March catch-all [open]

[wherethestoryis]

Characters: Lois Lane (wherethestoryis), Gaius Septimus (survival_isnt_living), and you!
Date: March
Location: Radio headquarters in EA-3A, hospital, all over the city
Situation: Catch-all for whatever
Warnings/Rating: Maybe swearing

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Radio

[wherethestoryis]

It is much harder, handling things now that Clark's--

Well. Yes.

So Lois has been working overtime, in more ways than one. For that matter, though she's not discussing it with anyone, she actually hasn't been sleeping in their Water Sector apartment. She has to go back about once a day to check for private messages, but it's been just too unpleasant and not at all like when he's just gone on League missions or similar. So chances are Lois can be found at the radio more often than not. And no matter what time of day, she's a lot more tired and drawn than is usual for her.

[controlledvariable]

Trying to catch Lois at her apartment was proving to be a more difficult task than Steph expected, so she's decided to give up and head to the next best place, which is, as far as she can guess, the radio station.

It's approaching late evening by the time she finds her way to the radio station, which is partly why she's carrying a container of noodle soup with her, since something tells her that Lois probably hasn't been taking all that much time for hersef, to do things like eat or sleep.

She slips into the station without much fuss, looking around as she walks through the halls, "Lois? It's Steph, I come bearing gifts."

[wherethestoryis]

Steph's voice is one of the more welcome ones--Lois has liked Steph for quite some time, and she had Bruce's recommendation. (That thought depresses her for a moment before she shakes herself out of it.) Besides, she's more or less ahead on her work--working overtime will do that.

She pokes her head out of her small, more private office. "Hey, Steph. It's good to see you again." She smiles--it's tired, but genuine.

"I am not about to turn down free stuff."

Hospital - especially nighttimes; OPEN

[survival_isnt_living]

Since things have been getting more intense, Septimus has been spending more time in the hospital. As a result, he can be found there more often than not, especially at night. He needs less sleep and energy than Bianca does; he's offered to take nighttime shifts as a result.

Whenever he's not seeing to a patient he's probably in the staff lounge, picking up any work left over from the day.

[12goingon113]

Things are quiet, uneventful even, until a large stack of puzzles walks into the Staff Lounge. A large stack of puzzles with...a lemur head?

Momo chitters from atop the haphazardly arranged stack, which threatens to tip.

"Stop moving, Momo," says a small, attempting to be quiet, voice.

[survival_isnt_living]

Septimus looks up at the chitter, and his expression quickly turns into one of amusement.

After a moment, he asks dryly, "Need some help with that?"

Some people don't like to be helped, after all. He'll get up if Aang says yes.

[12goingon113]

The pile jumps ever so slightly, and very nearly comes down, but then a well-timed breeze of air seems to right the pile at the very last second before gravity takes over.

That well-timed breeze probably had absolutely nothing what so ever to do with the gasp of shock that comes from the small boy hidden behind the boxes he's carrying. Nothing what so ever at all.

"...no?"

[survival_isnt_living]

Uh-huh. Nothing whatsoever. Sure. And Septimus's father reads romance novels.

(Actually, it did happen once, more or less on a dare from Sep's mother. But Septimus never heard about that.)

Anything elemental tends to get Septimus's attention here, especially since it seems somewhat rare (he can't say 'by comparison to Alera,' because it isn't fair to compare to a place where it was literally ubiquitous). Still, of all his skills, windcrafting may be the least advertised. Besides, he hasn't met Aang.

"If you're sure," he says agreeably. He might just help out with that idea of wind-to-balance-boxes if Aang needs it, though.

[12goingon113]

Once again Aang sort of freezes, and for the first time peers around the stack of boxes.
You don't earn your arrows without being able to tell when the air around you is being manipulated.

As far as Aang knows the only other airbender here is Korra, and now...this guy.

His eyes are wide, and his jaw just a little bit slack.

[watcheslanterns]

Rapunzel had been helping out as much as she could at the hospital as well, in between shifts at the welcome center and running the clothing shop, that is. She was almost positive that if it weren't for her hair's power to rejuvenate her, she'd be running exhausted by now.

She usually did more work at the hospital in the afternoons but she knew that Septimus had been keeping a lot of night hours. She found him in the staff lounge, and brought a small picnic basket with her. "Ah, there you are!" she said with a relieved sigh.

[survival_isnt_living]

The sound of her voice is a welcome one, and he looks up with a smile. "Hello, Rapunzel," he says warmly. He doesn't see quite as much of her as he'd like, but he knows it's better for everyone's general health if he takes the graveyard shift. So this is indeed a nice surprise.

Still, while he can run at high strength for longer between meals... crafting takes energy, and he's six-four. He eyes that basket. "Tell me that's food." If there's meat, even better.

[watcheslanterns]

"It is!"

Rapunzel gladly hands over the basket as she steps closer. Inside he'll find some homemade bread, cheese, and beef stew in a covered bowl, as well as a thermos coffee.

"I thought you might need something to keep you going through the night. I know you've been working extra hard lately."

[survival_isnt_living]

"I appreciate it," he admits as he looks in. His face brightens even more at the contents; this is just his kind of on-the-go meal. "I've gone much longer without sleep," and in far worse conditions, "but it's not always ideal."

And the downside to metalcrafting away any side effects: he might not notice when something's going seriously wrong.

After taking a long drink of coffee, he eyes her. "I'm not the only one," he notes.

[watcheslanterns]

"Still," Rapunzel said seriously. "It's important to keep your energy up so that you don't make any mistakes."

She was speaking to him, and if she was being honest, to herself as well. She didn't want anyone to suffer more from some silly mistake.

"I've been getting rest when I can....and my hair helps," she admits.

Keeliai + the turtle in general; OPEN

[survival_isnt_living]

When not working at the hospital, much of Septimus's time is spent in private. As much as he's naturally extraordinarily gifted at combat, he's still avoided most situations involving it for the last year and a half. Not only that, but he isn't wholly certain just how far his limits stretch here--he doesn't feel furies, though his crafting seems to work as well as ever. He's also worried about harming the turtle; usually battlecrafting would involve earth as well as fire, but he's had to cut back on it.

As a result, he's often to be found around various locations, practicing. 'Various locations' include the roof of his building, the sky, and honestly just about every sector as he gets used to the feel around him.

Septimus hasn't been this open about the wide extent of his abilities before; he's also not advertising it and practicing alone. On the other hand, it's much easier to run across him by accident now.

Lois + Jor-El [closed]

[wherethestoryis]

Mid-mornings are slower for Lois than most other times of day--sometimes it takes the blood levels in her caffeine stream enough time to return to normal. Today she's been out, trying to get a couple of Clark's regular contacts to talk to her for a bit until he's back at work.

(Because it's an 'until.' However bad things are, she does have faith he'll pull out of it. Too bad he's not really letting people help.)

As a result she looks more than a little exasperated when she steps in, with the only-to-be-expected cup of coffee in hand.

[lookedtothestars]

Jor-El has in his time here become aware that Lois Lane is not a morning person- noonday may be more accurate, if not necessarily generous; something that he has kept in mind as he makes his way to the suite she and Kal-El- Clark- run their radio operation from.

It seems it was well timed on his part, because she's just beginning to enter the building when he reaches it.

"Lois." His words are loud enough to reach her, while he still approaches.

While he is wearing robes over his skinsuit like he usually prefers to, the cape is noticeably missing.

[wherethestoryis]

The sound of her name makes her turn, especially coming from her father-in-law. She hasn't seen much of him lately--then again, there was the whole prison thing. At least he's out. At least he's more rational than Clark is.

Still, she figures he's probably also suffering under more than a little guilt.

It's a little odd to see him without the cape, mostly because it's unusual; on the other hand, it doesn't look as off as when Clark somehow loses his. The robes help with that. She wonders anyway.

"Hey. Come on in, I'm due for a break." And they shouldn't talk outside.

[lookedtothestars]

"Thank you."

He follows her inside, waiting until the door is fully closed and they are a distance from it before speaking again.

"You've been keeping yourself busy." It's an observation, not a question. He's familiar with what it looks like on a person, if mainly himself. It is at least something of a relief that she has not allowed herself to be dragged down by what happened or Kal-El's decision to stay imprisoned for the time being.

[wherethestoryis]

Lois does not get incapacitated by depression, though on rare occasions severe trauma has managed to spark it. But a mission going to something far worse than hell and missing Clark? That just awakens the workaholic. Besides, she has an excuse.

"Well, there's a lot to do around here," she points out. "Double the work load, especially if I'm covering for Smallville. I've done it before, but not usually for this long. At least there's no boss to lie to."

See? She's fine. Just follow her to her office and she'll prove she's fine.

Lois + Dick Grayson [closed]

[wherethestoryis]

The entire month, Lois has decided, didn't even take a week to start being worthy of set on fire. Maybe more like twenty four hours, and it was all last month's fault, of course. Either way, seeing that message from whichever Bat sent it is close to last on her list of notes she ever wanted to receive. Not quite the last, but it's close.

Knowing it wasn't primarily intended for her, but feeling some response was needed, after a day or two Lois went knocking on Dick's door. Even if he didn't send the message--he probably did--this is a conversation to have with him, not the younger kids.

Re: Lois + Dick Grayson [closed]

[bludhavenknight]

He knew that Clark wasn't going to get the message. He knew that, because he was sitting in that jail cell like a guy stuck in an endless loop of kicking yourself when you're already down. Dick couldn't blame him for doing that, just like he couldn't blame him for everything that had happened.

But to not let him know was just wrong. A friend didn't even cover what Clark was to the rest of them. And Lois was a good friend to all of them. So when he saw who was knocking, he really wasn't too surprised. He just had to get some pants on before he opened the door.

"Hey Lois." Dick grinned, sweatpants and t-shirt in place, thank god. "Come on in."

[wherethestoryis]

Lois might not mind the sight too much--Dick Grayson has the best ass in spandex, fact of their universe--but Clark would probably take it the wrong way. (At least Lois isn't a redhead.)

She smiles hello at him as she steps through, waiting until the door is closed before actually speaking. True, the actual phrasing wasn't going to be sensitive or anything... but still, there are certain principles. Once the door is shut, however, she sighs. "Hey. I got your message." Beat. "Clark hasn't seen it." Another beat. "...Obviously."

(So maybe, just maybe, she went looking for one of the few people she doesn't mind legitimately talking to.)

[bludhavenknight]

Dick could never go around in his underwear with Lois around. It was like seeing your friend's mother or something like that. Not that Lois was Clark's mother, nothing like that. Lois was just a step above meeting her in your underwear.

It's the words 'your message' that still had a chill come over him. His message. The message. His smile dims a little.

"Obviously. Have you seen him lately?" He was going to visit. But then before, and this, and... so much to do.

[wherethestoryis]

Lois looks away. She feels... really bad about that. But it's been so hard to handle things, not least because Clark won't let her help. Him not being around, that's hard. Not being around for no sane purpose, that's even harder. Being emotionally shut out?

Yeah, Lois has not been handling things well.

"Not... as much as I should," she admits. "It's hard, given the things we can't see where authorities might hear. And I bet Evandau doesn't appreciate things like that being kept from him."