paradisalost | 011 ♕ [voice/written]

[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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Maybe you just need a better jury.

Such as?

Yours truly, obviously.

I might hum in the shower occasionally, but unfortunately, there's no singing going on to judge.

[Mm, Clark in the shower. Wait, Lane, don't get distracted.]

But there could be.

Could be doesn't guarantee there will be.

Maybe I could make it worth your while.

Oh?

Anything is possible~

Here, maybe.

Including Clark Kent breaking his 'I don't sing' rule just once.

... Dinner first. Karaoke when I don't have to spend the whole week looking for lost people.

I suppose that's fair. But you're not getting off the hook indefinitely, Kent.

Ms. Star Reporter letting something get away from her doesn't seem that likely, no.

[He's gonna cheat on cooking. Yay, heat vision :)]

I'll hit you when you least expect it.

[Staaare. And she cracks a laugh at that one.]

Just so handy to have around the house.

I'll have to keep my guard up.

[Smile. He loves that laugh.]

Faster than grilling it and guaranteed perfect.

I'll just have to work harder at tearing it down.

[And she loves that smile.]

You could write your own infomercial.

Superman grills. I wouldn't be surprised.

But does he also make julienne fries?

[He'll humour that, going to the cupboard to grab a potato.]

I've never tried it, but if I do and fail, you can't laugh.

[Delighted that he's playing along, she'll just grin wider.]

I'll try to contain myself.

[he holds it in his hand because HAHA I AM INVINCIBLE AND NO OTHER SURFACE HERE IS and looks at the potato, concentrating for a moment... before using a precise little heat laser to slice it up vertically. And, ladies and gentlemen, we are halfway done.]

Now the tricky part: cutting it the other way.

[She laughs happily, and leans her chin on her fist on the counter.]

Should I start collecting bets?

You can't bet on my first try at this. That'd be unfair.

[He rotates the potato in his hand, careful not to let the pieces fall apart, and then lasers them. A couple fries drop, but he catches them with his free hand and drops them all down on the cutting board.]

What do you think? Good enough?