♞ eighth batsignal

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[Bruce had managed to head over to Lana's in order to play Monopoly with her. For the past forty minutes to an hour the journal has recorded their game. Bruce insisted to ensure her that he wouldn't cheat ~ or that she wouldn't either... but he didn't exactly word it that way. However the game is entirely boring and Bruce hadn't recalled that part of the game. Hostile Global take overs were much more entertaining than this game... though he did like being the little car]

Lana I still can't believe I owe you that much for landing on St. James Place... [glances to her and pays her the paper cash before handing her the die]

Your roll. [and he tilts her head at her because she's staring at the die for a bit longer than she had been before] Lana? Everything alright?

Who... are you?

[looks at her a bit oddly]

It's Bruce? Bruce Wayne?

[aaand Lana screams and jumps up from the coffee table where they'd been playing the game.... and there goes the coffee table and their game]

Lana... it's alright, what happened?



[ooc: Lana's loss start!]

Comments

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ stares at the broken coffee table in shock. Did SHE do that? Then she stares at Bruce ]

How come you...know my name? You're a...a stranger!

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[yeah that table thing is a bit odd, but not as odd as Lana is acting]

I know your name because we're friends... Lana what's going on?

[luthored.livejournal.com]

Nuh uh! I don't have any grown-up friends.

Where am I? How come...

[ looks around, then looks down at herself ]

I'm not me! A-and...my voice is funny! How come?! Where's my...

[ paaause, since her permanent loss is her Aunt Nell, so she can't even remember who's supposed to take care of her ]

I'm s'posed to be with someone! It's..um...! It's not you!

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[stands up and takes a step back just to give her space]

You're in Paradisa... right now you're in your room at the Inn in the city... and your voice isn't funny and neither is your body. But I have a feeling this is all very uh- new for you. [aaand what is with him upsetting women this week??]

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ stares at him again, then turns to try and find a mirror, and she runs over to look as soon as she does ]

I'm a...grown-up.

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

You're a grown up, yes. [runs his hands through his hair and thankfully he has his journal and hears a voice]

Just.. just stay put alright? I'm not gonna hurt you.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ is too busy squinting at herself in the mirror to really listen at first, then looks over her shoulder ]

Like a dream! Are you my husband? Is this our house? Do we have a baby? Can I hold it?

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[half listening and then WHOA caught that one]

What? Are we- What? No! [realizes how stunned that sounds and corrects himself to be more polite because it's not that Lana isn't great, but he barely knows her and kids... and why is he rationalizing this???]

No Lana, we're not married. We're not even datin- [kind of figures she's a bit younger so he phrases it differently] We're not even boyfriend and girlfriend, so no babies either.

You have a horse though... and a Rapid- [yeah she might not know that one] and another horse.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ takes a step back ]

You are a stranger.

If...this is a dream, I want my mom and dad to show up! Right now!

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

I'm not a stranger to you, we were playing Monopoly - the board game? You were - well you were wiping the floor with me, but anyway we were playing and then you were very confused, and I'm sure this is all very confusing... but I don't know where your parents are and this isn't a dream.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ really looking like she's panicking now, before she turns and runs out of the room. Of course she can hardly control her speed, so she's gone in a flash ]

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

Lana? [and then she's gone and ... oh that's not good and holy crap she's fast]

Well... that's not what I expected. [and it takes him a second to get over the whole GONE! thing before he moves to the door quickly and opens it stepping out into the rain and darkness]

Lana? [uhhh glances around wishing he had nightvision at least until his eyes adjust] Lana? [aaand there she is and he approaches her carefully]

Hey... you're going to catch cold out here. Come on, we'll get you inside and I'll get Clark to come out. Maybe he's familiar?

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ standing there like HOLY FUCK WHAT WAS THAT in confusion before jumping and turning at his voice ]

Clark?

[ the name's familiar, but it's not like they're bffs or anything. Still, it's enough to make her hesitate ]

The boy next door? He's um...he's...here? Where?

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

Yeah the boy next door, though he's a grown up now too... so you might not recognize him but I'm sure he knows a bit more about you. You won't think he's a stranger I hope.

[tries to place a hand on her shoulder to try and get her to come with her]

Come on, the rain just gets worse the later it gets.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ pauses, then gets on high alert when he says Clark's also grown up, thinking this must be some weird grown-up-verse! But he makes the mistake of touching her and she screams again, reaching out to shove at his shoulder ]

No touching!

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[aaand there goes Bruce's hearing and well... Bruce as well back more than a few feet and there's certainly a popping sound that he knows all too well is his shoulder being pushed out of socket which.. well hurts but Bruce holds it in, groaning rather loudly and realizes that the mud plus the force of the blow plus the more rain has just landed him on his ass which hurts as well]

Great. I liked these jeans too. [stands up, clutching his shoulder with his good hand]

Lana... [crap where'd the journal go... mud mud ... ah-ha! journal ~ sorry Clark you have muddy pages now] Really... I won't touch you, but we need to get inside.

[supes]

[that's not good]

Lana?

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[see he knew it was a good idea to keep the journal open!]

Hey - uh.. [thinks of the name] Clark right? It's Bruce.

[supes]

Yeah, it's Clark. Is Lana okay? What's going on?

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

I think - well I'd say she has amnesia or a head injury but this feels more like a - [thinks on it] Is anyone else in the castle suddenly unaware of where they are? Maybe it's one of those weird day things?

[supes]

As far as I know, everyone else is alright. It's probably a loss... [pause] Uh... how much do you know about Lana?

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[bit of a pause -- a LONG one cause Lana had just escaped for a moment into the rain so have some watery drops on the page as he grabs the journal for a moment before going back toward Lana]

I know she's good at Monopoly and she's asking for her parents, and apparently she's got lightning speed.

Bruce

[supes]

[oh shit. he pauses, and pulls on his jacket. Like he can do anything about it, but dear god. He blacks out the comment about her speed with a marker]

If she's asking for her parents she's got to be a little kid. And the speed... let's keep that between us.

Where are you guys? I can't get close to her –– it's complicated –– but I can talk to her.

Clark

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[goes back to even filter that as well... he was sort of distracted]

Sorry about the mud... we're still outside near the Inn she's staying at, and apparently not keen on me - the stranger touching her. She dislocated my shoulder.

Bruce

[supes]

[yeah, so going there, even if this is a bad idea.]