(no subject)

[signifies]

who: Clark with Jim, Jason, Lois, Shai, and Rey respectively.
what: Various scenes.
when: This week.
where: The forest and the sixth floor of the communal housing.
warnings: None.

Comments

~winscenario

[signifies]

[ Ice breath is exciting for Clark. Flight gave him joy when he discovered it. This ability feels like he can create whatever he wants and express himself.

He had made statues of their family with Jon. Alone, he goes wild. Clark makes a bridge over the river, some more statues, and is working on a whole scale model of Riverview. Somewhere in the last forty five minutes he heard a heartbeat nearby and checked who it was. Clark had been so absorbed in what he was doing he had tuned out.

He said nothing because he knows it's Jim. Or, he says nothing until he's finished. ]

I can hear you.

[ He looks in Jim's direction and smiles. As Kal he can be more open. ]

Why not have a closer look?

[winscenario]

[ Exploring both the city and beyond its limits has come with no small number of surprises, and as Jim is still getting to know his surroundings, there's always something new for him to find out there. What he finds today, though, is especially unexpected, even by those standards.

Ice isn't a common sight. It's been nonexistent so far, actually, and the first patches of the crystalline surfaces covering some of the greenery catch his attention easily. He follows the trail, until there's little of the ground that's not covered in ice, eyes wide as they move up and land on the bridge that's clearly been built over the river.

He snaps out of it suddenly, surprised by the voice but not especially scared or nervous. He smiles instead, gesturing towards the bridge and the small model of the colony on the other side of the river. ]

You built this. [ Excellent observational skills, Jim. ] It's amazing.

[signifies]

[ Clark smiles back at him. ]

Guilty as charged.

[ He stands aside if Jim wants a closer look at the colony. It's very detailed though crooked in some areas. Clark's not using to carving with his heat vision. ]

[winscenario]

[ He does get closer to the edge of the river, glancing at the bridge for a moment. Looks solid enough, and despite the warm sun, it's not dripping down or melting away. Not yet, at least. ]

Is it safe for me to cross? [ Who is he kidding, like that'd ever stop him. ]

[signifies]

[ Clark examines the bridge. He made it solidly enough to handle weight but it's been in the sun a while. ]

It should be. [ He adds: ] If it isn't, I'll catch you.

~batbullets

[signifies]

[ Clark had asked Jon to finish his homework and leave it out before his usual meeting with Miss Jones. It's been neatly placed on Jon's bed along with the basket of clothes he needs washed. Miss Jones has had more meetings with them. While she doesn't have any objections to him or Lois, she has given them both some friendly advice and brochures. The rest they'll make up as they go along.

He's correcting Jon's homework when someone comes in. Clark nods politely at the newcomer, thinking that they're a roommate or looking for someone on this floor.

Clark himself might look odd sandwiched between a basket full of laundry and a pile of books suitable for Jon's age. He seems unbothered by this. ]

[batbullets]

[Familiarizing yourself with a new place is not as easy as one would have hoped. Having grown up on the streets of Gotham, Jason had known all too well the layout of the city and some of her secrets. Riverview is a different thing entirely, and he is still getting his bearings.

While it was true that he hasn't spent much time in his room - coming in late, leaving early - and as such he hasn't really gotten to know his roommates, seeing Clark there makes Jason pause. For one, he's fairly certain that this isn't Clark's floor. For another, there's something about Clark that strikes him as wildly familiar.

Plus there's the fact that he's sitting on what Jason is certain is Jon's bed. He raises his eyebrow, taking in Clark, the pile of laundry, the pile of books. Huh.]

You're a lot of man for a space that small.

[Pause.]

That wasn't a come on, I swear.

[signifies]

[ Clark pauses in the middle of multiplication to raise both eyebrows. ]

I hope not. I'm not your type.

[ He's uncomfortable with Jason's scrutiny. It's someone acting like he looks familiar and Clark is sure he's never seen this man before. He remembers faces. ]

Can I help you?

[batbullets]

[Jason smirks. Truth is, thanks to Loki, he's working on figuring out what his type actually is. But if the familiarity is anything to go by, the man is probably right. Jason doesn't go for the boy scout types anyway.]

Sorry, I don't mean to stare. You just - and again not a come on - but something about that jawline is eerily familiar.

[But it couldn't be, right? Jon would have said something when they were talking about knowing some people who were kind of like people from back home. Except, okay, maybe Jon hadn't met them yet. If it was them.]

Are you little Kent's tutor or something? I haven't really seen you in here before.

[signifies]

[ Clark pushes up his glasses.

Jon keeps his promises and he wouldn't advertise to strangers. ]

I'm his father. Are you a roommate?

~contacts

[signifies]

[ Clark keeps his promises. Lois is hungry to see the monsters up-close but they both agree to wait until she has some recording equipment she can use. While they can write good articles, video and audio evidence can help with some behavioural analysis. It takes some time to find something portable with good resolution.

He's waiting for her on the balcony of the first floor. ]

Ready?

[contacts]

[ there are so many unknowns here, and lois wants to learn about them one by one: the portal, the people here, the monsters. she doesn't have nearly all the answers she seeks yet, but she's working toward it. today is another opportunity for that; it's also another opportunity to spend more time with clark and that doesn't hurt. he's waiting for her by the time she makes it to the balcony, and she smiles. ]

Of course.

[signifies]

[ He picks up the bag with one hand and offers her the other. ]

How far are we going?

[contacts]

[ she takes his hand without hesitation. she replies without it, too: ] However far we need. You probably know better than I do.

[signifies]

I have somewhere in mind.

[ He can fly far out and slowly make their way towards the city.

Clark pulls her close to him and smiles. ]

Ready for takeoff when you are, Miss Lane.

~greyjane

[signifies]

[ Clark stays in the air well into the night. In the morning, he goes back to work as usual, taking to the sky again in the evening. Nothing helps to push what Bucky said to him out of his mind. He'll have to talk to Lois about it in detail even though he's sure doing it now will make him feel worse.

There's always someone or something prowling near the perimeter for him to engage with so Clark drifts over the forest. It surprises him to hear electricity and a sound he recognises as Commander Ebbisaryn, practicing alone. She's clearly well-trained, comfortable with her abilities, and also very powerful. She combines it with a grace he's only seen previously in Marcel.

Clark doesn't expect the height to stop her from noticing him as he watches from above. She's a veteran soldier and used to people like them.

He's also wearing a bright red cape. ]

I didn't mean to be rude. I heard what you were doing.

[ He smiles sheepishly when he lands. ]

It's incredible.

[greyjane]

[She has a towel draped across her shoulders, her hair is plastered with sweat to her forehead and the nape of her neck. Her shirt clings in unseemly places. She's been at this a while, obviously - not in any sort of masochistic, self-punishment way, but with the clear-minded determination of someone to whom this is a job that is taken very seriously.

Doesn't mean she doesn't wave, though, when the fella watching finally decides to speak. With her left hand, she plucks her shirt off her chest and sort of repeats the motion three or four more times just for the airflow.]

Keep on like that and I'll charge for the show.

[She says it with a grin, though, obviously not minding too much or being bothered at all by the intrusion. She does, however, make a beeline for a water bottle she's got tucked into her overshirt nearby and she drinks a damn liberal amount of it before upending the remainder on her head, soaking her braid down against her scalp.]

[signifies]

[ He waves back and gives her space. ]

Sorry about that. I was curious.

[ Clark holds out his hand to shake hers. ]

My name is Kal.

[greyjane]

Curiosity isn't illegal. Frowned upon in some places, mind.

[She's teasing, Kal. She shakes his hand anyway, her grip is firm and sure.]

Shai.

[signifies]

I defer to your expertise.

[ His grip is similarly firm. Though she's much denser and stronger than humans, Clark estimates he's stronger. ]

I'm Kryptonian. What about you?

[ #secret agent man ]

~findingbalance

[signifies]

[ He usually brings back objects from the abandoned city for the locals, accepting no payment. Clark has a day job and they have more right over this place than him. They also have plenty who do make a living out of it; Clark is not interfering with their business substantially. If it looks valuable, he hands it over.

This section of the area hasn't been picked clean by the local scavengers yet because the blocks are too heavy for them to move. He was planning to clear it today when he hears someone else moving around. ]

Hello? Who's here?

[ It's Rey. He can recognise her from her heartbeat. Clark will still call out because otherwise it's very creepy. ]

[findingbalance]

[Back in her survival gear, Rey had just finished a bit of work for the guard, surveying an area for changes in the creatures or landscape, and was taking the walk back to search for anything useful she could pick up and add to her pack. Her trips were less productive without a speeder to load up, but that didn't stop her from lugging a pack of scraps and junk back to the city any time she found an area worth scavenging.

She freezes when she hears a voice, but the voice is familiar, and after a moment she slips through the brush to find him, a small smile at the corner of her mouth as she pushes the fabric covering the lower half of her mouth back down like a scarf.]

Kal. What are you doing out here? [The same as her, she suspects, but she asks anyway, dropping the large pack off her shoulders onto a clear section of the ground. She loved the abandoned city. It reminded her of the ship graveyards that covered Jakku, and while they had been treacherous they had also been familiar.]

[signifies]

I'm salvaging.

[ He's wearing the same uniform as he did for their mission with Liam. Clark can remove the patch if anyone runs into him expecting Clark Kent. With the cape out of the way it's much easier to move around in the forest.

He greets her with a small smile as well and nods to her loot. ]

Are you headed back?

[findingbalance]

[It makes sense, and her smile grows a little. She's run into people several times in her trips, salvaging and scavenging. Locals and people like her alike. It was so familiar and natural, even in a different setting. Most of them were either quiet loners like her, avoiding other scavengers, or surprisingly friendly.]

Getting there. [Her bag was half full, she could still find a few more things to fit in and bring back with her, though the urgency of getting enough to put food in her stomach was gone. She made money now, working as a survival instructor and a surveyor for the perimeter guard. It was still a novelty to not only have currency to buy things with, but to have food that tasted good and didn't have to have water added to it to hydrate it.]

Were you looking for anything specific?

[signifies]

[ Clark fits the quiet loner profile. He's not the hobo he was but he has a habit of going to places alone. ]

I was going to pick up anything interesting I found. What about you?