( open ) turns into gold in the sunlight

[contacts]

who: lois lane + various
what: a tough as nails journalist gets bitten by a firefly or two and becomes very affectionate
when: saturday, april 29th
where: the park and a bar
warnings: adults in love ("gross" — jon kent)



✘ for jon (closed)

[ there are probably better and healthier means of bonding with a child than taking them out for ice cream once a week, but this is something that lois already knows works and she's still at a loss on how to feel about jonathan kent. he's her son, but he isn't her son, not really. she isn't ready for children and doesn't know if she'll ever be. just because some version of her in another universe had a child at some point in her life doesn't mean that lois ever will, she knows that.

it doesn't really matter, though. she's the adult here and jon's so quick to call her mom, he obviously misses his mother and admires his father endlessly and lois isn't going to fail him just because she never counted on having children. besides, spending time with him is not exactly a hardship. he's cute, generally easy-going, he hasn't thrown any tantrums or anything — the other her probably did a pretty good job raising him. or he just got all that from clark.

so she invites him out for ice cream again and they walk through the park with it. lois has managed to escape the fireflies so far, though she's heard about them. it isn't really the time of day she expects them to be out, though, and so she isn't paying attention — until she feels one bite her in the arm. ]

Damn. [ she probably shouldn't swear around a minor, should she? ]

✘ for taako (closed)

[ lois thinks clark is out exploring, and she's not quite willing to just go back to the housing that she still refuses to call a home. so she texts someone she hadn't been sure she'd contact again instead, someone she's pretty sure will listen and get a kick out of it without making a fuss about it later.

she might have been skeptical about his magic, but she'd like to think that she got a good read on who he is as a person despite that and he'd seemed, well, nice. she really needs more people to drink with, to spend time with outside of work.

that's an odd thought; work has always been everything to lois.

once at the bar, it isn't difficult at all to spot taako. ] Thanks for meeting me. [ she says with a grin that's a lot softer than any expression she's worn during their previous meeting. ]

✘ for peggy (closed)

[ at some point, lois leaves taako alone at their table for a while to freshen up in the restrooms and to get more drinks. leaning against the bar, she meets the gaze of a woman with dark hair in beautiful rolls, immaculate lipstick, a glass of some dark amber liquid in front of her. ]

Scotch? [ lois asks, and ] Can you recommend it?

✘ open

[ between spending time with jon and meeting taako for drinks, lois can be found on a park bench with a soppy grin on her face, ready to tell just about anyone about how great a partner clark kent is.

alternatively, come chat with her in the bar while taako's on a bathroom break or getting more drinks. ]

Comments

[mannerism]

[ heaven help her but she smiles. ]

An interesting career no doubt. I hope they spared you the commentary about how a man should be appointed to this sort of a task. It's what most would do in my time.

[contacts]

Oh, there's plenty of measuring dicks still going on, especially in the military, but I grew up an army brat. I can handle myself.

[ lois' smile is fierce, for a moment. ]

[mannerism]

[ hell, she laughs, the sound of it bounces off the walls. were there anyone else there that had known her, they might have been stunned. apparently all it takes is the right company. ]

I think I might know what it's like.

[ might. ]

[contacts]

You think.

[ lois' tone is dry, but there's plenty humour in her expression. ] You're from when, after World War II? [ an educated guess. ]

Sexism was still more widespread than it is in my time.

[mannerism]

What gave me away?

[ her smile is sharp but not with any ill-intentions. Peggy leans in, rests her chin on her palm, elbow on the bar. ]

Was it the hairdo or all this talk of war?

[ and, after a pause, ]

1946, as it happens.

[contacts]

The talk of war and of propaganda. But the hair helped.

[ lois lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ] And I'm in investigative journalism. I have some practice putting two and two together.

[mannerism]

Thank heavens for true journalism. For so long, all we read about is war and how we are bound to win it.

[ she lifts her glass, offers it for a clink. ]

Is that what you do here, too?

[contacts]

It is.

[ they gave her a job at riverview news network, which is either a gross oversight and stupid on their part, or actually a show of good intentions. lois isn't sure yet which. ] And you?

[mannerism]

Riverview Police Force.

[ a little nod. it's hardly the ssr but it's a start. ]

At your service, if you ever need our assistance.

[contacts]

That's good to know.

[ lois hardly thinks she'll ever need a rescue from the police; clark probably has that covered. but for information? having a contact in the police would be helpful. ]

I've got to ask: would you be opposed to answering some questions now and again about police business? Nothing classified.

[mannerism]

Are you after information, miss Lane?

[ not one to beat around the bush, this one but then, neither is Peggy. ]

How often is now and again?

[ she's not opposed. Lois provided her with exactly what she wanted to hear, nothing classified, peggy can stomach that.

[contacts]

I'm a journalist. Of course I'm after information. [ lois gives a shrug and a quick grin. ]

Whenever there's something interesting happening.

[mannerism]

That's a rater vast time period.

[ not at all specific. clever. ]

Very well. You're buying, however.

[ whatever it is they'll be drinking. ]

[contacts]

[ lois knows words. she knows how to manipulate them when she needs to, too.

her smile is warm, if a little smug. ] Gladly. [ annd she waves the bartender over for a refill. ]