[Moving into a new place always came with a certain degree of stress, especially when moving in involved being in a completely different world from where you considered home. It could also be pretty stressful if the reason you were moving in to begin with was because you very recently well, died. Or at least came close enough to it that the magical wish-granting fairies of Cadelle invited you along to their city of positive energy.

Clark was trying his best not to dwell on it, at least. He had a new place to get into, a place that he was pretty eager to make comfortable too, so he'd gotten up bright and early in order to get down to city hall before making liberal use of his CuddleCard to buy a few bits and pieces, most notably a coffee machine.

He checked and double-checked his housing assignment on the packet they gave him before entering the building and climbing the flight of stairs, or was that two or three flights, before locating his door... or was that someone else's door, who knew what East facing was anyway. Regardless of which door he ended up at, he was awkwardly trying to balance the coffee machine and a couple bags in one arm while jiggling the keys into the lock. It was a stubborn old thing but that was no match for this intrepid reporter and he'd dealt with many stubborn locks before. Except maybe he was trying a little too hard when he shoulders the door, knocking it completely off its hinges where it can land, the wood lying on the floor at the same level as the jaw of the person's room he just broke into.]

[Clark wasn't necessarily participating in the Scavenger Hunt in the more normal sense, after the dust had settled with regards to the relocation of Cadelle he was mostly scavenging for good places to eat rather than clues. More than that he was trying to make a brilliant mental record of what the place had available. He'd already done a good old fashioned Birds Eye View of the place but it wasn't quite the same as treading the streets of this fantastic city.

After a long morning of walking the reporter finds himself in Stuffed which was both an apt name for the restaurant and also the condition of Clark's stomach after just half the sandwich. It was so good though and he'd been raised right, Clark Kent wasn't a wasteful man. At that perfect moment someone he vaguely recognised from around the city, a fellow wish-maker, walked into the cafe and the Kryptonian found himself waving them over and gesturing to his plate like some psychopathic grandmother who just found out you haven't eaten yet today.] Hey... we've met before, right? This is going to sound kind of weird but, would you like half a sandwich? Its good, I promise. [Please eat his sandwich, do him this favour, he can't handle more bread. And next time he comes back here with this freshly achieved coupon, he's bringing a friend.]

[Clark definitely wasn't what you could call a barhound, but he was someone that liked to keep busy and more importantly, he was used to having a schedule that ate up every spare minute of his time. Be it through working on an article or out saving the world as Superman- after all, day and night meant very little when you could traverse timezones in the blink of an eye. It meant that as he settled into life in Cadelle he found himself seeking every opportunity to leave the apartment, for now at least.

Tonight was one such night that he did go out, finding himself at a nice enough bar with a varied collection of beer. He was sat up at the bar when someone approached, settling themselves on the bar stool beside him. Instantly Clark turned to them with a warm smile.] Can I buy you a beer? [It turns out he was ready to offer a lot of things recently. First sandwiches, now beverages. You'd almost think he was just positively ecstatic to be alive and making the most of every little extra second he was earning here in Cadelle.]

[Anything else you might want with Clark feel free to throw a prompt at him within any of the locations of Cadelle. Or if the digital world is more your thing hit up his inbox or swipe left on his okCuddle - for any plotting stuff hit me up either at razrushost or Razrushost#8963! ]