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[Everyone knows Conner Kent, the young piano player from the city. He came up a few years ago to live with his aunt and uncle, Jonathan and Martha Kent. He quickly got a job playing piano at the saloon, and he's one of their star attractions. He's playing a lovely piece right now, lively enough to dance, but not too obtrusive. When he's done, he grins into the communicator.]

I'll be taking requests for a little while if anyone wants to come on down to the saloon. We've got good drinks, too.


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cloned: ([Attitude] sarcastic)
OH COME ON!

[The shout comes from the closet. All that's visible, besides the incredible array of identical black t-shirts and jeans, plus scattered boxers with little s-shields on them (Hey, Kon's got a theme, he sticks with it), is a red-spandexed butt and legs, plus a few completely useless belts and straps.

After a moment, the kid comes out, scowling. The rest of his costume is spandex too, plus a horrible fade cut and an earring. And sunglasses. Can't forget the sunglasses. God, he's so nineties it hurts.

Anyway, he's scowling and holding a shredded leather jacket in his hands. Still visible is the yellow s-shield on the back.]


Where the heck are all my jackets? I'm supposed to have a ton of extras! All I've got is a gazillion black t-shirts! Who wears black t-shirts all the time? Cause there's no way that's me. T-shirt and jeans? Not a superhero costume.

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