open ♔ socialization log

[wynn]

 

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.  THIS IS MOSTLY AN OVERFLOW POST for the last social log whoops
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in May/June
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok. Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies.  This takes place after the Knights have returned from Dimitris' wedding. 

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

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[loisfuckinglane]

You mean aside from the corn growing taller?

[clarkfuckingkent]

C'mon, it's not that bad. Unless you're really that bored without me around.

[loisfuckinglane]

Please. The Daily Planet keeps turning without Clark Kent around.

I've been doing my own looking into Lex. And Reeves Dam.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[He tilts his head a bit.]

What's going on at the dam?

[loisfuckinglane]

Wes? Project Ares? [ it might have been awhile ago for everyone else, but lois hasn't let it go. ] The land near the Dam? Was purchased by an "LL". You really think that was a coincidence?

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Look, a castle sort of fell down and there were metal dragons and he's had a lot on his mind.]

No, it's probably not a coincidence. [But I mean, a lot of people have those initials around here, if you think about it.... wtf Kansas.]

Any leads?

[loisfuckinglane]

I sort of got kicked out of Luthorcorp while I was looking.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[He isn't surprised at all. But still, he gives her a look that's a mix of concern and exasperation.]

What happened?

[loisfuckinglane]

Lex. He caught me himself and had me... escorted out.

[clarkfuckingkent]

Did he hurt you? [instantly more worried!!! and super serious.]

[loisfuckinglane]

It was all bluster, Smallville, nothing you need to worry about.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[He doesn't look entirely convinced... But he'll leave it alone for now.]

I was thinking about taking Shelby back with me for a bit. There are a lot of great parks out there, and it's not fair for me to keep asking you to be on dog duty all the time.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ oh

she's surprised by how much her heart sinks at that. it's been almost nice, coming out to visit the old farm, and more than that... ] Does that mean you're planning on this relocation being a little more... permanent?

[clarkfuckingkent]

No. [He pauses] Maybe. [He shakes his head.] I don't know.

[He's so good at this.]

I guess I just got a little homesick.

[loisfuckinglane]

Well, that's only gonna get worse if you lose your one excuse to visit.

[clarkfuckingkent]

I would have thought you'd be happy to have the responsibility taken off your plate.

[loisfuckinglane]

Who said I wasn't? I'm just making sure you don't call me up crying from not thinking everything through.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[A small smile touches the corners of his mouth.]

I can always come back if I change my mind. And taking Shelby for a little visit doesn't mean I'll never come home anyway.

[loisfuckinglane]

You've thought this all out, huh.

[clarkfuckingkent]

I know thinking about things ahead of time is a foreign concept for you... [He gives her a teasing little smile, hoping to lighten the mood.]

[loisfuckinglane]

Oh, now I get it. You flew all the way back here just to bust my chops in person.

[clarkfuckingkent]

Of course not. [But it does feel good to have their banter back in his life. He gives Shelby another scratch behind the ears.] You hungry?

[loisfuckinglane]

Are you asking me, or the dog?

[clarkfuckingkent]

[He finally straightens up fully and gives her a look that's both exasperated and amused.]

Lois, would you like to have dinner with me?

[Clark now it sounds like a date. What are you doing.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ she blinks rapidly a few times, an almost imperceptible indication of the surprise that floods through her - not just at the question, but at the way she reacts to the wording of the question. it sure doesn't escape her notice that it sounds like he's asking her out, but she knows better. they're friends, at best, ones who can sometimes barely stand each other on a good day.

so she's not sure why her heart leaps up a bit at the question, but she's quick to tamp that down. ]

... I could eat.

But you're buying.