Who: Isobel-in-Lana and Jack Landors What: Weird!Lana is weird. Suspicious!Jack is suspicious. Where: The Luthor/Lang Mansion. When: A couple of hours after this text. Rating: PG to PG13. I can't imagine it being higher.
Isobel steered Lana's very expensive car past security and casually tossed the keys to the pathetic excuse for a servant that waited for her. But then, that's what servants were: pathetic. She'd always believed it so and it was still true centuries into the future. Though it was nice to have them. They did the things she felt were distracting, or beneath her.
She carried in her hand a bag of supplies she'd collected, supplies she would need later to take back the friends that had been stolen from her long ago. This initial possession wouldn't last much longer, she knew, and she needed to be ready when the time came. Now she was just trying to avoid that bothersome Power Ranger and his perpetual questioning.