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[andaway]

[The ID reads Clark Kent, as always. Not the right time to try fooling the network yet.]

Sadly, Captain Holiday was put under intensive care not long before I ended up here so I never got to talk to him. But I was hoping some of you might have gotten a chance to contact him before that. If you have, I'd appreciate if you could tell me about your conversations with him.

You don't have to tell me what the conversation was about, I understand a lot of them were confidential. [That word, he hates it. Lois might see it as a sign that she's pulling the right strings but Clark only sees it as a wall he cannot punch or fly over.]

It's really him I'm interested on. If you noticed anything weird in how he behaved, perhaps, or if he was acting completely normal.

[He pauses for a second. And then:]

I'd also be interested in talking with people who've been able to take a look at the Porter, or been in contact with it. I understand it's a privilege to be allowed near it?

Thank you.

Comments

[selfimage]

[ weirdly charming, isn't he. ]

Ask yourself that again when there are answers. Shall I rephrase? It's myopic.

[rathercommon]

I don't know that it is. If Mr Kent is too terribly offended by me being anonymous, I'll talk to him off to the side, where there aren't a great lot of peeping eyes. I don't think he will be, though. He's seems decent and honest.

[selfimage]

The peeping eyes are the problem, aren't they? The peeping eyes that deserve to know. We are all in the same boat, aren't we?

[ he's starting to get the gist. ]

Lucky for you he is.

[rathercommon]

Yeah, and if the peeping eyes want this information, they can look on in this comment thread once he answers me. That's why I didn't call him to ask him personally, so that other people can see and maybe coordinate investigation efforts.

[selfimage]

And anonymity can be used as a trick in trying times. Suspicions pull at trust if you get my drift. Didn't I say something about everyone together? Friendship, camaraderie, etc. etc?

[rathercommon]

Well, where's the trick here?

[selfimage]

That would depend on the face.

[rathercommon]

Well, this face is going to stay hidden.

I do have to say though, Loki...I think that curiosity of yours is probably your most charming characteristic.

[selfimage]

SIGH and my point stands well. Mostly I tend to state the obvious.

Besides, how will I know where to go to give information? It's an anon mystery!!

[rathercommon]

You could just post it on the network for everyone to see.

[selfimage]

I get antsy around anons. I think I'll change my mind.

[rathercommon]

Oh, as though you've never gone anonymous. I'd bet ten dollars you have, except that I KNOW I'd win the bet and I don't feel like telling you where to send my money.

[selfimage]

Convenient how anon makes a bet. I demand my $10.

[rathercommon]

You have OBVIOUSLY gone anon. Come on. Don't lie.

[selfimage]

The proof is in the pudding, and unfortunately for you there IS no pudding.

[rathercommon]

Well...No, there wouldn't be. But that's obviously ONLY because you can't tell who's who with anonymous. If I could, you'd ABSOLUTELY have at least a few comments out there.

[selfimage]

If there was only an appropriate text equivalent of a very wrong buzzer noise.

And you can tell who's anonymous, it just takes a little work.

[ like what he did just now. he's got a decent idea. ]

[rathercommon]

Only if you've got the ability to hack, maybe. Which you haven't got.

[ ...she thinks. She's weirded out by his insistence that he's never gone anon, though. That can't be true. Can it? ]

[selfimage]

[ he absolutely can hack, and he's gone as far as hacking the main Avengers' computer without fuss. tricking computers up there on easy peasy street. that's on top of his instances of tracing lines of communication via sorcery. ]

That's not necessarily what I meant.

[rathercommon]

OK, then what did you mean?

[selfimage]

You talk to them.

[rathercommon]

Yeah, but I'm not about to let my guard down and tell you who I am.

[selfimage]

I'm beginning to think all subtleties fly over your head.

[rathercommon]

They're not really my thing.

Anyway, we should stop cluttering up Mr Kent's post, shouldn't we?

[selfimage]

I think he'd find this conversation interesting.