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[hero_farmboy]

[OOM: In Smallville, Clark isn't having much fun.]

Clark doesn't hang around the main bar very long when he enters - too loud today - and heads outside, walking along the lake shore. He can still hear just about everything that's going on, right down to the rustle of demon bunnies in the forest, but at least out here the conversations emanating from the bar overlap enough that it's more a background buzz.

It's preferable to a hundred mooing cows, at any rate.

He stops a fair distance away from the main building and picks up a few rocks, casually tossing them into the water. Occasionally, he actually puts a tiny bit of effort into it and a few land clear on the opposite shore.

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[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

Gibbs is on the deck of the Black Pearl, minding his business, when he sees a rock traveling across the sky. As if someone threw it. He's not particularly surprised at first - he thinks it's Rachel playing with the pink beastie again.

But then he doesn't see the lass. No, he sees a young man doing this. Surprise now registers. But it's mild surprise. This is Milliways, after all.

"Careful, lad, some of us live out here," he calls out.

[hero_farmboy]

There isn't too much noise that Clark can't pinpoint specific voices, especially when they're likely directed at him.

"Sorry, sir," he calls back, automatically returning to simply tossing the few he has left to just a few feet out in front of him. "I didn't think anyone would notice."

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"Didn't you see the ship? And don't call me 'sir'. Pirates aren't 'sirs'." He'll tolerate it from Spoon, but not from anyone else.

[hero_farmboy]

Naturally, Clark saw the ship. He'd even heard the people aboard it, but how does he tell this man the rocks weren't going to end up anywhere near the ship?

He doesn't.

"I guess I didn't realize how close they were getting," he offers apologetically. "And I didn't mean any offense."

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"Y' better not. Y' don't want to offend pirates." Now he's having fun. "But that's some arm you have."

[hero_farmboy]

"No, I suppose I don't," Clark agrees gamely, with a tiny hint of a smile. "Lucky throw, really."

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"Some luck. Luck like that, and you should try your hand at dice." Around here, luck is as likely as anything, but Gibbs has doubts he won't voice on this matter. "Why is it that you're throwing rocks? Trying to wake the beastie?"

[hero_farmboy]

"I don't gamble." Clark walks a bit closer to the ship, for ease of conversation, eyebrows rising as he takes the Pearl in. He hasn't seen anything like it before, in person.

"Just trying to relax, mostly, and I'd rather not wake anything." He possibly should have paid a bit more attention to what was under the water. "What sort of beastie are we talking about, anyway?"

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"A giant pink squid." A beat. "No, I'm not making it up, lad. I've seen it with my own eyes. A friendly beast, though. At least with Miss Rachel."

[shortofcrazy]

Riley likes it outside. It's nice, especially now that it's warming up a little, and you can skip stones in the lake (or at least try; Riley's not very good at it) and look at all the -- trees. And stuff. And it's kind of nice, yeah.

He makes his way down toward the lake shore, mug of coffee in one hand and trying fruitlessly to pat down his hair with the other, and he plunks down on a rock, watching the pirate ship bob on the lake.

Riley has zombie-like tunnel vision when he's just woken up. Eventually, he may notice the splashes and the familiar figure a ways away, but for now? Mmmmm coffee.

[OOC: Will have to run to class soon, but I wanted to get this in before I do. I'll tag a few times, then is slowtime til tonight okay?]

[hero_farmboy]

Riley's footsteps, his breathing, the coffee sloshing around the mug, his clothes scraping against the rock when he sits down - Clark hears all this and he can tell it's someone close. He barely has to glance over to confirm exactly who it is.

The rocks are abandoned and he sighs heavily. Might as well get this over with. "We need to talk," he says plainly, and loud enough for Riley to hear.


((OOC: No problem!))

[shortofcrazy]

Riley starts. Hissing at the hot coffee, he sets down the mug on the rock beside his leg and wipes his hand on his jeans. With that auspicious start to the conversation, he glances up, expression more guarded than is his habit. "Yeah."

[hero_farmboy]

Well, no point in beating around the bush.

"Whatever she told you about me? You don't mention to anyone else. Ever. Not here, not in your world, not when you're in Smallville for Thanksgiving," Clark frowns at that. Much as he'd like to rescind Chloe's invitation, he won't.

[shortofcrazy]

"Wasn't planning on it, chief," he says sharply, wrapping his hands around the mug again. "Like I told Chloe, I can and will keep my mouth shut."

[hero_farmboy]

"Funny, she said pretty much the same thing when she found out and look where we are." Yes, Clark knows that's not fair, but right now, he's not really caring all that much about fair.

"Did she tell you that if certain people show up here and they think you even have the slightest bit of information about me, your life could be at risk?"

[shortofcrazy]

Riley starts to bristle, some, on Chloe's behalf -- but then the last registers, and he watches Clark silently for a moment before shaking his head. "No."

[hero_farmboy]

"Well, now you know." Clark nods once and then picks up some rocks again, returning to his normal-strength throwing.

After a minute, "If you have any questions, now would be a good time to ask them."

[darkluthor.livejournal.com]

Lex had taken the time to get to know his new surroundings. To be learning he's bound to the the bar wasn't the most pleasing of news he received. He made a couple of mates already but had already begun to miss those in Smallville, his real friends.

He's looking over the lake from afar. Relaxing Lex takes a peek around the shores and sees a figure remarkably similar to Clark kent's. Heturns for a second and slowly has another look, but he's still there.

Lex gets up and goes to stand behind Clark.

"You know, if you want the rocks to skid across the water you flex your hand first..."

[hero_farmboy]

That's a voice Clark isn't expecting. Especially not here.

His arm stills and he turns slowly, hoping it's just his hearing still playing up on him. "Lex?"


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[darkluthor.livejournal.com]

Lex waits till Clark's full body turns his way. As he asks, Lex can't help but hide a grin. Unfortunately outside they weren't on good terms, but he hoped it would change both now being stuck in MIlliways.

"Yeah, I guess I didn't expect to see you here either."

[hero_farmboy]

"I should have known you'd find this place sooner or later," Clark replies evenly. "I guess I was just hoping for later."

[darkluthor.livejournal.com]

Lex figured even in time he was still bitter about his investigation of Clark.

"Look, I didn't mean for this to happen, it just did. And I've apologised and tried even more about my investigation on you. I was on my way to make sure everything was destroyed yesterday and I was brought here."

He knew Clark would be skeptical. "It's the truth, and I'm still sorry. Your friendship is what I value more Clark, you have to believe me."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark is just going to stare at Lex for a minute or two, because... what?

"Lex, the last time we spoke you slammed a door in my face. You haven't valued my friendship in months."

[darkluthor.livejournal.com]

Lex raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

He just looked back at Clark. The last time he saw him was in a confrontation at his mansion.

"Clark, you left at your own free will, after yelling at me."

With good reason.

"I don't recall slamming any doors in your face.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark takes a step back and offers what he hopes will be reminders for Lex.

"At the hospital? With Lana? You told me I wasn't welcome to see her, even make sure she was okay."