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big_blue_boyscoutWho: Clark Kent and Blake Belladonna descendsfromshadow
What: A chance meeting after their previous encounter
Where: A grocery store
When: A day or two before Lady Blue's theft of the Omegabase
[Technically, Clark didn't need to eat, but thanks to his mother he has a certain appreciation for good cooking. He didn't get a lot of time to actually do much cooking given the demands of his job, but every once in a while on a night where he just got to be Clark Kent he'd make something other than take-out. He was hoping tonight would be one of those nights. Between the dinosaur invasion, some of the other Omegafriends wildly changing personalities and the dozens of crimes that happen on any given night he hadn't had much time to himself. The job would always-- always come first. But even Superman needed a break every once in a while.
[He wandered down the isles of the store, picking the odd ingredient here and there, keeping one ear tuned toward the vibrant soundscape of Venture City, just in case there was some situation the others couldn't take care of. For the moment, they were on top of everything, and that got a smile out of him. A few years ago, there were only a few heroes on the street, and for every brush fire you put out there were three more springing up. It seemed like a distant memory.
[It seemed like everything was well in hand until the shouting drifted in from the front of the store. Sounds like someone got caught shoplifting. Clark adjusted his glasses, moving to the front of the store. It sounded like the situation was under control, but on the off chance that changed he'd rather be up close.]
descendsfromshadowWhat: A chance meeting after their previous encounter
Where: A grocery store
When: A day or two before Lady Blue's theft of the Omegabase
[Technically, Clark didn't need to eat, but thanks to his mother he has a certain appreciation for good cooking. He didn't get a lot of time to actually do much cooking given the demands of his job, but every once in a while on a night where he just got to be Clark Kent he'd make something other than take-out. He was hoping tonight would be one of those nights. Between the dinosaur invasion, some of the other Omegafriends wildly changing personalities and the dozens of crimes that happen on any given night he hadn't had much time to himself. The job would always-- always come first. But even Superman needed a break every once in a while.
[He wandered down the isles of the store, picking the odd ingredient here and there, keeping one ear tuned toward the vibrant soundscape of Venture City, just in case there was some situation the others couldn't take care of. For the moment, they were on top of everything, and that got a smile out of him. A few years ago, there were only a few heroes on the street, and for every brush fire you put out there were three more springing up. It seemed like a distant memory.
[It seemed like everything was well in hand until the shouting drifted in from the front of the store. Sounds like someone got caught shoplifting. Clark adjusted his glasses, moving to the front of the store. It sounded like the situation was under control, but on the off chance that changed he'd rather be up close.]
