Characters: Everyone's favorite Kryptonian clone and YOU! Hopefully.
Location: The park. The snow-covered park.
Time: 10am-ish?
Style: Whatever! Go nuts, I'll probably wind up matching you.
Status: Open!
So...snow. Underwater.
Superboy was just gonna go ahead and not try figuring that one out. Not how it was made of course, his telepathic
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... cause Jim sure can't help him there. He's staring at the snow with the same slightly baffled expression. He had tried to figure out for a while why it was snowing underwater, before finally just filing it under 'Vatheon's blatant disregard for the laws of physics, chapter five, verse three'. But even with the why and how squared away, there is still the what. Montressor does not get snow, only heat and dust, so this is Jim's first time actually seeing the white stuff in person. He'd only seen it on simulation and in holo-books before. And while he logically knew what to expect, actually experiencing it is another kettle of space-whales.
He kicks at a small mount of it with his boot, before burrowing closer into his clothes. He actually made sure to stock up on warm new clothes, cause damn, this stuff is cold. And it is then that his eye falls on Superboy. An eyebrow is raised.
"Let me guess... you're the cool type?"
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With any luck, either people would stop using slang around Superboy, or he was gonna become fluent in it. Because at the moment, the only reason Superboy didn't assume this boy was making guesses at his temperature was that he remembered Wally using the word once. Saying that leaping tall buildings in a single bound was "pretty cool." So, he probably wasn't referring to temperature...probably.
"I guess," came the flat reply, as Superboy actually turned his head to acknowledge the other boy. He'd heard him a while ago (thanks to the benefits of superhuman hearing), he just hadn't expected him to stop...let alone talk to him. In his experience, most people were content to just give him space or ignore him outright. Granted, Superboy doesn't sound particularly hostile (or friendly), just...neutral. Which probably explained why most of his peers preferred to keep their distance, guy's like an apathetic robot half the time.
"...does it usually snow here?"
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"I see you're not a believer of letting the weather dictate your fashion choices."
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Thankfully, interaction with Rob and Wally had left Superboy at least passingly familiar with facetiousness and it's older, meaner brother sarcasm. Because he was this close to asking if there was really a brochure before he recognized it...and also reassured himself that if there really was a brochure, Rob would have mentioned it. Well, that, and brochures were typically meant to encourage a visit and that was just impractical when people are pulled into the city against their will anyway, and oh right he was still there and talking and Superboy should probably pay attention.
"No," came another flat response, and Superboy briefly looked down at his shirt before turning his attention back to Jim. "This is all I have." Okay, well, that's...one question answered. How exactly he wasn't coming down with a case of super-hypothermia would have to be put off until the next snowstorm though, or until someone else was available to explain what the heck a Kryptonian was and how they were able to cheat at life. Although, ( ... )
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"Here." Have a woman with short blonde hair offering you a jacket. She's dressed for the weather in a light blue hooded parker, knee-length skirt and boots. At her side a shiba inu.
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"What's this for?"
No really, random gifts, how do they work? Of course, he does know what a jacket is, he just...doesn't appear to need one. The guy's not even shivering, he just seems extremely out of place.
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"Uh...thanks."
Sure, he didn't need it, but he was pretty certain it wasn't considered acceptable or polite to refuse gifts. So he's gonna go ahead and take that jacket and try it on. At least it looks like his old one, and seems to fit alright. Except now he was left with that awkward moment that follows a total stranger giving you the first gift you've ever been given. All he could think of is a few scenarios where gifts were exchanged, and well...
"...should I get you something too?"
Yeah, that question sounds way more genuine than it should. Like he seriously doesn't know.
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No. It's just Robin laughing as he slips and slides on the ice on the park path. And while he may have a nice jacket on right now, he hasn't ditched the shades.
"Superboy, you've gotta try this," he shouts as he slides by.
"Dude, if I can find a pond or lake or something, I am so going ice skating!"
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Yeah, Superboy's kind of whelmed by the display, but doesn't appear particularly eager to give it a shot himself. Probably because if he falls, he'll probably damage the walkway. Kryptonian hard-headedness and all, both figurative and literal. "Thanks, but it looks like you've got it covered," he replies, dismissing the idea of playing earn-your-own-concussion with that usual flat tone of voice. As for the ice skating...
"There's one in the center of the park." Wait how did he know this, he only arrived a few days- "...I studied a map one of the locals gave me."
Figures. Guy's snatched away from home and he still tries to suck up information, even without the G-Gnomes.
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Superskating? That's one flawless idea.
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Which would kind of suck for anyone else on the ice.
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Aha!
"Hey Supie!" Wally said, throwing a freshly made ball at Superboy. "Think fast!"
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"What was that for?"
On the bright side, he doesn't sound particularly hurt or insulted, just...confused. He figures it's part of a game or well intentioned prank of some kind, but beyond that...no clue.
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Right?
"Haven't you ever heard of a snowball fight before?"
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"Never really came up." Well, that's putting it lightly. Of course, he's going to go ahead and assume the rules right off the bat now. Make a ball of snow, throw at opponent. And Wally had volunteered.
Unfortunately for Wally, Superboy's idea of a snowball was about the size of a softball...and packed with super strength. Wally should probably intervene now before someone gets hurt.
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