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[ Showcase #4 - Where there is Light ]

[Action 1; Post Office; Mid-morning]

[His week, thus far, has sucked. Pulling a corpse out of a pool tends to do that to a guy. It's with no small amount of mild paranoia (and curiosity, let's be honest) that he stops in at the post office to claim the package waiting for him. Outside, he uses his house key to cut a jagged tear in the box tape, pulling the top flap off and finding himself greeted by a cool, green glow.]

No way.

[Lifting the handle just slightly, the edge of what appears to be a green railroad lantern can be seen before he slips it back in the box. Hal's day has just turned up.]

Oh baby, are you ever a sight for sore eyes.

[Action 2; Neutron Diner; Afternoon]

[After the power battery has been safely stowed at the house (as he wishes he had somewhere more secure...Sinestro is surely chortling at him), he stops in for a late lunch. Maybe he sees a friend?]

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[Lois peers over her shoulder, eyes lighting up at the sight of the green in the box. Bracing her hands on Hal's shoulders, she pushes herself up on her tiptoes for a better look.]

Is that what I think it is?! [she hisses.]

[He can't help the cheeky smile at Lois.] It depends on what you think it is.

[She keeps her voice at an elated whisper, biting her lip and attempting another peek inside the box over his shoulder. But he is so tall, that Hal Jordan!]

It looks... Green Lantern-y!

[...Hal is so not purposely standing up as straight as he can just to mess with her. His good mood? Through the roof.]

Here's a hint: it might be.

[She may have let out a stifled squeal behind her teeth, bouncing on her tiptoes before grabbing him by the wrist and wrenching him in the direction of the door.]

Home. Now.

Hey hey!

[Holding the box to his chest, he lets her pull him along like a recalcitrant child.]

Should we stop by ye olde Pleasantville grocers? I think this calls for a beer, or several. Olney's is a little too bland for my tastes.

[She drags him out of the post office, grinning excitedly before she tries to steal another peek inside the box.]

Beer? Come on, this is a champagne occasion if I've ever seen one.

Champagne?

[Her excitement is infectious, and he chuckles.]

It just seems to be the battery, I'm still missing an integral piece of the puzzle. But this is a start, at least.

[Her smile falters a bit.]

Wait, so it doesn't actually do anything?

It does a great deal, actually. [Lol, defensive.]

Once I get my ring, it will provide its charge. A power ring is only useful if you have a way of charging it, otherwise you'll get one good light show and a pretty, empty ring. Considering how the town nerfs powers here, I wouldn't be surprised if it drains ring energy at a faster rate.

[She purses her lips, still looking fairly disappointed as she leads him towards the grocery store.]

Got a plan on how to get your ring back, then, hoss?

I was hoping for an alcohol-fueled epiphany.

[At her look he sobers, mildly.] I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. It might take another trip to the post office and a trade of some kind to have it returned.

[ Someone's sitting alone at a table, not looking terribly enthusiastic about the food. ]

Don't tell me the fries are soggy again today.

[Working his way around a waitress teetering on her skates, he sidles up to Ilsa and flashes her a smile.]

[ She smiles faintly. ]

Are they ever done right? I haven't been here often enough to catch that.

[ She blinks a bit, and her smile brightens. ]

You're in a good mood today.

On occasion. I think it coincides with days a native resident isn't at the helm.

Am I? [That smile grows, sly at the edges. He practically radiates goodwill, his countenance light. Of course, this means he's prime for flirting.]

I got something from home today.

[ That grin is infectious, Mr Jordan. ]

Ooh, really? Tangible or intangible... or seeeeekrit?

[ Ilsa raises an eyebrow. ]

[ Good! Because he's not stopping. Hal slides into a seat across from Ilsa, hands steepled. ]

[He shrugs a shoulder.] It's just something from home, made me feel a bit better. I think it excited my roommate more than I.

[ She blinks a few times, and gives a smile that is not altogether innocent. ]

Given that I've not actually met your roommate, I really shouldn't be imagining what her fetish might be. Uniforms come to mind.

[ Nope, not implying a thing here. ]

[And guess who is celebrating the return of his title at the diner, reading comic books and putting his feet up at the table? Yep.]

[That shock of white hair, even from the back, seems familiar. Hal moves closer, booming suddenly-]

So what's it today, Mao? Superman? Captain America?

The Flash.

[It...doesn't really affect him all that much. Not when he looks less human and more demonic, according to his standards.]

[While at the diner, everything is nice and peaceful until, from somewhere behind Hal, is some gleeful laughter. Almost out of nowhere lands Scout, next to his table. He doesn't seemed to have noticed that yet, and instead just throws his hands up triumphantly and cheers.] YEAH!

[He's a little out of breath. He's holding a brightly-colored bat (http://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Atomizer) in one hand and a can of soda in the the other.]

Oh, I made it to tha diner! (http://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Bonk!_Atomic_Punch)

[Turning to see the source of the excitement, Hal offers the other man a wave.]

Hey! Good day today? [Then, with a nod to the bat.] I didn't know you played.

Oh, 'sup, pally? Hey most days are good. 'Cept when they're not. [Scout, so wise.]

Are ya kiddin'? I only eat, sleep an' breathe the game.

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