For your kindness I'm in debt to you

[andaway]

[Clark has hardly used the network to make posts as Clark lately, not since he got the radio started... but it wasn't really that he was avoiding it, not really. Investigating about the murders, then the disappearances had simply taken most of his free time, and he hadn't had much to say.

When he turns on the feed he's playing around with what looks like a calligraphy brush between his fingers, tapping the shaft against a very basic notebook.]

The new arrivals made me think of something. [And judging by the notebook, he's trying to make sense of it by himself. Those who actually know him know how fast his brain actually is... but he's always had the Kryptonian technology to back him down, and now he finds it missing.]

We're assigned living space when we get here, right? And we don't really choose it, we're simply given directions to it when we arrive. And we know there are 5 districts, and different kind of suites on each. Some of them are obvious [Hi, Arthur, of course you live in Water] but others aren't. I live in Water, while my wife was given a suite in the Earth sector.

[She didn't spend a single day there but that's beyond the point. You might actually see her on the background, she likes doing that.] And I thought maybe there could be some kind of pattern, something in the way the Kedan organize us in each district and place. It might not be relevant at all but I'd like to give it a try.

So I guess, what I'm asking is: where do you live? Have you noticed something similar between you and your neighbors? I don't know- age? Gender? Abilities? Hobbies? [A shrug] I don't really know what could be relevant. Also, feel free to answer anonymously if you'd rather- or in my inbox, to keep it private? Whichever way you feel comfortable.

And with that done... something completely different. If I'm right, Thanksgiving should be just around the corner... [The sheepish grin of someone who's completely aware that he's indulging himself] So, what are your favorite Thanksgiving day recipes?

[Later: Supercrypted to JLA MEMBERS - From Jor-El's console]

Yes, we are doing something for thanksgiving, in case you were wondering. My question is: where? And how many of you will have to be dragged there?

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[skybluejeep]

[Stiles now is able to collect friends like they're Pokemon. Which is still something of a shock to him, since for the longest time it was just him and Scott.]

Well, mainly the broadcast time. And, you know, technical stuff. Is your studio in your suite with your wife? Or do you have a separate broadcast room that's all soundproof and stuff. I don't want to, like, show up at your house with a bunch of actors and wreck the place.

[andaway]

[The idea makes his eyes widen slightly. Fun fact, he's kind of an neat freak.]

Uh, no- our house is our home and not where we work. Lois' house was going to stay empty because we live together, so we've kind of adapted it into our studio. You and your actors can use that?

[skybluejeep]

Perfect.

[He grins hugely, because wow this might actually be happening. He's followed through enough to get a project done. What is this life even?]

Is there anything you don't want us to touch? And can you show me how your equipment works? I mean, I don't want to break anything by accident, I'm sorta klutzy that way.

[andaway]

[He shakes his head] We really only use it to broadcast, but I would appreciate you coming by to get a better idea on how everything works... and to make clear which buttons you are forbidden from touching if you don't want to make the radio explode.

[skybluejeep]

I can do that! I have a perfect zero-explosion record, in spite of what my old chemistry teacher might tell you. I'd like to keep it intact.

[andaway]

Impressive record, really. I'd made a few things explode when I was your age. [Worst part is he's serious.]

When do you get out of work?

[skybluejeep]

Uh...what time is it?

[He's left his watch behind; he's discovered that he gets too distracted checking the clock at work and makes him look like he wants to be out of there. ADHD. It was difficult sometimes.]

I clock out at nine. Well, strike that, I'm supposed to clock out at nine. Work the job, not the clock, yannow?

[andaway]

[An 'I get it' movement with his hand, schedules are a mythical thing when you work with deadlines.]

I'll come by by then, and we can leave whenever you're ready?

[skybluejeep]

Perfect.

And, again, thank you so much, Mr. K-...Clark. This is, like...I've never really thought about going into show business? But here on the turtle, it just seems right.

[andaway]

[An extremely fond smile. He hadn't realized until then how much he reminds Clark of Jimmy... a little younger, a little smarter- but the same determination and gratitude at being acknowledged.]

Thank you, son. I'm getting the feeling your program will boost our audience like crazy.