Super-two! [backdated liek whoa]

[superbombshell]

[Here's one of the weirdos that can celebrate this holiday in the spirit it's been meant, wandering the grounds, picking wildflowers for the shrines she'll set up for her family and the people that died in the destruction of Krypton and Argos.

As she walks and picks, she talks to herself a bit. Or, really, to her old friends and family.]Look, Mom

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[save_the_souls]

[Was walking by as he was wandering around this place...and stops and stares...when he hears this lady talking to...well thin air]

[...Maybe something is wrong with that girl in the head...]

[superbombshell]

[It's the general consensus that most Capes have something wrong with them in the head. She swears she doesn't hear voices or anything, though, but she is familiar with the feeling of being watched so she turns to see who's doing the watching, raising an eyebrow when she realizes she's being stared at.]

Can I help you?

[save_the_souls]

[It's okay he's just a bratty seven year old with issues. But he looks startled when he gets spotted - how did she see him despite standing there and blatantly staring in plain sight?! ]

N-No!

[superbombshell]

[Aw, bratty childthing, chalk it up to super-vision if it'll make you feel better. But in the meantime have a smirk and a hand propping on a cocked hip.]

Then what were you looking at?

[windsturms]

[lookin' at them flowers (why do some look like the ones painted on her face), la-di-dah, oh hi chipper lady...you look familiar]

Something nice happen? [Kara's attitude is definitely a strong contrast against the general mood]

[superbombshell]

[Double-takes at the makeup, but she's seen quite a few people wandering around like that today so she smiles.]

Not necessarily. Why?

[windsturms]

[giggle] You seem more enthused about this thing than most. I mean, just about any other page in the journal has complaining.

[superbombshell]

[Cheerful!] I don't see why! What's so bad about remembering people that you loved?