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(open) i know the sun will shine tomorrow
WHO: Take your pick of Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Jon Kent, Superman, or Superboy + you!
WHEN: End of August through to September Mission start.
WHERE: Etraya (various locations)
WHAT: A catch-all for running into the Kents, the Supers, or the singular Lane.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Specify which folks you're looking to run into in your subject line!
Do you run into one of them:
1. At the apartments near the Hospital? Find them on the top floor.
2. In the food stores (Kwik Trip, 7-11, Bangtang Market, the bot-run restaurants) scattered throughout Etraya? Snacks are at a premium for some of these guys.
3. On a rooftop somewhere in Etraya. Yes, even Lois.
4. Exploring the Daily Planet. It's the wrong one, but it's also what's here.
5. Down in the Catacombs. Why has part of Paris been recreated here, anyway?
6. Wildcard yourself anywhere in Etraya!
WHEN: End of August through to September Mission start.
WHERE: Etraya (various locations)
WHAT: A catch-all for running into the Kents, the Supers, or the singular Lane.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Specify which folks you're looking to run into in your subject line!
Do you run into one of them:
1. At the apartments near the Hospital? Find them on the top floor.
2. In the food stores (Kwik Trip, 7-11, Bangtang Market, the bot-run restaurants) scattered throughout Etraya? Snacks are at a premium for some of these guys.
3. On a rooftop somewhere in Etraya. Yes, even Lois.
4. Exploring the Daily Planet. It's the wrong one, but it's also what's here.
5. Down in the Catacombs. Why has part of Paris been recreated here, anyway?
6. Wildcard yourself anywhere in Etraya!
any of u. all of u. does the martial arts movie "come here" hand gesture
2(ish).
[there is an incidental trail of litter from one of the food locales that is, once one notices it before bots do the cleanup, winding its merry way on toward the nearest bridge where a mess of other trash and repurposed, pilfered goods has built up a little transient hideout of sorts at the underpass.
just before it, a tall, green-skinned man with unbrushed, ratty hair is laying supine on the grass just before the decline turns to gravel and water, but he sits up when he hears footsteps. half-awake, he assumes it's another fucking machine trying to gank his shit, so without looking, he picks up an apple core and lobs it over his head in the noise's direction.]
Fuck off.
3.
[atop of the five-story library in Alexandria, a three-foot, pink-furred creature is doing some weird shit with chalk and a planchette. the darker tone to this flat expanse of the building's roof helps the white chalk pop, and Antigone figures barring a flying red-and-black menace she hasn't seen in a while, she's likely not gonna have anyone fly over and say hello because...who fucking cares about her or what she does? she's not stealing! currently!
behold: weird magic symbology and squiggles amidst what appears to be some bit of topographic views of the nearby area. mysterious.]
lois rolling up to take on 2
point is, she's loosely tracking back on the rubbage with an eye for needing to adapt to bear scaring possibilities when instead she sees... some green guy on the grass. there's not much observing before she's batting the apple core that came flying her way out of the air, grimacing at the wet splotch it leaves on her palm. ugh. gross? )
Why? Because you asked so nicely?
( glancing around... she sees this is... sort of a home. huh. this person that big on no faith with housing? relatable if not practical. )
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Getting hit an apple core ballista is a pretty new experience, though, enough to prompt Clark to stop in his tracks and raise an eyebrow instead of continuing on. Wow. Rude.]
Hi to you too?
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kell-el | open to all!
( 3 — daily planet roof )
roof.
donning his superboy uniform, sneakers tap against the rooftop he lands on and he waves a little to kell-el there. does he⦠remember him? well. only one way to find out! )
Uhβ¦ hey! Youβre here, too, huh?
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also but separately on the roof? maybe kell is just hanging out there a lot idk
He nearly misses the sight of the figure on the roof of the Planet, and it's a split-second decision that has him changing course to touch down there himself. He's not at all sure he'll be welcomed, but β might as well try.]
Hey. Kell-el, right? Or is it just Kell? I don't know what you prefer to be called.
[He and Lois had traded notes, such as they are, and at least he has a name now. Really, it'd been pretty rude of him to not get one back in San Francisco. (Maybe this guy had been a little rude too, but Clark figures that's no excuse for his own behavior.)]
I wasn't at my best when we met before. I saw you from above and thought I'd try again.
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we are for the food stores
Is it blue raspberry? Because that's the longest running joke in the States.
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w/clark & jon | public sentiment and lex luthor, the conversation
Hey there.
( Hearing Jon nearby, she turns to look for him, shifting gears with a hint of regret. This isn't going to be fun for anyone, and she doesn't actually think Clark is ready for it. In ways, there are deep unkindnesses being thrust on him for things he had no control over, one after another, because a son he never knew he could have came from a future they may never see and is, by merit of being Superboy, needing information about why that's a redder flag to Luthor's eyes than he could possibly know. )
Did Jon already tell you about the wonderfully terrible advice the Batman gave him?
( This conversation is not going to be one of the pleasant ones, but she'd like to start it out being by his side. )
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More or less, yeah. Emphasis on the terrible. I appreciate that he was the most straightforward with sharing information when I showed up in San Francisco, but I don't think a guy who wears a mask gets what it's like for those of us who don't.
[Maybe some small part of him wishes Superman did wear a mask, even though not doing so was a key component of never making people wonder who he really was.
Darn it. It had worked so well until Etraya.]
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Dwayne ir'Dorn | Any! All!
Dwayne's at the 7/11 picking up beer when he decides to stop and just stare at the bread and various pastries a moment. He's not getting any, but with Karrnath's perpetual grain shortages, he's just not used to seeing a pastry display that's so full. Meat and cheese, sure, but bread? Most of the grain they did get was used to make grain alcohol, typically only leaving a small selection of breads and pastries available to purchase.
"That's a lot of bread..." he says to himself.
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He was just wandering around, exploring Etraya when he saw a passage leading down here and he had to check it out. When he sees the underground tunnels with rows and rows of skulls, he has a million questions, none of which are the ones most people would expect him to ask. Karrnath has their own version of catacombs. Underground, sunless tunnels where the undead reside. It's not like this, with the skeletons both lifeless and disassembled. Which makes him wonder...
Hearing someone coming down the tunnel he's standing in, Dwayne asks, "Do the necromancers get mad that they have to reassemble their own skeletons when they usually come pre-assembled? I imagine it must be frustrating to try and find a match if you want the legs to be the same length. Not to mention the danger of causing an avalanche when they pull out whatever they need."
down in the catacombs
"What do you mean, necromancers?" She paused, turning her flashlight his direction, keeping the beam aimed low.
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And oh hey. It's that guy he remembers being covered in balls. "Hi again," Clark says, no longer in his Superman uniform but probably still very recognizable, given the lamentable lack of hypno-glasses in Etraya. "Having trouble picking something?"
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it's so cute that we have a super family... I love them...
Being the adventurous sort, Sciel has taken to walking to the convenience store twice a week to try something new. Sometimes it's a candy, sometimes it's a baked good, sometimes it's a bag of cookies that claims to be this or that but looks nothing of the sort. Whatever. She'll try it all, in time.
Today, it's a sandwich full of strawberries and whipped cream. A few of them rest in the basket dangling off her arm, along with bottles of something-or-other with pictures of fruits printed on them, while she browses the magazines. Idly, she drags her eyes across the covers. Drawings of people with colourful outfits and spiked hair, pneumatic young women in tiny swimsuits, and all sorts of eclectic outfits. She picks one at random and flips through ββΒ it's a near endless parade of girls in tiny swimsuits, gazing doe-eyed at the viewer as they lounge on couches and in flower beds.
"Can you believe this?" she says, smirking, flipping it towards the woman just up the aisle. "Forty, fifty pages... of this?"
Are men okay?
5. Catacombs β Any!
Population of Etraya, to Sciel's best estimation: 120 or so souls, a dozen or so cats and dogs and other pets, several large birds, and approximately six million dead Parisians.
What the story is behind that, or why they came to be interred in this place, she couldn't say, but it's worth poking around. She's been moving around in the dark by the light of a floating ball of light for some time, all by her lonesome, so when she hears another set of footsteps, she extinguishes the light and ducks into a split in the paths.
Quietly, she presses herself against a wall of bones, listening.
two newly dating people walk into a multiverse and find a son, a supers story hahaha
"Don't believe anyone who says they buy those for the articles." She snorts, pulling a box of Chocolate CalorieMates off the shelf. "They're full of it."
She rolls her shoulders, glancing over the slotted stands of magazines with a critical eye. "Though seeing as most these magazines appear to be Japanese, I'm more surprised we're not getting any of the really out there stuff."
cannot think of anything more on-brand for them.
they'd like to request lead time on a heads up next time, will the universe listen?
message unclear, universe rebooted, extra children added
lois would like to demand knowledge on where the extra children are coming from
probably the same place as all 900 of supesβ cousins
we need an exchange rate here lets get a few jimmy olsen's in
Anyone without powers so Lois has company on the ground lmao
look she'd take mr. terrific too he and the bats can stare at each other
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But he's on a mission to learn as much of Etraya as he can, to know it the way he knows Metropolis. And that means every part of it, including the part filled with bones.
And he's not alone. Whoever is here is very quiet, but that doesn't mean much when it comes to super hearing. "Hello?" he calls out cautiously. "Is someone there?"
(Yes, obviously someone is, but he does not want to unnerve them.)
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RNG. Any of them? All of them? Some? Surprise me!
Even a cynic like Jason has to admit that a Japanese 7-11 is far from the worst thing to show up Etraya. So naturally, he's holding a basket as he browse through the snacks and seeing what he can treat himself to. He's already packed a bunch of onigiri.
"The American ones really gotta up their game," he murmurs.
Rooftop:
Jason's fully dressed in his Red Hood gear as he practices his parkour and grapple gun swinging. He's almost in a flow state until he unexpectedly notices somebody at a nearby rooftop.
"Seriously?"
7-11 living the dream
Lois remembers this because it's the redundancy of a date and the store's name. She can't honestly say the last time she's even had a slurpee, and they're not here, because it wasn't exactly as common in Japanese 7-11's. On the other hand, there is the make your own smoothie thing.
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Rooftop
Maybe it's unusual for Etraya, though. There are fewer people here in general.
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rooftops.
"Red Hood?"
It has to be but... which one, is the question, since Damian had told him there were two.
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Surprse me with any, all, or some!
It's an evening flight for Kirk so he's not expecting anyone around. It's the whole point of him doing a nighttime flight. Then he's surprised to see someone at a rooftop. He pauses and floats in midair as he does a double take. Who's out here at this time?
Catacombs:
Kirk slowly walks as he explores the seemingly eerie tunnels. He's used to macabre scenes and investigating in the dark at least. He pauses though as he picks up a scent and turns around. He stop short of calling out though. He doesn't want to scare off just yet whoever it might be.
rooftop for lois for once hahaha
Yes, she could do this back at the apartments. No, she doesn't know why restlessness brought her to a hollow mimickry of the building she's spent her adult journalistic working life within. It isn't even the right design. The empty of people was a strange enough but predictable sensation. She stopped having the heart to plunge the depths of it tonight after seeing the lobby didn't lead down to the floor. No, all the offices were up.
"I can feel whoever's out there staring," Lois calls out without looking up. She might be full of shit, or imagining things, but there's a point where you get used to feeling eyes on you from the sky. Lois crossed that threshold a while ago, and not even because Superman rolled into Metropolis, let alone when Clark Kent rolled into her heart. Eventually. "You might as well come say hello. Or fly off. Can't really stop you."
She continues to type, apparently not terribly concerned either way.
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also rooftop but a different rooftop probably
Until a newcomer floats by and just looks at him. Clark raises a hand in greeting, wondering what that's about. "Hi?"
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kwik trip. literally any and all of you! also, let me know if it works, i'll gladly edit if needed!
Except it's packed and she's never seen these ones, she guesses? She's tiptoeing in her heels to try and see the next section. Life is hard. Woe is her.)
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Lois lost the cat lottery today, meaning she managed to startle the cat that'd perched itself upon the end-cap of water bottles. Which should be fine, because usually that means they're stacked in cases, right? Except that whatever companion bots had been in charge of stacking these water bottles had done so... by stacking them individually. Startling the napping cat meant a cascading failure of a stacking system, and water-bottles falling down and rolling across the floor until the whole cluster of them blocked the way between two aisles, one dried goods, one an open refrigerator sort of display. )
For the love of — how many of these did they stack?
( Lois, who gave up and has been kneeling on the ground and shoving water-bottles into KWIK-TRIP designed canvas totes, two full ones with their haphazard water-bottle collections right behind her.
She glances up to Sophie with a flash of a smile: )
One of the cats took them out when it objected to having its nap disturbed. The next aisle over's fine?
( Aaand she drops another water-bottle into the tote. )
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Rooftop (anyone~)
They'll find him resting, taking that interim moment to gauge the next jump from where he stands and Bruce, being Bruce, knows he's not alone anymore. He stands up straighter, cape folding around him like armor, not sparing his guest even a glance. ]
I'm fine.
[ Before they even have a chance to ask. ]
lois the secret (?) rooftop lurker
Mostly at a giant logo on a building put together all wrong to be the building she wishes it was.
Only when she gets there, there's... a guy in a caped uniform. All dark, so he may as well be one with the night, and no immediate recognition for his silhouette. A little like Kirk's? Mostly in the helmet. )
Have you had anyone believe you when you've used that as a conversation starter?
( Backpack slung over one shoulder, Lois doesn't so much as approach the man she doesn't know as she moves at a careful parallel, keeping herself away from the edge. Yes, she's using the top of the Daily Planet for some thought collection and information sorting, hence the laptop she's brought along, but she's not up here to play chicken with a high rise. )
It's the same thing teenagers tell their parents when they're upset and don't want to be bothered with practical problem solving.
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Nova City
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for clark.
he's setting the can back on the shelf when he turns and catches sight of someone he's run into beforeβ well. someone he'd been keeping an eye on back in san fran the moment he'd caught wind of a superman being around. they'd had their little chat and, being the bat that he is, regardless of age, he'd disappeared on him and hadn't reached out since. of course, that was merely him as the bat and not the man as he is here on this grocery run.
grabbing a box of cereal β cocoa puffs β to set in his basket, he eyes the other man there. waits. waits. waits. until he finally heaves a sigh and makes his way over to clark from behind. the man's in his damn way with wanting what's there on the shelf. )
Are you finished daydreaming?
( it's flatly asked and he's lucky he's not like his youngest who'd be more liable to simply shove him out of the way. )
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The vocal timbre isn't quite the same, the cadence a little different. But he recognizes that void. They may have only spoken once, but it was a memorable conversation.]
Sure. Go ahead and take what you need.
[He steps aside, but does not step away.]
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