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Apparently that thing called life was against her. Lois Lane stalked inside as she tried in vain to argue her case to her editor. "Are you kidding me? You want me to find what now? After that chupacabra thing, you'd think- No, I'm not trying to lose my-Hello?" She pulled the now dead phone away from her ear only to discover she had no signal on it now. She started to press buttons in vain, but alas, nothing happened.
"You have to be freaking kidding me." She muttered and pocketed the currently useless phone. Finally free of her endless debate with her rather dim editor Lois was able to really take in her surroundings. "This isn't my hotel."
Gee, Lois. What a way to state the obvious. If she drank these days, she'd think something had been slipped into her drink. But at least she could rule that out this time. "What the heck is going on?"
((Um, hiya. This here is Lois Lane from Smallville. Currently canon from Season Six up until and after the episode Noir. She's currently a writer/reporter for the Metropolis Inquisitor and former Chief of Staff for Martha Kent.))
"You have to be freaking kidding me." She muttered and pocketed the currently useless phone. Finally free of her endless debate with her rather dim editor Lois was able to really take in her surroundings. "This isn't my hotel."
Gee, Lois. What a way to state the obvious. If she drank these days, she'd think something had been slipped into her drink. But at least she could rule that out this time. "What the heck is going on?"
((Um, hiya. This here is Lois Lane from Smallville. Currently canon from Season Six up until and after the episode Noir. She's currently a writer/reporter for the Metropolis Inquisitor and former Chief of Staff for Martha Kent.))