PARADISA

[When Evan rolls out of bed this morning, he doesn't notice anything wrong at first...until he opens his eyes, and is seeing everything in a weird mix of red and blue....which makes him notice the horned helmet he's wearing, the slight sting of a contact lens in one of his eyes, the uncomfortable fullness of a mouthful of pointy toothcaps....and the rather tight, mustard yellow body suit he's wearing, a similarly colored skateboard propped on the wall nearby. Evan only knows one person who dresses like this, and while he doubts that Mituna would do something like this, he has to find out for sure.]

[Filtered to Mituna Captor]

Hey, uhh...Mituna? Did you like...come and put your clotheth on me in the middle of the night ath a joke? I've got your helmet on and everything.

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[Those out and about today will see the odd sight of a young man in the aforementioned mustard yellow bodysuit attempting (and failing) to skateboard down the hallways, occasionally struggling with the odd-looking helmet on his head. The only way one could tell that this wasn't Mituna was the raised blue lines that extend from Evan's lips, which cross his cheeks diagonally, and terminate at his ears.]

[Evan's just walking near the pier, looking for what would normally be the familiar sight of Utopia off in the distance, but seeing as how this San Diego wasn't his San Diego, it's nowhere to be found. He sighs into the journal, grateful that the natives here weren't giving him strange looks.]

It's kinda funny. In my world, San Diego is the home of the "other" school for mutants like me, Graymalkin Industries, and Utopia, which is an island nation created just for mutants. Normally, you can see if from anywhere on the San Diego coast.

It doesn't exist here, even a little. Yet...people don't look at me like I've got a second head when I walk around. I did pretty well in my class on parallel universes and stuff, but...stuff like this is just beyond me. Has anything like this ever happened before? What was it like?

[Meanwhile, Evan's just gonna be skipping rocks in the ocean, and trying not to think about the fact that he had to beat on a pack of dinosaurs, and did so more viciously and powerfully than he likes to think himself capable.]

[After talking to Stephanie, Evan has been keeping himself busy,  trying to find Supergirl. He knew she was likely gone for good, but he didn't want to believe it. He's combed every inch of what's left of the Lewis and Clark, the town, the woods, and even a mile or two out into the Dead Zone, and hasn't found anything. That why he's sitting on the roof tonight, clad in a fancy new suit of armor (though he asked the castle for a G on the abdomen, instead of the A pictured), and he's got his guitars surrounding him, as he plays a tune over the journal, before speaking.]

I...didn't know her as well as I would've liked, and...I'm sure it's obvious to everyone who knew her, but...Kara Zor-El....Supergirl....has gone home.

[Following that, Evan's just gonna sit on the roof, his legs dangling over the edge, as he watches over the grounds and the town in the distance, lost in thought.]

[Evan had awoken, like most mornings, at 6 am. Almost immediately he could tell something was off. His hands were stained a dark red color, as though he'd washed his hands in blood, though he couldn't remember doing anything the previous day that might have caused that. It's not until he gets out bed and strolls over to the bathroom that it really registers in his head what's going on. On his chest is a symbol he knows all too well, and his waist is adorned with a large letter A. Worst of all, the mocking nickname Quentin gave him was scrawled across his forehead in big letters, broadcasting to all that he was "KID APOCALYPSE". It's almost more than he can bear, and he staggers out of the bathroom, his emotions welling up beyond his control.]

No...it's not....this is not who I am!

[Thinking quickly, he runs back to the bathroom to try and scrub it off, but no matter how much soap and water he applies, no matter how hard he scrubs, the stains won't come off.]

God...I'm...I'm not...NO!!!

[Anyone on the third floor just now will hear a loud explosion come from the room marked "Evan Sabahnur", and his door will fly off of it's hinges a few moments later, and what was an ordinary castle room will have been reduced to a blackened husk, with Evan at it's center, his journal laying open in front of him. Try to approach him, and you'll find yourself buffeted by an invisible force coming from Evan himself, though he has no control over it. For now he's just gonna sit here and sob, his tears falling large and wet on the journal's pages.]

[With all the confusion of the past month, Evan hasn't had much time to spend with one of his favorite people in the castle. Curious, he heads to Abby's room to see if she's cut herself off from people again, as she was wont to do. When he finds the empty nameplate, it takes every bit of self-control he has not to bash the door in out of frustration. Instead, he walks down to the music room, and set his journal down in front of him as he plugs in a guitar, taking a cue from his cousin of the appropriate thing to do when you have emotions to express. His voice shaking, Evan dictates to his journal...]

I...don't know who all of her friends were, but...Abby's gone home. I don't know what's waiting for her there but...I think she was happy here. That should have been enough...

[Then, he plays a song both for her, and himself.]

[After his first few wishes of the day, as well as listening to the journal, Evan's fairly quickly figured out what's going on. Rather than fighting or complaining about it, however, he's decided to get creative. He can be found in the kitchen, wishing for pies of all varieties and ingredients, experimenting with what regular foods taste good baked into pie. He's currently up to his gills in a pear and peanut butter pie, when he decides to speak to his journal between bites.]

If thish ish shomething the cashtle does every year, I think I've found another reashon to rike thish plasche.

[He chews and swallows.]

As weird castle stuff goes, this isn't half bad. I personally recommend the bacon apple pie. It's really good!

[Now he's just gonna go back to stuffing his face, and will likely be in the kitchen for a while, possibly hoping for some company.]

[Evan couldn't fly. He knows it, but he didn't really know it. He was basing his assumption entirely on his entrance to Paradisa, and his setting the lobby on fire when he'd done so, and had otherwise been avoiding actively trying to fly, in case he embarrassed himself trying. That's why, tonight, anyone who comes out to the roof will see a young gray-skinned young man standing on the ledge, trying and repeatedly failing to leap from the ledge, only to crash spectacularly on the pavement below. It doesn't actually hurt him, but it does leave boy-sized craters every time he lands.]

So...uhh...I know what my loss is, but...how specific are they? If someone had lost the ability to fly, for example, would they be able to fly if like...someone threw them, or if someone who could fly gave them sort of a running start? I'm kinda curious to see what the limitations are. If...uhh...you're someone who could help, meet me up on the roof.

[After that, he'll resume his attempts,his journal open and catching his repeated failed attempts, which sound like someone falling from a great height, and then scaling the castle's outer wall over and over. feel free to reply over the journal, or ogle the insanity in person.]

( Filtered to Charlie Cluster-7//Private )

( Filtered to Good Guys and Hero-types, and The Avengers )

[With those filters done, Evan can be found in the lobby, sliding back and forth as much as his winter boots will allow, playing with the penguins, while occasionally glancing at his journal as he slides by it.]