#lcnterned

starter call.

“      look,      ”      jessica   flacks   a   splatter   of   unearthly   green   goo   from   where   it   dregs   off   her   fingertips.      “      —–      @lcnterned​,   i   REALLY   don’t   have   the   patience   to   deal   with   shit   from   outer   space.      so,   now   would   be   a   good   time   to   bust   out   your   little   green   lava   lamp     &     crack   some   skulls.      ”  

      brows lifting, carol squints up at the costumed man, her eyes flicking over him slowly.  ❝ okay, either you’re new around here-- or i missed something while i was off-planet. ❞

First contact.

Well.. not quite. J’onn has had enough time to cobble together a physical appearance (and the bare bones of an identity to go with it) between encounters with the resident sentient species to blend in, but he hasn’t yet gotten close enough to really get to interact with them until--at least, until now.

So.

Here he is.

John Jones, PI, ‘investigating’ a site nearby to where he first appeared on Earth, due to.. unfortunate and unforgettable circumstances.

(It should be noted that he’s barefoot, and barely covered considering how cold out it is with his button-up and slacks combo. He doesn’t realize that he needs shoes while outdoors yet, but he’ll figure it out. Probably.)

He folds his hands behind his back, perking up as he senses a human approaching. He wasn’t really expecting to encounter one, but.. well, if he’s going to live here, he’s going to have to interact with humans at some point or another.

sticks my leggy up real high beauty queen style

This one’s been watching him all night. Funnily enough, J’onn hasn’t had a chance to get a good look at him--not without swinging his focus from the crowd at hand. He’s off in the corner, somehow, and he’s been here for hours, watching the show. J’onn’s on his last song of the set-- Frank Ocean’s Forrest Gump. 

“I find it insulting that you’d imply that I would ever be capable of wearing so much red.”

I’ll go with you