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[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.

Comments

[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.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Trust me on this - if he wanted to catch up to you, he could.

[huntersdaughter]

Probably not if I head back in though. [gestures to behind them, since she's pretty sure they were just at the border]

[supes]

[Oh, he heard that. He comes into view with a skeptical look.]

You're going to walk a Dead Zone border that is something like two thousand miles around, on foot, with a sprained wrist and a single water bottle? I don't think so.

[huntersdaughter]

[she gives him another look]

Look, I've been out here since Friday and I've managed to find them. I'll look until night fall and then head back to the castle. [she's worried about Bela]

I've already covered this much ground, I'm not really fond of giving up right now.

[supes]

You got lucky. Everyone's been placed around the Dead Zone nearly three hundred and sixty degrees around the castle so far; the odds that anyone else missing is within a three day's walk is minimal at best, and if you're walking to the castle, that's a good five or six days from here.

At the very least, I have to drop you off at an outpost, so you can get medical attention, some rest, and supplies.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[She so saw this coming. HAPPY COMPROMISE TIME?]

If she's intent on looking for a few more hours, she could always do that, then signal you or Kara the same way I did, Smallville. It would save her the walk back, and she could have until dark, like she wants, then get taken straight home to sleep. Everybody's happy.

[huntersdaughter]

[oh Lois, that hug she gave you earlier when she first ran into you and Lucy - if she wasn't pretty sure she smelled even worse at the moment, she'd hug you again]

I... [exhales] I honestly didn't realize we were that far out. I've never gone on any of the trips this way. [glances around]

I'd still like to at least look for a bit more. I mean, I know - needle in a haystack, but I just -- I don't want to just give up. You brought water, you got Lucy to safety. It'll be dark in... four hours - five?

I'll keep an eye on the time and when the sun sets, I'll signal.

[supes]

[Reluctant to say yes, because she has a sprain and doesn't give off the impression she knows what she's doing, but Clark's not exactly Mr. Dictator. He pauses, thinks it over, and then nods, even though it makes him incredibly wary.]

Alright. By sunset you're back in the castle's borders and you signal, and I'll come get you.

[he picks up the bag and offers it to her, though.]

Take this, though. Flares, water, some snacks and some other emergency stuff.

[huntersdaughter]

[she nods, and she realizes that he's trusting her - which she appreciates]

Thanks, Clark. [she takes the bag and nods again, shrugging it over her shoulder and using the strap to keep her wrist closer to her body]

Look, I know I might not look it, but back home I'm in the rough all the time. I can't help it if I landed on my wrist in this place. I mean I woke up with the sprain, it's not as if I banged it on something.

[then curiously] You're not the only one out here - are you? I mean, all the people I hear about in the castle that do this sort of thing, they're all looking, right?

[supes]

Right. I'll keep that in mind.

[Nod.]

There are a number of us out here looking, yes. If your friend has gotten within the castle's region, someone will probably find them pretty fast.

[huntersdaughter]

[nods again]

Okay. You'll get Lois back and then I'll see you again in a few hours.

I promise. [which she does mean, with all the sincerity she's got in her -- PLUS, technically, you hunted Zoners (which are in a sense 'Supernatural') and you've fought some zombies... so you do fit under her loss - so she can't lie to you in order to save herself grief/trouble.]

[supes]

Sounds good. [He'll flash her a smile before looking to Lois.]

Ready to go back to civilization?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I think I've had my fill of wilderness adventure time for now. [She steps towards him and throws a smile back at Jo.] Be careful and good luck out there.

[Lois slings her good arm around Clark's neck, and smiles up at him.]

Let's go.

[supes]

[He scoops her up, carefully, and off they go to the nearest outpost, as he know Rory is there already. He sets her down in the common room.]

Rory's here somewhere; we'll get him to look at your arm and I'll see what I can do about making you some dinner. Sound good?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Good ol' Rory.]

Sounds like a deal. It's not that bad though, I'm sure it'll be fine in a couple days.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he'd been outside making another round of the outer perimeter of the outpost when he saw Clark fly overhead. It took him a minute or three of running to get back, but here he comes now through the door, looking about]

Clark! I just saw you coming in, who've we got--

[and then he sees Lois and smiles and nods politely, if a bit awkwardly, in greeting--he hasn't met her face-to-face yet, so he doesn't recognize her]

[supes]

Doesn't mean it shouldn't get looked at.

[He turns to Rory when he comes in, though, and he smiles.]

Rory, this is Lois. Lois, this is Rory.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[She'll give him a nice firm handshake with her good hand.]

Nice to actually meet you. [She nods her head at her shoulder and the makeshift sling.] It's just a little sprain from the landing. I put it in this and it's not causing me too much trouble.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he likes that, the nice firm handshake--gives an equal one in return, and his smile is a bit warmer now]

Good to meet you as well, Lois. [shifts his attention to her shoulder when she mentions it and nods thoughtfully as he comes closer, his hands rising to hover just over her sling. Then he looks to her for permission] Mind if I have a look?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Have at. [She throws a glance over his shoulder at Clark - an annoyed sort of 'this is so completely unnecessary but I'm going through with it so you can relax' expression. ... He knows her well enough to read the specificity, she figures.]

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Rory just sort of--tries to suppress a grin--and carefully peels back the collar of Lois's shirt to get a good look at her shoulder. There's no awkwardness or blushing now, just simple professionalism. Sure enough, there's some swelling and the faint shadow of a bruise, and her skin is overly warm to the touch. Grasping her elbow in one hand and placing his other lightly on the affected shoulder, he slowly pulls her elbow out and away from her body and says]

Tell me when it starts to hurt.

[supes]

[Why are you grinning when you have your hands under my girlfriend's shirt, bro.

Clark gives Lois a faint smile, really too relieved to care about anything else right now.]