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Who: Inui (

dateme) & ALL OF YOU
When: Day 3, eclipse/evening
Where: Boneyard
What: IT'S TIME FOR A POW-WOW aka we built a fire

[ So it's been a rough couple of days (literally, just two). But between nearly being blown up, marching through the desert, and generally just never wanting to see desert again, there is one good thing Inui (and Lance) have discovered: those Coral plants? Can be cracked open and eaten!

So as the sun vanishes behind the rocky formations ~~or the moon(s)~~, fellow interlopers might notice a distinct & nutty aroma wafting through the boneyard. Tracing it to it's source isn't hard though: Inui and Lance have started up a rather sizeable camp fire from the remains of some of the bones near the vague center of the massive grave. There they've cracked open large stalks from the coral and are roasting the mealy insides over the flames.

They've stockpiled quite a bit and have yet to cook all of it, so anyone and everyone is free to stop by and either help or take up a stalk of their own! Heck, maybe there's already people gathered there!

Whatever the case, it's a good way to kill some time, right? Maybe you've got a ghost story or a survival plan you want to share with the group? ~~No really does anyone have a plan we could really use a plan~~ ]

[ ooc; THIS POST IS OPEN TO EVERYONE AND EVERYONE! Feel free to make your own starters/sections, threadjack like crazy, and just generally get to mingling. The cooked Coral stalks taste like almonds and shouldn't be poisonous!.

HAVE FUN ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I think I'd like to have you around for a number of things, don't worry.

[It's just some light flirting, no harm done.]

I see you're preparing a diverse list.

[ It's easy to fall into simple banter, though Clark rarely does it with anyone. ]

And I see you sound thrilled by the idea.

[Eyebrow arching, she gives him a little nudge. But keeps a respectful distance away, so she doesn't make him uncomfortable.]

[ He shrugs. Clark isn't stand-offish, but he is a quiet soul. ]

It's a little new to me, but I'll get used to it.

[Smiling warmly, she gives a little chuckle and a shake of her head.]

Good to know I'm something you'll get used to.

[And with that, she moves to stand up.]

Think I'm going to walk some. You can come if you like.

[ Clark winces. ]

Bad wording on my part. Sorry.

[ He looks her over. ] Are you sure? You did get hurt earlier.

I'd like to try getting up to the top of the skull over there so I can lay out and look up at the stars.

[She still has hope that she might recognize any cluster of them as ones she's seen and traveled among. And the walk over to said skull isn't necessarily that long, but with a hurt leg, it's distance enough. Not to mention the climbing.]

[ Clark hesitates visibly as he glances at the fire. ]

Let's move away from the crowd. I can get you up there.

[That makes her flash him a dimpled grin, excited about being able to see the stars from a slight vantage point.]

I'm hoping I'll be able to recognize a cluster so I can pinpoint which star system we're in.

[She's bustling with energy, even as she takes walking slow. ]

[ Once they're away from curious eyes, Clark extends his hand to her. ]

I'll need to hold you. Is that all right?

[ Ever the gentleman. Clark would always ask first unless it's an emergency. ]

[It's endearing that he actually asks. She's so used to the Doctor just grabbing and pulling her wherever and however that it's almost a shock to have Clark not do that. So she glances up at him and nods, reaching out to take hold of his hand.]

Better than all right.

[ His grip is tighter now - but not painful. And carefully, slowly, they start to float. Clark finds this kind of flying harder than his usual style (which is to launch himself in the air) but he's finally learned how to control it.

They arrive at the top of the skull mere moments later. Clark gently disengages his grip, stepping back. ]

[She's impressed. So much so that she has an awestruck look on her face for a total of two seconds before she rises up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. ] Thank you.

[There's soft laughter as she pulls away, moving so she can sit down directly in the center of the skull. Her legs are reclined outward as she leans back on the elbow of her good arm, and she looks up toward the sky. Her other hand pats at the spot next to her, inviting him to sit at her side.]

Even if I wind up not recognizing any of them, the stars are so beautiful up this high.

[ Clark hesitates before he sits down next to her, legs pressed against bone. ]

I used to look up all the time. Hoping for . . . something.

I did too.

[She admits, speaking softly like someone may overhear. Her eyes never leave the stars, and eventually all of her energy settles and she's left calm.]

I was hoping for a way to see them up close. And a way to see the world. Guess I should've been careful what I wished for. Now I'm stuck on an entirely new planet.

[ His smile is wry. ]

I can't imagine what that's like.

[Her eyes widen at that and she can feel her cheeks turning a little red, but she sheepishly smiles back in return.]

Maybe you can lead the rest of us, who are still learning what it feels like.

I'm not a leader.

[ Though his parents had wanted him to be. Jor-El had high hopes and Clark had been touched by them. The sun is out of sight, but he can feel its strength close by. ]

And I'm still learning.

You have the potential to be one. Everyone does. Even me.

[Her eyes go back up to the sky, and she falls still and quiet as she tries to memorize the stars here.]

My potential woke up the world. It awed them. But it also frightened them. I couldn't escape it. I didn't even know how to make it right.

[ He still doesn't. Everything fell apart so quickly. Clark garnered confidence in himself . . . but even now, it feels weak, on shaky foundations. ]

Humans are always afraid of things more powerful than they are. They don't understand how to look past that.

[She speaks almost as if she's detached herself from Earth in some ways.]

I'm not sure you can make it right. You just have to keep showing them that there's nothing to be afraid of.

[ Too late for that, Clark thinks numbly, but he nods all the same. That was his belief and he believes it still. But he's so far away from home and all that had proven true, that Clark had fought for seemed so empty. ]

Someone else will. Not me.

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