The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.
You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma.
Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — Regardless of your will, you find your body doesn’t respond to you immediately. Instead, you hear a voice begin to resonate deep within you.
 I have seen much... But what I am not accustomed to, is being unable to see.
It was never our wish for those we saved to go through such an ordeal. People... are unpredictable. And you, Refugee, still continue to surprise us. That is why we cannot allow you to die just yet.
Refugee, I no longer have plans to intervene with this world — I have already done too much. Here on out, what happens below... must be resolved by you, its people, and fate. You and your friends before you have proven yourselves. Our eyes are upon you, and our hearts with you.
The Natha have become aware of how ill-prepared many of their new refugees are for the hardships below. While Darma has decided against direct intervention, the other Orbiters echo the opposite sentiment. With their homes destroyed and the ongoing trials that await them planetside imminent, they do not want refugees to descend without knowing exactly what they're getting into. Therefore, Roman and Zasere have set out to host a workshop in order to train the refugees for complex environment of El Nysa.
A new area has opened in Thesa Station: the Exhibition Hall. This vast open space has been configured to rival the size of the Hangar Station, with the north and south ends decorated accordingly. Refugees that have managed to return to Thesa will notice that the north end strongly resembles Olympia, while the south is a near replica of Wyver. Upon entering, you're given a goodie bag containing some postcards from either cities. There will be a variety of workshops available throughout this area. Each workshop is held in its own unique training room, separated only by high-durability glass for individual demonstrations to be observable to all in the vicinity. Workshops will focus on a few major topics that refugees should keep in mind when they reach land.
I — A HALL DIVIDED
The north side of the Exhibition Hall is fashioned to look exactly like a small section of Olympia. There are ghost-like projections of its people, seemingly going about their businesses as if to demonstrate their everyday living. There is even enough space for them to setup an example of a typical starter dormitory, and it wouldn't be a coincidence if it reminds you of room displays of the furniture stores back in your homeworld; Roman has been particularly inspired by magazines of various worlds.
Refugees who have been living or have visited Olympia will be highly encouraged to "sell" the Empire to the newly awoken. Until you find someone who is willing to do that, you'll find a fancy brochure inside your goodie bag, highlighting the benefits of choosing Olympia... however, there seems to be an earlier draft of it floating around, also.
Over on the south side is decorated will all kinds of tropical plant-life. Strangely enough, crossing the threshold of north and south, you'll also get a taste of the jungle heat, or is that only your imagination? Regardless, the presentation is to mirror the north: the Wyver people are shown as projections, making the space feel as populated as the canyons of Wyver. The sample living space is quite different here; all around, tents and wooden shacks are built to demonstrate what refugees might expect when living here. Similarly, refugee who are currently residing in the jungle city are also encouraged to talk about life there. The same brochure highlights this for the newly awoken.
On either side, you will be able to grab small trinkets from either cities; samples of food and wines, stickers, pins and buttons, and even photos of some of the more well-known natives. Wait, are those paintings of older refugees? Weird, but it's supposedly what you would expect from a convention for Darma's planet of El Nysa.
II — BLENDING IN
When you deal with natives, it's normal to feel a bit of anxiety. As far as you're aware, the natives don't know that you not only came from space, but other universes entirely. After this crash course, hopefully you will have the confidence to maintain a sane conversation with a native without getting any strange looks!
- A) One side of the demonstration room shows various scenes from Olympia and Wyver. They seem to be showcasing the day-to-day interactions of regular natives, but you might find that some of the projected individuals in the examples are strangely familiar, even under all the effects and filters. In fact, after taking a closer look, you'll find that these are relatively poor imitations of the refugees that have arrived before you, even though you're assured that they're just a coincidence.
 — This is Focket and Warrior 67. They were both refugees that were exiled from Olympia for a quest that resulted in all those involved being framed for a biological warfare attack! Focket and Warrior 67 decided to run off to Wyver where they currently live a peaceful quiet life allegedly. And that's the beauty of El Nysa! If you accidentally commit treason in one city, you may try your luck in another!
Before long, it becomes very clear that the instructional examples are meant to be the pre-existing refugees that arrived on the station to greet you. After all, there aren't many talking raccoons or white-haired soldiers with visors. Perhaps they're an early-riser from home, or a stranger that you met in the Mess Hall, or even in this very room with you. Makes you wonder where they got this from, doesn't it? At the very least, one thing becomes very clear: The Natha Orbiters weren't lying when they said they were watching.
- B) While there are ample 3D renders and projections all around the floor that anyone can have access to, you will immediately notice that there is an excess of them in the corner. These are renders that were wrongly coded or mistakenly conjured up, hence... you might notice "Koralle" is looking a little furry, or that one of the Wyvern Shamans look a little more fish-like. Either way, these renders still manage to serve a purpose.
In this corner you will be paired up with someone. Either you or them will be given a "role," and you must convincingly act and converse as such. For example, if one of you are given the role of "Wyver King," one of you must act accordingly, and the other must treat them with the proper respect. From there, the renders will judge.
If they give you a pass, you'll be allowed to the exit. If you don't, then you might be here for a while. As a general hint, things that seem to give people extra "performance points" are: mentioning certain landmarks, figures, or other key details relating to El Nysa (see: the brochure). This is a workshop for this purpose, after all.
III — PLANET NYSA EXHIBITION
Perhaps you've heard of this prior to opening your eyes here on Thesa Station: a promise of power in exchange for diligence and loyalty. Show them you are capable of "earning your keep," and the Natha Orbiters may bestow you with powers of your own.
In this workshop, the Orbiters are now allowing refugees to physically test these powers; this time, outside of the comfort of the virtual reality modules. From healing spells to the ability of flight, the sky is almost the limit with these newfound abilities. These powers are temporary, however, and do not last any longer than an hour. You're free to sample as many abilities as you'd like. But, once one is in effect, you cannot gain another without the first one running out its course.
Closest to the exit was the wildlife exhibition, summoning renders of both flora and fauna of Olympia and Wyver. This was meant to showcase the types of wildlife those heading planetside could expect. Don't let the promise of "projections" fool you! These renders are as poisonous, as dangerous, and as realistic as you might expect if you were seeing the real thing. In fact, they have become so unruly that some may have escaped their stations and are running amok, terrorizing everyone (Especially Zasere, who prepared them himself). On the bright side, you've still got those nifty borrowed powers, right?
Monsters aren't the only things you should be worried about. All over, the plantlife that found exposure from the chaos. From the broken glass that once contained them, some flora will have effects that may temporarily ail refugees in its vicinity. Be sure to check their labels if you are caught! Roman has begun handing out gloves and gas masks for this special occasion, being unwilling to destroy the specimen himself. He encourages all to contain them rather than kill!
While most of the flora and fauna have been handled rather quickly, the more agile ones can be seen around the station. One may have found its way to your meal in the Mess Hall, another may be hiding in the bathroom facilities. Wherever they are, it never hurts to practice some caution. Hopefully this gets cleared up before Darma catches wind... but even she would admit this is the most lively Thesa Station has been since that July many months ago.
IV — SOCIAL-LINKED(in)
By miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smart phone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:
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ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa
I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!
I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!
I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!
ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!
So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!
Far away from the chaos, you managed to find the massive section on the station known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to enter this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor — you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken.
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Lois Lane | Canon Point: end of Man of Steel
[ Acclimating to a new culture isn't a foreign concept to Lois, in fact... It's something she excels at. Blending in reduces the chance to be a target and learning about another's culture is a respectful way to work within it in order to get answers. To build trust. Doing the legwork to build a solid foundation isn't a strange concept. So, she absorbs all information offered to her, making careful notes and writing up a few phrases for starters.
Just because she's willing to blend in doesn't mean she isn't making mental notes of her own when it comes to some aspects of this training that make her hair stand on end. Those little things that just seem off. With time, she might be able to find an untraceable way to keep track of her own notes, but until then? She has no intention to write or type anything that might be viewed as a strongly dissenting opinion.
Patience is a virtue. As is caution. Of course, sometimes a cautious mask slips past and she can't help a soft noise that escapes, audible to the person next to her. ]
STASIS UNITS BECAUSE IT'S LOIS, YOU GUYS. C'MON.:
[ Usually, areas that come with a warning are something of a calling card for Lois. Off limits? We'll see about that. Not for the faint of heart? No problem. Working in a war zone tends to result in some pretty horrifying sights. She moves with quiet reverence through the pods out of respect for those that might contain family members of those here.
When she spots a familiar face, there's a hesitation as she raises a hand to touch the pod before allowing it to drop back to her side. Now wasn't the time. In her line of work, she didn't make a lot of close, personal connections. She didn't have much of a family and that meant seeing familiar faces wasn't going to spook her that much. Many of the ghosts in her past were long gone, dead before The Storm could have forced their paths to cross once again. ]
MESS HALL:
[ If there was one thing she was grateful for, it was arriving with her notebook in hand. Yes, it was unnerving to have just a cup of black coffee handed to her without her so much as saying anything, but there were bigger fish to fry. She starts tracking everything she's learned about the ongoing conflict and the factions at play. She also starts making some notes of centralizing a news network of some sort with the power to provide unbiased news on the ongoing situations. For that, she would need to build trust with the right people and take it slow.
First? A little draft work of her proposal so it's concise and clear without coming off as overbearing or meddling. Don't mind her as she furiously scratches a few lines out here and there, cursing under her breath before starting over. And yes, it's completely normal to talk to yourself while working. ]
WILD CARD:
[ choose your own adventure. ]
SOCIAL-LINKED:
@l.lane (Early 30s), Earth
I'M SKILLED IN: Writing, organization, journalistic integrity, persistent
I'M LOOKING FOR: Fellow writers that might be interested in assisting the establishment of a news agency of sorts.
ALSO, I'M: N/A
mess hall.
[ Lost is — not a new feeling, really, always settles about the shoulders weird. She hasn't bothered to change from the clothes they woke up in: her blue and red, cape about her shoulders. She doesn't especially want to, if there are friends or family waking up they need to see her like a beacon, they need to know she's there for them. And in the meantime... she should get to know the other faces here. ]
[ She points to the cup, ]
Need a refill?
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Her expression shifts from a look of soft confusion to a warm smile, taking a breath before speaking. ]
That would be great, thanks. I'm Lois, by the way.
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Nice to meet you, Lois. My name is Kara Zor-El.
[ She wanders to the coffee machine, and returns a few moments later with two cups, handing one over to Lois. ]
Did you just wake up here too?
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Hmm... Well, one way to find out.
She gives a quiet thank you, bringing the cup to her lips and savoring in the warmth. ]
Yes. It's a rather strange experience-- [ She loosely gestures to her work on the table. ] I'm trying to make sense of some of it. A task I don't think I can accomplish in one sitting.
[ Leaning back, she studies Kara, brows knitting slightly as she shifts the conversation somewhat abruptly. ] You wouldn't happen to be familiar with the name Clark Kent, would you?
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[ She'd said her name was Lois. ]
No way. Lois Lane?
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Yes. Are you--
[ There are a few options of how that question could be finished, not sure about any of the answers. Assumptions jump to the forefront of her mind, but they don't slip off the tip of her tongue. Sister, daughter, wife, friend, cousin? One step at a time. ]
Judging by the attire, would it be safe to guess you're related to him?
[ Process of elimination. ]
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stasis pods
When she wakes up.
When she wakes up.
That's why he's more than a shocked, more than a little shaken, really, when he comes to her pod and sees that there's no one in there, that the space is empty. There's a moment of fear (did they give up on her? was she unable to be saved?) before he focuses himself, focuses his hearing, his senses, and tries to find her. It leads him... well, to another pod. Another pod... and-]
Lois?
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There's a wash of confusion turning to relief turning to happiness when she sees him, a smile forming easily on her lips. ]
Clark.
[ She hesitates only for a moment before crossing to him - needing to make sure he's real. Brains have been known to do some funny things when under a large amount of stress. ]
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Well, he'd more than likely been in a casket.
He pushes those thoughts away, though. Because she's here and he's here. They're here.
Lois. Lois. Seeing her up and awake and alive... ]
Did you-
[ He swallows and offers the small bouquet of flowers to her awkwardly, even as his eyes shine. ]
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Oh.
Oh god. If her guess was right, this would definitely be something of a shock to see her up and moving around. Without hesitation, she lightly cups his cheek. For her, this kind of personal connection with him is still relatively new and she doesn't want to overstep bounds. Especially considering how overwhelming this might be. ]
I'm here and I'm ready to help however I can.
[ She isn't sure where the question he started was going, her mind not going to his fate that awaits them in her future. ]
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She's not surprised to see him up. She's not surprised to see him alive.
Does that mean- What does that mean? Does it mean what he thinks it means? Does it mean she's like Diana, from before everything?
He can't know for certain, but if that's the case, well-]
There's plenty to do, Lo. I can tell you that.
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[ There's a strange vulnerability she allows to peek through. Maybe it's the emotional culmination of the implications wrapped in the training they were put through while playing certain roles and learning how to properly immerse themselves. That seeming need to blend into the established society or the consequences of the conflict exploding around them... Or just the incredible quiet of this place and that recognition of a morbid obsession that could be formed here. A fixation to search each face in the chambers for someone familiar and just waiting. Or, perhaps, praying to whatever deity someone holds near and dear.
It could be so easy to fall into a bitter pattern if you had to watch others bask in the bliss of reunions while you're left in the cold.
Her gaze passes back to a few of the pods, hand fidgeting with her collar for a moment. ]
Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere else.
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apology! travel + pretravel schnah
no worries! i'm super chill about tagging speeds :D
mess hall
The woman's muttering keeps dragging him out of concentration, though. He's glanced once up over the top of his pages, a dead-eyed squint, and gone back to ignoring it. After a while it's a little much, but he can't help noticing the particularly clever bend to it. (Can't help noticing she's pretty cute too, but that's a given around these parts. They don't seem inclined to wake up anyone that would score less than a 7, and what does that tell you about Orbiter impartiality?)]
Aiming to set up a life as the next Barbara Walters, are we? [Richie lays the book flat and leans forward on his elbows.] Might want to keep the plans under better wraps, some other hotshot reporter might try to swipe it from you.
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Barbara Walters never won a Pulitzer Prize.
[ She doesn't take being compared to an up and coming Barbara Walters as an insult, in fact... It's quite the opposite. Barbara got far in her career, but Lois was nowhere near the end of hers. This was just a hiccup in the journey. ]
Sorry if I disturbed you, sometimes I tend to talk to myself when I'm working through a few things and trying to adjust. [ She gives a soft laugh, directed entirely at herself. ] Not sure how much of my plans would help a hotshot reporter and if you're said hotshot reporter, have at it. I've barely even built a foundational structure that could support any of my theor-- I'm sorry. You probably didn't need or want to know any of that.
[ Frustration and confusion often enjoys an unwilling sounding board. It's why she theorizes in private, usually. ]
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Well, shee-yit. If I'd have known I was in the presence of a bonafide celebrity I'd have brought a marker so's you could sign my tits. Alas, poor me...
[Yet he folds his arms on the table, genuinely curious now. She seems nice. Sane. A stranger, which is a kind of comfort in a time like this. He'd rather steer clear of the familiar for now.
He laughs as she babbles, shaking his head.]
Don't fret. I've got exactly zero designs on your grand schemes. I was a DJ. Closest I ever got to reporting was the interviews, and after Ozzy Osbourne I think any drive I had to hit up the New York Times fizzled and died. Call me curious though—what's the theory?
[He cups his chin in his hand, raising his brows.] Illuminate me.
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She files away the information he provides into her mental rolodex, adjusting slightly in her chair, heels lightly clicking against the floor with the movement. Lois is silent for a long moment, weighing the pros and cons of divulging what's simply a theory. ]
It's not-- I need to learn more about this place before I share any coherent sentences about my theories about us being here or what's going on. [ And she doesn't know who might be listening considering that training scenario with 'Warrior 67' seemed a little too specific to be comfortable. She opts for a transition, considering she'd probably already said too much in a public forum. The last thing she really wanted to do was get into trouble within her first week here. So-- ]
How long have you been here?
she's so cute, i hope you're apping! if not just know she's great and so are you
[If they ask at all. That's a whole other ballgame, a lot less blind fanaticism and a great deal more debate. Sounds like a hobby for the eggheads of the world. Could he even name ten journalists off the bat and not borrow six from the Mary Tyler Moore show? How about outside of Rolling Stone?
The protest sounds fair enough to his ears. He'd be saying the same if you'd cornered him on his first few days. And she is new, what with the way that pen is whipping across the page. Overstimulated and in need of a sieve to filter the thoughts, the theories. And she looks...well. In good health, let's put it that way. Most of the other refugees are either branded by the scars of the hostage situation or looking like they need to sleep like Rip Van Winkle.]
How long? Humm...it was, ha ha, "November" when I got here. March is almost over now, so I suppose we're talking close to five months. What's the date where you're from? [He takes another sip of his coffee. She knows Miss Barbara, so she can't be that far off. But her hair is slick, not the teased and curled standard he knows most girls liked at home, and there's no padded shoulders on her jacket. Probably a few years forward then. He offers her a smile.] May, 1985 for me. Before you ask.
lskdjfldj you're too sweet and she was accepted!
[ It could be worse, and the fact that it's not is something she's grateful for. The insanity of the world around her hasn't fully caught up with her fans. Although, if she's honest with herself, she may be speaking too soon. The world only went to hell in a handbasket not that long ago. She hasn't seen the full fallout of the almost apocalypse.
5 months. Well, he seemed to have adjusted well. As for her overall feelings? She masks her stress well, comes with being in high stress and life or death situations regularly. It'll catch up with her in a few days... She knows that and so, she's going to get as much done before that time came. Before it all hit and she takes time to recharge her batteries and come to terms with her new life.
198-- ] 2013. Quite a jump from you. [ She sits there stunned for a moment, trying to wrap her mind around the span of the storm. ] A storm spanning at least 28 years across possible universes. What the hell...
[ Just give her a minute while she comes to terms with that. And in order to test a theory-- ] Have you ever heard of the city of Metropolis?
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it says 4th walling is okay in your permissions but stop me if this is no bueno
yup it's cool
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I'M HERE. stasis unit.
[ It's March, just a week after Dick's birthday, and Bruce has been visiting him specially, reviewing some old case notes, some memory that's not soured in the years that led Dick to leave for Bludhaven. He's been frozen carefully in this pod for months, and Bruce is ready to wait for months for him to wake up. He's fine here, he's coping — but there's no living without his family. ]
[ — and he's always aware of anyone else here, especially when it's one of the cycles people are waking up. Bruce has his watch with him, the one that shifts perception just a little, makes him look like an ordinary man in his mid forties, if with a decent taste in suits and more well-built than one could expect. Not Bruce Wayne, billionaire philanthropist. That mask has not served him here. ]
[ She's down the corridor, but as distance closes — Lois Lane. Bruce slips effortlessly into the body language of someone who'd prefer to quietly walk past her. He can follow later, have her followed, to be sure it's her. ]
Pardon me.
omg bruce pls, also let me know if this works if he wants to follow her
And honestly, she doesn't dedicate too much time to figuring it out... Attributing it to being surrounded by ghosts of a sort. Looking for something familiar to hold onto rather than an abstract idea that there might be people here that she cares about in these pods.
Instead of following the mystery man, she gets back to her search through the pods, finally stopping with a sharp intake of breath. ]
Oh, Perry...
[ Perry White was a staple in her life and while she often butted heads with her boss, seeing him like this was difficult. They'd survived what she thought might be the end of the world. Her hand lifts to touch the pod before letting it drop to her side like it has so many times before while here. Who else was here? Had they grabbed Colonel Hardy before he sacrificed himself? Did they have Steve still holding his two tickets trying to land a date with an intern? Did they have Martha? What about Clark--
Rather than allowing herself to fall into the bottomless tailspin that was this train of thought, she scans their network looking for familiar faces and that's when she sees Clark's profile. Her posture shifts slightly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. If the profile was active, that had to mean he was still here.
Alright, it was time to stop walking with ghosts for a moment and rejoin the living... And see if she could find that man she crossed paths with and get some answers there, too. One step at a time. ]
looks good!! I'm sorry he's weird lmk if you need me to edit anything
[ And anyone who can unsettle Amanda Waller is someone worth having in the loop. He'd lied to Trevor, the first time, seeing him, and he doesn't intend to do different here, maybe it reads like cowardice. Not wanting to look her in the eye after what he'd done. ]
Coffee machine is over there, [ he says politely as she passes. ]
I wasn't sure if the masked perception also changed his voice at all - also lois was accepted
The voice draws her out of her seeming mission for something hot to chase off the emotional chill. Recognition tries to click into place the moment he speaks more than two words. It's familiar...
Interesting.
Possibly Bruce Wayne, in the flesh... If she had to wager a bet. It wouldn't be a stretch for him to have that technology available to him to mask his face and distort his voice, but why? It's a curious thing and if he wants to hide in plain sight, she'll go along with it for now. She stops and smiles, doing her best to not let on that she'd just taken on a new puzzle to file as a subset to the big picture. She needed more information from him to confirm if her suspicions were true.]
Is it that obvious that I'm new? Thanks for the tip.
[ Lois carries on as though nothing has changed, journal in one hand as she grabs a cup of coffee. She almost takes a seat at another table to allow him some space and give herself some time for research of her own, but what's the use in that? Especially if this was Bruce Wayne, she doubted he'd have left her any bread crumbs he didn't want to be found. And if it's not? Still equally curious. She heads right back over to him, a friendly smile back in place. ]
Do you mind if I join you?
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Not at all, please.
[ His persona here is friendlier, charming, if a little gruff. The Gray Ghost is as terse as he requires — deprived of both his masks he simply fishes another two out of his pockets, that serve the purpose. Very few people here know of the existence of the Batman. ]
[ And even fewer have learnt about Bruce. ]
It seems like I'll be the one disturbing you.
[ He nods to her journal. ]
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Her eyes follow the nod, a hand coming to rest caringly on the leather-bound tan book. ]
I tend to take this with me wherever I go, an old habit that comes with my job back home.
[ And now to play dumb on the off chance that she was wrong. ]
Where are my manners-- [ She extends a hand across the table, eyes meeting his. ] --Lois Lane.
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