[open; main lobby around elevator/directory area]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Everyone, this is Conner. He's Superman's clone.

Conner's quietly minding his own business as he walks down the stairs from the elevator he's just exited. In his hands he has a white box. What is in this box? Only he knows. And he has no intention of sharing, not unless someone really wants what's inside of it!

If the delicious smell of vanilla and baked goods means anything to anyone that curious...

Conner is alone, without his trusty teammate M'gann to keep him in line or from losing his temper ... unless she appears at his side just in the nick of time.

But that box! Scrumptious and yummy baked goods!

...Maybe he'll be nice and share? It's not something anyone wants to pass up!]

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[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's suddenly right next to Conner? Yep, it's Impulse. He has a habit of doing this.]

Hey, Conner! What's in the box?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Well. At least he got it right. None of this KON crap.]

[Conner stops once Impulse is at his side, the breeze following him hitting his open cadet jacket. But then he keeps on walking.]

Nothing for you.

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

Hey! That's rude!

[He puts his hands on his hips and frowns, then speeds around him on all sides as he walks.] C'mon, just tell me!

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Will you... stop that?!

[Conner gives up on trying to keep walking. Having this guy buzz around him like that... it's really irritating. Not to mention he almost bumped him with his box of delicious goods.]

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

Only if you show me what's in the box. [Though he does stop for now.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

It isn't anything important.

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

Then why are you hiding it?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

I'm not.

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

You won't show me.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[It's been a while since she's seen Conner, so when she spots him with a box... she can't help wandering towards him.]

Hey! Conner! You got a moment?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

...yes?

[He looks over and stops, waiting. He remembers her from when he had first arrived...]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

I was wondering if you - and M'gann too if she's free - wanted to head into town with us this weekend. I figure you'd probably know something about Homecoming dresses, right?

[She's still sadly under the impression that all Superboys like hitting on girls and giving them advice on their clothes.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[The look he gives her is almost comical. He has no idea what the hell she is talking about... But it does sound like something M'gann can help her with!

Conner makes a face, one that seems deep in thought and yet is kind of frowning at the same time.]

I have never worn a dress before. I prefer what I'm wearing. A shirt and pants.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Huh? But that wasn't even....]

I don't think you get it. Kon---Conner, I mean like... when you come with us, you'll be telling us if you like our dresses or not. Like a second opinion?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Oh.

...I'm sure they will be nice?

[He's never had to comment on anyone's clothing before... and the one time he went to the mall to get new clothing was with Wally in the very beginning. This whole shop date with girls -- why him??]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Not quite the answer she was looking for! ;; Where's a girl-obsessed guy when she actually needs one? Her exasperation is partially because she really, really needs to impress a certain speedster.]

Yeah, but... [sigh] I mean, a guy's opinion means all the difference between a "nice" and a "gorgeous."

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Conner looks her up and down.]

You want me to call you gorgeous?

DC pile upon here? Nawwwww.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[He's not just sitting in the lobby doing nothing. He's sitting there with his camera waiting for unsuspecting people to walk by. By which to mean, Conner gets a flash before he can see that it's Tim.]

Hey Conner. What are you up to?

Someone's gotta c-c-combo breaker!

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[It's his superhearing that kicks in first, catching the click of the camera. He looks over not because of the flash but because of that click, and of course because someone's talking to him.]

Returning to my room.

/pops collar

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[He sets the camera to the side after fussing with it for a moment; kid is OCD when it comes to his things.]

What's in the box?

/as long as it's not 5 collars

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Having moved closer Conner stands to Tim's right, box still in his hands. He glances down at it.]

...a... failed project. From Home Ec.

no, those are kept somewhere else.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[He arches a brow at him.]

Wouldn't you just throw out a failed project from Home Ec?

my mind immediately guttered.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

I don't know. They might still be good. Uh. Kind of.

[It isn't really a failed project, the cookies are just slightly burnt on the bottoms. But they're not as good as M'gann's so ... they're a failed project.]

yeah, mine's been there since the beginning.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

Kind of good?

[Smiles slightly. He may not be a meta, but.]

I'm sure they probably taste fine.

excellent. most excellent.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Again Conner looks down at the box in his hands. Then ... without a word, he holds it out to Tim. Tim can be the first to diebyhisbakingtaste.

As long as there are some left for M'gann!]