<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WOPrUT6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Suit as pictured<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22st 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Approximately 7 A.M.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Breakfast<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>CFO$ - #MMMGorgeous (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQx0EQoheDQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kara Zor-El, the Supergirl, Raven, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lor found himself missing the amenities of his penthouse suite in Blüdhaven. And perhaps not just the amenities, but the silence. As the only occupant of the apartment complex, Lor had only to contend with the low-grade background noise of electric current and shifting of the building itself. In the Secret Sanctuary he heard much more. All of the sounds of biological function of the other members of the team occurring. It had become such a vexation during the night that Lor had left the Sanctuary and returned to the blissful silence of his penthouse suite, with its fabulous Emperor sized bed, black silk sheets with an incalculable thread count, many pillows, and air conditioning set to just above freezing. Such was perfection, and the single hour of sleep that Lor achieved was invigorating beyond all measure.<br/><br/>He had elected to remove his Kryptonian Battle Armour and don a suit and tie for his return to the Sanctuary. Not wearing it felt wrong on several levels. It did not make him feel vulnerable, although he was more so without the crystalline protective gear. But wearing human clothing, made by human hands with human sensibilities . . . felt off. Lor was not a man. He did not feel as though he could effectively blend among them, and in all honesty he found the notion both ridiculous and vaguely offensive. It made sense to Lor that Kal El desired to blend in among humans. They had raised and socialized him. There was no humanity within Lor to draw over his Kryptonian nature.<br/><br/>He teleported back into the kitchen of the Secret Sanctuary, employing the device he was entrusted with. He tossed an MRE onto the table, and became aware of everyone in the Sanctuary. Supergirl's proximity saw the hulking son of Zod turn his apathetic eyes upon her for a moment, but only a moment. He was equally disinterested in Raven, and spared her only the same transitory glance. Lor did not greet either female. He took a seat and opened the MRE, laying out its various components with vague disinterest. It had both coffee and an orange drink, and Zod prepared both. He sipped the coffee, and it was putrid and barely palatable, but Lor had come to realize that the comforts he had enjoyed under Amanda Waller as part of Task Force X had been a means to weaken him. After the extreme deprivation of the Phantom Zone, the luxuries she had laid out before him had been nigh-irresistible ultra-decadence. Succumbing to it had been weakness, and Lor did not intend to succumb to it again.<br/><br/>He ate in silence, consuming the terrible food and allowing himself to experience its awfulness with the fullness of his superhuman senses.