Kon-El... unpopped! [Open to all!]
"This is not where I went to sleep," Kon-El announced to the room, more for the sake of saying something than because he thought he'd get an explanation from the giant kernels of popcorn surrounding him. There hadn't been any popcorn where he'd gone to sleep, he was sure of it. And he hadn't been covered in what smelled like the 'butter' that got put on popcorn. There were other differences too, but it was mostly the popcorn.
That was almost enough to convince him that he was having a really weird dream, but a surreptitious pinch to one arm either proved it totally wasn't a dream and he was really surrounded by popcorn, or his subconscious was on to him and knew about the pinching-trick. Go with not a dream for now. I don't want to be that guy having a dream about standing in a room full of popcorn, being paranoid about his subconscious.
So since he'd decided things were real, step one had to be 'get rid of the butter stuff'. Even if he'd been kidnapped by a popcorn-obsessed freak/villain/whatever, there was no way he could face the world covered in slippery stuff. Get rid of the butter, and he could figure the rest out from there.
Plan A: wipe it off. This was made of fail, since being covered in it just meant that he moved the butter stuff around. Or, worse, ground it in. Plan B: tactile telekinesis. Didn't work much better unless he wanted to remove it one drop at a time. Plan C: nonexistent. "And you know what? This room sucks. I need a towel."
That was almost enough to convince him that he was having a really weird dream, but a surreptitious pinch to one arm either proved it totally wasn't a dream and he was really surrounded by popcorn, or his subconscious was on to him and knew about the pinching-trick. Go with not a dream for now. I don't want to be that guy having a dream about standing in a room full of popcorn, being paranoid about his subconscious.
So since he'd decided things were real, step one had to be 'get rid of the butter stuff'. Even if he'd been kidnapped by a popcorn-obsessed freak/villain/whatever, there was no way he could face the world covered in slippery stuff. Get rid of the butter, and he could figure the rest out from there.
Plan A: wipe it off. This was made of fail, since being covered in it just meant that he moved the butter stuff around. Or, worse, ground it in. Plan B: tactile telekinesis. Didn't work much better unless he wanted to remove it one drop at a time. Plan C: nonexistent. "And you know what? This room sucks. I need a towel."