(open) i know the sun will shine tomorrow

[thisisontherecord]

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!

Comments

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

[Sure I'm sick. Sick of this place!!!]

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[flatly:] Is it because I'm green. [You some kinda orc-racist? Huh?! Huh!!!]

[newsbeat]

Why would that that be a factor? I have green friends.

[Other colors too.]

[rudelanguage]

[oh wow he has green friends.]

Dunno. Some people are weird about it. You could've been, too.

[newsbeat]

Sure, but I'm not going to be.

[And now he knows that. Surely he can accept Clark's word at face value.]

[rudelanguage]

Okay.

[...

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What...was the question again?

[newsbeat]

[What was the question? Oh right.]

You okay?

[rudelanguage]

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[Why the FUCK do you care?]

Nothin' you gotta mind. So, sure. [Knife is so nice. keeping their issues bottled up to breaking points doesn't mean less mess, it just means it's all done in one big go rather than filling a whole calendar with it!]

[newsbeat]

[Because :) ]

All right then.

[He lifts his hands in an 'unarmed, please don't shoot' sort of gesture.]

Nice to meet you, uh...

[Does he get a name?]

[rudelanguage]

Pending. Hi.

[the universal "sup" nod-up gesture.]

[newsbeat]

Hi. I'm Superman.

[The introduction comes with a friendly smile, tossed-fruit forgotten.]

[rudelanguage]

[...

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wait, unironically?

flat:] Lofty. Means something different in your language? [or is the "super" intentional.]

[newsbeat]

I doubt it?

[These translators are on all the time, right?]

It's just a name.

[rudelanguage]

Okay. [it's just a light tap on x to doubt, because does it really matter?] I don't know a lot of men who put "man" in their names is all. Be like if I were...Pendingorc. But only half.

[newsbeat]

If that's what you wanted to be called, that's what I'd call you.

[He shrugs. He won't judge.]

I suppose it's more of a title, really.

[rudelanguage]

Oh. [...

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Superman-types do...what, then? [because that's not clear, either.]

[newsbeat]

Help people. Fight things that need fighting. That's what I try to do, anyway. I've got a lot of powers, so I want to use them well.

[He can't speak for Kell or Hernan-whoever.]

[rudelanguage]

[uh...huh....]

...So you're fixin' all of this for us, huh.

[newsbeat]

All of this? I don't think I'm that powerful. But I'll do my part, yeah. Whatever I can.

[rudelanguage]

[he makes a disillusioned noise through his nose, turning his head and staring toward the river.]

Don't get too cozy, then.

[newsbeat]

[That's an interesting reaction. Clark raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question it further. He knows a dismissal when he hears one.]

Thanks for the advice.

[Such as it is.]

I'll be on my way, then. It was nice to meet you.

[Was it though.]

[rudelanguage]

[WAS it, though?

'Superman'. What the fuck. Paladin-ass vanguard shit. Tellin' me next he shits radiant damage or something. Why not.]

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[...

Wait. Did I give advice for FREE?

Goddammit.]