[video]

[canaria]

[This video opens with a woman in a bubble bath; the bubbles stop just a couple of inches under her collarbones, and her hair is pulled back in a tight bun. Sara has the device precariously balanced on the edge of the tub and leaning against the wall.]

My name is Sara Lance, hello, hi, greetings, etcetera. Among the ranks of the new here, I guess. Clearly, I'm already taking advantage of some downtime in my new place of residence.

[And trying to not think about recent painful losses back home.]

So fun story: Back in my world, I don't have any powers that would be called superhuman per say. But according to that file thing I have some now? Anyway, I have a more serious question about that: Are control issues a, well, issue with those ones we get here? Because uh. If so, I'd rather get that adjusted sooner rather than later. Any and all advice welcome and appreciated.

[She's absolutely not considering the weird bloodlust side effect from the Lazarus Pit back home as a 'superhuman' power, despite its weird magical/mystical origins or whatever the hell. As for her powers here, she's not saying what they are yet. Most of them seem not really dangerous on the surface, exactly, but she's not dumb enough to think that they couldn't be dangerous in some circumstance. Something can always go wrong. Something can always control her rather than she it.]

Or, if you don't have any advice on that topic, you Maurtia Falls people especially can give me advice on the best places to get coffee here.

Comments

video; id: Leonard Snart

[catchacold]

[So that is Sara.

Len doesn't know why she chooses to do this from a bathtub, but he honestly isn't even thinking about judging that one way or the other, not that he likely would have cared much either way. Her choice, her business, but most importantly this is Sara. This is the Sara he knows, he is certain of that. Looks, voice, mannerism, everything.

What he's less sure about, what he can't know, is whether this is also the Sara that knows him. Part of him almost doesn't want to find out.

Even so, he finally turns on his device, switches to video - not in a bath and fully clothed - and realises that he has no idea what to say. Not a feeling he's overly familiar with.]

Sara.

[canaria]

[Because she's multitasking, that's why.

If she'd been drinking or eating something, she would have half spit it out and half choked on it as soon as she saw that face and heard that voice. God, she's got to see him in one piece. Somehow.]

You're-- [--not exploded?!?

ok Sara be chill, be chill. She doesn't really know what to say, how to follow that up, either.]

I mean. Holy shit, hi. [That's relief in her voice, yes. And surprise.]

[catchacold]

[That answers several questions and normally Leonard would have thought to put the recording to private. But he's not thinking very clearly right now, which is saying a lot for him.]

Been a while.

[The relief in her voice, it makes him smile and it also hurts to hear.]

Maurtia Falls, huh? Sure you don't want to get on a plane to Florida?

[canaria]

Too long.

[Yeah so, it's been longer for him than it has for her, but it's still been too long for her.]

Does it come with sharing a bottle of alcohol, a card game, and catching up? 'Cause if so, I'm already sold on the idea of a flight.

[catchacold]

I agree.

[Longer and longer still, because he thought it was forever. This doesn't really count, this is limbo, but he can't help the smile even so.]

All included in the price.

[canaria]

Hell yeah, consider my bags packed. And by that I mean the, like, three things I own here so far. So, just say when.

[catchacold]

When.

I'm sending the ticket info to your... Whatever that thing is called, communicator. My address is Heropa 20. I'll see you there?