Metropolis: Central Business District Often called the Heart of Metropolis, the Central Business District is home to many large conglomerates, including major financial institutions and businesses ranging from communications and service industries to technical companies, fashion, and entertainment. Here can be found the headquarters of LexCorp (the multinational conglomerate founded and owned by Lex Luthor), Eagle Oil, RAMCO, Brysler Motors, and Hawkes Industries. The LexCorp building is by far the largest of these skyscrapers, being the tallest building in Metropolis. The 96-story L-shaped building dominates the skyline of the eastern point of New Troy, where the Hobs and West Rivers converge before emptying into the Atlantic. You see a blur of white and red, buzzing through the dark streets. Before you can react, the figure is hurtling toward you...!...and...stops, inches from your nose. "Hi!" Superboy stops dead in his tracks, stumbling forward and pushing into you. "Gah, wha - hey!" he manages, picking himself up and brushing off his jacket. "Scare the _hell_ outta me!" Impulse grins widely in a very Ramos fashion. Superboy squints his eyes, leaning his head forward. "You need a cow bell," he states evenly. "Or one of those electronic things that truckers have when they back up." You say "Nonono!" Superboy nods slowly. "I'm afraid so. Resistance is futile." Impulse makes a face. "Feh. I was looking for you. I'm bored." Superboy pulls at a lock of his hair, and glances around him. "Man," he says, "I bet you are. What do you _do_ all day? I mean, there's so much time in the day for you to do things, so you're never lacking slack time .. " Impulse looks uncertain. "Well...I get really good at Mortal Deadlock?" Impulse looks antsy. Superboy laughs softly, and then looks at you closer. "Hey, I'm just teasing. You cool?" You say "Yeah, I'm just -bored-!" Superboy beams widely, and gestures towards the Cafe De Lex. "Caffeine?" he offers. Impulse brightens. "Yes! Good! Caffeine! Energy!" *whoosh* ... *whoosh* "What's taking you so long?" Superboy thrusts his jaw out in a slight pout. "I have heat-vision, you know," he wanrs, beginning a walk towards the cafe. You say "Ooh! So you can warm up the java if it gets cold!" Impulse actually makes the effort to walk. Superboy says nothing. You can, however, hear him crack his knuckles through his gloves. Impulse frowns slightly at the cracking knuckles, but doesn't really assign any importance to it. He disappears for a second, and is suddenly back, holding a giant hat. By all appearances and to all intents, it's a very Stupid hat. Superboy peers at the Stupid hat. "My," he says in a dry voice, "that is one Stupid hat." Impulse puts his hand up into the top, folds it closed, and says in a squeaky voice, "A-duhh...a-yup, yup, I'se definitely a stupid hat. Definitely, definitely. A-yup, yup! Hee!" Superboy watches the hat slowly. When you finish your 'act', he blinks thrice, his eyes locked on the puppet-hat. Finally, he looks up at you. He licks his chops, somewhat loudly, and says, "You've really got a future in public access television, you know." Impulse's eyes widen. "Really?? I can be on the holos with the Space Canine Patrol?" Superboy's right eyebrow quirks up. "Hello, Mr. Confusing - what the hell're you speaking of?" You say "Um, confusing?" He blushes slightly, "Sorry. Gramma Iris keeps telling me, but I keep forgetting." Superboy walks towards the cafe, boots dragging across pepples on the sidewalk. "What's she tell you?" Impulse makes an effort to keep the same pace. "About stuff in this century. It's weird."