date_nate]

Nate walked past the Popcorn Room and then stopped. And looked back. Ok, a teenage girl. That was normal. With a dinosaur. That wasn't.

He continued to rest against the wall as he stared at her quizzically and, more importantly, silently. No need to piss off the giant teeth. But after a bit it grow to be a bit rude, which would piss off the teeth anyway. "Hey," he said carefully, though he remained within bolting distance.

[powervacuum]

Hearing his voice, Gert and Old Lace oriented on Nate. "Hey," Gert replied hesitantly. Old Lace tilted her head. "So, uh, is this really a magic school in Scotland?"

[bad_date_nate]

Nate nodded carefully. "Seems to be." He didn't seem entirely certain himself; really he was just attending to follow his girlfriend. She seemed to believe it. And he had seen an angel. And Yoda.

"You didn't know?"

[powervacuum]

"No." Gert shook her head. "I figured this was... well, someplace else." If she'd been wrong in assuming this was an afterlife, she didn't need to bother anybody else with that.

[bad_date_nate]

Nate nodded again in understanding. He continued to watch, but finally he had to say, "There's a dinosaur there." Explain please.

[powervacuum]

Gert covered her mouth in false shock. "There is? Where?!" She looked around frantically before meeting eyes with Old Lace and breaking into laughter.

[bad_date_nate]

"Um. There," he added unnecessarily, nodding towards Old Lace. "It's a funny dinosaur?"

[powervacuum]

Gert's laughted died down, but slowly. "No, no, she's fine. She won't hurt you."

[bad_date_nate]

He continued to look at Old Lace curiously. "So you know her pretty well?"

[powervacuum]

"Yeah, and I have for a while." Old Lace looked off to one side; she was used to scaring people inadvertently.

[bad_date_nate]

He continued to stare at the dinosaur, not coming any closer despite Gert's comforting words. "Not for a billion years or however long it was since the comet, though? I'm Nate, by the way."

[powervacuum]

"Gert, and this is Old Lace. And actually, she's from the future." Old Lace made the deinonychus equivalent of a whine at the mention of mass extinction. "Genetic engineering."

[bad_date_nate]

Nate widened his eyes in surprise, but then narrowed again. "You're from the future?" He managed to ask this with a curious tone, rather than one of disbelief.

[powervacuum]

"She's from the future," Gert clarified. "The eighty-seventh century, to be exact. I'm from good ol' Zero-five, myself."

[bad_date_nate]

"Oh," Nate articulately responded. He finally broke out his patented Ken Doll smile. "From Zero-seven, myself. Well, closer to eight."

[powervacuum]

Well, that didn't make sense. "2007? Are you sure about that?"