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lois lane (cantspell) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-22 18:32:00

Entry tags:

!log, lois lane, selina kyle

Who: Lois Lane + OTA
When: late Monday Morning
Where: A restaurant (somewhere near Central Park)
What: Lois makes a scene
Rating: PG for possible language?
Status: Open, Ongoing.

Lois was starving. Running around New York City aimlessly for hours could do that to a girl. Her day (which had begun well after dinner time in 2009) had landed her in a Daily Planet storage room (where she had stolen several newspapers), took her to a Fourth Avenue phone booth (where she had gotten into an argument with the phone operator), and then to Central Park (where she had tried prying information out of people just passing by). No one had seemed willing to get involved with the girl that looked as though she had just come out on the wrong side of a fight and that left Lois with little to show for her troubles.

Sure, that cut on her forehead had finally stopped bleeding and she had been able to gather a few pieces of information, but nothing that she thought worth mentioning. Just a bunch of people that had only seemed willing to point her to some so called Welcome Center. But Lois wasn't a tourist. She wasn't looking for a few nice places to visit. She was looking for answers along with a way out. Because, and this was the part that really baffled her, the year was 1964. Lois was used to weird. Smallville was the capital of all things weird, after all. But time traveling rings sort of toppled the weird scale and brought her into territory that, for once, Lois wasn't entirely sure she was ready to deal with.

You would never get her to admit that out loud though.

Dealing with her low blood sugar, however, was definitely something she could handle. She could figure out the rest while she ate. So Lois found a place to eat and, once inside, tucked the newspapers under her arm so she would have both hands free to steal two half-empty plates being cleared by an unsuspecting waitress. She had just started counting out her loose change for a coffee when said waitress confronted her. But what started as a whispered admonishment soon turned into a heated-but-quiet argument and ended in a loud explosion from Lois.

“. . . and you're just going to take the food back there and dump it in the trash anyway.” She took a bite of toast and then sausage. “So it's perfectly alright for someone to come in here and waste their money on a meal they don't even have the decency to finish. But when someone like me wanders in. . .” Another bite. “With nothing but the clothes on her back,” a piece of bacon was pilfered from the plate, “due to circumstances beyond her control, might I add. . . it's apparently not socially acceptable for her to finish the food that's already been paid for. That's what you're saying, isn't it? That you would just throw perfectly good food away rather than give it to someone that actually needs it?” A beat and the last piece of toast was taken, completing her breakfast on the go. The waitress seemed unable to respond (probably taken aback by Lois' explosion), and Lois took this as point proven. “Exactly.”

Finished, Lois handed the waitress the coins. She definitely had enough to get her caffeine fix. “One coffee, please.” And then she sat down as if she had not just yelled at someone in front of a diner full of people.

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thatdarncat
2011-08-26 09:29 pm UTC (link)

Selina was enjoying a very long lunch break, the third in as many days she had taken. For once it was not her own choice - Don had been more or less MIA for the past week, and though she blamed it on the snow at first, it had turned to slush within the past two days and the only remnants of the unusual weather were a few wet sidewalks. After she had made some phone calls, she discovered that his excuse du jour was "spending some time with the family". Sure. Why not.

So Selina sipped coffee rather languidly in her booth, unsure of what to do with the rest of her day. She only had another few letters to type, memos to fill out, and her "In" box would be completely empty. Maybe she'd just admire her new emerald earrings some more.

With thoughts of extravagant jewelry swirling in her head, a commotion had started just behind her. She craned her neck to see a woman arguing rather heatedly with a waitress, about...what was she saying? Wasting food? Selina smiled mildly - she herself had spent plenty hungry nights, several years ago. Good for this gal for taking things into her own hands.

She leaned towards the woman who had sat just a table away from her, and murmured, "Nicely said," with a grin.

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cantspell
2011-08-27 05:21 pm UTC (link)

Lois acknowledged the woman's statement with a nod. She was too busy biting into the makeshift sandwich she had made from the lifted food to do much else. A part of her knew that her aggravation may have been misdirected (and Clark would have said it certainly was), but she would stand by what she said. The words were true enough anyway.

A different waitress returned with her coffee, something that Lois immediately took a big gulp of, and then she flipped open one of the newspapers. It was a few days old but the headlines still immediately jumped out at her as out of the ordinary. If New York City hadn't been splashed all over the page, Lois would have thought she was back in Smallville. Something was going on and it made Lois question whether or not her arrival in 1964 was something other than just a freak accident.

She took another sip of her coffee before turning to the woman that had spoken earlier. She needed to get a better handle of what was going on. Even if meant producing more questions than actual answers. “Stuff like this happen a lot?” She held up the article detailing the snow storm. Apparently it had been a big one, the signs of which seemed to have all but disappeared.

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