Sep 23, 2009 10:14
Coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee.
Lois couldn’t remember the last time she had REAL coffee and it was driving her up the walls. A few hours before arriving here? Was that it? She’d been so busy freaking out and running around the city and looking for her missing cousin that coffee had taken a backseat that day, and she wished she had.
Everything in this place would be a lot better if she had caffiene in her system, and that’s why she was sitting in the Sensoriums, in a nice little Metropolis coffee shop, with a copy of the Daily Planet on the table in front of her, enjoying fake-coffee at her leisure. When life gave you fake coffee, the only thing to do was take it and privately grumble about nothing in particular.
She uncapped a conveniently provided permanent marker, and blackened out the header (“CITY TO EXPAND BUS ROUTES PAST SHUSTER AVENUE”) and marked in her own words in big block letters.
STAR REPORTER LOIS LANE KIDNAPED BY ALIEN SPACESHIP.
(Okay, so it was a bit cramped.)
Lois sat back in her seat, taking another sip of coffee, and contemplated opening lines. Probably something to do with “taking it in stride, once again punching life in the face”, but that seemed a bit unprofessional.
So she wrote:
Witnesses battle over a football, finds a death pen, scottish boys and medeival m Medivel nights and Smallville’s meteor freak cousin and lives to tell the tale
She chewed on the end of the marker for a sec, and then slammed it down in frustration.
“Who am I kidding? They won’t run this. I’m going to be shoved in Belle Reve the second I open my mouth.”
shawn spencer,
grif,
!location: sensoriums,
lois lane,
kon-el,
jamie hemeros,
allen gentry