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log: question, redbird, & lilah luthor
summary. In the labs, Q asks Redbird for some advice regarding Derek while she chaperones Lilah Luthor. Q's constant chatting grates on Lilah's nerves.

QUESTION. "What I don't get," the Question said as she leant against a bench, waiting for some tests results to come through, "is why nothing happened at Mar'i's party. I mean, I know, with the first date thing, okay maybe he's just being old-fashioned or whatever. And that's cute! But we were at a party. At a hotel. It's not like we couldn't have gotten a room or anything." Her voice sounded a little muffled thanks to her mask. Letting the Justice League know who she was one thing, but Lilah Luthor? Yeah no thank you. The other woman would just have to put up with her chatting to Siena as they worked.

REDBIRD. Redbird stands quietly, her eyes moving between whatever tests these two were doing but more often on Lilah Luthor. Aquagirl gave her specific instructions to kick her in the face if she even looked at Redbird in a way she didn't like. Redbird could get used to this kind of instruction. Compared to Q, Redbird was damn near silent. At least, she tried to be. With her arms crossed in front of her, she shrugged. "I don't know.. he never seemed the type to jump into bed. But my perspective might be skewed." Look at who her family is.

QUESTION. "Well, hrmm." Her head tilted at that as she thought about it, her arms folded across her chest. That was certainly possible! "I didn't think there were guys around like that any more! I mean, you know, good-looking guys who could easily get laid, but... didn't." She knew plenty of guys who didn't get much sex... but mostly because they were the nerdy, science-y types.

LILAH. What is this torture Lilah Luthor has to endure, listening to the petty drama of the Question's dating life. "Maybe it's because you have no face," she says as her face is buried in a microscope.

REDBIRD. That torture would be justice. Redbird glares over at Lilah, her mouth in a hard line before she turns back to Q to continue the tortuous conversation. Maybe specifically to spite Lilah now. The look she gives Q pretty much says don't listen to the other woman. "Maybe he's one of those nice guys that is saving himself for marriage. I don't know. I don't really know DJ -- Derek's sex life." Redbird immediately correct herself.

QUESTION. Alice just laughed at Lilah's comment, shaking her head. "You think so? I guess that does make a little bit of sense. What with the whole... cop thing and everything. And he is really nice!" She paused for a moment, and then continued in a horrified voice. "I don't know I want to marry him to sleep with him!"

REDBIRD. "I don't know if that's actually the case -- but I am just saying. Maybe you need to go on more dates?" Redbird shrugs nonchalantly. "He does want to see you again, right?" Redbird assumed so.

QUESTION. "...well, I don't know? I mean the date went well and he was friendly enough at the party and everything, though he didn't really know I was going to be there. Which makes and sense all, it's not like it's all that obvious that I know Mar'i and all. But I haven't really heard from him or anything since then, so I don't know. But then I've been really busy as well, you know, this came up and the other stuff and I'm having to make up hours at the hospital and everything as well..." She shrugged, turning when the test she'd been waiting on pinged. She turned around to look at it, pressing a couple of keys and then letting it run again.

LILAH. Lilah is beginning to believe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to kill the Question. You know what they say about your first instincts. "And to think... if I hadn't shown up the fate of the whole Kryptonian race would be up to a woman who gets dumbstruck just by a man not immediately producing his genitilia to her after the first date." She picks up an eyedropper tool and gives them both a look. "I should get a medal."

QUESTION. The Question just sniffed at that, turning so she could actually looking at Lilah as she acknowledged the other woman's participation in the conversation. "I'm sorry, is a woman wearing the fashion disaster that is a purple and green jumpsuit commenting on my love life? I think we're just lucky that we haven't gone blind just being in the same room as that for so long. Throw a medal into that disaster and you wouldn't need any weapons to use on your enemies, you'd send them shrieking in the other direction, clawing their eyes out."

LILAH. Lilah just continues with her work. "I'm being assailed with fashion now. It's like I'm trying to work in a high school girls' restroom." The things she allows herself to endure... This certainly better prove to be worth it.

QUESTION. "Oh, like, I know, isn't it terrible?" The Question started twirling a piece of hair, her head tilted to the side just like a vapid school girl. "Oh no, Redbird, the rich mean girl is being meeeean." So apparently she wasn't quite as nice and irritatingly chipper as she came across to the world. ... or she's just having fun baiting Lilah, after the woman had muscled her way into her lab. Yes, sorry Justice League. Your facilities now belonged to the Question. It's not like you'd really miss them all that much.

REDBIRD. It was just so hard to deny Q when she talked a million miles an hour. But it looked like maybe Redbird had to be the bigger person. Even if she didn't necessarily know how. "Alright you two," Redbird fought the urge to roll her eyes. She remembered she was here to essentially keep the peace, even if it was through physical violence on Lilah's part. "Let's just get this done and then we'll all be happier." That was more directed at Lilah than Q. But it still applied.