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.