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Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-09-05 00:35:00

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!log, ginny potter, lois lane

Restless
Who: Ginny, Lois
What: Prowling the museum
When: Monday, late morning
Where: Natural History Museum
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

Albus' arrival had been a pleasant surprise. A shock at first (and still shocking when she thought too much on the fact that her quiet darling boy was a man grown), but she was acclimated to the idea of him being here. While she was curious as anything about what had happened in the years between her disappearance and his arrival, she didn't ask. Or hadn't yet; there was no telling when her self-control was going to give and she was going to ask questions she probably didn't want answers to.

She wondered suddenly if this was how Lily and the others felt. Here was someone who could tell her all about her future, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Today though, she was determined not to think about too much of anything. It was a holiday -- apparently all over -- and she was going to enjoy it. She had a little bit of research to do for an article, but it could wait until this evening, really. She was kind of keen on getting out of the flat for a bit, and Lily had mentioned going somewhere to spend the day. Ginny thought that had sounded like a fantastic idea, so she'd followed suit. Not to the same place though -- or if Lily was here somewhere, they hadn't crossed paths yet.

It hardly mattered. She was here to look at the exhibits and to immerse herself in things that had nothing to do with being stuck and trapped and everything else.

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cantspell
2011-09-06 12:18 am UTC (link)

Lois raised a brow. She had lived in England for a time when she was young. And her sister had lived there longer than that. Certainly she would have remembered seeing something like that on a school trip. Though she had done her best to avoid those. So even if she didn't, it still would have been something that Lucy would have relished telling her about. Just to hear Lois deny any possibility of it.

This woman then, Lois assumed, must be from a different time. Further in the future than Lois certainly. “When are you from?” When not where. It was an odd question to ask, but she figured she already knew enough about the where.

She jerked her head toward the room with all the commotion. “Just the security guard,” she explained and then, because she had never been good with silence, she continued. “He has some info I might need.” She shrugged. Lois was still trying to gather all the information on recent events. It was, for the time being, difficult to determine what was relevant to her situation or what was just random happenings. “A contact over at the Museum of Modern Art.”

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bat_bogeys
2011-09-06 12:30 am UTC (link)

"Twenty-twelve," Ginny reported. "So ... significantly displaced." She wasn't at all surprised by the 'when' as opposed to a 'where'; the 'where' was fairly obvious from her accent, she thought. "Though apparently whatever or whoever is doing has no limit on how far into the future they're taking people from. I hear there are -- or were -- people from the space traveling future here."

She tilted her head. "What about you? Displaced or a native?" She had no idea what the actual terms were for people who had been drawn here, but displaced worked for her.

Ginny nodded a little, and she smiled. "Are you a reporter then?" It didn't seem like such a stretch to guess that. Armed with a pen and a notepad and waiting for a contact? "Or a detective," she amended. At least, she thought that was what they were called over here.

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cantspell
2011-09-06 01:24 am UTC (link)

Space travel? Suddenly her full attention was aimed at the red head. “Did you hear anything else?” she asked. It was just short of a demand. That whole throw down had started when Tess had accused Lois of stealing some orb. Some sort of alien technology. Lois, of course, had no idea what she had been talking about at the time, but it made her wonder if it was connected somehow. “Anything about aliens?” She was reaching, of course, and the possibility that this woman knew anything else was slim. But she had just offered something new. Maybe she had something more.

Lois sighed. “Displaced. Just four years before you actually. 2008.” Honestly, she didn't think she would make a good native. She was too loud and brash for the women of this time.

“Reporter,” she supplied and with a hint of pride. It was one of the few things that she was good at and her confidence had only increased since the Blur had made it a point to compliment her work. “The Daily Planet. Though where I'm from it's centralized in Metropolis.” A beat. “Kansas.”

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bat_bogeys
2011-09-06 01:51 am UTC (link)

"I didn't, really," she said. "It ... my ... Lily was the one telling me about it. He apparently had some sort of magic, and there was a meeting, but I never met him personally." She wasn't sure the person was still here, but if he wasn't, did that mean people stood a chance of getting sent back? "I ... haven't heard anything about aliens," she confessed even as she wracked her brain to recall if that was right. But no, she was pretty sure 'aliens' would have stuck out on her radar. "I ... could ask her, or you could pop a note up on the board. She checks it most days."

Ginny nodded, offering her a slight smile. "This place is a bit of a bitch for us modern women, yeah?" The smile twisted slightly before she shook her head. "It makes me crazy. The rampant sexism and everything else. I got lucky with a job. I'm working sort of ... media relations for an art gallery run by a woman, so I don't have to deal with it so much." At least not at work.

She was pleased she'd guess right, and she nodded again. "I used to work on the paper back home. Senior editor of the Quidditch section. Since I stopped playing after the kids were born ... seemed only natural I should go into writing about it." She paused as she realized 'Quidditch' was going to be foreign to this woman. "It's a sport," she "explained", though she'd go into detail if prompted.

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cantspell
2011-09-06 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Lois nodded and turned back to the exhibit in thought. She was still attempting to get a handle on the bulletin. Like everything else, it was another mystery that she longed to solve. Telling her it was like magic (though she knew that it existed) wasn't enough for Lois. No, she wanted to know how. “I'll see about putting something up,” said Lois before shrugging. “It's probably nothing though. Just something someone said to me just before I came here. She's insane. One of Luthor's lackies.” It didn't even occur to Lois that this woman might not have heard of the Luthors. They were too far reaching for her to not have at least heard the name.

“The only reason I haven't punched someone is because I don't have anyone to bail me out,” said Lois bluntly. The sad part was that she was almost entirely serious. Lois had that whole act first, think later thing that she adhered to. Only usually a bit more extreme. Clark or Chloe were usually able to talk her down from some of her more impulsive actions, but here Lois had to actually pull back herself. It wasn't easy.

“Good for her though. And you.” At least the women here weren't completely hopeless. “I'm still working on getting my job back.” She was confident that she would. Woman journalists weren't completely unheard of in this time and Lois knew that there were a few that even got awards for their work. She wasn't chasing something impossible.

Lois frowned in thought. “Which one's that then?” She figured it was like soccer where they called the sport something different. So football as this woman would probably call it. Or maybe American football where they only had it here.

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bat_bogeys
2011-09-07 02:23 am UTC (link)

Ginny assumed Luthor must be some sort of prominent figure in Lois' when and where, but she had never heard of him. At the mention of lackeys, she couldn't help but mentally equate him to Voldemort, and she repressed a shudder, though barely.

She had to grin a little at the comment about punching someone. She liked to think she'd out grown her punching days, but in this world and time, who knew? "Maybe you'll find someone. If we're stuck here long enough, I bet we'll all end up making friends with each other." Which was probably a bit of a stretch, but it was a common bond between the displaced people. "Best of luck on the job front though," Ginny said sincerely. She knew she'd just struck it lucky in the job front, much like Lily had.

Ginny shook her head slowly as she tried to think of how to describe Quidditch. "There's really nothing Muggle to compare it to," she admitted. "It's a wizarding game, played on brooms. Flying brooms," she clarified in case there were other mental images forming.

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cantspell
2011-09-07 09:36 pm UTC (link)

Lois nodded, her lips pursed in a thin line. “Maybe,” she agreed. Privately she hoped that wasn't the case. Currently the only friends Lois wanted here involved those that might have information she could use in either getting her job back or getting her home. And even that goal resembled something far too similar to building a life for her tastes.

Some of the terms she used caused Lois to frown. She could only assume that they were some sort of futuristic slang that people used in England. “Flying brooms,” she repeated, testing the phrase. Lois smiled briefly. She could only just imagine the possibility of it. “Must be fun. Do you use motors?” Even that barely made sense to her, but it was the only logical conclusion that she could draw that didn't sound completely out there.

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bat_bogeys
2011-09-08 02:05 pm UTC (link)

"Magic," Ginny replied. She wondered again if she really shouldn't be so out about it, but why not? It wasn't as though it was a secret people were coming form different times and realities, so why should she hide what she was? There was no Statute here -- if there was, she would have been contacted shortly after she arrived.

Still, the idea of motorized brooms and bludgers in a quidditch match made her grin. "The balls are charmed to move on their own. The bludgers and the snitch, anyway.

Then she wondered a little if any of the wizards or witches here could charm some brooms and they could play some sort of match. It was something to look into if they were stuck here much longer ... though she wasn't sure who else would want to play. Sirius for sure. Maybe Lily, Albus, and Dean. Otherwise, she just didn't know.

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cantspell
2011-09-08 06:37 pm UTC (link)

“Ah.” More magic. New York City was quickly climbing the charts of weird places to live. “A magician once turned my cousin into me,” explained Lois with a shrug. “I was in Mexico at the time so I never really understood the specifics of it.” She was pretty sure that magic played a role in some of her other adventures. The ones that she couldn't remember when she woke up. She wondered if that would happen here. If she would wake up back in Smallville and not remember ever being in New York City.

“Sounds like a challenge.” Lois imagined people flying on brooms, reaching out to catch various balls, while trying to remain upright. People must fall a lot in that game. Or, she supposed, they would have to have really good balance. She took a guess, “And the goal is to catch them?”

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bat_bogeys
2011-09-09 01:03 am UTC (link)

Ginny nearly asked if it had been Polyjuice, but reasoned that would take more explaining than the question was worth, since the answer was likely to be no anyway. Still, it was kind of interesting, and she shook her head at the thought of it. "Everything worked out in the end though?"

A little grin played over her lips. "Sort of. The goal is to find the snitch, which is a small gold ball, fits in your palm but it has wings and it flits about. The quaffle's tossed around and the goal is to score with that one through the big goal hoops. The bludgers are very large, heavy balls that are swatted around by beaters, and the goal is to dodge those. Or to hit people with them, depending on which side you're on." She nodded. "It's both simpler and more complex than all that, but that's the gist of it. Seven players on a team, and each player has their own duty in regard to the various balls. I played both Chaser and Seeker, which meant I either tried to score with quaffles or find the snitch."

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cantspell
2011-09-09 10:59 pm UTC (link)

“It did,” replied Lois. “She just sorta came to terms with where her life was and she changed back.” She could, of course, understand the appeal of being Lois Lane. She certainly enjoyed it. But there was a part of Lois that would never really understand what Chloe had been thinking when she suddenly wished to have a different life. Lois may have had the career, but Chloe had the intelligence and the husband that loved her and that close bond with Clark. Her life was pretty good the way Lois saw it. Well, except for the whole giant rock she had for a stalker. But that came later.

Watching people get hit by large, heavy balls sounded about as exciting as a monster truck rally. Almost. She didn't think anything could ever match the thrill of watching two large trucks pound into each other. “Sounds like . . .” Lois suddenly raised her hand and waved. The security guard had finally headed back into the room and it was back to business. “Sounds like my kinda game. If you'll excuse me.”

She took a few steps and then paused, pulling a business card from her pocket. It had the Daily Planet logo on it, but her work number had been scratched off and replaced with her contact information for the Welcome Center. She doubled back and handed her the card. “Just in case you hear anything.” Lois could use all the help she could get, after all. Even if it meant handing her information off to random people that probably wouldn't want it.

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bat_bogeys
2011-09-10 04:55 am UTC (link)

Ginny nodded as she took the card, offering a smile and a nod to the security guard as well. "Of course," she replied to Lois, glancing down to the card before pocketing it. "Best of luck," she added before she lifted her hand in a wave to the woman.

Moving away, she returned her attention to the exhibits, content enough to lose herself again in her thoughts and wander through the museum a little while longer.

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