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2nd floor common room, Saturday late morning

Johnny was just headed out of the shower when he thought to get a glass of orange juice. Heading into the common room he did just that but noticed that hey! cartoons were on!

Sitting down, he was just only going to stay for a minutes while he watched the coyote blow up stuff. He loved this cartoon!

[the CR is public! and open! yo!]

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Food.

Kara Kent needed food.

She'd been told that the common room was pretty much the place for that.

So, faster than three blinks of an eye, Kara had showered, dressed, and then slowed down enough so that was walking like a normal human girl towards the common room, dressed in her red Ugg boots, a denim miniskirt, and a long-sleeved red and blue top.

The sound of a cartoon was heard loud and clear as she poured herself a cup of coffee and toasted a bagel for herself.

"Hah! Yeah! You doofus!" Johnny was enjoying his cartoons a wee much.

He did, however, hear when someone else came in. Glancing over his shoulder, he raised a brow and grinned. "It's a new girl!" In a miniskirt!

Kara turned around to see a handsome face marred with an entirely too happy and goofy grin greeting her.

"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "I'm not...disturbing you, am I?" Because Rao knows that when it comes to a boy and cartoons, sometimes they like all the nonbotheration they can get.

"Nope, just enjoying my o.j. with a little cartoon on the side." Johnny glanced down just to make sure the towel around his hips was tucked in in all the proper places before he indicated one of the many chairs close by. "Have a seat. I'm Johnny Storm, by the way."

"Kara. Kara Kent."

She really needed to get used to saying that, because she still wanted to introduce herself as Kara Zor-El.

It was then that she noticed that Johnny was shirtless.

And in a towel.

Thank you, Clark.

Kara took a seat on a large, cushiony armchair, sinking comfortably into it, and sipped her coffee while watching the cartoon.

The Coyote, in a span of less than a minute, had screwed up again.

"Nice name," he said, taking a swallow from his glass. "Where you from, Kara? Another dimension? Way way far away? Has your brain been properly broken in yet?" Yes, he was going for twenty questions but drew a blank after the fourth.

Kara gave Johnny an amused look. "Smallville, Kansas," she said simply. "Boring little farming town filled with freaks who've been exposed to some crazy meteor rock that fell from the sky." Kara paused for a moment. "My brain seems to be getting more and more broken though, but not in a bad way." Even though apparently this place is filled with anthromorphic turtles and girls named Turtle and cute, demon-fighting boys. "What about you, Johnny Storm? Where are you from? And how long did it take you for your brain to break?"

"Kansas? Don't tell me you were a milkmaid?" he teased. "...exposed to some crazy meteor rock - uh, were you?" His eyes fell over her easily. She was hot, seemed sweet, he didn't detect anything supernatural or otherwise different about her. Hmm. "Sweetheart, my brain still breaks occassionally. I'm just not too surprised about it anymore."

She chuckled. "Not a milkmaid. Just a normal teenage girl with a cousin who suffers from a hero complex." Granted, she had a wide range of abilities, but she wasn't about to tell Johnny that, no matter how hot he was. "The only thing I was exposed to was the stink of Bessie the cow and the general weirdness that was Smallville." Which is a total lie, but she passes it off believably. She's a better liar than Clark and she's really thankful for that.

Granted, if Johnny actually tried to keep an eye on Kara, he might notice that she could appear and disappear in the blink of an eye.

"I'm guessing that time in this place will do that to you," she said wryly. "Here I thought that Smallville had broken mine completely." She grinned at him. "How long have you been here?"

"Uh, a hero -" he stared. "- like what kind? And you should know, if you haven't figured it out already, there are several of us around here with innate abilities of some kind or another. Some genetic, some not." For slightly perverse pleasure, Johnny allowed steam to rise off his body.

"This place can actually do a lot for you. I didn't want to come here at first and now I don't want to leave. Still got two years left so I'm not exactly worried about it. Been here since the beginning of summer last. What grade you in, Kara?"

"A hero complex. Not a hero," she replied, watching the steam rise from his chiseled body. Thank you, Clark. Thank you, Rao. This is so much better than Saturday morning cartoons. "He has this thing where he thinks he needs to save everyone or something." Kara doesn't have that complex yet, though she'd probably end up developing it. She'd already saved one Lex Luthor once, and that had caused more problems than it should have.

Kara gave his body a quick x-ray. She couldn't make anything out - really, Clark was better at her than that - but the rising steam...didn't seem completely human.

"I'm a junior," she replied. "You?"

Shawn wandered in munching on a pack of chips, and stopped in the doorway when he saw Johnny.

"Did I miss a shirtless day notice?"

"Ah, I get it," he said, knowing a few people like that, not him oh my god.

Johnny noticed her checking him out, so with a wry grin, he allowed the steam to rise higher.

"Junior also. Do you know what classes your taking yet?"

"Yo, Shawn, how goes it?" Johnny smirked. "Nah, really was just on my way back from a shower. Wanted a little o.j., but dude, cartoons were on."

"Criminal Justice, Ye Shall Be As Gods, and The Art of Cool. You?" She watched the steam rise higher than it was before and fixed Johnny with a gaze. "So, is your innate ability to just walk around in a towel all day, or is there something you're trying to hint at, what with the steam and all?"

"Fandom Invasions and French," he answered. "Have fun with Stinson, your Art of Cool teacher," he smirked.

"Why yes, there is, I'm totally hot."

"Well good, I think I used up my public nudity quota for the school year already," Shawn admitted, wandering in to flop on a sofa.

"You can never use up such a quota, if there even is such a thing," he chuckled. "Seriously, I wouldn't be shirtless if I hadn't of wanted o.j., Savannah probably wouldn't like it." Or maybe she would, hmm.

"So how've things been?"

Reno was bored. He didn't have Rude around to pester, after all.

So Reno, who was bored, had decided to take the opportunity to wander around the dorms.

The second floor common room, being part of the dorms, happened to also be wandered into.

"Shirtless television watching. Some kinda new trend I should know about?"

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"Hot in other ways besides the obvious?" She leans forward, highly interested.

"Managed to get away with an A grade and no detention the last time," Shawn said. "Don't really want to go pushing it."

"Just got back from Seattle last night," he continued. "Family overload."

Johnny glanced over at Reno. "It's a Fandom thing. Not the television watching but the shirtlessness. You'll soon learn that." He quirked a brow and asked with a wry twist of his lips, "You have an aversion against the shirtless, Reno?"

Oooh! Score!

Wait. God no! He had a girlfriend!

"... yes?"

"Smartypants," Johnny smirked, grinning.

"Oh man, long holidays for you, eh?"

Reno's response was initially a snort and a shrug of his shoulders. After a moment, he felt the burning need to clarify.

"You can wear whatever you want. Not like I care. I was never one to adhere to dress code, yo."

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