Best Yogurt in Town

April 18, 2018:

Superman and Sun Wukong have yogurt. Do some sightseeing.

Metropolis

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NPCs: None.

Mentions: Juggernaut

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Having already explored a great deal of New York City, the being known as Sun Wukong had gone up higher into the atmosphere a moment before suddenly whipping down toward another large city with a crack of sound. At the height he was at, most would not have heard the whipsnap sound of the sound barrier breaking as he came in and slowed as he approached the city. Even as he passed over the city, various hairs were released from his body with a quick pluck and flick. By the time he reached the Bakerline area, ten other Wukong's were off exploring.

As for Sun Wukong himself, he landed with a thud right on to the sidewalk of this place and started walking down the street with a grin. He peered into various windows till he found one that excited him and slipped inside, causing quite the little ruckus as what appears to be an escaped extra from the Planet of the Apes walked inside and then selected a particular flavor of frozen yogurt and put it right into his hand before licking it clean.

*

Having already explored a great deal of New York City, the being known as Sun Wukong had gone up higher into the atmosphere a moment before suddenly whipping down toward another large city with a crack of sound. At the height he was at, most would not have heard the whipsnap sound of the sound barrier breaking as he came in and slowed as he approached the city. Even as he passed over the city, various hairs were released from his body with a quick pluck and flick. By the time he reached the Bakerline area, ten other Wukong's were off exploring.

As for Sun Wukong himself, he landed with a thud right on to the sidewalk of this place and started walking down the street with a grin. He peered into various windows till he found one that excited him and slipped inside, causing quite the little ruckus as what appears to be an escaped extra from the Planet of the Apes walked inside and then selected a particular flavor of frozen yogurt and put it right into his hand before licking it clean.

Even by the most restrictive definitions of the word the City of Tomorrow, Metropolis, is a cosmopolitan city whose populace is as equally familiar with meta-human invaders as it is meta-human villains. The nature of a big city certainly lends itself to a certain tolerance for oddity and so as the troupe of monkeys make their way around the city there is no eruption of outright panic.

In some areas of the city people take pictures while in others people either stand and stare or decide to cross the street pre-emptively so-as not to determine the nature of this creature.

The DAILY PLANET’s twitter feed updates with a pic: @callergirl9 asking ‘Someone’s monkeying around’ #MONKEYBUSINESS #CITYLIFE #METROPOLIS #GREATESTCITY #CITYOFTOMORROW #DAILYPLANET #LEXPERIMENT #GLAMGIRL #SUPERMANHELP

Somewhere, Clark Kent gets a twitter alert and casually checks his phone brow knotting in examination of #SUPERMANHELP and the attached picture. Approximately six seconds later Superman has scoured the city with a combination of his X-Ray and Telescopic city in order to ascertain the immediate threat. It appears that the monkey business at-hand is mostly germane sight seeing.

[INTERIOR – Mimi’s Yogurt – Downtown Metropolis]

The shop has five customers other than Sun Wu Kong. A mother, a grandmother, and a child at one table and a young couple at another. A single store clerk is also present. The group of them are all watching Sun Wu Kong.

The door chimes.

“It’s Superman!” the child, more easily distracted than the rest, exclaims.

“Afternoon everyone,” the Man of Steel raises his arm at the elbow offer a polite wave to the customers. Blue-eyed gaze sweeps across the establishment onto the row of yogurt machines along the back row, “Vanilla bean,” he smiles at the clerk, “my favorite.” He casually moves to the back wall then and pulls two of the yogurt cups from the wall.

The Man of Steel proffers one to Sun Wu Kong, “The Stellar Sherbet is great,” he says casually, “This one’s on me.” He sets his own cup under the vanilla bean spout while still offering Sun Wu Kong the other.

*

Having cleaned his hand of Yogurt, he hears the door chime and looks up with an arched eyebrow. The child's declaration has him blinking and for a brief moment, Superman will see the eyes of the monkey take on a fiery glow. His eyes seeming to scan the man of steel a moment with his own 'super' vision before he then snickers and then laughs, "This?" He asks and gestures as he takes the cup and looks at him, "You are the Super Man." He then laughs a little more, "Not at all what I expected. Nope." He then gives a salute, "Oh, on you, eh?"

He proceeds to put the flavor chosen into the cup and looks over, "I'd prefer it in the cup, please." He then laughs a little more and then takes a finger into said cup and takes a lick, "Oh, this is quite good." He then turns and looks Superman over again, "You don't look so tough."

He hmms, "I wonder if that big man lied to me about being worried about you." He nods his head and then hops up. Rather than landing on the ground, though, he simply lands on, well…a cloud. It just appears under him as he floats before Superman, "I'm Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, Great Sage, Equal to the Heaven. Nice for you to finally meet me." He then laughs a little more and takes another bite.

*

“On me,” Superman affirms then exercising control over the ‘vanilla bean’ lever and filling his cup. Once that is accomplished he begins towards the topping bar, “for the sherbet I prefer cherries,” he says aloud and then begins applying a mixture of cookie rough, peanut butter cups, and chocolate candy to his own, “but not on vanilla.”

The Man of Steel turns to Sun Wu Kong and politely side-steps so the monkey – now carried by a cloud – can top his yogurt should he choose to, “It’s nice to meat you, Sun Wukong,” Superman shifts his yogurt from his right hand, “Good to meet you,” he states before giving a slight bow from his waist, “Enjoying the sites?” He asks then adding, “You certainly picked the best yogurt spot in the city."

*

"Oh, I only just got here." He nods his head, "Though I supposed I'll know more about it soon." He nods his head and then applies many of the fruity looking toppings on to his bowl and then looks over toward the other people here and then looks over at Superman, "You seem much nicer than the large man seemed to explain." He laughs, "Boy, he was looking for a fight and strangely he didn't give me one." He shakes his head and then hops down off his cloud. He reaches over and retrieves one of the spoons and scoops a big helping of his yogurt into his mouth and then poitns said spoon at Superman, "You have proper manners for a human." He then walks over to the counter and peers behind it a moment, seeming to take in what is back there before looking back at Superman, "Not many monkies around this city or the New York city either." He shakes his head, "A failure if you ask me."

*

“There’s more than there were an hour ago,” Superman asserts with wry humor putting his yogurt upon the scale and then removing it, “the price is by weight,” he explains the procedure, “do they have yogurt shop’s like this in China?” he asks aloud surmising the answer to be ‘no’ given the lack of familiarity. “As good as this yogurt is it /must/ be available in heaven.” He chuckles at his dad-joke there the movement of his shoulders stirring his cape as he reaches down the front of his neck-line and pulls out a twenty-dollar bill but doesn’t seem inclined to wait on change. Superman is a notoriously good tipper.

He places the bill upon the counter and gives a mild wave of his hand to indicate he’d like to talk more and then walks for the door which he opens. Pausing there he politely holds the door for his new acquaintance.

“Large man?” he asks as they exit now that the yogurt procurement is complete, “Welcome then, and I certainly appreciate you reserving judgement until we met; Though I’m genuinely curious as to how my name was thrown into the mix.”

“Hey,” he says then, “If you’re interested in the sights let me show you what you’ll want not miss while you’re in town.” Gravity loses its hold upon him then and he begins to float higher while taking a bite of his yogurt while still addressing Sun Wukong in a conversational manner.”

*

"Ha ha!" He declares and Sun Wukong shakes his head, "Not the China I know. I imagine it's quite different." He nods his head and then looks over at the area around before looking to the scale and puts it down. He takes his yogurt after and walks out with the man before saying, "We do not have this." He gestures and takes a big bite, swallowing it with several loud smacks and then hops up only to land on yet another cloud as he floats up. He looks over at the man, "Yes, Cain Marco." He nods his head and hten shrugs, "Man had to be at least 10 feet tall." He laughs.

"I am all about the sights. You may show me around." He nod shis head and takes another bite.

*

“Cain Marko,” Superman’s brow furrows in thought at the name while putting the back of the spoon to his lips and giving a thoughtful sound, “Oh,” he says after a beat and half nods, “the Juggernaut. I’ve never met him personally,” admits the Last Son of Krypton, “It’s a shame that I’ve somehow left a bad impression on him.”

He considers what he’s just said and then explains for his guest, “I guess it’s fair to say we both have a bit of a reputation,” Superman exclaims thoughtfully, “He’s been known to commit crime and I’ve been known to catch criminals. So then it’s probably best we stay clear of each other rather than trying to bury our prejudice,” he decides aloud.

Once they hit about two thousand feet stops his ascent and inhales a bit. Turning away from Sun Wukong then he exhales with a steady puff of his cheeks dispersing the clouds about them to provide a clear view of the city.

“So, tall building with the green-copper roof - that’s the Centennial Hotel,” he points, “World class cuisine. You’ll need a reservation. Coat and tie. As you’re new in town I’d probably hold off until your last night.”

“Just below is Centennial Park. Horseback riding. Golfing. Boating.”

He turns mid-air to face the east and points, “Stately building, there” he drifts next to Sun Wukong so he can more easily follow the orientation of his hand, “that’s Shuster Hall. That’s our premier theatre. Either Hamilton or Wicked —,” he seems to stare of a half-moment, “Wicked. Hamilton is in May. Wicked is pretty good but I’d stop by the library..”
He reorients himself pointing towards an ornate stone building, “and ask the librarian if they can print you out a summary of the Wizard of Oz. It’s worth asking just to take a look inside.”

“Oh, the sci-fi looking building over there. That’s the Jules Verne Extra-Terrestrial Museum. As someone who’s not entirely of this dimension you might find that very interesting.”

*

Watching where he points, Sun Wukong grows very serious, listening and nodding as he speaks. He considers each one with a studied look before he finally finishes and nods, "I have no idea what have the things you said mean." He then laughs and claps his hand, "I shall have a great deal of fun finding out, though." He nods his head, "Suit and tie?" He asks and then chuckles, "Sounds stuffy." He then looks down, "Though I guess something wicked could be fun. Hopefully there's a lot of fighting."

He considers the Man of Steel a moment before saying, "I hardly see you as all that impressive but I suppose for this planet, you'll probably do." He chuckles and then he whips his hand up and suddenly there's the sound of that whip crack sound barrier being broken. Ten monkies are all floating there. He grins and then they all vanish in apoof of smoke. He stretches upward as they do.

-— New Activity ---
"I will see this museum though, I suppose." He then looks down, "Before I leave." He nods again, "Sounds like a lot of fun." He then looks over at Superman and considers him again, "You really don't carry much. Rather boring if you ask me." He gestures at the man's costume, "Good look though. Really bombastic. I can respect someone who really likes to show off." He chuckles and then gesutres around, "The cloud thing was neat."

*

“Check out the library for reduced price admission coupons,” for the interest in the museum.

“Mostly singing,” Superman says of ‘Wicked’, “If you want to see a good fight you might check out Madison Square Garden in New York. It hosts host’s sport fighting championships and failing that I’m sure there’s a regular game coming up.”

The Daily Planet. The Hall of Justice. Superman identifies most of the major landmarks and warns which ones to avoid; such as Lex Towers and its robotic drones as well as Stryker’s Island and Star Labs both of which are secure locations.

By the time he’s finished he’s surrounded by monkeys. Waving to them he finishes the aerial tour as if addressing the group rather than the individual and when they all vanish he turns to the monkey god, “I’ve never needed to carry much,” Superman confesses looking down at his attire, “Thanks,” he replies to the compliment, “The symbol here,” he points at his chest finger drawing a small circle, “It’s actually my family crest. The fact that it looks like an ‘S’ – as in ‘S’uperman is just a happy coincidence.”

Finishing the last bite of his ice-cream he surveys Sun Wukong’s progress and then says, “Sun Wukong,” he says with a touch of finality to his voice, “It’s really been an honor to meet you. If you get jammed up Metro-Police are world class. We’re accustomed enough with strange visitors from other worlds that we have a whole museum dedicated to them – so don’t be shy just make sure you mind people’s property. That would be my best advice. Just say you’re from out of town and ask permission and you’ll be fine.”

“Oh,” he adds, “I imagine exploring the city all at once is pretty exciting but if you’re going to be in town a while I recommend taking it in – one site at a time. I feel like I get more value from things that way but it’s really up to you, obviously.

*

A look at the man and he listens again, being very serious before giving a thumbs up, "Sure, I will just that." Ya know, unless their property is /super/ interesting and they are being real jerks about letting him see it. Of course. Obviously Superman doesn't mean those situations.

Either way, the Monkey man considers and then with a flick he is standing up straighter, his hair recedes to a degree though he is still a hairy man. His face takes on a far more human aspect as his tail wraps about his waist like a belt. He certainly looks far less monkey like.

He reaches up and plays with his mustache a moment and says, "There, now people will care a bit less." Of course, he's still in samurai armor. But that's hardly a problem, right?

Either way, he turns his gaze over to the three places Superman told him not to go before shrugging and waving, "Well, I'm gonna go take it all in. See ya!" And with that, the Monkey King zips off.

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