Even heroes have the right to dream [Open]

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He hasn't wanted to sleep since he arrived.  And technically, he doesn't need to, not for long periods.

He CHOSE to in his everyday existence.  He does need to dream from time to time.   But since he arrived on board, he's been trying to memorize every detail he can.

Which isn't much.  He was trying to conserve some of the more physically strenuous uses of his powers...it occurred to him that he was cut off from the sun, meaning that he wasn't getting a regular solar recharge.  Meaning what he did had a finite limit at the moment.  What that WAS is hard to day.

Fortunately, he didn't particularly need to eat as often as normal humans did either.  Which is a good thing with what was being served in the ship.

He hasn't ventured terribly far yet.   Just not...into it, I guess.

Yep, the melancholies have set in.

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[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

"Wendy," she says, holding out her hand. "Wendy Watson. Big, big fan."

[look-upinthesky.livejournal.com]

Superman's eyebrows arch. "Are you from my world?"

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

"Oh, not even close," Wendy says. "Though if I was, I'd totally love to have a comic book store or something in Metropolis." She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "No, where I'm from, all of you guys are comic book characters or television characters or anime characters. You, specifically, are everywhere."

[look-upinthesky.livejournal.com]

This is getting more uncomfortable by the minute. That said, in a world without the metas that are commonplace for Kal, what he does would be pretty...fantastic.

"And people are entertained by this?"

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Wendy senses his discomfort and smiles apologetically. "They are. Some of them, at least. Others are inspired, and they look up to you." She won't mention the fanfiction and stuff she's come across, because somehow, she doesn't think that Superman would like to know about the Superman and Lex Luthor slash that's out there. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable..."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

Kal smiles. Genuinely, that boyish smile that melted Lois' heart from time to time. "It's not you, Ms. Watson. It's...even for someone used to dealing with the unusual, the whole thing isn't sitting right with me. Of course going from being dead to...this..." he waves his hand in a gesture. "...can be disconcerting. You seem to be handling it well, at least."

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

It's an infectious smile, one that causes Wendy herself to smile as well. It's not a flirty sort of smile - she wouldn't dare even think of flirting with Superman of all people - but it's a warm one. A friendly one. "Please. Just call me Wendy," she says. She shrugs then. "Where I come from, I work with this guy called the Middleman - and be careful, he might squee if he sees you. Loudly. He's a bigger Captain Marvel fan, I think (his nickname's the Big Green Cheese), but I wouldn't be surprised if he was a huge fan of yours either." She blinks. "Right. Off-topic. I'm kind of a superhero. We fight evil so that, you know, the public doesn't have to. Plus, the comics and the video games and...I'm kinda desensitized to all of it."

[look-upinthesky.livejournal.com]

"Oh good, we'll be training together soon then." Superman said. "The Captain has asked a couple of the more experienced heroes to handle training the others so we can find something resembling teamwork"

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

It took everything in Wendy's power not to squeal and tackle Kal.

"That...would be awesome."