Find means of supporting myself. Doughnut Steel . Superman would kick my furry but so fast. I saw Deathbattle. I don't know if this version is that broken, but no sense taking chances.

. Superman would kick my furry but so fast. I saw Deathbattle. I don't know if this version is that broken, but no sense taking chances. Found out it's 2010, but being a different universe that doesn't really matter. Going to need to sit down and study how our histories differ at some point.

Find out if the ring can change my or anyone else's form . Okay, it seems that beyond healing the best I can do is small things like helping to lose weight or removing a mole or wart. Changing somebody's whole body structure, let alone species, is a no go so the ring didn't do this to me. It also means I can't make myself human.

. Okay, it seems that beyond healing the best I can do is small things like helping to lose weight or removing a mole or wart. Changing somebody's whole body structure, let alone species, is a no go so the ring didn't do this to me. It also means I can't make myself human. Check on major trouble hotspots in this world. Seems to be the Middle East and what seems to be a North/South Korea analogue. Not surprising on either count. Not sure if I can do anything about them yet, but later...

Is the ring affecting my mind? Huh, yes it is. It's functioning as a sort of anti-anxiety anti-depressant that makes me want others to be happy. Well at least it is being honest about it. I'll have to keep that in mind when judging my behavior.

Huh, yes it is. It's functioning as a sort of anti-anxiety anti-depressant that makes me want others to be happy. Well at least it is being honest about it. I'll have to keep that in mind when judging my behavior. Learn how to walk in my new body. Okay that was entirely too easy. Learning to walk as a new species whose legs aren't even shaped the same way should not be this easy and natural feeling. Something big is going on here. I'll have to figure it out later.

Okay that was entirely too easy. Learning to walk as a new species whose legs aren't even shaped the same way should not be this easy and natural feeling. Something big is going on here. I'll have to figure it out later. Learn what popular shows do and do not exist here. I want to know what I can reference that people will get, and what they won't. Learn cultural touchstones so I don't stick out too much, after all I look like an alien...which I technically am being from another reality...

Look up legal president for alien immigration. Now!

Good for her.

She's happy and that is good enough for me.

why can't I think my name? What is my name, I should know this!

<User is scared of heights. Flying would not bring you Joy.>

<Possibly, but I have to warn you. If you do become afraid of flying an emergency landing will be enforced as it will be too power intensive to fly.>

this is getting fun now.

fun

<Nope, that would cause property damage at this height. You went 90% the speed of sound. By flight Metropolis and the District of Columbia are not far appart from each other.>

"Take it where?"

fun

Well, uh, thanks."

Ch. 2Having had time to calm down, I then realized one big problem with my internal deceleration. I want to make the world a better place. How? And what am I going to do to support myself? Why am I a member of a species from a videogame (that doesn't exist in this reality)? And why am I not freaking out about it more? Should I really be focusing on helping people when I have my own needs? Why did I think that in the first place? I know some rings can affect their wielder's minds, and the "nice" side of the spectrum isn't any different. In fact the farther from green you go, the worse it seems to be no matter which way you went. Teal was between green and blue, so any affects should be minor, but that is no guarantee.Thinking about it for a bit I sat down and started a list in my ring to keep track of things for me. I had a lot to do.Ah, it seems I am supposed to apply before setting foot on the planet. My best bet is to play ignorant alien. Even if I do have a counterpart here, I can't exactly claim to be them looking like this. Actually...nope, no double. Checking out my parents...ah. My dad died in a car crash at age sixteen. Mom is alive and married somebody else, they've got two kids.Not visiting, obviously. How would that even go? Hi Mom, I'm your kid from an alternate reality that now has supr powers and is a rabbit person? That would just cause way too much problems.Anyway, my best bet is to try and apply for a visa and let's see, Immigrations is headquartered in DC. The capital, not the comic company. I don't even read these comics, I just watch the cartoons. TT and JLU were some of the best shows ever. I even like Legion of Superheroes, short lived as it was. I wonder if this Superman ever time traveled when he was younger so that he could learn to fight crime by saving the future? There is no way I can really ask, and records to prove it won't be available until the 31st Millenium. Isn't Supergirl supposed to join them, or was that just for the cartoon? No ***** focus...*****...Yeah I couldn't really use it in public but it would be nice to have! Brain, you have failed me!Taking a few minutes to calm myself, I review. Okay, I can walk in an unfamiliar body as if I were born with it, I can't remember my name, I'm a different species, and I'm on a DC Earth. Clearly something has messed with me mind and body on a large scale. My memories and knowledge are subject to question. That's...not good. Alright, there is nothing I can do about that. Right now I need to hit DC and get the legal stuff sorted out so I don't get Mettahuman Affairs trying to kick me off planet...do they actually have jurisdiction here? I mean as far as they know I'm not a mettahuman so focus. Worry about who you'd be in trouble with later. Right now focus on not being in trouble. Right so I just need to fly to DC and..."Ring, why am I not flying?"Oh...well damn. "Shouldn't your anti-anxiety functions handle that? I really need to fly to try and keep us from getting into trouble.""Alright then, here we go." I float myself off the building edge slowly. So far so good. Going a bit faster and higher now. Not bad. Cranking up the speed and okay,I'm starting to see why a lot of people consider flying one of the morepowers. Let's see how quickly I can get there. Huh, it takes a bit less than an hour and I am in DC. Did I break the sound barrier?So about 700 miles. Cool. Finding the correct building, I land in front of it, startling a few guys in suits. They probably work here. I smile and wave as I walk in the front door. Walking up to the Help Desk, I stand there waiting as the secretary sorts through some papers and forwards a few memos while checking her scheduler for various people. I knew Immigrations was understaffed, but yeash. I wait for a lag in her work before lightly coughing. She looks up and blinks quite rapidly, before rubbing her eyes. Huh, I guess even if there is legal procedure here, seeing an alien is probably still a big shock. "Hello there. I am looking to immigrate to this planet. Who do I see about this?""Um...please hold on one minute." she says, before starting onflip through lists and checking a few things on her computer. The fact that she's scrambling to look up who to send me to makes it all too clear how often friendly aliens doing it by the book show up. "Do you, um, want to take a seat?"I ask. I've always loved that joke."No I mean, would you like to sit down?" she asks. She looks a bit confused, but she'll probably find it funny in hindsight. She gestures to some chairs behind me to help convey the idea."Ah yes. Thank you." I sit down and dismiss my boots. They're a little tight and are puting pressure on my calves and ankles. Going to need to go with a different cut. Speaking of different cuts, I also make my pants a little looser and more comfortable. I flex my feet around a bit, hearing a slight popping sound and feeling tension leave me. I conjure a new pair of ridding boots, but then take time to adjust them so that they are comfortable. Oh God I just realized. What I forgot. I add in underwear. I hope nobody noticed.After a couple of phone calls, the secretary looked up. "Um Miss, um, Jacob Murala is free to process your case. He's on lunch break right now but you are free to wait in his office.""Thank you. Where is his office located?"*****************Elevators are boring compared to flight, but they cause less confusion and staring than flying around and glowing. Sure I'm still going to get stared at, but I can tone it down. I take the time in the elevator to use the mirrors to fix up my pure white hair. According to lore, the white hair Viera have is supposed to be a sign of their goddess's favor. Mine is a very simple straight style with no bangs, the hair terminating and flaring a bit at just around my shoulder blades. Glowy teal eyes aren't too intense so that shouldn't be a problem. My cloths are constructs so they can't wrinkle. I look about as good as I can manage as I step out of the elevator and walk over to the office. Apparently, according to their very unsecure files, the reason he merited a small office to himself is that "alien immigration" is so rare that it's a dead end career. Banishment to Antarctica in a burocratic sense. He's the only guy working it, and nobody wants to be around it. Hence, a small side office.Walking in, I sigh. Small is right, there's barely enough room for his desk and one bookshelf. And...is that a CRT monitor? In 2010? Damn is he underfunded. Is this really what the US thinks of having aliens enter their country? No wonder so many people border hop. Even I technically did that. Taking a seat in the slightly uncomfortable guest chair, I waited for Mr. Murala.When he came in he failed to impress. A slightly overweight office drone with greasy brown hair and a food stained shirt. He knows he's getting drummed out so he doesn't care. "So ah, you want to become a US citizen?" he asks as he sits down at his undersized desk in his small chair. He could not have been comfortable back there."I thought this planet's name was Earth?" I ask. Hey, if I need to go through the hoops I might as well haveright? And the US was the only nation allowing extraterrestrial applications for citizenship. Figures bureaucracy was slow on playing catch-up.The guy blinked a few times. "Ah no. I men yes. I men, the planet is called Earth but it's not a unified planetary government. The country you are currently trying to acquire citizenship in is the United States of America, or the USA for short.""Ah. Is this a good country?" I ask, curious what his opinion would be."Best damn country on the whole planet." he bragged without hesitation.Seeing he won't elaborate as to why this is such a good country, he just seems to think ill just accept his say so, I shrug. "If you say so. How do I go about becoming a citizen?""Well first of all, do you have a green card?" he asked.I sighed. This was going to take a while. "No I do not. How do I obtain one?"****************Turns out they don't even have a proper form for off world green cards. I had to fill the I-360, Special Immigrant Petition. Given the options, I decided to put myself down as a physician as my reason for special status. Heh, apparently Martianmanhunter andSuperman just checked "other" and put down that they were extraterrestrial. Like that's special in this universe. I didn't have proper arrival forms, passports, and the like so pages of extra information had to be provided to cover why I didn't have such things. The first snag I had was when I listed my age. I put down my actual birthdate without thinking. I covered the slip of saying I'm twenty five when the forms said twenty by claiming my planet (Ivilance) had slightly shorter years than Earth did. The next major problem was a lack of address. I just decided that he could hold onto any forms that came in...in the next two to three months. That was how long this was going to take. When Kal-El and J'hon filed their forms out, it was a formality and the President granted them citizenship before the ink was fully dry. I'd be the first extraterrestrial to actually properly go through the process. It seems Thanagar does not allow dual citizenship.When it came to my "name", well, I had to get creative to make up for the fact I don't remember wht it is AND it would have been too weird to use a human name is I was an alien. "So Miss Vanilla, uh, Say-mud-""Seimmud. It's pronounced Sīm-mood." I respond. Again. He hasn't gotten it right once in this whole...three hour meeting."Right. Anyway I have to ask, why are you even bothering with this stuff? Most aliens just try and invade us for our stuff."Wow that is a very stupid thing to say. No wonder he's on the way out. "I'm planning on a prolonged, legal, presence on this planet. Citizenship will aid in the event of disputes or legal troubles. If you would rather I reside here illegally-""No no no! I was just curious!" he shouted in panic. The last thing somebody working Immigrations wanted to be accused of was encouraging illegal immigrants. "Oooh boy. Never thought I'd actually be filling one of these.""Why not?" I asked. "There are several varieties of extraterrestrial sapients living on this world now, and several of them have citizenship with this nation. In addition the next planet outward in your solar system has large quantities of intelligent life. Did you not consider they may wish to join with you on this planet?""Uh no, I guess we didn't." Mr. Murala admitted, looking sheepish. He then turned to the stack of papers before us. What was originally a twelve page form, half of which I didn't even need to fill since I wasn't listing myself as one of the relevant special consideration categories, ws now as thick as half a deck of cards. "This is going to put so much strain on the system.""I would suggest then that the system change. I doubt I'm going to be the last alien to try and immigrate here." I smile. "Thank you for your help in getting this done. You have done a quite commendable job.""I have?he said, rubbing his head awkwardly. Huh, I guess he's never been thanked for his work here before. Most people really don't treat government employees well at all. Despite the joke they aren't there to make you fill out forms and then reject them. They're here to try and make everything in this country run properly despite legislature. It was kind of nice to make his dy by doing something so simple.Taking my leave, I then decided I needed to get back to work on figuring out how to support myself while in this reality. Thinking for a bit, I nod. Right, time to go to Gotham. If this works, I'm a bloody genius.