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[right-lane.livejournal.com]

[ scribbled down hastily ]

Shopping

-RR
-eggs
-dethawables

Call Kent when wake up re: Perry. Suggest not pursue articles on dream symbology.
Call cable-guy. TV's on fritz.

Comments

[morethansteel.livejournal.com]

I know that writing-

Lois!?

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

Your handwriting seems awfully familiar. Clark?

[morethansteel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Lois, its me...where are you?

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

Oh, no where in particular - on a large bed, in what appears to be a castle, in the middle of a dream, wearing slippers I could have sworn I had in college, writing in a journal to you, apparently. And having you respond. Apparently.

[morethansteel.livejournal.com]

...Haha, very funny, Lois...am I going to have to do this the...y'know way, and find you?

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

...Clark, I'm not being humorous. In fact, I'm more inclined to be offended with your emphasis on what I seemingly know when it sounds utterly inappropriate if someone wasn't delivering knocking on my door at the moment.

[ In the typical fashion of what's been written down from oration, rather than physically, goes the following: ]

Hyy-up.

[ Shuffle-shuffle-shuffle. ]

Hello?

[ Slam! ]

...I want to wake up now!

[morethansteel.livejournal.com]

...wait...you mean... you don't remember!?

Oh for the love of-

What was going on in Metropolis before you woke up here!?

[impulsities.livejournal.com]

...you're Lois? aw man. (scribbled out)

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

And you are?

[impulsities.livejournal.com]

Me? Oh. I'm Kid Flash (scribbled) Bart Allen. I know Clark. ..kinda.

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, kind of?

[impulsities.livejournal.com]

Er..uh... well I'm not sure he'd want me to tell you.

Filter to Bart;

[morethansteel.livejournal.com]

Thanks for understanding, Bart.

Sh-She doesn't remember...

Filter to Clark

[impulsities.livejournal.com]

Sure thing Clark!

She doesn't remember what, exactly? That you're Superman? That you're married?

.... Should I tell her you came to my school once if she asks or something? We're both from Kansas, right?

((ooc: sorry for the double-post XD I made a dumb typo))

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

You're not from Kansas, are you?

[soldyoursoul.livejournal.com]

Lois. I've heard a lot about you.

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

From who, Ms...?

[soldyoursoul.livejournal.com]

Mr. Kent, of course.

And you can call me Ada.

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

Then nice to meet you, Ada. Clark sure seems to talk a lot.

[soldyoursoul.livejournal.com]

You get points for dealing with that.

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

You learn to deal with a lot in my line of work.

[wilykatzd.livejournal.com]

Woah! You don't need to shop here!

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

I've come to realize this. Who are you?

[bloodlessfaith.livejournal.com]

What is with you heathens and your fucking lists?

[right-lane.livejournal.com]

Excuse me? Please watch your language. You've no right to either call me a heathen, or curse a list. Who are you?