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who: clark kent, lois lane, kara danvers, jon kent + guests
what: the superfamily moves into a supermansion (okay, it's more of a cottage).
when: the move is early to mid-may, guests may come by for the latter half of the month.
where: the supercottage.
warnings: family shenanigans?






[ clark has found a house for his family. kara and jon have bedrooms upstairs, on the ground floor there's a kitchen, a living/dining room and lois' bedroom/study. there's a basement that will eventually feature a pool table or similar but for now is pretty empty.

supers, feel free to write your own starters for moving shenanigans, domestic things, getting used to living together, having guests over, etc. ]

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[signifies]

i. kitchen.

[ Riverview is a temporary place for all of them, but Clark has put some work in around the house to make it more homey. The furniture and curtains he chose are all in warm tones, and there's a lot of light in every room. He's always been into DIY stuff, and it's important to him that they all feel safe and relaxed here.

Clark started with the kitchen. He has wasted no time putting up a shelf on the kitchen wall and filling it with recipe books. He's also been writing down the ones he found on the local internet, as well as some approximations of Kryptonian food from ingredients Kara chooses.

He was serious about a herb garden. The moment he's read a book on how to care for the herbs properly, Clark starts on his own in the kitchen window. Experience will teach him the rest of what he needs to know.

The only thing he might not like about living with family is that he can't surprise them. Even Lois, because the aroma drifts through the house.

It won't stop him from trying. ]

Five more minutes! It's almost ready.

ii. front garden.

[ They have a small garden in front of the house. Clark's expertise is crops, not flowers. He chose a good beginner's plant for their garden: a cheerful yellow and pink bloom for the fence nearest the neighbour. ]

Should we put something over the awning on the back door? It might look nice with a creeper plant.

iii. visitors/wildcard.

( reply with your own scene or ping me and I'll whip something up )

iii; wildcard!

[fingerstripes]

[ He'd wanted to see the place as soon as possible of course, but he'd given it a few days before reaching out, figuring that all of them would probably need some time to settle in before dealing with an impromptu guest. He'd called ahead today just be safe, ensuring he wouldn't be catching Clark at an inconvenient moment.

The place is lovely in that charmingly Smallville way, though probably he should have expected that. He eying the exteriors admiringly as he knocks on the door, balancing a small basket a little awkwardly on one arm as he does it. It wouldn't do to arrive at a friend's new home without a gift in hand. ]

[signifies]

[ Kara and Lois are both at work, with Jon at school. Clark has taken a few days off to spend time with the house. He finds he likes being a homebody.

Dick calling ahead just means Clark can definitely surprise at least him with a warm meal. It's already done when Dick knocks.

Clark beams at Dick as he opens the door. ]

Hey. Come on in.

[fingerstripes]

[ Clark looks happy. Not that he’d really expected anything else, but it warms his heart to see it anyway. ]
 
Good to see you again. [ In the basket is some fruit, some bakery treats (which he definitely bought instead of attempting to make himself), and a small packet of recipes printed on nice paper and tied with pretty string. He can’t remember many of Alfred’s, but it seems only right to share the few that he does. Alfred would want that.
 
Also tucked in the back are some thoughtfully chosen takeout menus. ]
 
I wasn’t sure if you were more of a takeout guy or a family dinners every night guy, so I went for both options.

[signifies]

[ He's always happy to see a friend. Dick is solidly in the inner circle and not just because he knew the other Clark. ]

I'm more of the latter, but thanks, I'll make good use of the menu. Do you want to put the basket here?

[fingerstripes]

Sure. Thanks. [ And he sets it down in the indicated spot. ]

So, how's life on the home front been treating you?

[ Very well, he suspects. Still, he wants to hear it from his friend. ]

[signifies]

I'm doing well, thanks for asking.

[ It's easier for him to be here than around the communal housing. He doesn't have to constantly listen for someone approaching when using his abilities.

Clark is used to going without, but he's been trying to make them more normal in Riverview. Everyone else has powers or doesn't blink at them. ]

We're a little close to the forest, but I think we can handle it.

[fingerstripes]

I was wondering how you were gonna manage that. [ He doesn't really think for a second that Clark wouldn't have every contingency mapped out anyway, but he's fascinated anyway by how carefully situated this place is. ]

You get much of a break from the noise? [ As much of a "break" as Superman can ever have. ]

i

[ex_clobbers559]

( Surprising this one is a hopelessly lost cause by now. Kara is down the stairs and peering around the corner the second she smells something cooking.

She'd just been about to peek inside the oven with her x-ray vision when he catches her, and she grins excitedly. )

What is it? It smells great!

( Also kind of familiar, if not exactly the same as she remembers. Kara's eyes open wide, and she meets his gaze in astonishment. )

Like something from home.

[signifies]

[ Nobody can sneak up on Clark. Especially not errant and hungry cousins.

He beams at her. ]

It is. I'm trying out one of the recipes you gave me.

[ He's nervous about this, having never tried anything from Krypton. Clark can't taste the food to make sure the flavor's the same. All of it is new to him. ]

[ex_clobbers559]

( Especially not when said errant cousin seems to almost always be hungry.

She grins back, touched and delighted in equal measure. )

Well, I can't wait to try it. I hope you end up liking how it tastes.

( Whether it is familiar in her memory or not. Because it honestly smells mouthwatering. )

[signifies]

[ If she's always hungry, then Clark can always cook. It's a win-win situation.

He holds the back of a chair as she takes her portion. ]

Bon appetit!

iii.

[nikolaievich]

[Illya had, of course, called before coming just like he’d said he would. When his friendship with Clark basically rests on the idea that both of them have their secrets and they should respect them, he can’t just barge in uninvited and he’s aware of that. But he also doesn’t want to neglect this newfound friendship, not when it’s so hard to find people he actually trusts.

So here’s “Alexei”, waiting at the door as he knocks the door with his elbows, holding what seems to be a hot dish because he’d promised he’d cook.]

Clark? It’s me.

[signifies]

[ Clark would have heard him if he had been at the other side of the city, the end of the block, or on the driveway.

He had thought Illya might want to come over and cook, instead of bringing something. It smells delicious.

Clark smiles warmly at him when he opens the door. ]

Good to see you. Please, come in.

[nikolaievich]

[He’d simple gotten the feeling if he tried to cook in Clark’s kitchen Clark would insist on helping, and Illya wanted to do this much for him. At least the first time. Not that he would mind showing Clark how to cook it at all, but this time he wanted to do something for him and his family.]

It’s good to see you, too. [He gives him a nod of acknowledgement.] Are you settling in okay?

[signifies]

[ Illya's right. ]

I am, thank you. Do you want to put that on the table or the kitchen?

[nikolaievich]

[Illya glances down at the plate he's carrying. It's Borscht (kind of, since he couldn't find the right kind of smetana and he went with sour cream), and it's warm so...] The kitchen, probably.

I wasn't sure what you may like. This is famous soup, I thought it would be good way to start.

[signifies]

[ There's some bread rising on his kitchen counter. Clark moves it aside and sets down a mat for the borscht. ]

Will you be staying to share it with us?

[ He'd better be. ]

[nikolaievich]

If you'll have me.

[He says rather easily. He actually enjoys spending time with Clark, which is always a rare thing and a plus when it comes to dealing with people. But he’s also kind of curious about his family in this place so he was hoping he may get to meet them eventually. Jon was very nice to Illya and he had a very intelligent conversation with him, so he wouldn’t mind seeing the kid again either.]

And if your family won’t mind. I’m here to visit, not impose.

~supersweet

[signifies]

[ He knows the moment that heartbeat disappears from his radar. Clark has to stop and think. Zooming around town won't do anything, and it will draw unnecessary attention. Besides, he knows they're gone.

The last time he felt this, he picked up his backpack and walked off into the unknown. Here, he has a family, and a responsibility.

And someone else who would have noticed.

He finds Jon, wherever he is and squeezes his shoulder. Clark speaks quietly. ]

Hey.

[supersweet]

[ Jon had felt it too. One of the few skills he had honed early on was being able to distinguish heartbeats. Right now, it feels more like a curse than a blessing. Jon had thrown his blanket over him as he curled up on himself. But he heard footsteps and he knew that his dad had come for him. For a long childish moment, Jon didn't want to move or acknowledge his father — but the moment passes as he pulls the covers back, sitting up. His eyes were red from all the rubbing and trying to disguise his tears. ]

Hey, dad.

[ Jon hesitates, hanging his head slightly. ]

You felt it too, huh?

[signifies]

Yeah.

[ He sits down at the foot of the bed, near the chair he has in Jon's room. Usually it's where he sits when Jon needs someone to check his homework. Clark also sometimes comes into the room to make sure he's sleeping peacefully. ]

Do you want to talk about it?

[ He fumbles. Jon is a easy child to deal with. He never throws tantrums or asks for anything unreasonable. A lot of that is someone else's upbringing. Someone else would also be more experienced in dealing with the loss of an alternate mother. ]

[supersweet]

[ Jon isn't sure. It's hard to separate the loss of a parent with guilt. His fingers tighten over his jeans, bunching up the fabric. Maybe he didn't do it right. Maybe he should have kept the divide up stronger. Maybe it was his fault. ]

Do you think she'll be okay?

[signifies]

She's the toughest person we know. She'll be okay.

[ It's a lot easier when he can return home eventually and see for himself. He misses her already, and feels extremely unbalanced, but they came from the same world. ]

[supersweet]

I'm . . . not gonna see her again, am I?

[ He doesn't know how he feels about that. Abruptly, Jon wipes his face on his sleeve once more. ]