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“Just because it sounds exciting doesn’t mean you should be going after it,” Chloe sighed.

Lois was a little baffled with her cousin sometimes, honestly. Chloe wasn’t really happy that Lois had—entirely by accident, really—started growing into Chloe’s old territory not just of reporting but at the Daily Planet. But then, Lois suspected there was more. Her little cousin’s idea of her present and future was shifting, and whatever it was she was dealing with and wasn’t sharing, it was big. She wished Chloe would let her help with that load…

But as long as she wasn’t, Lois was going to just keep doing what she was doing. “Hey, was I right?”

“Yes, but—”

“Are sales up?”

“Yes…”

Lois smiled. “And was it the right thing to do to make sure people knew?”

“Well, yes…”

“So what’s your problem?”

Chloe threw up her hands. “Just—did you have to almost get yourself killed to do it?”

Lois shrugged. “Hey, if the boiler hadn’t sprung a leak, I’d’ve thought of some way to get myself out. Pretty handy that it did, though.” And lucky, too, that the bad guys had gotten tangled up in the ruins of the chain link fence long enough for authorities to get there… but having luck like that was just part and parcel of being Lois Lane.

“What are you two arguing about?”

Both women turned as Clark walked in the door. Chloe was giving him a flat look, and Lois rolled her eyes internally. No use taking out her irritation on the farm boy, honestly! “Just a headline-worthy breaking news story from yours truly.”

He smiled a little at her. “Did you almost get yourself killed again, Lois?”

“Nah. Regulation day at the office.” His smile just grew as Chloe scowled at them both. “Come on, Smallville. Chloe needs a pick-me-up and I deserve a reward. Coffee and pastries, you’re buying.”

“Why me?”

“Do I see you doing anything for this by-line?”

Lois smiled with satisfaction as she grabbed her purse and swept out the door, leaving Clark stifling a laugh behind her as he urged Chloe out of her chair to join them.
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The Smallville Drinking Game!
General Rule Set
(Note: Some seasons may have additional, season-specific rules.)
(Note: Subject to editing; send mail/comment with further rules suggestions, or season-specific ones!)
* = Disqualified for instant death by alcohol poisoning at viewer discretion

DISCLAIMER: This drinking came is capable of killing at least a roomful of people drinking sequentially. Play at your own risk.


You didn't need that liver, right? )
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Lois gets into trouble. A lot of trouble. Some of it is because she gets connected to Superman in people's eyes, or even to Clark if he's irritated someone. She's a great hostage, as a rule.

Most of it, of course, is because she's abrasive and because she investigates for a living. She will investigate anything sketchy or which might be hurting people or taking advantage of innocents.

Of course, she needs things to investigate! I'd love everything and anything. If you think she would be screwed over in some way by going after your character, or find someone who might even turn into an ally, this is the place to poke me!

I can also be contacted by email (fractaldawn at gmail), AIM (Fractal Dawn), and PMing this journal. Even if I'm slow to tag, I am very quick with communication.

No, I have no Plurk or Twitter or Facebook.

All comments are screened, naturally. If you want it to be open for group plotting, don't mind if it's Secret, etc., just put Open in the subject or indicate it in your tag!
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This is in three parts.

On her dormant ability )

Investigative Reporting is hijinx )

Canon Pop-Culture Ahoy )

Permissions
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Lois had been... okay, not avoiding Clark per se--she wasn't going out of her way to be where he wasn't or anything. A little less present by his side during the day, maybe. She decided to forgo her habit of stealing his coffee, and of sitting on his desk and keeping him from working until he'd agreed to proofread for her.

And it wasn't exactly because she wanted to avoid him, either--he was the best friend she had, after all--but things always got a little awkward right after she had to turn someone down.

(Not to mention she probably would have at least agreed to one date, even if it wasn't going to work out in the end, if it hadn't been for--

Well.)

And, well, he had said to tell him if anything... changed. So maybe it wasn't just one of those momentary-whim type things (though this was Clark, he always took relationships so ridiculously seriously that seemed unlikely anyway.) Either way, the whole thing was a mess now, that much was clear. Hopefully it wouldn't make things with Clark too horrendously awkward in the long term, but you never really knew, did you.

Which is why tonight she's curled up on the couch, CNN muted in the background, determinedly making her way through a pint of Rocky Road.
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Lois pulled into the parking lot by the lake, and couldn’t help but smile wryly. She hadn’t been out here all summer—in a couple summers, really. Work just took so much time these days, after all.

After a quick check to make sure her favorite local microbrew was still in a cooler in front of the back of the passenger seat, she turned off the car. (The cooler really was just in case; after all, this was Smallville; no harm in having a little extra for dinner after, just in case all he had was the couple bottles left over from the last time she was at the farm.) She ran one last inventory in her head: wrap skirt easy to dispose of, check; sun-screen: check; swimsuit on to maximize water-time: check; beach ball to toss with the kid: check; towel: check; sunglasses: check; water and snacks: check; second cooler of ice cream in the trunk which would totally get broken into early whatever Clark said: check. But I refuse to tell him this was the best idea he’s had in a while. Don’t want it going to his head.

Grabbing the bag of gear from the seat next, she slid out of the car, scanning the lake area for Clark. He would be much easier to spot than the sproglet, after all. Finally she spotted him and started trotting in their general direction. “Yo, Smallville!”
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Lois is that odd dichotomy of straight-forward and nuanced in her own peculiar way, and I'd love to get feedback on how closely to the mark I'm hitting with her. Comments are screened, no IP logging, the usual--but you don't have to do anonymous. I promise I don't bite

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Lois Joanne Lane

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Lois Lane's Rules of Reporting

1) Always know your source.
2) Always make a good first impression (and don't screw up with the boss).
3) Do whatever it takes to get the story.
4) If something seems too weird to be true, it usually is.
5) Never take deadlines too seriously.
6) Triple check your facts.
7) Put all the good stuff at the beggining.
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