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paradisalost2010-11-11 03:59 pm
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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.
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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Why did it turn into the kink meme for a second there? D:]But it's a promise.
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probably because I permanently live in the gutter and NO ONE IS SAFE]"Thank you."
[Lucy's finished stretching out now, sitting up against the headboard, and though she feels much warmer she's still shivering constantly. She realizes that their conversation has reached a natural conclusion but she doesn't want him to leave; it's nice, having a conversation in person, even though it's awkward going on her end. It's been a while since she's had one. ...She really ought to see about working on a communicator, if it's possible]
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*shakes fist at*][He looks over her, his mouth creased in what could be considered concern.]
Are you going to be alright? You look a bit cold...
/pats you gently
*beams innocently back at you*][she gives him a bit of a tight smile, and does him the favor of not pointing out the obvious--that she IS cold]
"I'll be fine, now that I'm inside."
[and while she's thinking about it--she silently wishes for the biggest cup of hot lemon tea the castle feels like giving her, along with a tumbler of brandy for good measure]
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Laying on the alcohol already, Lucy? Well, it's true that it does help you warm up faster...
[And he shakes his head, still beaming.]
I wish for a good bottle of merlot from 1856. [It appears and he smirks, pleased.] I don't know about you, but I prefer this over your brandy.
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[she signs, before very carefully picking up the tumbler and knocking back the brandy in one gulp. She can practically feel it burn all the way to her toes, and her hands are just a smidge more steady as she sets the glass back down. The tea will have to wait, though--she doesn't feel like accidentally spilling it in her lap]