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[andaway]

[Well, hello there. There’s a friendly face smiling at the network, nervously pushing his glasses up. He doesn’t seem to have any kind of trouble with the computers, but it’s obvious by the way he’s looking speaking to crowds (and he seems to consider whoever might be looking a ‘crowd’) isn’t really his thing.

Or that’s what he wants to make you believe, anyway. Clark Kent had always been the go to personality in case of kidnapping. He isn’t stupid enough to show where is he exactly living, but you get to see enough of his room to guess he’s in the water sector if you care enough to notice that kind of things. Seeing how calm and easy going the guy seems it shouldn’t come as a surprise.]

Um, hello. [A little friendly wave and a tilt of his head.] I’m not really sure if we’re supposed to-ah, introduce ourselves? I was told everything would be alright and everybody I’ve seen has been rather welcoming so far so I though… [He trails off, shrugging.] Call it farm-boy routine I guess.

Anyway, I’m Clark. Clark Kent. It’s a pleasure.

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[controlledvariable]

[Steph actually fumbles with the buttons on her console slightly, almost forgetting to set it to private with the encryptions that Bruce provided, but she gets there eventually, and then her excited face is on the screen]

Mr. Kent, hi. [deep breaths, Brown] Are you alright?

[just because he's Superman doesn't mean it's not polite to ask]

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[andaway]

[Aaand Clark smiles, because thanks to Kara he'd recognize that voice everywhere. He's pretty sure she was... slightly older last time he saw her, but he hasn't gotten his powers back 100% so he can't be sure.]

Miss Brown. I'll assume everything I was told about this place on my way here is... true?

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[mistyoldworld]

"Farm-boy routine"? You're a farmer?

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[andaway]

Not... really, my father is- was.

[He swallows, but manages to maintain the smile.] I'm a reporter. But I was raised in the middle of cornfields.

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[cowled]

[He doesn't exactly feel relief at Clark's announcement, but...

Bruce won't say he isn't glad to see him.

Then again, there's no guaranteeing that it's actually him. There are enough forces at work here that he wouldn't be terribly surprised by a doppelgänger or some alternate universe in which Clark was never Superman-- or even one of the kedan posing as him, for purposes presently unknown.

He considers each potential possibility, fingers steepled in front of him as he sits at a café console. He's himself today. Just Bruce Wayne, no Devin Craig and certainly no Batman. But he could still lose ground if he were to reveal himself on the network, if he's right about Jason--

So instead of replying (he sees you there, Stephanie) he gets up, tosses his sportsjacket over one shoulder and heads for the door. No. Some things warrant meeting face to face. There were hints enough in the background of Clark's video to note that he's in the Water Sector. The sun was coming in on the west, which means he's not in a suite that faces the sunrise. It's enough. He'll find him.

His only point of irritation at the moment is that he has no way of knowing whether or not it's legitimately Clark, and the fact that he has no kryponite on hand. Tim has some, but between the two of them and in regards to Superboy, Tim was the one likelier to need it.

He puts it out of his mind, ducks into an alley to change into what passes as his uniform here - a simple domino mask and a black silk uniform that harkens back to his days training under Shiva - and takes to the roof. If it's Clark, he'll hear his heartbeat on the approach, and not be particularly surprised when Bruce drops into his suite.

Which, for the record, he's totally doing a few minutes later. As soundless as he is, you can't fool a Kryptonian's hearing.]

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[andaway]

[Oh, it is very much him Bruce. He isn't going to be surprised if he has to prove it though... after he died everyone and their mother with an S-shield in their chest claimed to be him. Some did it in a right way, some did it... in a way that made no one believe them.

And that's not the last time he'd been impersonated, or even mind-controlled. Really, if Bruce trust he was him out of the blue he'd even be offended. That really won't be a problem.

...Coming into his suite without warning or even knocking though? That's more of a problem. Clark is trustful, and his door will always be open for Bruce from now on- but really, a warning could have been nice.]

You're lucky I can now hear your heartbeat. Most people call...

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[hairpipes]

[ Imu's polishing her spear with a rag and a deadpan look. ] Guessing you weren't here for the festival. Just for the record, not everyone's welcoming.

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[andaway]

[Clark raises an eyebrow and pushes his glasses up once more.] You're guessing right. I- uh- just got here actually, what festival?

And what do you mean by that? 'not welcoming' kind of has a broad meaning... should I be careful?

[sharpes]

Wow, it's like I'm watching an Animal Planet exposé on the social hierarchies of dweebery.

My god, you're like apple pie. Is that normal? It shouldn't be normal.

[andaway]

[A couple of blinks and a little startled laugh later.]

... I'm not even sure if you're trying to insult me.

[vaaaansamaaaa]

[There had certainly been an influx of new arrivals today and Merle can't help but wonder why people arrive when they do.

She waves one hand at the camera, smiling faintly.]

Hi. I'm Merle.

[andaway]

[Well, at least someone who gives a normal welcome. Clark smiles at her and waves back.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Merle.

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[tactile_telekinesis]

[Kon's been in his little lazy slump lately and just sitting back, snack packets littered on the floor and a glass of some kind of fruit juice in his hand. Fruit juice that is now being sprayed out of his mouth as he drags his feet of the desk and leans forward.

Clark Kent. No way! He was here?

Kon's eyes are wide and he slams his glass down on the desk and he's leaning forward on his seat, tipping down his shades and arching a brow.]

Wow uh, hey.

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[andaway]

[...Give him a second to process he really is seeing what he's seeing over the network. He recognizes the fade-cut and the classes. He recognizes his own face when he was younger.

Except the chin. The chin had always been Lex's, and Kon had to be grateful his chin wasn't as square-y as all Kryptonians tended to have.

Yes, he'd recognize Kon anywhere, but why did he look so... young?]

Hey, yourself. We ought to meet, don't you think?

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[sophos]

I wouldn't lower your guard that much. Not everyone here is all welcoming.

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[andaway]

[He gives her a sheepish smile.]

I've always been told I was a little too trusting, but they seemed so nice as they guided me here... and not many places would simply give you a place to live in as you arrive.

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[storm_warning]

You seem like a nice guy, so I'll give you a heads up. People here are nice and welcoming up until they're not.

[She's still a bid jaded, okay.]

Name's Ororo Munroe and I've been here a few weeks now.

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[andaway]

That's what I've been told, but so far everybody's been nice. Then again I have just arrived here.

It's a pleasure, miss Munroe. Anything else I should know about the place?

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[littlecousin]

[Nita is just falling for the DC crowd's secret identities left and right.]

Hi, Mr. Kent! Are you settling in okay?

[Look it's a Rule 63 Aquaman with pointy ears and weird eyebrows.]

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[andaway]

[See? This is what Clark meant. Super-friendly people all around, even though some are more welcoming than others.

He also doesn't pay much attention to the ears, he's... definitely seen weirder.]

Yes, this suite I've been given is very nice. [Of course it's lacking his wife, but that's another matter for later when he's investigated the place.] I'll take it you're also one of the foreigners?

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[usavatar]

Mr. Kent. [Steve nods in a way that implies a salute. He can't help it.] Seems like you've been told that the welcome wagon isn't exactly the standard to measure general opinion.

[A pause, then he mental shrug, because hey. This is what he do.] If you feel threatened at any point, feel free to contact James Buchanan Barnes - he goes by 'Bucky', generally - or me.

[Blink.] Right. Captain Steve Rogers. [This time he does salute, a little ironically.]

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[andaway]

[Well, that's... cute, for lack of a better word. Clark already likes this individual.]

I will do so, Captain. It's a pleasure to meet somebody that helpful from the start- have you been here for long?

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[harthad_uluithiad]

The same to you, Mr. Kent.

My name's Samwise Gamgee, and you're very welcome here indeed.

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[andaway]

[Have a smile, Sam.]

Pleasure to meet you Mister Gamgee. Have you been here for long?

[whatfriendsdo]

Mr. Kent. [She's eying him with the skepticism of a born-and-bred city girl.] Do you usually believe it when you're told everything will be all right?

[A little headshake.] They've got farms here, if that's your bag. You get a little money as part of the welcome package, but there's jobs out there from the kedan willing to give them to us.

[andaway]

[Oh, he's seen that look plenty of times. He never lets it bother him- he might be a mild-mannered farmboy but he's not stupid. Most city people get that after a while of talking to him.]

Reporter is more my kind of thing, actually. I don't suppose there's some kind of job similar to that in here?