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Ho hummmm.
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clarklike wrote in paradisa
[Clark's been pretty scarce. It's a bit hard to disappear for a bit when he has to keep an eye on Lois and make sure nothing spills over, but keeping under the radar's never been hard. And even if he could disappear, he doesn't have his giant ice fortress here to vanish into.

In a couple days, they would start part two of it all, anyway.

The kitchen is a high traffic zone, so instead he'll just be letting himself into the library, finding a quiet table and sitting down with his coffee and his paper. He'll make an entry when he's found the words for it.

Until then, he's just going to hang out somewhere that isn't his or Lois' rooms.

The library's (usually) pretty relaxed, anyway.]

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[Lois finds her way into the library with her own cup of fresh brewed coffee, and comes up behind him, trailing a hand along his shoulders as she steps around into view and plunks down in a chair.]

News as vanilla as ever?


I don't know, pottery sales are really daring for the city.

I'd love to sneak a real article in there, give the townspeople a good morning jolt with their cup of Joe. Not that they probably actually process what they're reading anyways.

Chloe tried, a couple years ago, but she ended up starting her own when they refused everything. They like things nice and simple, and nothing is more simple than local sales and minor curiosities.

It's not a bad idea, and if I knew more about the actual production end of things, I'd pick up where she left off. Did she actually print them, somewhere?

The office is still in town, and her laptop is buried somewhere in my closet. You two left shortly before the first issue went out, so I did that myself and then gave up on it.

It'd be a lot for just three people to do. But I'd at least be more than a little curious to see what kind of info she put together on that computer.

[Private property, what is that.]

Any idea what Chloe's passwords would have been when she was fifteen?

[Sigh.] I still don't even remember her middle name. Or anything else about her, for that matter.

That much didn't change even with a trip home and back.

I'm pretty sure it's "Anne."

I'll see if I can figure it out. [Which reminds him...] I need to figure out the encryption on the Danger Room keys, too, so I might as well make a day of it.

And while you're playing Locksmith Larry, Yuki and I are going to team up to put our heads together on some research. We're divvying up sections in the journal to make it easier to compile information. She's got amazing recall.

Yuki's the quiet teenage girl with the glasses, right?

That's the one. You know, there's something off about her, and I still can't figure out what it is. Do you know that when I talked to her about New Year's resolutions, she couldn't grasp the idea of people setting life goals for themselves? It was like I was speaking Chinese to her. She just didn't get why it was necessary.

Sounds like she's either from an alien culture very far removed from Earth, or she's some sort of machine missing some programming. That or she's just very socially impaired.

Either way, I'm hoping spending some time with her doing this research will give me a chance to maybe get one step closer to figuring out which one of those it is.

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