1649/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	25 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Superwoman, Superman

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Superwoman has posed:
    Damaris Duval- Faora Hu-Ul's secret identity has been minted through the aide of Batman. She's a real person now, with a life and history that would pass most checks- even legal checks, one assumes, if Batman has been as thorough as he tends to be.

    Damaris, though, is a woman who is of aching, supermodelish beauty. Her hair is kept short, she wears a pair of eye glasses with thick, square shaped rims. For clothing its simply things- jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of sneakers that somehow comes off glamorous as it sits on her body. She's a jaw-dropper, that's for sure- and she walks into The Daily Planet without even pausing at security. Just looking like she knows where she's going. Its typically very effective.

Superman has posed:
Very effective, since not many even bother looking up. Not even Clark when the elevator dings to let Damaris out on the floor he's on. No. The kryptonian in hiding sits at his computer, typing away with methodical thoughtfulness. Eyes focused on his screen, he seems utterly oblivious to the world around him.

Superwoman has posed:
     Damaris finds Clark easily- she's constantly scanning her surroundings. Tactically, in particular. Getting an idea of how many are here. Their point of focus. The exits. Paths of movement- the sort of things a soldier who's been to war might do. She does it naturally, its second nature.

    "Clark." She states, as she approaches him from behind. She steps lightly, with grace and poise, even in sneakers. Her movements are like those of a hunting cat- constant control.

Superman has posed:
Who said his name? Clark blinks and listens toward Smallville.

Nothing. A tiny frown forms.

THe lobby? It didn't sound like Lois.

Still nothing. Clark straightens up, starting to turn when he starts at suddenly seeing Faora there. The wheels roll and the chair creaks angrily as the pressue he exerts in leaning back. Clark shifts his weight forward again to keep from breaking hte chair.

"Fa- Damaris," Clark says warmly, getting to his feet now and stumbling because he doesn't want to float up, but he also doesn't want to step on the foot of the chair.

Clark is a clutz. And Superman, Earth's Champion, everybody!

"Hi. It's great to see you," he says brightly after regaining balance and composure (sort of) both.

Superwoman has posed:
    Damaris is as flat as Faora- just watching in quietly as Clark clutzes it up. "Good to see you as well, Mister Kent." she says next, with a bow of her head. "I trust you've been well?" she asks, "Its nearly noon- have you had lunch?" she wonders, "I was hoping to talk to you, if you've got time. You're a busy man, and we seem to keep different hours."

Superman has posed:
It's a little sad to see that Faora is still flat and detached in her less super persona. Hopefully, relaxation can come in time. For the moment, her comment about lunch earns a bright smile from the reporter. He reaches a hand up to adjust his glasses.

"I have been, thanks. Is it noon? Already? Gosh! I lost track of time. No, I haven't had lunch. Let me save my work and we'll go grab a bite," he rambling warmly, turning to Save and then put his computer into sleep mode. Jacket collected, Clark smiles and motions toward the elevator.

"Did you have a place in mind?"

Superwoman has posed:
    Damaris can't really help her detached nature- its just part of being a soldier, perhaps even part of her gene engineering. Of course, Kal also doesn't see the private side of Faora- the side she hides in an apartment somewhere in Metropolis. Unless he's been spying like a perv. "I don't have anywhere in mind." she says next as she moves with Clark, after he's gotten ready. "I was hoping you had a preference. Much of the food here is still... new to me." Of course it is- literally everything Faora is experiencing is Alien to her.

Superman has posed:
Clark Kent is not a perv for anyone but Looook, up in the sky!

"Well, we can grab some hot dogs from the street cart... or there's this great pizzeria a block from here," Clark seems almost to chirp happily, carefully pressing the elevator down button.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Either is fine." Damaris offers- her words still carrying that slightly European accent- a Kryptonian accent. A strange bit of difference between a scientist and a soldier. She's still very understandable- but the accent is there all the same, adding a certain bit of exoticness to her. "I have no preference." she states, as the elevator door closes and the pair begin to descend. "None of the food here is the same as what I am used to. There seems to be a great focus on sweetness and saltiness. Its somewhat overpowering at times."

Superman has posed:
"Hmm... pizza then. I've been craving their Californian," Clark says, making the choice as they stand there letting the very mundane elevator carry them down to ground level.

"I don't have any recipes or things," Clark comments, sounding a little sad, as usual, when he considers how cut off from his own birth culture he really is.

Superwoman has posed:
    "You're telling me that in that computer you have you don't have any recipes?" Damaris says, eyebrows lifting slowly. "An interesting bit of of information. Not that you'd be able to make any of them, mind you, seeing as all the plants and animals required to do so are extinct." Damaris says it so casually- not a hint of emotion in her voice as the door finally opens when the reach the ground level. "I know how to make some dishes, but I'm not a cook. We'd have to find suitable analogues, as well, and that may prove difficult."

Superman has posed:
Clark shakes his head.

"I've got mostly hardware. Very little software. Though, the Fortress did start trying to terraform when I created it.... There's a small zoo with some plants and animals. But, I wouldn't mind helping you find analogues," Clark segways off his Zoo to cooking.

"I'm not the best cook either. Maybe Ma would like to learn too. She's amazing in the kitchen. Have you had her meatloaf yet?" Clark asks, just as the elevator dings open on the ground floor.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Can't say that I've had that, no." Damaris states. "I'll have to ask Victoria to make it." she continues, "She's been my main contact when it comes to the food here. She loves to cook." Now, there is a bit of a smile on the edge of Damaris' lips- a touch of emotion in her voice. "And I suppose I wouldn't mind sharing the recipes with your Mother, either. I'd note that I've never met her, though." Damaris adds, "Your parents sound like very good people, though."

Superman has posed:
"Victoria?" Clark perks up as the pair make their way across the Lobby. He holds the door like a gentleman.

"Oh. That's right. I'm so sorrry. We'll have to make a weekend of it...? And if you want to invite Victoria too.. I'm sure Ma would be fine with it."

Superwoman has posed:
    "Yes. Victoria." Faora says- there have been sightings of Superwoman and her 'partner' who although an adult, seems less certain of her abilities. They dress alike in silvers and whites and blacks. Seems to have some control over gravity. "She's my..." Faora pauses, "My Partner. That seems to be the appropriate term in this locale." she offers softly.

    "Don't be sorry. You don't have to introduce me to anyone, Clark. There isn't any requirement of it, and you don't owe me anything." Damaris notes, with total honesty. "I would still like to meet your family."

Superman has posed:
Clark's been under a rock? But news of Faora having a partner has the reporter smiling as bright as the sun on a summer's day.

"That's wonderful, Damaris! I'm so happy for you. Really. That's wonderful. And I know I don't owe you anything, but... I would love for you to meet them. I'll call her after work and we'll set a day up," Clark says as he leads the way toward the pizzeria.

Superwoman has posed:
    Damaris nods quietly as they approach the pizzeria. Still her eyes are on everyone and everything. "I'll ask Victoria if she'd like to come, as long as its not an imposition. I wouldn't want to invite anyone to your home without permission." she says as they continue.

    As they pass through a crowd of people her hand shoots out to grab someone's wrist. A man. His hand was just dipping into a woman's purse- Damaris turns her head slowly to look at the man. "Don't." She intones, her voice low and dripping with something dark. She's not breaking bones- but its clear she's squeezing tightly by how the man stares at her with wide eyes. She releases the man, and he runs off.

    Damaris acts like nothing happened at all and continues walking. "Tell me about this pizzeria. Is it particularly good?"

Superman has posed:
"No. She's your partner. Of course it's not an imposition," Clark replies with a smile. A smile that fades as Faora deals with a pick pocket before he's even aware there was a pick pocket. The smile returns, proud and inspired all at once, as he waits for her to continue walking.

"Well, I'm craving their Californian pizza. It's got light sauce, and fresh tomatoes, and herbs all over it. It's light and fresh and amazing. Their chicken primavera sandwich is great too, and the meat lover stromboli is something I shouln't order quite as much as I do."

Superwoman has posed:
    "I somehow doubt you need to watch what you eat, Clark." Damaris states with a chuckle. "Its not as if you've got a slow metabolism." That might just be a joke. Maybe. Its delivered so dead-pan, though, its difficult to say. "I'll share a pizza with you, then. It sounds good."

    "I'll ask Victoria if she'd like to come, then. I can almost promise she'll say yes." Damaris notes as they reach the pizza place. "I also need to see about getting a job. I'm taking suggestions."

Superman has posed:
She may have deadpanned it, but Clark still laughs as they walk into the restaurant.

"Awesome. I'm looking forward to meeting her, actually," Clark adds as he finds a table.

"Still looking? Well, there's the police force?" Was that a bad suggestion?

Superwoman has posed:
    Damaris joins Clark at the table, "That might be difficult. I need a job I can slip away from in times of crisis." she notes, "I imagine that police agencies would dislike one of their officers disappearing when duty calls." she continues with a quiet shake of her head. "The same issue arises with other jobs of the same sort: Fire Fighter, EMT." its something she's been thinking of, clearly. "It would likely be wise to be something more civilian. Something that no one would mind if I disappeared when I was needed more as myself."

Superman has posed:
Clark nods to this very logical reply. He turns a smile on the waitress and orders a large pizza and a soda. Pausing for Faora to order her drink, Clark returns to the subject at hand after the waitress leaves.

"Good point. Hmmm..." he pauses t othink, hand coming to his chin thoughtfully.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Water, please." Faora orders her drink. Just water. "It does make things more difficult, doesn't it?" Damaris continues. "It leaves me only a few choices. I could, probably, get a job in modeling or the like. I'd probably want to choke someone in that particular line of work, however. I have very little creative energy, so arts are mostly out of the question." she says next, "I could, I suppose, go into private security or the like- but that does, again, have issues during time of crisis. My skill set is one that really only leads towards jobs that would be difficult for me to step away from when the shit hits the air conditioning unit."

Superman has posed:
"Fan." Clark corrects warmly, sympathasizing with Faora. "When shit hits the fan," he adds before pursing his lips again. "What about ... a yoga instructor or self-defense teacher? If something happens,you cancel class."

Superwoman has posed:
Damaris pauses quietly. "Yes. Those are things I could do, certainly. Fitness instructor of some kind, self defense teacher. Although, my martial knowledge is not of this world." Damaris's eyes turn up to Clark's. "Are you sure you want me to teach random children and people martial arts designed by our people to specifically cause harm to our people?"

Superman has posed:
There's a warm chuckle as the drinks and food arrive.

"Teaching self defense to children is important. To women, even more so. That's what I was thinking, though if you wanted to teach children, I wouldn't stop you," Clark replies, amusement in his voice.

"See what certifications are needed to teach fitness and self defense, and remember you'll be teaching normal humans. I know your martial knowledge isn't from here, but.. I'm sure you could learn some earth styles. Right?"

Superwoman has posed:
    "It shouldn't be difficult." Damaris states, "Photographic memory and all, along with years of other style knowledge." she notes, with a nod of her head. "Yes, that might be a good idea. A fitness studio." she takes a slow breath, "I'll see what it takes to become a teacher in such a thing and set a plan in motion." At that moment, the pizza would arrive. "It seems we are to eat now."