metropolis ♔ has it gone for good? or is it coming back around?

[wynn]

Fireside - Arctic Monkeys

WHO || Oliver, Felicity S., Emma F., Bo, Brantley, Lex Luthor
WHAT || The Knights investigate a connection between Luthorcorp and Sarandis' experiments on Andres
WHERE || Metropolis Kansas
WHEN || April 23rd, 2015
HOW || Actionspam

Metropolis is a bustling city even during these cold winter months, but they have no trouble finding the Luthorcorp building - because it literally towers over the skyline, dwarfing the Daily Planet nearby. It's still daytime when they arrive, working hours, and employees in well tailored suits hustle in and out towards elevator banks, past the front desk.

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[loisfuckinglane]

[ lois manages an impressive amount of self-restraint, despite wanting to fire off a million questions at all, so that she can focus on writing. she gets a 25 on her check to do so! which is really great for a slapdash job ok ]

[succubestie]

[Apparently that leaves Bo driving the car, but despite her injuries she speeds away like a fucking pro (drive nat 20).]

Definitely no hospital. We'll be fine.

[telepathy]

[ Felicity manages to stifle the bleeding on both Oliver and Emma's wounds once Emma strips her jacket off, and she gives Felicity an affirming look that doesn't quite reach gratitude because that would require more humility than Emma has. Humans don't get gratitude from Emma Frost, sry2say. That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate the gesture, and when the mutant master race rules the world, Felicity will be spared.

It takes about twenty minutes to get back into town with Bo's drive check as it is, and Lois takes the whole of that time putting her article together. As they move into the metropolitan area downtown, nearing the Daily Planet central offices, Emma glances up at Lois in the rear view mirror. ]

Lois, was it? Let me see what you've got. [ She reaches back with her uninjured hand. ]

[loisfuckinglane]

What, you're an editor now too? Just how many hats do you wear, lady? [ still, she'll proudly hand it over. the spelling is atrocious, but the content is a+ ]

[telepathy]

As many as the situation requires.

[ She skimmed the article, searching for mentions of how the information was acquired or any sign of the Knights' presence that they might have needed to clean up, but there were none. A satisfied smile settled onto her face. ]

You wouldn't be bad, with access to spellcheck. How would you like to leave the Inquisitor behind for good?

[fixyourproblem]

[Brantley tries to help in whatever way he can. Since he is not expert enough to treat other people wounds. He is just gonna help Felicity in treating the others (aid another-treat injury 10). Unless they need him to do something like calling his contacts or flirting with the new party members.]

[loisfuckinglane]

I'm a fan of upward mobility. What exactly are you proposing?

[telepathy]

A business arrangement, of sorts.

You see, we're in the business of uncovering information like what was found at TLC, and I certainly have no intentions of letting Lex Luthor be in the face of what we've seen.

We could provide you the first crack at exposing these atrocities, an exclusive report with whatever information we find. A foot on the ground, even, provided you leave your source as anonymous as you have here.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ the glint in her eyes does a really shitty job of disguising how interested she is in just such an arrangement. ] And who, exactly, would I be working for?

[telepathy]

Anonymity, Lois.

[ Glancing up at Clark in the rear view mirror, Emma seems to consider something. ]

For now, I think it best that you only think of us as the Karthur Institute. We're a global institution of protection. One I have a feeling your friend here might have great interest in joining, as well.

[fistpump]

[Felicity glances to see if anyone else is bleeding profusely from a brand new hole in their body, but it seems everyone is fine. She'll glance to Clakr, because - oh right, there's someone else that's new in this car/van. She waves. It's only 48% awkward.]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Don't worry, Felicity. Clark has the other 52% in the way his face pales at Emma's comment. He's really really worried that someone is going to drop some knowledge about his powers in front of Lois.]

Me? Well, I don't...

[So smooth. And by that, I mean he's sort of bumbling here.]

[succubestie]

Don't want to play the hero? Come on, I saw you swoop in for the rescue. Can't fool me.

[;)]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ and lois looks between them before... barking out a laugh. ] Who, Clark? [ incredulity drips from her tone as she struggles to keep it in check ] I mean, sure, I've seen Smallville flex those farmboy muscles of his a time or two, but I don't think corporate espionage is really his cup of tea.

[telepathy]

Oh?

[ Emma smiles like 8 ) because her wisdom check was high enough to glean from that fact that Lois is not in on the superpowers here (wis 20 total). ]

Sometimes, people can surprise you. I'd like to give Clark that opportunity. It's up to you, of course. [ She turned to look back at him. ] But you'd make quiet the liaison for Lois, if you were to assent.

[clarkfuckingkent]

Maybe we can talk about it after we're done with the getaway car and all of that? [And once Lois is heading in to pitch her story or something. So she's not... right here.

But the idea of getting away from this place- Metropolis and Smallville and... crazy idea here, but maybe getting out of Kansas entirely- it doesn't sound so bad.

He's running from the pain of Lana's death, but who needs to cope anyway? Running and getting involved with weird secretive organizations sounds much better and could in no way backfire.]

[loisfuckinglane]

One step at a time. Let's make some headlines.

[telepathy]

[ Fair enough. Emma hands the story back to Lois.

It doesn't take much longer for them to pull up out front of the Daily Planet. Emma leans to the side, peering up out the window at the globe atop it. ]

We're only here to offer assistance. Ideally, once we get you in to see the editor, Lois, he'll see that your story stands on its own merits.

[ She doesn't feel compelled to spell out the "if not." ]

[fistpump]

[Well, while they're deciding on their future career paths -- Felicity is just gonna check on Oliver's wounds. Making sure they're not... idk getting infected? (treat injury 11)]

[succubestie]

[Bo will do it for you, Emma. Because she has no restraint.]

I doubt you'll need the help, but if not, we can be very convincing.

[/is good at getting people to do what she likes via boners nbd]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Clark gives a small snort of a laugh at the prospect of Lois needing help getting her way. He's still not at all pleased about her pushing this story forward but since he's the only one who sees a problem with it, he'll just have to watch her like a hawk to make sure Lex doesn't try to retaliate.]

[loisfuckinglane]

Believe me. You'll see my name on tomorrow's Planet if it's the last thing I do. [ with that, she shoots clark a wink like I'LL BE RIGHT BACK TRY NOT TO GET KIDNAPPED BY THIS CAR FULL OF DANGEROUS PEOPLE and then off she goes ]

[telepathy]

[ Stepping out of the car alongside her, Emma scans the plaza in front of the planet and spots a shopping bag. She reaches in and grabs a horribly tacky and oversized but light jean jacket and pulls it around her shoulders to hide the gunshot wound. To her teammates it would look appallingly unstealthy, but to the person who she's stealing from, they get a telepathic projection of one of those costumed street performers handing them a balloon.

Meanwhile, Emma picks up the shopping bag and confirms there are other jackets in there because I guess this person ?? prepares for summer with jacket shopping ? ? ? Sales, yo. These rolls are working out well for Team Bleeding Out. Anyway, she passes the bag off to Bo who is obviously also injured and needs it. God only knows if People Person Ollie will stay with the car or not, but if he doesn't, there are 2 super out of style, XL ladies' jackets in there. I think that's everyone sporting a gunshot wound.

As Lois enters the Planet, employees bustle around everywhere, but the distraction is not enough to stop the desk attendant from recognizing Lois as someone who Does Not Work Here. She raises a hand to flag her down and calls, "Visitors badges over here!" ]

[theterminator]

[Yeah, no, Ollie is not putting on a woman's coat ... I guess he stays in the van lmfao.]

[succubestie]

[She'll put one on, buttoning it up. She's still got killer leather pants and heels okay. If anyone can pull of this travesty it's her.

She also stops the desk attendant.]

She's with me. I'll grab her badge for her and give it to her.

[Keep going gurl.]