011 ♕ [voice/written]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Lois had to admit: finding her journal just lying around waiting for her in the random forest was creepy.  It had 'trap' written all over it.  But she wasn't about to complain.  Yet.  

The first part of the entry is a recording:]

This is Lois Lane, and I'm with Lucy Saxon and Jo Harvelle.  We're all in one piece, though currently about eight degrees left of lost in the middle of nowhere.  We haven't seen any landmarks yet, but we've been sending up signals where we can, so those of you patrolling keep your eyes on the skies.   According to Clark's stick trick, we're northeast of the castle somewhere.

More importantly, we ran into some... people out here.  

People from ... the town, that is.  I think they got dumped out here too, so whatever took us wasn't just doing it to castle residents.  They weren't exactly the best conversationalists, given that they were practically talking in tongues, tripping over themselves to run back towards the castle and muttering stuff about how they needed to get there right now or else.  "Or else what" we couldn't get out of them, because they got physical anytime we tried to restrain them to even talk to them.  I'm thinking they've got that same pull we do towards the place, but theirs seems to be amped up to 800.   Maybe someone should keep an eye out around the town for when they start getting back.  You might be able to get more out of them then.  [Assuming they make it back alive and don't run stupidly into a tree or something.]

And hey, Akihiko, you better not have been beating yourself up over me disappearing.  That one was all me.  [Do you hear that, Clark?  Don't blame him.  :|  ]

... Not sure if anyone's mentioned this yet, so I'm curious to hear from the other people it happened to, but it sure felt like something had dropped us when we woke up.

[handwriting takes over then; it's jittery because Lucy's hand is shaking from the cold. November + outdoors + pajamas = incipient hypothermia]

I was taken in the morning, but I didn't wake up in the Dead Zone until nearly nightfall. I don't know if that's important at all, but I thought it would be worth mentioning too.

[Jo waits until Lucy is done and when the journal is handed to her, she balances it on her knee, holding it in place with her sprained wrist as she crouches low to the ground]

I was taken on Friday, right out’a the damn walk-in at the Lux. Last time I had checked the time it was about four-thirty, but I woke-up to pitch-black night. I tried to look for any of the other missing people… but I only found Lucy and Lois. [she won’t be mentioning that she is injured and she sure as Hell isn’t broadcasting that she killed an eight-legged sheep to survive either…]

I’m fine, though. [Sam, you can breathe now.] Just a bit worn out and ready for my wilderness adventure to be done.

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[supes]

The Northern outpost would be pretty far, and the Eastern one would be even further. It's faster if you just head right for the border; as long as you can get there and shout, you're in my earshot.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Superhearing, right. I'll remember that one some day.

I think we're already over the border, since the watch is working. [She'll be kind and at least slam the journal closed before leaning back and yelling, feeling a little dumb about shouting at nothing:]

CLARK KENT, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, GET YOUR CUTE BUTT OUT HERE WITH SUPPLIES, STAT.

[She throws a little smile and shrug at the other girls.] Hope neither of you two mind taking the express train.

[huntersdaughter]

The ... what? [sorry, Jo isn't very in-the-know about most the heroes in this place]

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[Lucy, curled up as tightly as she can possibly get and looking distinctly blue about the lips, just nods as vehemently as she can. YES EXPRESS TRAIN PLZKTHX]

[supes]

[A couple seconds later he slows to a walk near them, keeping enough distance that he doesn't startle them too bad. The backpack slung over his shoulder is bulging with supplies.]

Oh, I heard that.

[He gives them a quick glance-over for damage assessment, though his eyes linger on Lois, even as he pulls out bottles of water and a blanket. He moves to wrap that around Lucy immediately.]

"Nothing serious," huh?

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[The expression on Lucy's face as Clark puts the blanket around her says 'thank you' more profoundly than words could ever hope to; she all but burrows into it. It's not much, but it's definitely a start towards getting warm again]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[She can't help but turn immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up. She wishes suddenly she could hide her sling somehow, but by definition that's... not so possible. She just straightens up as if to say 'see? I'm fine' and lets him tend to Lucy.]

Nothing three tough girls can't handle... with a little help.

[huntersdaughter]

[Jo'll stand up, mostly because she's not about to be the lazy-weak one here, plus she's going to possibly be hanging here... waiting for Sam and Eliot to show up so she can help them look for Bela. JUST TRY AND MAKE HER LEAVE.]

[supes]

[He gives Lois a look, torn between total relief and the last few shreds of worry that object to her being so lighthearted. Then again, he appreciates that bit, too, in a way.

He hands a bottle of water to Jo. He'd give Lucy a bit of heat vision (the warming kind, thank you very much) but heat someone up too fast and they'll have a heart attack.]

Just a little help. You've done well, all things considered.

And if you two don't mind, I'm going to take Lucy first, before she freezes out here.

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[she might not care much about the welfare of others, but Lucy still looks questioningly at the other two women anyway, as if asking whether or not they mind]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I was going to suggest that actually. Go right ahead. We'll be here.

[She squeezes the woman's hand.] He'll get you back in a flash.

[huntersdaughter]

[smiles warmly at Lucy]

I'm good here. [takes a slow sip of her water]

Thanks, Clark. [because, she does appreciate the help]

[supes]

Alright. I'll be back in a minute.

[He scoops Lucy up, rather effortlessly, and then vanishes.

And then he sets Lucy down on a bed in the clinic, back at the castle. She might feel a little motion-sick, but it shouldn't be too bad.]

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[she's... indeed a little motion-sick, but the incipient hypothermia sort of trumps that, and she's mostly lost the ability to be boggled by anything that happens at the castle. Near-instantaneous transport is a walk in the park.

She does mouth 'thank you' once Clark gets her set down]

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

[And guess who's waiting for her after Clark leaves, leaning against the doorframe of the clinic and smirking like an imp? He takes a glance at his pocket watch, then back at her, slightly raising his eyebrow.]

That was quick. Aren't you the lucky one, being brought here so quickly?

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[Lucy comes thisclose to glaring at him, but she's too much of a blue-tinged shivering mass of blanket for it to work well, and besides, she really is glad to see him. If she thinks about it, she can still taste the bile that rose in her throat when she thought she'd lost yet another budding friend.

She gets her hands out in the open and clumsily signs]

"He's really fast."

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

[He smiles with a smug air, and walks over to stand in front of her.]

That he is. [He pauses to gesture to the blanket around her.] I'm guessing you and the cold didn't get along so well out there.

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[very, VERY reluctantly, Lucy opens up the blanket so he can see what she's wearing--pajama pants and a camisole. Nothing else--and then just looks at him. Hell NO she did not get along with the cold]

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. Well, good thing you were brought so quicly back here. I don't think we would have wanted to see the castle's new ice sculpture named "Lucy Saxon".

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[While they're gone, Lois grabs a water and addresses Jo.]

Why don't you go next? I'm probably best off of any of us right now.

[huntersdaughter]

[she just watched that happen... and she's not so sure she wants to be next]

Really... I think I'm gonna try to look for Bela. Sam said she's out here still. If I head back to the castle on foot, there's a chance I might run into her. [Sam said he'd be on his way, but she has a feeling that he'll be too slow to meet up with her]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Pfft, it's the safest form of travel, really.]

You don't want to get your wrist fixed up first? He could bring you back out here.

[huntersdaughter]

[she shrugs] It's just a sprain. All they'll do is wrap it and I've been dealing alright with it so far.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I'll help you convince Clark of that one. You're gonna need it.

[huntersdaughter]

Or... I could just leave now, while he's still helping Lucy back at the castle.