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Bitty's first [TRANSPORT] >> On the Satellite
WHO: Clark Kent and whoever decides to join him
WHAT: Someone's decided to press the button...
WHERE: the Satellite
WHEN: when he's SUPPOSED to have gone to bed
WARNINGS: nothing yet, but if you'd like a starter, just poke on
ashurbadaktu!
He was supposed to be going to bed, but it hadn't seemed like he could be anything but amped since he'd gotten the strange device. People seemed relatively nice, honestly, and the idea of a place with aliens, other aliens who might know about him and where he'd come from, well... the lure was strong. That's why, after a quick discussion with someone offering him a drink, of all things, he'd finally ended up pressing the button...
And he was very glad that he'd kept his day clothes on. Because wooooooooooooooow. This was... this was like being in Metropolis, only more. Or what he imagined it'd be like. It took everything he had not to start floating out of pure interest, the urge to fly between the skyscrapers and along with some of the air vehicles nearly too strong. But he kept his feet on the ground and, upon noticing that the font for the device matched the one on the building in front of him, headed inside. The lady at the front desk was pretty helpful, honestly, but the second she'd mentioned the Satellite, he'd been back to thinking heavy thoughts just to keep from lifting off again. The wait for the shuttle had been agonizing, enough that he'd almost considered just trying to fly up for himself before he realized how ridiculous that was, until finally finally he was there.
And it was amazing. He had to school himself to typical teenage stoicism since he didn't want to stick out too badly, but every so often, that mask slipped. This was awesome. Now all he had to do was see if any of the tech around here matched the rocket that'd brought him to Earth. Maybe he could find his people...
WHAT: Someone's decided to press the button...
WHERE: the Satellite
WHEN: when he's SUPPOSED to have gone to bed
WARNINGS: nothing yet, but if you'd like a starter, just poke on
He was supposed to be going to bed, but it hadn't seemed like he could be anything but amped since he'd gotten the strange device. People seemed relatively nice, honestly, and the idea of a place with aliens, other aliens who might know about him and where he'd come from, well... the lure was strong. That's why, after a quick discussion with someone offering him a drink, of all things, he'd finally ended up pressing the button...
And he was very glad that he'd kept his day clothes on. Because wooooooooooooooow. This was... this was like being in Metropolis, only more. Or what he imagined it'd be like. It took everything he had not to start floating out of pure interest, the urge to fly between the skyscrapers and along with some of the air vehicles nearly too strong. But he kept his feet on the ground and, upon noticing that the font for the device matched the one on the building in front of him, headed inside. The lady at the front desk was pretty helpful, honestly, but the second she'd mentioned the Satellite, he'd been back to thinking heavy thoughts just to keep from lifting off again. The wait for the shuttle had been agonizing, enough that he'd almost considered just trying to fly up for himself before he realized how ridiculous that was, until finally finally he was there.
And it was amazing. He had to school himself to typical teenage stoicism since he didn't want to stick out too badly, but every so often, that mask slipped. This was awesome. Now all he had to do was see if any of the tech around here matched the rocket that'd brought him to Earth. Maybe he could find his people...
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Hello, Clark. I'm Loki. Pleased to meet you.
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Did I startle you?
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I dunno. What do you think?
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[ ...because yes, he's trying to cover this up. Pooly, but he's trying. ]
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[Kids and power-incontinence: two things that forever go together.]
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What'd you do that for?
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Uh-huh.
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[She offers the smoothie cup with a grin.]
Here, it's still perfectly cold; you gotta tell me how it is, since I don't usually mix things up without copious quantities of booze or coffee.
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Guava syrup and a splash of ginger syrup finish off the flavour, and the sweetness both.]
So...?
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[ Because he's not petty enough to insult the drink because she spooked him. ]
I like it. It'd be nice to know how to make it, honestly.
[ Sucking up a little of his huff... ]
Thanks.
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Come by the bar, I'll show you how to make it... Or, hey, I bet there's a bar in here somewhere, we can borrow their stuff.
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I guess. Though you probably shouldn't bother anyone up here. Might start some sort of interstellar incident or something.
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[Even for Loki. At least, she's pretty sure she's never started a war over drinks before. She could be wrong.]
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[ Trying To Avoid Trouble Here. ]
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[ He breathes out with a low sigh. ]
So... you're Loki. Is that like... the god? From mythology?
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Decided to press the button in the end, huh?
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Cat state?
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David Stutler. Welcome to the multiverse.
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Clark Kent. And... thanks.
[ The smile turns a little teasing. ]
Though isn't it a little silly that you're welcoming me when you just got here too?
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I don't know, manners? I'm not a conversation master. Still excited about this?
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[ Oh yeah. ]
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[Excuse the big city boy...]
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Uh, yeah. Junior year.
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...this isn't going to get you in trouble with your family, is it?
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[ He ducks his head a little and glances around the Satellite. ]
Can you keep a secret?
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Ah-- I guess so?
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Well... thing is that, uh...
I'm adopted. And how I got to my parents is really weird. So I figured...
Maybe it's related?
[ Maybe he could find his birth family. ]
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Sooo you're trying to follow the weirdness road? Makes sense. Maybe they aren't clues, but I bet there has to be something useful around here that may help you at home.
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I wouldn't said now, but after being a couple of days in this place? Who knows, man. I'm getting a very "anything can happen" vibe.
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{ He's glancing around now, the sort of absent way you do when you're trying to find something to talk about that isn't the really obvious and kind of pertinent thing you don't want to talk about. }
So... did you try the smoothies over there yet?
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That's cool. Thanks.
{ And he's off for the line. Better to get a good spot and Dave can catch up! }