Bitty's first [TRANSPORT] >> On the Satellite

[american_alien]

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...

Comments

[american_alien]

S'good.

[ 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.

[story_and_teller]

Any time! [A winner is Loki! ...The clap on Clark's shoulder is just a little strong.]

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.

[american_alien]

[ ...it doesn't move him much, really. He's enjoying his drink and he's a little distracted. ]

I guess. Though you probably shouldn't bother anyone up here. Might start some sort of interstellar incident or something.

[story_and_teller]

That'd be a first.

[Even for Loki. At least, she's pretty sure she's never started a war over drinks before. She could be wrong.]

[american_alien]

Not a first I'd want to see.

[ Trying To Avoid Trouble Here. ]

[story_and_teller]

Nah, me neither. [Not today, anyway.] So we won't bother anyone who doesn't want us there, how's that?

[american_alien]

Sounds good to me.

[ He breathes out with a low sigh. ]

So... you're Loki. Is that like... the god? From mythology?

[story_and_teller]

Ding-ding! Right in one, Clark. [Have an approving smile. Everyone likes being recognised! Unless they're trying not to be, but then they don't wear the horns and introduce themselves as Loki.]