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.

Comments

[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.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ yeah lois is moving like a freight train to be honest. and she's rocking a 27 intimidate check against anyone who tries to get in the way of her and the elevator. ]

[telepathy]

[ Better roll dat diplomacy, Bo. The secretary's eyes narrow, "I'm sorry, and you are?" ]

Terribly busy. [ Emma answers snidely. The secretary's temper shortens, "It doesn't matter. You'll all have to sign in. She can't just walk in there." ]

[succubestie]

We're heading upstairs. We have an appointment. You don't need to worry about us.

[Diplomacy 39 or Bluff 41, take your pick. If that's not enough, she also reaches forward to brush her fingers against her wrist, using suggestion (will 21 to negate).]

[telepathy]

[ Yeah she did

not roll that.

She balks, opens her mouth, flusters a moment, then settles back into her seat and just dismissively waves them up after Lois. ]

[fistpump]

[Felicity is good with sticking in the van too. No one needs her horrible foot in mouth disease in there.]

[fixyourproblem]

[Since Brantley isn't good with getaway cars or dexterity check, he guess he would be better going with the attack team rather staying in the van with a risk of having to drive the car. Not that he hopes the diplomatic mission would turn into another gunfight but anything's possible nowadays.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ /JUST WALKS IN THERE

lois tries to make herself look as presentable as she can in the metallic reflection inside the elevator (disguise 23) while they ascend and then turns to bo. ] How do I look?

[succubestie]

[Bo reaches out and adjust a lock of hair with her fingers before she smiles.]

Gorgeous and professional. You'll knock 'em dead.

[She's got the best back up ever, too. :)]

[telepathy]

[ Emma doesn't smile.

In a moment, the elevator slides open, and they're able to cross the busy floor of reporters to the Chief Editor's office. A woman in professional dress doesn't look up from her desk when they enter, instead snapping an annoyed, "I'm busy. So if you want to keep your job, I suggest you walk your ass right back out that door and actually do it." ]

[loisfuckinglane]

I'd have to have a job here in the first place to do that. [ lmao lois' diplomacy was an 8 so this is going to be amazing here we go ] But believe me, if I walk out that door, you're going to regret it.

[telepathy]

[ Lmao this bitch. The editor looks up, sharp eyes behind thick black glasses.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She drops her pen and glances past them at the open door, "Why do I even pay for security? GEORGE! GET IN HERE AND DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB!" ]

[succubestie]

[Her first instinct is to just...use her suggestive charm again, but they're trying to let Lois do the convincing first, right?

Alright, old fashioned way first. Fiiiine.]

No, really. You should probably hear her out.

[Diplomacy 36. She can probably take whatever guard comes in her anyway.]

She has one hell of a story.

[telepathy]

[ The editor looks between the three of them like this is some Charlie's Angels shit and she doesn't want any part of it. But pulls her glasses off with one hand and reaches her other up like gimme, an exasperated sigh on her lips as she relents. ]

[loisfuckinglane]

How familiar are you with the genetic experiments that were found on Andres Isle? Some of the grisly details made it out to the press, but what no one did see was that there were similar experiments going on, right under our noses, right here in Kansas.

[telepathy]

[ unimpressed, the editor replies, "This kind of propaganda belongs at the Inquisitor, not the Daily Planet." ]

[succubestie]

I'm pretty sure it's not called propaganda when you have proof.

[Just saying.

Bo is bad at keeping her mouth shut.]

[telepathy]

[ Narrow look to Bo, then back to Lois. "What proof?" ]

[loisfuckinglane]

This proof. [ and she's gonna drop the story right on the desk hello ]

[telepathy]

[ And on go her glasses. The editor skims over the story, shaking her head.

"You can't expect me to print this." She drops it to her desk and looks up at them. "It's not that I don't want to. But LuthorCorp owns the Daily Planet. If I print this ..." She gestures to the story and shakes her head. ]

[loisfuckinglane]

Then the Planet is potentially saving itself the swandive it will take when someone else publishes the story and makes it look like he's paying you all to hush this up. Better to distance yourself now, rather than try to do so after it comes out, isn't it? Because if you don't want this story? I'm sure I can find someone who can. [ she goes to scoop it up right off the desk since she dropped it there ]

[telepathy]

[ The editor reaches out, a snap movement, to grab Lois' wrist and stop her from retrieving the notebook from her desk. Something in her eyes gives the impression that, regardless of who owns the paper, she got into this business for a reason, and she still can't resist the allure of a good story. She tries to hold herself back, failingly, and instead asks, "What's your name?" ]

[loisfuckinglane]

Lane.

Lois Lane.

You might want to remember that one, because you're going to be seeing it underneath some scathing headlines in the not-so-distant future. It's up to you what paper's name is going to be sitting there on top of it.

[telepathy]

[ She seems ready to — however reluctantly — decline, unease coloring her expression. Putting the blast on Luthor could put the editor of the Daily Planet out of a job. But it's not much of a job if she's not actually reporting the news. She nods, straightening.

"We'll take it." She points to Lois with the story. "Freelance rates. You're not on the payroll yet. Hell, when Luthor catches wind of this, you might not even make it on the payroll at all. He'll eat all of us alive." ]

[loisfuckinglane]

A little bit of public exposure might dull those fangs of his for a little while, at least. Trust me - you're not going to regret this.