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[ catchall for april/may ]
who: Jonathan Kent, Communal Housing; Floor 6 + You
what: Fireflies, meeting the neighbours, other catchall events
when: Late April/Early May
where: Prompt-dependent
warnings: None. Prose is fine but I'll be responding in action brackets. Other prompts may be added later!
[ CLOSED to denizens of Floor Six ]
[ The Kents didn't have much in the way of neighbours. Hamilton was a quiet town and they preferred it that way. And while Jon enjoys Hamilton County, he often daydreams of having friends close by or even playing team sports together. Kathy was great (and it helped that she knew his secret and kept it for him), but it never felt like it was enough.
So having neighbours around was both terrifying and exhilarating. After settling himself, Jon decided to visit each of his floor mates with a large bag of sour candies. After all, it's not like he can buy beer (adults drink beer right??) for them. When he runs into someone, his grin is casual. ]
Hi! I'm Jon. I'm your neighbour. Person.
[ Around the city ]
[ Like his father, Jon's hearing was sensitive. Thankfully, the intensity of the sounds tends to waver from loud to the normal range of a human being. Clapping his hands on his ears as Jon heads back home, he wishes it would remain in the normal range a little longer. He was not used to living in the city and he had only made a few trips to Metropolis when he was younger, none of them long enough to be memorable or familiar to him.
And right now, the city was deafening.
He runs right into anyone standing in his way, bowling them over completely. His expression is unfocused and glazed before clarity sinks in. ]
S-Sorry.
[ Jon claps his hands back over his ears with a wince. ] I'm sorry!
[ Fireflies ]
[ Jon had wanted to see the fireflies, watching the colours weave in and out. He hadn't thought it merited telling anyone he had gone out. After all, it was only fireflies. But then they drifted closer and Jon started to feel nervous.
One yellow firefly stung him on his neck and a flood of repressed feelings come rushing to the surface. Of other realities and forgotten memories. Of fading away. Jon hurriedly wipes away the tears that were starting to spill from his face. He needed to — Where was his dad? Why hadn't he come? He promised Jon. He promised he wouldn't let go. With a hiccup, Jon sits down, trying to wipe away his fears and regain his composure. All the while, hearing the laughter of Mr. Mxyzptlk in the back of his mind. ]
[ Mission, CLOSED to Steve Rogers (MCU) ]
[ Normally, Jon isn't all that keen when it comes to hanging out with grownups. They're boring and they hang over him, trying to keep an eye on him and be responsible. It's no fun and it gets tiring very quickly. But Steve had been nice and had reminded him of his own dad back home. The idea of doing a mission, a real mission meant he could be a real hero.
Plus Steve offered ice-cream, a sure-fire way into Jon's heart. After checking with Miss Jones and his parents, Jon takes part of his allowance and heads over to the ice-cream shop where they were supposed to meet. He climbs onto the stool with a jump in his gait. ]
Hey Mr. Rogers!
what: Fireflies, meeting the neighbours, other catchall events
when: Late April/Early May
where: Prompt-dependent
warnings: None. Prose is fine but I'll be responding in action brackets. Other prompts may be added later!
[ CLOSED to denizens of Floor Six ]
[ The Kents didn't have much in the way of neighbours. Hamilton was a quiet town and they preferred it that way. And while Jon enjoys Hamilton County, he often daydreams of having friends close by or even playing team sports together. Kathy was great (and it helped that she knew his secret and kept it for him), but it never felt like it was enough.
So having neighbours around was both terrifying and exhilarating. After settling himself, Jon decided to visit each of his floor mates with a large bag of sour candies. After all, it's not like he can buy beer (adults drink beer right??) for them. When he runs into someone, his grin is casual. ]
Hi! I'm Jon. I'm your neighbour. Person.
[ Around the city ]
[ Like his father, Jon's hearing was sensitive. Thankfully, the intensity of the sounds tends to waver from loud to the normal range of a human being. Clapping his hands on his ears as Jon heads back home, he wishes it would remain in the normal range a little longer. He was not used to living in the city and he had only made a few trips to Metropolis when he was younger, none of them long enough to be memorable or familiar to him.
And right now, the city was deafening.
He runs right into anyone standing in his way, bowling them over completely. His expression is unfocused and glazed before clarity sinks in. ]
S-Sorry.
[ Jon claps his hands back over his ears with a wince. ] I'm sorry!
[ Fireflies ]
[ Jon had wanted to see the fireflies, watching the colours weave in and out. He hadn't thought it merited telling anyone he had gone out. After all, it was only fireflies. But then they drifted closer and Jon started to feel nervous.
One yellow firefly stung him on his neck and a flood of repressed feelings come rushing to the surface. Of other realities and forgotten memories. Of fading away. Jon hurriedly wipes away the tears that were starting to spill from his face. He needed to — Where was his dad? Why hadn't he come? He promised Jon. He promised he wouldn't let go. With a hiccup, Jon sits down, trying to wipe away his fears and regain his composure. All the while, hearing the laughter of Mr. Mxyzptlk in the back of his mind. ]
[ Mission, CLOSED to Steve Rogers (MCU) ]
[ Normally, Jon isn't all that keen when it comes to hanging out with grownups. They're boring and they hang over him, trying to keep an eye on him and be responsible. It's no fun and it gets tiring very quickly. But Steve had been nice and had reminded him of his own dad back home. The idea of doing a mission, a real mission meant he could be a real hero.
Plus Steve offered ice-cream, a sure-fire way into Jon's heart. After checking with Miss Jones and his parents, Jon takes part of his allowance and heads over to the ice-cream shop where they were supposed to meet. He climbs onto the stool with a jump in his gait. ]
Hey Mr. Rogers!
[ around the city ]
Jon, hey. [ she can see that he isn't, but - ] Are you all right?
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Finally, he smiles, wan. ]
Sorry, mom. Just . . . it's loud.
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Let's go sit down, all right?
[ fortunately, there's a bench near. ]
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M'sorry.
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[ she leads him to the bench and sits down, holding on to his hand all the way and continuing to do so once they're seated. he looks like he needs a lifeline. ] What's going on?
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[ He restrains the urge to cover his ears. It doesn't help at all, but it's a habit he finds hard to break. ]
So everything's just loud.
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Did your dad teach you any tricks on how to handle this?
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[ He points to one of the buildings. ]
One of the ladies there is really stressed out.
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[ does it make jon stressed out that the lady is stressed out? she's not sure. ]
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I am. It's helping. Heartbeats feel . . . unique to me and dad. He can hear yours all the time.
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[ she keeps her voice deliberately bland. that's a little — she doesn't know what to call it. a lot of his powers could be used invasively, but it's clark. she trusts him too much to mind, too much to think that he ever would. it's just an odd reminder of how much he can do that she might not necessarily be aware of yet. ]
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I mean . . . probably? Not like. It's a conscious thing. We have to focus on it to pick it out. But dad can hear things from like. Miles and miles away.
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[ she puts an arm around jon's shoulders, drawing him a little closer. it seems like the right thing to do right now. ]
And if you focus on me, everything else fades away a little?
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Yeah, all the sounds don't feel as loud. Everything feels . . . steadier.
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All right. Just keep that up, okay?
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I'll be okay, mom. It's not always like this. An' someday, I'll be hearing everyone so I gotta get used to it.
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[ it's — kind of nice, actually. this. having a son who leans on her. lois never thought she'd even think that. ]
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But they're hard for you too, right? It's not just me.
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[ watching soldiers get killed or hurt in action while embedded, not uncovering a story fast enough to make an immediate difference for this or that person — some days are worse than others. ]
The important thing is that you keep going.
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You used to be at home all the time. Then you went back to work and it was weird. But dad said that you changed lives for the better.
Dad wasn't the only one who made me special. You did too.
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People deserve to know the truth. And they should be informed.
[ that's easier to say than to admit that she's touched by his words. ]
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Yeah. I wish I could tell the truth more often.
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It's the only reason I've kept that secret.
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I know. If I don't hide or control my powers . . . they could come and take me away.
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Let's avoid that.
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