http://morewildcherry.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] morewildcherry.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-09-23 10:14 am

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Coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee.

Lois couldn’t remember the last time she had REAL coffee and it was driving her up the walls. A few hours before arriving here? Was that it? She’d been so busy freaking out and running around the city and looking for her missing cousin that coffee had taken a backseat that day, and she wished she had.

Everything in this place would be a lot better if she had caffiene in her system, and that’s why she was sitting in the Sensoriums, in a nice little Metropolis coffee shop, with a copy of the Daily Planet on the table in front of her, enjoying fake-coffee at her leisure. When life gave you fake coffee, the only thing to do was take it and privately grumble about nothing in particular.

She uncapped a conveniently provided permanent marker, and blackened out the header (“CITY TO EXPAND BUS ROUTES PAST SHUSTER AVENUE”) and marked in her own words in big block letters.

STAR REPORTER LOIS LANE KIDNAPED BY ALIEN SPACESHIP.

(Okay, so it was a bit cramped.)

Lois sat back in her seat, taking another sip of coffee, and contemplated opening lines. Probably something to do with “taking it in stride, once again punching life in the face”, but that seemed a bit unprofessional.

So she wrote:

Witnesses battle over a football, finds a death pen, scottish boys and medeival m Medivel nights and Smallville’s meteor freak cousin and lives to tell the tale

She chewed on the end of the marker for a sec, and then slammed it down in frustration.

“Who am I kidding? They won’t run this. I’m going to be shoved in Belle Reve the second I open my mouth.”
whyarewehere: (-No kiddin'?)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2009-09-23 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Grif smells coffee. It's in the sensoriums. Somebody has coffee. He wants some.
But the problem is it's in the sensoriums. Tex can be solid in there, and if Tex can be solid it's not a good place to be.
But still. Grif smells coffee.

Somebody else called it up, so he wouldn't be all alone. It might be worth it to try. So, hoping for the best, he enters.

"Who's getting shoved where, and what is that fantastic smell?"
whyarewehere: (-looking over shoulder)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2009-09-23 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Grif, that sucks, and awesome," he answers even as he's en route to get some coffee of his own.

"God I missed this stuff. It's been months at least."

Supply drops in Blood Gulch are not only sporadic, but it's never guaranteed they'll have what you want.
whyarewehere: (-Thinkin')

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2009-09-23 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"After so long you have time to go through withdrawal. And that's really bad. Then after that you just miss it like hell," he explains casually.

Grif gets a cup and heads over to Lois' table, it's a place to sit and so far she doesn't seem mad at him. That's not usually the case with women on this ship, so he'll take it.

"Take my advice: Anybody ever asks you if you want to go fight a war against some aliens? Say 'no'."

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[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-09-23 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a problem, isn't it?"

Allen was never one not to intrude on somebody else's private city, especially if it meant coffee.

"Go somewhere amazing, see something fantastic, but try to tell anybody about it and they lock you in the clink. How are the espressos?"

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-09-23 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's true, it can't. You just have to make sure you have adequate proof before you release it. Or that you're willing to go through the psychological wringer to be believed." He raises his eyebrows cheerfully. "Sounds great. I could use some caffeine. And here it is."

One of the espressos appears in front of him. "I really like this place. The coffee shop and the Sensoriums, I mean. Not that Stacy isn't fascinating as fuck. So, you're a reporter?"

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-09-23 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, keep those bitches well-preserved. If I was a reporter, I'd be fighting you for them."

He already knew. Because he's creepy like that. So he doesn't flip a fanboy shit, just accepts her hand and shakes it.

"Allen Gentry. Co-head of Engineering and principal of Gentry U. I'd tell you who I worked for on Earth, but then I'd have to kill you." He raises his eyebrows cheerfully. "You can put that in your piece if you want."

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-09-24 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I'm supposed to be the meteor freak cousin, except I'm not sure where the meteors come in," says Kon, peeking over her shoulder.

Hey, when'd he get there? Almost like he floated in.

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-09-24 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Careful with that jabbing, Lois, or you might break a finger.

"That'd be because there aren't meteor rocks. Least I don't think there are. I'm not sure what exactly you're talking about."

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-09-24 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Kon makes a face, like this: :\

"Depends on what you know, whether I can tell you that," he says, plopping into the chair opposite her, and leaning back with his feet up on the table.

"So what do you know?"

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[identity profile] riseupnchargem.livejournal.com 2009-09-24 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie hadn't realized just how much he'd missed coffee until he caught a whiff of it coming from the sensoriums.

Cautiously he poked his head in and glanced around. The pretendy-coffeeshop appeared to be largely deserted, save for a single young woman obsessing over a newspaper. Jamie being Jamie, he was vaguely unnerved by this, but by god now that he'd smelled coffee he wanted some of it. He ventured in and procured a cup - black, the way he'd always drunk it. Coffee get.

And good coffee it was, too. He regarded the newspaper woman pensively as he took a sip. She was kind of muttering to herself, not that Jamie could really blame her, considering the situation they were all in.

"...who won't run what?" he asked, from a safe distance.

[identity profile] riseupnchargem.livejournal.com 2009-09-24 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Mn." Jamie nodded idly. "Yeah, probably not. Unless you work for a tabloid or something." He took another sip of his coffee. It made him feel strangely melancholy, or moreso than usual, at any rate; reminded him of everything else he missed from his previous life. Like his friends. And his Zoid. And toilets that didn't horrify him.

He sighed through his nose and glanced back at the woman. "So you work for a paper, huh? Where're you from?"

[identity profile] riseupnchargem.livejournal.com 2009-09-24 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Phrases like 'biggest newspaper in the world' held considerably less meaning in places like this than they might somewhere else, Jamie reflected. While the Daily Planet was apparently pretty important in Lois Lane's world, Jamie'd never heard of it. He merely nodded again, judiciously. "Have to take your word for it, I guess.

"'m Jamie Hemeros. I'm from, uh. A planet called Zi. Specifically I lived on a base in the desert in south-central Europa. Up until about three years ago, anyway." He shrugged and drank again, regarding Lois almost blandly.

[identity profile] ihasvision.livejournal.com 2009-09-25 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you'd be surprised by what people believe. I mean, I lied about being psychic back home and people believe it. There's two P's in kidnapped by the way. And medieval is spelled M-E-D-I-E-V-A-L."

[identity profile] ihasvision.livejournal.com 2009-10-02 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, but I'm not a writer. I'm a police consultant. Who fakes being psychic. Kinda like the Mentalist, except I'm actually funny."