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[hero_farmboy]

Clark should know better than to try and go somewhere to relax. Things alwyas happen just when he thinks they won't. Fortunately - if it can be called that - it seems to only be events in Milliways that are problems right now. But he's pretty sure the calm at home won't last forever, either.

For the time being, however, he's just going to sit in a chair, Security badge visible, and sort through various notes and that freaky mock up newspaper. He has a distinct feeling the latter just might be connected to the napkin warning Chloe gave him and something else is nagging at his mind about it too, but he can't quite put his finger on it yet.

Maybe if he's feeling up to it later, he'll check what the hell is apparently going on outside.

Maybe.


[tiny tags: Eirene, Dinah Lance, Jenny (Doctor's Daughter), Martha Kent]

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[eirenikos]

Sometimes, if you stare at problems too long, you get lost inside of them. The forest for the trees, as it were. But, if one gets distracted for a little while, then the brain has a chance to make sense of things.

Or so the person who just set down a present in front of the security officer is hoping.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark eyes the gift and then grins up when he sees who put it there.

"Hey. How'd things go?"

[eirenikos]

"They went fabulously, thank you for asking. Everyone pretty much behaved." She peers at the pile of papers in front of him. "I can take off in a few minutes so I'm not being a bother, but I wanted to give you this."

The big, shiny, purple present with the pretty star decoration.

[hero_farmboy]

"Glad to hear it, and you're not bothering me." The papers are quickly shuffled and set off to the side and the gift pulled closer toward him.

"What's the occasion?"

[eirenikos]

"I kinda went a little nuts with buying people presents at the gift shop in the stadium. Basically, it's an 'I survived the Olympics so you get presents' occasion?"

This time, anyway.

[hero_farmboy]

"Ah. I see." No, he hasn't opened it yet. It's pretty! "Did you wrap it yourself?"

[eirenikos]

Boy, are those cheeks red? Yes, yes they are. "Shopping isn't the only thing I get carried away with. Is it too floofy?" Some men like their gifts left in the dead of night, wrapped in newspaper.

[raptorcanaria]

After the shouting and the freaking out and the WTF of last night, Dinah's Mom decided the bast thing to do would be to phone her friends. Dinah's spent the entire day in the JSA headquarters being examined by Dr. Fate and now her throat is sore.

But it's the Security badge that gets her attention.

"I wondered who Security was around here."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark smiles up at the girl. "Yeah, we're around. We don't always announce it unless were actually on shift, but we're always here. You need any help with anything?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Not really."

Dinah clears her throat absently, like someone might scratch an itch.

"Everyone seems really cool, here. No problems at all. Except for the random jungle."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark sighs softly. "I heard about that. Among other things. I just haven't geared up to go have a look at it myself yet."

He eyes her curiously. "It's not like, killing people or anything, is it?" That would certainly gear him up.

[raptorcanaria]

"Not that I've heard of," she admits. "I tried to get some cuttings for my Mom's florist shop but they didn't take. It's just weird.

"I'm Dinah, by the way."

[hero_farmboy]

"I have a pretty high tolerance for weird, unfortunately. Guess I'll have to head out at some point and see what's going on."

He offers a hand. "Clark. It's nice to meet you, Dinah. Have you been around here long"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

It's been a few days since Jenny last saw Bart, her boyfriend shaken up by an incident with a clown. Though she won't admit it to anyone, she's still worried.

But Clark isn't exactly anyone. He's someone Bart trusts with his actual identity. So, cue one alien girl in a red sweatshirt that clearly belongs to Bart jumping down from the rafters with grace.

"Why are clowns scary, Clark?"

She really does need to know what she's going up against, after all.

[hero_farmboy]

He'd remark on where she's come from, but what she says is more important for the time being.

"Did you see him?"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head, expression unusually serious. Jenny grabs a nearby chair and moves it towards his. She sits.

"No. But Bart did."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark frowns, briefly. "Did he talk to you about it?"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. A little." Jenny sighs, leaning forward, elbows on knees and chin in hands. "The clown said something to him and it..."

She pauses, shifting uncomfortably. Worry and concern are not feelings she's accustomed to.

"I didn't like seeing him like that."

[hero_farmboy]

"Me neither." Clark doesn't like seeing anyone like that, but when it's his friends or family, it's naturally worse. "Chloe asked me to keep an eye out for him. The clown."

[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

Martha is still a little uneasy, a little unsure, and predicts she will feel out of place here for a good, long time. She's not entirely aware of why she continues to come here - not often, but from time to time. Maybe it's the unbiased advice, the new perspectives, or simply the opportunity to get out of Smallville now and again.

She's had conversations with several familiar faces so far - Chloe, even Bart, and a young man who looked eerily like Jason Teague - all of them doing a terrible job of hiding their embarrassment at seeing Clark's mom among them in their secret place.

But this is the first time she's run across her own son. And suddenly she wishes she'd worn something a little more...in tune with what he's used to seeing her in.

She approaches him anyway, as it doesn't make sense to pretend he's not there, not does she particularly want to (though he may wish he had).

"Clark?"

[hero_farmboy]

Watch as Clark gets whiplash at the sound of that voice.

"Mom?" This... is possibly not good. At all. "What are you doing here?"

[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

Martha cringes a little - she had a feeling this would happen. Not that she blames him really.

"You're embarrassed," she says, now feeling a little embarrassed herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...encroach upon your little hideaway, sweetheart. Chloe's a bad influence on me. I've only been here a few times, I'm hardly a...regular. But if it makes you uncomfortable..."

[hero_farmboy]

"No!" He says quickly, gathering up the papers in such a way that she probably can't read anything that's on them.

"It's just," dangerous, weird, not safe, something else for him to worry about, "surprising to see you here." To say the least. "I didn't know you knew about it."

[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

She smiles, feeling a slightly more relaxed now. "I'm just as surprised, believe you me. But...it's nice to get out every now and again, if you can understand that. Not...that I fully comprehend what this place is half the time, but I've met some very nice people, very helpful people. It's nice to get out of the small town atmosphere. It's nice when...not everyone knows your name."

Suddenly she frowns, reaching out to touch his forehead with her palm. "Honey, you look a little flushed, are you feeling all right?"

Damn her maternal instinct. This isn't home, Martha, she tells herself. Your son is an adult now. And you're in public. Get it together.

[hero_farmboy]

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Except the part about everyone knowing his name... Oh, god his mom's going to find out he's supposed to become some famous superhero. Notes. He has to leave notes for people.

His worry melts somewhat at her touch. He's missed this; missed having his mom be more than just a voice over the phone, even though he'd never tell her how much he misses her, because he knows she'd drop everything in Washington just to make sure he was okay and he can't let her do that. Her work is too important.

"I'm fine, mom. Honest."