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[mostlyprofessional]

WHO: Chloe Frazer + open + various
WHERE: Around Heropa
WHEN: End of the month
WHAT: Post events catchall (also open for wildcard prompts! feel free to hit me up at pohutukaryl or on my contact post if you want to plot)
WARNINGS: None

supermarket
[Despite having a superpower that lets her make real world copies of things from photos, Chloe doesn't really use it for food, mildly concerned that her copies wouldn't be as delicious, or filling, or nutritious. So she buys groceries like most people, and these days (unlike when she was younger) she even remembers that sales tax is a thing that gets added on at the till.

As she wanders the aisles, one would be forgiven for assuming from her perusing the labelling on just about everything that she has strict dietary requirements, or perhaps is very conscious of food miles. Except she also starts doing it on non-edible items like dishwashing liquid and toilet paper. Price comparisons, maybe?]

Do you think this was shipped through De Chima? Sure, it's open now, but a week's a long time to leave traces of... whatever the hell that was.

[Unfortunately, not being close to anyone in De Chima had meant Chloe had classified the Shimmer as Not My Fight.]

government housing area
[Remembering everything that had happened when she was, once again, right in the middle of the quest for Shambhala, had been somewhat awkward for Chloe. She's been over Nate for years, and here, pleased that he and Elena were living together as it was a step on the path to where she knows them as happily married. And there she was feeling possessive of him again, flirting even when he didn't remember her.

[Living near them has thus been a little weird on her end, but damnit, it's been a couple of weeks now, she'd like to get back to this world's normal. (Which is not particularly normal considering the massive time gap and the kidnapped brother in law she still hasn't mentioned, but it's the best she can do.) So when she sees Elena in the neighborhood, she waves, catches up to her, and...]

Hey, sunshine. [Beat.] I saw some leftover graffiti from the protests the other day - someone tried to draw me.

[...and bravely does not speak of it, instead getting out her (home) phone, flicking past her lockscreen of a woman being attacked by monkeys, and searching through her camera roll.]

a little Cubano place
[It's not only her own feelings during that week that have been bothering Chloe: It's that conversation she had with Nate about his brother Sam. Or, to be precise, the fact that it's the only conversation they've had about him since she arrived here. In a way, it makes sense that they haven't discussed him: She's avoiding the subject because she got the man kidnapped; Nate, normally, is from a time when Sam had never come up in conversation.

[And yet this younger version of Nate had cheerfully asked the entire network in a new place about Sam's whereabouts.

[Deciding that this is easier to confront than her own behavior, she invites Nate out for Cuban sandwiches, something both delicious and far away from the food they would have been eating on the Shambhala job. (And hopefully not something he associates with the Panamanian jail? The Americas are not an area Chloe knows much about.)

[Some bites into her sandwich, she makes a start on the real reason they're here:] So... The other week was strange.

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Supermarket

[inthequiet]

[ You'd think being a superhero would save you from things like buying tampons and wondering whether you'll finish eating all those zucchinis before they go bad, making the three for the price of two offer worth it. It's during this very important deliberation that she hears Chloe's familiar voice, a chill running down her spine. ]

Shit. I didn't even think about that.

[mostlyprofessional]

[After setting down a bottle of shampoo (probably not via De Chima, just a flavor she's decided she doesn't like), Chloe looks up at Suzie and shrugs.]

At the very least nothing seems to have been made in De Chima - foodstuffs and groceries probably aren't high tech enough for them.

[inthequiet]

Not... high tech enough for them? [ To be fair, Suzie hasn't spent too much time sightseeing the Porter cities but even just transposing her own USA onto this one, that sounds like an... odd statement. Unless...]

You mean inside the, uh... that thing? Whatever it is?

best lockscreen choice

[storyseeker]

[The whole thing with Chloe and Nate suddenly getting the best shed-your-years makeover ever has been weird, for sure. Elena's got an accurate enough self-image to acknowledge that it was uncomfortable for her, too; knowing it was neither of their faults didn't change that.

But for the most part, she's let Chloe keep her distance for her sake, not Elena's. She likes Chloe, considers her a friend now, but she still doesn't know her well enough to guess at how she'd respond to something like that happened. So when the wave and the greeting come along, her answering smile is sincere, if a bit uncertain.]

Oh yeah? How accurate was it?

[mostlyprofessional]

[Eventually, Chloe holds out her phone to show her a brick wall with a hastily spraypainted portrait of herself, albeit with a smaller nose, almost entirely black eyes, and a cartoonishly angry expression. Next to it are the words "fuck imPorts" and in another vandal's handwriting, "fucks with your phones".]

... The nose looks more like my mum's.

[storyseeker]

[Elena gives it a careful look, raising one eyebrow quite high, and glances from it to Chloe and back once or twice, as if considering.]

Bad likeness all over. You're scarier than that when you're pissed.

[She means that in a good way.]

[mostlyprofessional]

[Chloe laughs, delighted.]

Why, thank you. Despite all the... shenanigans [to put the news coming out of De Chima now that the Shimmer's down, the week of being younger, the protests (what a month!) lightly], and being surrounded by teenage boys [she gestures up the road at her house], I don't think this world has seen me pissed off.

[Yet!]

[storyseeker]

[Shenanigans. Hah. That's one word for it. A more benevolent word, but she kinda likes it.]

Give it time. I'm sure something will come along that can stoke some righteous anger—there usually does. I guess we got off light these last few weeks, though.