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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!

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Lois sidesteps around the endcap, heading toward the open standing refrigeration unit. Not planning to head back immediately means mostly ignoring what's there — oh, nice. Cheese sticks.

"Silver linings," she says, because it's true enough in her perspective. What she also believes is Jon deserved having his actual parents be around. The ones who knew him. Or at least one of the two people who knew him best.

At the same time, Lois is relieved that the Clark here is who she knows. Having run into Jon was enough of a system shock. Running into Jon and Jon's unsurprised to be a father father would have been strange to the point of actually stymieing her.

Jason examines a couple of the spicier-flavored noodles next.

"Gotta cope somehow. You met anyone else you know here?" he asks in a casual tone.

"A few," she says, equally casual. "What about you?"

Looking between different 'make your own smoothie' selections, she picks out one with more fruit than greens, then heads toward the smoothie making machine. One day it'll feel less like a strangely well stocked post-apocalyptic television series set when she does this. One day.

"A handful. It just feels weird," Jason replies before following Lois to the smoothie section. "We're supposed to be on a world-saving mission and yet, some of us got enough company to almost feel like a vacation retreat."

She scans the top of the smoothie, the machine indicating she should place the cup in the holder. Pulling off the plastic seal, she does so, tossing the plastic into the small waste bin located near the machine.

"Having any luck with the heartwarming bonding exercises retreats are supposed to engender?" she asks, turning her head toward him again. "Because I've been having a hell of a time with the ice breakers myself."

It's a nice, and ultimately pointless dance: Lois is aware there's a contingent of Gothamites who know her beyond the obvious nature of her work at the Daily Planet, know her as someone who is at least in one reality married to Superman and a mother in the usual way of things, and also a contingent who doesn't know those as facts in their particular reality or at their time in their reality. What's more annoying about knowing all that is all she has for any of it boils down to two aliases: 'the Batman' who has been active in Gotham in her time, and 'Dam-Robin,' which is more her reminding Jon if he's going to try to use aliases he really needs to stick to full ones, or Lois is going to remember forever.

So, she holds out her hand for a handshake. "Lois Lane." Smile.

Jason maintains his casual body language and tone but mentally, he’s putting together pieces now. Jon as Jon Kent AKA Superboy and there’s a good chance the Big Blue Boy Scout is here too. And likely Lois has already been trying to do her own investigation into Etraya. Jason feels he and the rest of the BatFamily will know more details soon enough. If Clark Kent is here, then either Bruce Waynes will check on him soon.

“Jason Todd,” He smiles back as he takes her hand and shakes. “You know, depending on how old your kid is, there might be a few who can keep him company here. I think most of Etraya are adults but there was a mention about a farm for kids to hang out at.”

Her hand drops away after, the smoothie machine still whirring through its process. Surprisingly not as noisy as she'd expect.

"Are we collectively trying to get Accelerator to run an afterschool program?"

She looks mildly amused. "Having safe spaces is important. But making sure we're not handing that off to others because it's inconvenient sounds pretty important too."

Also try stopping Jon from flying around, finding Dam-Robin, or any of the multitudinous Bats. It's practically impossible unless she starts running an oppressive pinky-promise regime.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. Of course we can't just dump kids," Jason says, still keeping a light tone as he watches the smoothie machine. "I'm just saying in case Jon might be missing hanging with people closer to his age."

If Damian and Jon haven't met by now, then it quite likely it'll be very soon.

"Like Dam-Robin?" She says, plucking up her smoothie now that the machine has had its way. Yes, she knows the alias is Robin. No, she has no idea if that's singular or not, she has no finger on the pulse of the animal following out of Gotham.

Dame Robin. Damn Robin? Player's choice. She's mimicking Jon's inflection for the unfinished name he'd started.

Jason arches an eyebrow in genuine confusion. That's a new label he hasn't heard before but he feels confident he can guess who Lois is talking about. He wonders where she got that name from though.

"Who?" He asks.

"A kid." Lois shrugs, looking for the straws. Should she be worried about plastic waste around here. Does Aurora recycle their rubbish? She recycles them in certain ways, so who knows, maybe she does.

"Off topic," to cryptic crime fighting child alliances, "But do you have any idea why there's so many cats over in the Nova City region?"

"They've been there since before I got here and it's been nearly a year for me," Jason replies before eyeballing the smoothie machine. Eh, he's got enough stuff this time so maybe next visit he'll experiment with it. "They might've been the result from an old mission."

Obtaining one of the straws and liberating it from its paper slip with a firm tap against the counter, Lois hums in the back of her throat. One of the Etraya-bound missions. She knows there have been a few based here, versus out in the greater unknown universes.

She shoots him a querying look as she heads for the front.

"Has that happened before? Missions leaving a population of some animal or another in the city's bounds?"

"Apparently, that's how Snake Island happened," Jason replies. "Don't ask me how that place is. The name speaks for itself and I haven't had a reason to go over there so far."

"Ah, right. The snakes. It's... less bad than I expected."

She does not say it's good. Lois refrains from shuddering, but just only.

"Definitely not recommending the WcDonalds as being incredible enough to be worth the trip." Or the Snake-Free Zone, trapworthy as it proved to be. Lois had avoided that by the simple merit of not going into an unknown region assuming it'd be fine. Who does that.

(So many people did that. Percy did it for science, which was at least a better answer than, "I didn't think about it." Jon gets a pass for that one. He's ten.)

Jason snorts.

“Yeah, see that just reinforces my point that we need a functioning Big Belly Burger around here,” he says, amused. “Ideally not on Snake Island too but that might be a big ask to do to Aurora and Echo.”

"Can't we just ask nicely that they get the defunct one going?"

Lois isn't particularly yearning for Big Belly, or much of anything in fast food, but if the bones are there, isn't that easier for Aurora to renovate?

"Maybe some of the bots can be convinced to help with the renovations. Sometimes they try and can almost get the job right."

Jason trusts them doing basic, simple tasks. Bigger projects though? Maybe not so much.

"... I don't know the ins and outs of restaurant design, what're the chances they rig things up in a potentially explosive manner?"

Because that's a whole other nightmare of a situation. How was anything built around here in the first place?

"Good point. Not sure if I would trust them with gas pipes," Jason says.

Alas. So much for convenience in construction projects.

"Might be a different class of robot that helps with that kind of maintenance. Still..." Lois refrains from a shudder, just barely, as she crosses the front of the store to the doors.

"Still shopping, or done with your convenience store haul for now?"

"I'm good for now. Maybe I'll give the smoothies a shot next time," Jason replies. "You good here too?"

"Yep." Lois glances at the counter where a register should be... and sighs. "One day this is either going to stop being weird, or I'll be back in Metropolis walking out a door as the city's worst petty thief."

She snorts, shaking her head as she steps out the door, flashing him a polite if perfunctory smile.

"See you around, Jason."

She'll also see about talking to Aurora...

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