I will sail a friendly course, file a friendly chart... [open]

[apricitous]

Who: Clark Kent (apricitous) & Jessica Jones(assholic), Clark Kent & you, etc.
What: settling into Wyver, hosting a dinner party, roommate THINGS
When: early to mid December
Where: House 9, and around Wyvern
Warning(s): nightmare involving talk of rape, attempted rape, death, coercion in the second section of thread with assholic
Notes: Feel free to tag into the open



[ around Wyver | open ]
[ It felt like a lifetime, but it was really just a year and a half that he'd spent in Metropolis, lived and loved and helped rebuild. He tries to remind himself of that as he gets to know this new place, as he learns the ways of Wyver. There are parts of it that remind him of the city, but so many new things, new and fantastical, and he finds himself spending time out in the city just walking to get a feel for the place. It nets him a job, eventually: simple work, farm work really, down at the Dragon pens. He's not sure if he'll stick with it, since he's been considering what some of the others have been talking about in regards to the press, but for now, it's enough. Combining that with the money they'd made off of the dragon heads, and he was at least satisfied that he wouldn't have to worry about his finances for the foreseeable future.

It allows him to have a little fun at all the interesting shops and businesses that he happens to find; he'd had to replace his wardrobe and it'd been a bit of a task, finding something comparable after his clothing had been ripped to shreds. Thankfully, at least one shop had had something similar to the flannel he preferred. But that had just been the necessities. The fun had been in the new fruits and vegetables and foods and seasonings, all of which he was still experimenting with. It was a common thing for Clark to make his way back to his little house with a full bag of groceries. Thankfully, his roommate seemed amenable to trying most anything he came up with that he deemed edible. And some he didn't.

Regardless, he's doing his best to adopt the city as his own, to adopt this world as his own. Some of the awfulness in the streets is frustrating, but he reminds himself not to be too unkind, points out to himself how similar it was to the talk hosts and pundits from his own world. Which is frustrating in and of itself, but given the way the cheer starts returning to the city after a bit, he does his best to focus on the celebrations instead of the grumblings and that helps more than it doesn't. ]


[ middle of a brawl | week two | open ]
[ It's while he's enjoying a drink after work that it happens; it's been happening the last few days, and he'd considered going straight home. But he'd come to really enjoy the particular home made brew that this pub provided and he'd wanted a treat. And yet, somehow, invariably, he'd ended up shoved off of his barstool (mostly to keep someone from breaking their hand) and the crowd was egging him on to join in.

He had absolutely no intention of doing anything of the like, but it seemed like the others involved were taking that as an insult, and now he's... well, he's doing his best to back away slooooowly. ]

Comments

[CLOSED to Jessica]

[apricitous]

[ Getting to land isn't much of an affair; the boat is returned to the officials, the head of the serpent is sold for an entirely reasonable price (all right, downright generous in his opinion), and Jessica insists on giving him half of the funds. It's enough for him to pick up a new shirt before he finds out his housing assignment, as well as some groceries so that he can start in on dinner hopefully before his new roommate arrives.

He's got his head in the oven, pulling out a rather rudimentary pot roast, when he hears the door open and he almost bangs the back of it on the edge of the stove as he looks up to- ]

Oh. Well. Hello.

How did you find out I was here?

[assholic]

[Clearly someone had a sense of humor. Or maybe they'd just seen that so far, she hadn't killed him. Or him her. Or... whatever they were paying attention to. Out of the myriad of people she could get stuck with, it seems they'd opted to tuck her in with one of the few that she was getting along with.

She kind of felt sorry for him.]

I didn't. I was told this is where I'm supposed to be staying.

[A quiet moment, not really sure how to do this. She didn't do roommates well. Or people. Or friends. Or... nope, just people.]

Looks like you're stuck with me again. Unless you want me to go find somewhere else...

[apricitous]

That would be mildly ridiculous.

[ He takes a moment, pulls the pot roast out, and lays it on the counter with a shrug. Then he starts pulling out the little tray of rolls he'd put in as well. He's wearing potholders, but they're purely for show. He might not use them again, honestly. ]

Well, you're on time for dinner, at least. Can't say I prepared with booze, though, other than a bottle of red.

[assholic]

I got supplies.

[They'd split the profits evenly, and while he'd opted to get a shirt and food, she'd stocked up on bottles that clinked when she shrugged her shoulder, her bag over it moving and setting her 'supplies' shifting against each other.]

What, were you planning on wooing whoever you got stuck with with food? Sorry to disappoint. I, ah... Just show me where my bed is and I'll go put this shit away and grab a shower.

[Because she hadn't yet, and she was beginning to smell. She'd bought a second set of clothes, but she planned on only using it for when she had to wash her main set. Like now.]

[CLOSED to Bruce, Diana, Steve, and Jessica (if she feels like crashing)]

[apricitous]

[ Clark has been attending the coffee sessions and the practices with Bruce and Diana both, but given the season and his own propensity for feeding people (despite certain hotly-spoken words in a car twenty-something years go, he does actually enjoy doing that), he's been more than a bit excited about this for the last couple of days. That's why he's got most of the dishes done roughly a half an hour before anyone is supposed to show up, a bottle or two of wine prepared, and an entirely delectable fruit pie cooling on the counter. ]

[wondie]

( they're not quite so early as the food, yet Diana is a prompt creature when she can be and is endeared by the idea of a Christmas party once it has been explained to her. surprising everyone, she doesn't elect to wear armor to a dinner party. she does, however, choose to bring ice cream. it is only proper to bring something for your host. )

I would not expect Bruce to be here yet, ( Diana muses to Steve as she raps on the door. ) It will give you a chance to meet Clark. He's wonderful.

[dianano]

[ Steve had no idea what to wear to this party. Being new, he only arrived with one outfit, so he has to go shopping. There are a lot of styles he's unfamiliar with, like most things in this new world. The closest he can find to what he's used to wearing is a brown three piece suit.

He doesn't have the heart to tell Diana that the ice cream will probably be melted by the time they get to Clark's, but it can always be refrozen. ]

I actually met Clark the other day. [ It's a small world. ] He's a nice guy. [ A good listener. But he suspects the door will open soon, so he stops there to save Clark from embarrassment. ]

[apricitous]

[ Clark opens the door quickly enough, a tray of rolls in one hand and a smile on his face. Thankfully, he's got an oven mitt on. Mostly for show. ]

Diana. And Steve, it's... good to see you. Come in, come in.

[ As he sees the ice cream, he points towards the 'fridge. ]

You want to pop that in while I get things set up?

[ They'll both note that Clark has actually made some effort towards Christmas decorations though, as one might assume, they are entirely self-made. ]

Around Wyver

[catfident]

[ Her first priority after ridding herself of sweat and ocean grime (and then filling her stomach all the way full) is to replace the clothes that have dirtied and ripped during her journey to Wyver. It's a different experience, buying daily necessities for herself rather than having them handed to her, but not wholly bad. There's freedom to pick the patterns and cloth herself, and freedom to judge the choices of those around her.

Like that one guy over there. ]

You're seriously going to wear that around?

[ Says the woman in what basically amounts to a black catsuit. Her exposure to fashion consists of kids in school uniforms and old men in loose robes, don't consult her for advice.

But mostly, that shirt just looks like it'd be real hot in this weather. ]

[apricitous]

[ He'd been in the middle of picking some garlic bulbs when he heard the commentary and his head pops up, looking around for the owner before glancing down at what he is wearing. A flannel shirt, yes, with the sleeves rolled up. And yes, he supposes that the material is a little thick, but it's also soft. ]

Is... there a problem?

[catfident]

[ What a housewife. The produce goes ignored, her attention fully fixed on him and his clothing choices in this blasted heat. She purses her lips, puzzled. ]

Aren't you hot?

[ Don't most men sweat buckets in this kind of weather? ]

[apricitous]

[ He glances down at his clothing and then up at her. ]

It's a little warm, but not really too bad?

CLARK + JESSICA

[beknight]

[ ooc: after this ]

[ The route is short; Bruce's only delay was a short stop at his apartment to change — the utility belt is always on him, any especially sensitive equipment is securely locked in his office at the Simwe Institute, a city away. ]

[ Approximately fifteen minutes later there's a sharp, single knock. Never mind that Clark can see through the door, or hear the footsteps, ]

It's me.

[apricitous]

[ Clark had been a little surprised that Bruce was so willing to make his way over immediately, but at the same time, he's glad. The sooner dealt with (or at least started), the sooner they don't have to worry quite so much about it. All the same, this is his day off, so he's there to open the door and gesture for Bruce to come in.

Their house is like all of the other starter/rental houses, though Clark's already started to put up the beginnings of Christmas decorations. Handmade, since they obviously couldn't be bought, but he'd also utilized a few ribbons and lights in interesting ways. Small and subtle and pleasant enough. ]

Thank you for coming, Alan.

[assholic]

[Jessica was sitting at the kitchen table. She'd thought about just hiding in her room and handing over whatever he'd needed through the door, but she'd started this. She'd made it a thing. Pointed out the threat. She wasn't going to just let someone fumble into this alone, even if no one ever listened.

They never did, either. Everyone thought they were immune. Or that they could just tough it out. Or worse, that it was bullshit. She'd take a lot of embarrassment and discomfort to make people realize it wasn't before it was too late. Again.

So she sat there, fiddling with a cup that had coffee and whiskey in it, wishing there was more whiskey than coffee, tempted to get up and go grab a bottle from her room. She heard the knock, heard Clark go get the door, heard the name used and felt a drop in the pit of her stomach. Shit. This was real. This was happening.

Why couldn't that son of a bitch just stay dead?]

[beknight]

[ Bruce steps in, looks around — these places aren't usually bugged, and Clark would have been able to find all of them if they were present. He lingers a little on one of the decorations over the rooms, making a quick judgement on which room is whose. Then files that away. ]

Not a problem.

[ His tone is even, businesslike, no overt warmth — friendliness is for another time. This needs to be handled as quickly and efficiently as possible. To Jessica, in the same tone, ]

Miss.

CLOSED to Bruce

[apricitous]

[ Clark has to finish up some work around the house, just a bit of neatening and some laundry, before he makes his way to the GPS point. Thankfully, it doesn't take long since he'd almost been done anyway and he arrives a few moments later, landing in a hard-to-see spot nearby before walking to the destination and looking around for Bruce. ]

[beknight]

[ This is a point with a nice overlook, a crowded market in the distance below. Bruce isn't here, he's nearby — the moment Clark steps out a dark shadow starts moving, and a minute later Bruce is climbing on the roof and walking towards him. He's wearing his dark-coloured clothes, belt hidden under his shirt. There's just a wrap covering the lower half of his face which he pulls down and adjusts as a scarf. He's going to the Institute, after all, he doesn't need to look like he's been on the streets. ]

The slow dance, huh?

[ His mouth curves in self-directed amusement. Bruce reaches for him unhesitating. ]

[apricitous]

[ Clark almost startles, except he's started to focus on picking up Bruce in particular: his heartbeat, the way he breathes, his scent. It's more that he hadn't been aware of where exactly he was than that he didn't know he was there. But he smiles all the same as he comes out. ]

There's also the Alley-Oop, the Sack of Potatoes, and the Ambiguously Gay Duo.

[ He spreads his hand. ]

You strike me as a little too elegant for any of those, though.

Brawl

[kaleorbekaled]

[It's not long into the brawl that someone picks up a bar stool and tries to swing it at one of the combatants. The person ducks, and Kale, occupied with her all you can eat wings, takes the hit. She's fairly light, and the force of the blow is enough to knock her flying out of her seat and onto the floor.

More importantly, her food is sent flying. When she stands up a moment later, she's crying, but it's not tears of pain. She's upset that someone ruined her big plate full of food with all of this arguing, and that they got her involved in a pointless fight.]

T-that was really mean! You could have hurt someone like that! A-and you wrecked my food!

[She's also starting to glow. Clark may want to de-escalate this situation sooner rather than later.]

[apricitous]

[ Yes, the second he sees that, he sees his out. He goes over to her, without an ounce of fear, and reaches over to try and put a hand gently on her shoulder. ]

Hey, it looks like this place is getting a little rowdy. Let's... both make our way out. I saw a place that makes what I think are gyros on the way here.

My treat.

[kaleorbekaled]

[Kale takes a few deep breaths and glances over at Clark. She wipes the tears from her face. The possibility of being treated to food is far better than sticking around here for a pointless fight. Some people are shouting at both of them to join in, and she really just wants to enjoy a big meal in peace.]

Um...what are gyros? Are they big and filling? I...um. I eat a lot.

[To put it mildly. She could probably eat her own weight in food if she really wanted to.

Someone apparently noticed that hitting her only seemed to make her get upset and glow rather than cause her real harm, so a stool is swung at her deliberately this time. Kale doesn't try to hurt the person, but she doesn't hesitate to bring her fist up to forcefully block the blow and turn the stool into splinters. When she realizes what she's done, she looks wide-eyed at the destroyed stool, then nods at Clark.]

W-whatever they are, leaving and trying gyros sounds great.

CLOSED to Nightingale

[apricitous]

[ He'd made sure he had everything he might need, loaded up his bags, left a meal for Jess when she got in, and headed out, taking the usual air route to Olympia and then following the instructions Nightingale had provided. He's still in good cheer by the time he knocks on the door. ]

[ettersberg]

[ nightingale hadn't expected a dinner out of a conversation that was really only him checking in with an acquaintance, someone he might come to call a friend sooner rather than later, if only because clark seems the type for it, if only because he feels a certain kinship after their first meeting.

he hadn't expected it, but he is far from opposed. when he opens the door, he's in a two-piece suit -- dressing down! -- and there's some jazz on in the background, his apartment small but utterly clean and uncluttered. ]

Please, come in.

[apricitous]

[ Clark offers a nod in greeting before doing just that, a bag over his shoulder with some groceries in it bobbing merrily as he looks down to check whether or not Nightingale has his shoes on. He'll follow suit with however the man seems to go about things in his home before heading to the kitchen. ]

Thank you for having me. I've been looking forward to tonight.