From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG9907B" ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 01:45:58 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: PJ Piasecki Subject: Re: NKerth info MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/7/99 10:06:37 PM CST, MsLoisette@AOL.COM writes: << I know this may be a little premature.. But i was wondering if any of you people in charge of it could let me know when the ceremony will be held? My friend Sharon who was nominated, YAY!! Wants to know since she is going off to St Louis this weekend to meet dean.. {lucky girl.. ;p} and after that she is on vacation until the end of july! >> Am I missing something? When did the nominating begin for this award? And how do I go about nominating a story? Piper ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 01:59:56 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: NKerth info MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/7/99 10:47:34 PM Pacific Daylight Time, PJPiasecki@AOL.COM writes: << Am I missing something? When did the nominating begin for this award? And how do I go about nominating a story? Piper >> Umm well... oopsie! I hope i wasn't supposed to say anything.. I am about as confused as you are Piper. My friend told me about it tonight and she said that someone else so her name on a nomination form. I am thinking that she means the forms to pick the nominations are being done right now.. But i could be wrong. Like I said i am only going on the info that my friend told me.. sorry.. Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 09:59:33 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Subject: Re: NKerth info MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ><< Am I missing something? When did the nominating begin for this award? And > how do I go about nominating a story? > > Piper > Forgive me, Dawn and Irene for butting in - far as I'm aware, Piper, you ain't missed nothing. Yet. As I understand it, the website (which will contain a list of stories which are eligible for this year's awards) in still in the birththroes but will be up and running soon. I don't think anything else is going to happen before that does. But Dawn or Irene may know differently. LabRat :) Doc. Klein's LabRat labrat@ukf.net "Shut up," he explained. --- Ring Lardner, The Young Immigrants. 'We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by.' --- Will Rogers. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 06:37:41 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: THE MANY WORLDS OF LOIS AND CLARK: UPDATE FOR FANS IN OZ & NZ MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi everyone, We have a person who will be collecting donations for the fanzine in Australia and New Zealand. FOLCs in that area should contact Dawn Stark at: camerons@melbpc.org.au In addition, since I am only just posting this information to the list Oz and NZ FOLCs will have until JULY 26th, 1999 to get their donations to Dawn. For everyone else though the deadline is still JULY 19TH, 1999. Thanks again :) Cheers, Eileen Eraygun@aol.com Eraygun@gmx.net ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:00 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 00 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 FEEDBACK Comments welcome in all forums No Editing please (though you can fix typos) SUMMARY Read Days 1, 2, 3, 3A, 4, 4A, 5, 5A, 6, 7 and Day 8 before you read Day 9. All previous parts and noted "attachments" are available at ftp://ftp.swcp.com/pub/users/dstark MyJournal in Word97 doc or rtf form; with one exception, all pictures are jpgs. Clark Kent's adventures in Metropolis continue. Well, this is a long one. The next one is a lot shorter, and the final one is very long... then I can rest up a bit :) Debby Debby@swcp.com needing 6 months' rest... ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:09 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Comments: RFC822 error: MESSAGE-ID field duplicated. Last occurrence was retained. From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 01 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 01 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 All characters below belong to DC Comics and Warner Brothers unless they are my own creations. Story by Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com. Submitted on July 8, 1999. My Journal May 11, Wednesday, my first weekday off I did three things last night that I decided didn't need to be an amendment and could wait to be written about today. First, before I uploaded yesterday's entry, I changed my Godzilla virus again. I hate to say this, but I made it more vicious. Now it attacks fast and without warning, particularly if it finds signs of the earlier versions of itself. I don't want to hurt Jimmy's equipment because I can understand his being told to snoop through my email to find out more about me. I can understand the Lois Lane Gang's paranoia - in the beginning. But as I was thinking last night, they should have given up and laid off me no later than Saturday. Now they should just trust me. If they don't, well, too bad, they'll get stomped by Godzilla. Anyway, he's not my target. My targets are two of the world's richest men, and they have better technology at their command. If they've decided to spy on me and include intercepting my email in that plan (probably starting on Saturday or Sunday, Luthor first and Interregnum later), I want them to be, as Dad might say, in a world of hurt. Godzilla will eat my email first, and then eat their system files in a random fashion and lay eggs in their hidden files. Next, I went for a long walk. For the first few blocks I kept careful watch of my surroundings, but I couldn't detect anyone monitoring my movements. I relaxed then and tried to take pleasure in the variety of nighttime moods offered by this weird, exciting city. Metropolis is *so* big, so massive, so full of everything. I think the best way to approach it, to make it mine, is to take my time. So last night I slowed down and focused on exploring a small part of it. I met people; I chatted; I made friends. I didn't accept any offers made by streetwalkers, though I did chat with a few of them, too. They must have interesting life stories. Eventually I came across an Asian supermarket and picked up some bananas, papayas, jujube, persimmons, star fruit and more to keep in my room and take to work for snacks. I bought a string bag in which to carry it all. I'll save the fruit seeds and label them; maybe Dad will like starting them in the greenhouse. He can grow anything. The woman who runs the store gave me free samples of her produce and showed me her selection of teas. I'll go back for some of those. We chatted about Taiwan. She wished her daughter would come home early from her night class so I could meet the well-educated young maiden. She said her daughter is getting a little too Americanized and should meet a nice, young multilingual man like me. I seem to have become the target of matchmakers lately, haven't I? Finally, on the way back, I came across an all-night, self-serve branch of the Post Office. Seeing it reminded me that I have lots of penpals to whom I should be sending postcards featuring typical scenes of Metropolis. Those who I e-mail (sans Godzilla riding along) already know I've gotten a job, but it would be nice if they get cards, too. (On my walk to work this morning I purchased a variety at the Walgreen's just north of the Daily Planet building.) There in the Post Office branch last night I bought stamps from one of the machines. Then I looked around at the unguarded interior. It's clean and efficient, and I was the only one present. I saw a pay phone around a corner, on the back wall of a room full of mail boxes. Up in the ceiling there was a mounting device for a camera but no camera. I checked other likely spots but saw no hidden monitoring devices. Either they were all stolen and haven't been replaced yet or, and I hope this is the case, they were thought unnecessary and taken out to save money. This was my opportunity to start playing my own games with a certain billionaire. I fed some change into the phone and called Lex Luthor's private number. Nigel answered. "Yes?" "This is Clar--" He cut me off with: "I know." Did he? Am I the only one they've given the number to or is my voice that recognizable that quickly? I could be secretive, too. "Is... 'he' there?" "Not at this moment. Where are you?" He has a deep, cultured voice and he said "not" like "naught" and "are" like "ah." Vedy British. "In a post office at Tapia and Wimmer--" "Can you be seen?" "No, I'm alone here and out of sight of any windows and there's no surveillance camera--" "Then you may give your report to me." Ah... okay, I know when I'm bested in the snooty department. "Mr. Int-- "The Subject." "...The Subject visited the newsroom this morning. It seems he's been visiting every Tuesday for more than a month. He makes everyone nervous, even... my boss. He surprised everyone by attending the budget meeting. That's a meeting where--" "I know. Go on." "He was very talkative and friendly and interested in all our stories. He says he wants to become more involved in the paper and that means getting to know his employees better. This really surprised people. He started by picking out three of us there in the budget meeting to visit his penthouse for afternoon tea--" "And you were one." So much for building suspense. "Yes." "Why?" "Why did he pick me?" "Do you have any clues? "Well, he said he wanted to talk to a new young employee, and I'm new and young. He also picked the Assistant Sports Editor, who's an old guy, over 40, and an even older woman, who specializes in education issues." There I paused, wondering if that was enough explanation of that particular aspect of my morning. By the way, I know that 40 is nowhere near "old". I've met people more than twice that old who could run rings around me. But I think the shallower I sound to Nigel and Luthor, the better. It does occur to me that Mr. Interregnum just missed me last Tuesday, the day I was hired. If I were very paranoid I'd say he was waiting for me, but it's probably just a coincidence; until recently Tuesdays may have been the only time he's been in town. I think he did pick me because I'm young and new (and therefore gullible). Also, of course, I'm the only one in the newsroom who has talked to Lex Luthor recently. Finally, dear great-grandchildren, I hope you don't think I told Nigel too much, but everything I said is practically public knowledge. He said, "All right. Go on." "We went to the meeting and had tea and pastries. They were pretty good, though my mom makes better scones--" "I'm sure she does. Did you talk?" "Yes, about our work, for about twenty minutes. He let the others go then because he had a conference call, but he asked me to stay because he had more questions about the space program. When he came back, we did talk about it. He hadn't asked me much about it before. In fact, he did most of the talking. He talks a lot. He's grandiose. I think my father would call Mr. Int--" "--The Subject...." I knew this. In addition to shallow, I was trying to come off as a little dense, too. If they think they have to spell things out for me, they may give me more information than they intend to. It's something like doing a Jimmy but a more devious and, I hope, effective version. "...*The Subject,* my dad would call him a windbag, but The Subject is sort of young for that. Basically he talks a lot but doesn't say very much." "What did you tell him?" "He wanted to know if I knew any secrets about the Prometheus Program, but all I could tell him is that I have a copy of Luthor Scientific's action plan. He probably knows that already if he's bugging the newsroom." "How did he react to learning you have the plan?" "He was curious about why Mr. Luthor is still interested in the space program, but I couldn't tell him even if I wanted to, and I don't." "Is that all?" "About that, yes." "What did you learn about the gentleman himself?" "I learned a little bit about his past. He says his parents sheltered him, but that he realized early that he would be taking over his family's business. He also said that the Daily Planet is his pride and joy." "I see. One moment." He put the phone on hold. It asked me for more money. I've never seen a pay phone that was so greedy. After giving it more change, I leaned against the wall, played with the phone cord, and wondered if anyone would walk in to get their mail and what I should do about it. I was surrounded by mailboxes. I haven't gotten any mail yet, but I don't think it's really wise for friends to send me any while I'm here at the flophouse. It might not make it to me; the mail boxes in the hallway entrance downstairs aren't very secure. A little over two minutes later, the phone was taken off hold. "Mr. Kent? Luthor here. I appreciate you reporting in so quickly." He sounded bouncy, enthusiastic. I stood up straight as though I were a private in his army, realized what I was doing, relaxed again, and said, "Things are happening quickly, sir." "They are indeed! I have some devices here that tell me you're not being monitored over the phone line. I'll have to make sure you're equipped with some of these little toys, too. There's one you can wear easily on your wrist, under your sleeve." "I didn't know they made those, sir." All I need is more equipment to wear. I'm used to traveling, working and living light. I want to settle down, yes, but in my own time, and with no one else's devices but my own. He said, "Yes. So our quarry has taken an interest in our bait." Note: I do not consider myself bait, but he does. Mr. Interregnum probably does, too, for that matter. That tells me a lot about my worm-like position. It's as bad as the frog metaphor. He continued, "Can I assume you're to report to him all contacts you have with me?" "Yes, sir. But he'll only hear about the ones I'm sure he knows about already." "Very good. I'll work up something for you to tell him all about then. You and I should meet after the launch Friday. I'll have my secretary call the Planet tomorrow and set it up. I'm sure you'd like an exclusive interview with the Director of Luthor Scientific...." "That would be exciting! Except... I'm not a qualified science reporter and he might suspect something." "Good point. Bring along someone qualified; I'll let you handle that. I'll drop by during the interview and give you, and only you, a few quotes. Hmm, it's beginning to sound like fun." "It is, sir." "All right. I understand that Chronus actually admitted to you that he had a childhood." "Sir?" "Did you know that there are *no* baby pictures of one Chronus Interregnum to be found anywhere?" That's a surprise. It's interesting, too, that Luthor would tell me. If he thinks I'm easily intrigued, he's right. "None?" "Zero. No pictures of him during his youth, no pictures of him in yearbooks, as part of a football team, at dances, on family trips, or enjoying other typical childhood landmarks - nothing." "Even his parents don't have any?" My folks have zillions of pictures and even some 8-mm films and videotapes of me. I hope some survive long enough for you to see what I looked like, dear great-grandchildren. "His parents reportedly burned to death in 1980 when their mansion was destroyed by a raging fire on the evening of their only son's 21st birthday party." I could hear on his end of the line a metallic clicking, a pause, and then a light sucking sound. I think Luthor was lighting a cigar. I recall seeing an ornate humidor on his desk in his penthouse office, and there was the scent of high-quality tobacco in his Cadillac. I can recognize that scent because I've smelled it in palaces in Monaco and outside of London, and once in a manor house near Atlanta. I didn't mention this before, but it wasn't important then. It may not be important now, except his lighting up (was Nigel wielding the lighter?) may indicate that he was satisfied about something. I don't think it indicates that he started the fire he was telling me about. Instead I think he was pleased at the thought of the horror that had been visited upon his rival. I said, "My gosh...!" Dryly: "I can only imagine what that birthday cake must have looked like...!" I don't know how to spell the sound of my own dismayed little laugh. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:16 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 02 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 02 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 "Quite. I employ some of the best investigators on earth and they've come up with no pictures and very little paperwork to prove that the man was even *born.* Volumes have been written about me, for example, and while much of it is fantasy, some of it is true. But very little has been written about our boy Chronus. Even the Planet failed to find anything meaningful about him." "Cat - Catherine Grant--" "I know her. I'm quite fond of her." He would be, though I don't think she's ever let him get *too* fond because I don't think she's that kind of person. At least, I hope not. I think she has a lot of self respect and wouldn't do just anything for a story. "Cat told me they planned to include him in a series on the Planet's Board of Directors. They probably mentioned you...." He only grunted. "But 'he' was out of town and totally incommunicado." "Typical. He shouldn't exist... but there he is. He seems to have burst onto the Metropolis scene, fully formed, only about five years ago." "That's strange..." though I have my own proof of his bursting. You'll recall, dear great-grandchildren, I mentioned that newspaper in Mr. Interregnum's office. It is dated April 25, 1994, and he said the Daily Planet stock was among his first acquisitions. What was he doing between 1980 and 1994? Maybe he was attending college, traveling the world and fighting family lawyers to acquire complete control of the business... all without having his picture taken? "Indeed. Now you have a little better idea of what you and I are up against. You are to move very carefully." "Yes, sir, I understand," in more ways than one. "Did he tell you anything else? Even the smallest detail might be important." "Well... he likes the view of the city from his penthouse. He raved about it, but it's not as good as your view." Luthor just chuckled and then pulled on his cigar. Of course, *I* have the best view of all, the rare times I fly into or out of the city and have time to look. I had wondered about mentioning the following. I was thinking I'd save it to get indignant about if Luthor pressed for details I don't want to give him. There are also details I do want to give him, but not over the phone. For example, how would he react to Interregnum's claims to have made Luthor the rich man he is today? I'm curious about this: if Mr. Interregnum is telling the truth, it conflicts with Luthor's claim about Interregnum's appearance in the city as a businessman taking over his family's holdings. Maybe you can check this out, Dad. Anyhow, if I ever reveal this to Luthor, I want to see the look on his face and catch all the clues he'll inadvertently give me. For now, in keeping with the "shallow" impression I wanted to give him, I said, "Well, there was one thing...." "Yes?" His voice was somewhat obscured by the cigar. "Ah.... He tried to set me up with his secretary." "Pardon?" I could almost hear him removing the cigar from his mouth. "Set you up? As in... set you up?" "Yes. I didn't realize it then, but I do now. He's *very* sneaky." "Yes, he is. Well, this is very interesting, but--" "He made sure she and I were alone together while he was on his conference call with a Mr. Gates and a Mr. Eisner." "Oh? Those two are talking to him?" "I don't know. Apparently the call was a waste of time. She said, 'You know how they can get'." "I see. They can be obstreperous if you don't know how to approach them.." "Huh. I guess he doesn't. But he said all that after she and I talked for a few minutes. It turns out she's from Nebraska, and she's pretty and a little lonely, so...." "You asked her out." "Just so we could talk without it being right there where we work, but she turned me down. I think she's looking for somebody who lives here, not somebody from out of town." "Oh, that's too bad.... Are *you* lonely, Clark?" Note the more personal, more brotherly "Clark" as opposed to the respectful "Mr. Kent." "Ah, well, sir, no. No, I'm too busy to be lonely, and please, before you think about doing me a favor?" because I had thought he might offer me something or someone(s?) to enliven my nights, "I can find my own girlfriend, probably someone who's lived here for a while and knows the scene." "Well, it need not be a permanent relationship. Just something to ease that... temporary friendless feeling we all experience from time to time." One of those one-night stress relief sessions, huh? That kind of thing's not for me. It never has been and never will be. The right woman will come along, I know she will. After all, dear great-grandchildren, *you* won't be there if she doesn't come along, will you? I said, "I don't think so, sir. But thanks anyway." I wonder how many people turn down things he offers? Maybe it's what they turn down and how they turn it down that determines whether they live or die. That's another television metaphor. "Well, keep it in mind. I'm very careful about that, too." "I appreciate that, sir. Well, that's all that happened concerning... The Subject." Though, of course, he'd said Mr. Interregnum's full name several times. He must trust his bug-detecting devices. "I'm running out of quarters here, I think I'm paying off the national debt, so...." I heard another, different clicking sound from his end, and the pay phone suddenly disgorged all the change I had fed it and several dozen coins more. I caught it all, moving fast to grab up those which fell to the floor; sometimes it's a good thing that money doesn't go very far. "Wow, thanks!" "Think nothing of it. I own 66 percent of MetroTel and have certain privileges." After mentioning that I was in line for certain stock options if our plans continued to go smoothly, he wished me a good night and dismissed me. On the way back to the flophouse, I passed a grand, old church. The double front doors were unlocked, so I entered. As I hoped, I found an alms box and dropped the extra telephone change into it. My room was undisturbed. I went to bed and listened to the latest BBC news on my radio and then turned in for the night. I slept until almost seven, which was surprising considering how noisy this neighborhood can be. I've heard gangs of kids playing basketball, without a court or net, well past midnight; cars screeching around corners; an occasional gunshot; and, once, someone screaming and a police car responding almost immediately so that I didn't have to - not that I could have done anything, but I would have tried. All this racket calms as sunrise approaches, but then heavy vehicles like delivery trucks and garbage trucks hit the road. I can sleep through just about anything if I set my mind to it, but one of the criteria I'll be looking for in my next neighborhood will be peace and quiet. I ate breakfast made from food I bought myself again. All the food provided by the Lois Lane Gang still sat on the other end of the table, tempting me. I forgot to get any boxes yesterday to pack it up. I had several opportunities to find some last night, too, and simply didn't remember. I think there was a subconscious reason for that. The food falls into the category of staples, Mom, and you'd be appalled. It's things like generic-brand pancake mix full of fillers, and no-name peanut butter with salt, sugar and cottonseed oil added. I don't think they're trying to poison me. I think that despite there being two (or more?) doctors on their team, none of them has any idea about truly healthy eating. The food is part of the Standard American Diet, appropriately acronymed SAD. I'm supposed to be following a special diet, and all the food they provided does fall roughly within that diet's guidelines. The flat egg noodles (in a 32-ounce economy-size bag) provide carbohydrates of a sort for energy. The Velveeta Cheese Food (no need to refrigerate) has protein for muscle building. The jar of spaghetti sauce (you don't want to know what's in that) can be said to contain vegetables. However, I think it's just as likely that these staples were all they could afford. Maybe each member chips in whatever he or she can on a weekly basis. Maybe most of them have minimum-wage, part-time jobs under assumed names, except maybe Dr. Klein; it strikes me that he's helping them as a hobby. Maybe Mr. McBride is, too, as he works for the Metropolis Symphony Orchestra. I think Jimmy is in it out of loyalty to Lois Lane and probably for the adventure. So maybe they're not really a clutch of church mice, but there's no doubt they're struggling. As I sat there at the table I found myself wishing they had asked me to help out in that way. I don't mind dipping into my savings for good causes if it helps me feel like part of the solution. Maybe Lois Lane dipped into her savings. I bet she has used it all up by now, too. Maybe, in a panic, she liquidated what assets she had built up over the years and then fled underground, thinking she was being hunted down by Lex Luthor, UnLtd., though I don't know if Luthor is the vindictive type like bad guys on television are. It has never made a lot of sense to me for anyone to put aside their day-to-day life to concentrate their rancor on a single person no matter how heroic she is. It's better to just get over it and try to learn from the experience. Maybe he truly did not want her fired, just set on the right course as he sees it. Maybe he even wanted to make an ally of her in his war against Mr. Interregnum. I wonder what she would think if she knew that Mr. Interregnum had wanted "to get her out of town to a safe place" to "rehabilitate" her and redirect her skills to "more useful pursuits." I bet she would have howled at that. Maybe that's one reason the newsroom calls her Mad Dog. What if she had only been censured and had managed to stay in the newsroom after all? What if after that she still believed her missing sources and didn't plan to give up on getting her expose published somehow? Could she have been an effective reporter having that tremendous story hanging around her neck and her integrity in question? I found myself thinking: if only I could ask her about all this. If only she'd talk to me, I'd listen. I'm a good listener. Sitting there, poking at my cereal (granola with fresh fruit sliced into it), I began to feel a little sorry for Lois Lane's Gang. Surely they've questioned what she's doing. Has she kept them apprised of every change in her plan, and do they think the end justifies the means? Do they know her well enough to overlook her treatment of them when she's cranky? But I really felt sorry for Lois Lane. I had flirted with this feeling before, while in her presence, but she always did something, like confuse or anger me, to trample that impression. Alone there at the table, a good 36 hours after abandoning her and her followers and all their crazy, incoherent ideals, it was just me and all that cheap food, which represented their best attempt to take care of me. I finished breakfast, took a quick shower, put on some comfortable clothes, and hid my computer. Finally, I consulted the phone book hanging under the phone and then spread my big map of Metropolis out like a tablecloth on the kitchen table and found the location of the Ace o'Clubs. Mr. White said it was near Pier 7, and my map showed where that is. The street the Ace o'Clubs is on runs along the docks, which are on the southeastern edge of the city, north of where the Metropolis River meets the ocean. I know you're wondering, "What happened to stalwart Clark Kent, able to withstand evil genius in all its forms, unswayed by the gale-force winds generated by people whose agenda is not his own?" More likely you're simply asking yourself, "What was he thinking? Why did he change his mind? What was he doing?" I rarely sing in the shower, but I do a lot of reflecting there, and that was the case this morning. As I was lathering up, I realized I no longer felt so comfortable with the decision I made Monday afternoon to give up on Lois Lane. I had to resolve that feeling. I asked myself: should I visit the Ace o'Clubs? My boss asked me to give Lois Lane another chance. That alone is a powerful incentive, but I trust Perry's advice, too. (I can call him "Perry" in this personal context.) I'm sure though, again because I trust him, that he wouldn't have held it against me if I had remained bullheaded. I had plenty of reasons to refuse to see her or any of her associates (those who I don't work for) again. I was right to walk out. I hadn't really "abandoned" them because, for whatever reason, I was never an integral part of the team. Also, if The Silver Knight is the only plan they have to get Lois Lane out of trouble, then they, too, are in a world of hurt, and I sure can't help them. But what about poor Lois Lane? She was the focus of Perry's concern. She was without a doubt in a world of hurt. How would I feel if I had to give up everything? I don't have much in the way of material goods here in the city and they're all replaceable. But what if I had to abandon my job, the career I'm building, the daily companionship of my new friends, and the feeling I'm accomplishing something? I'd feel awful. I, too, might resort to formulating wacky plans to give new meaning to my life. Perry said that, in effect, Lois Lane has trouble relating to people. >From personal experience, that includes me. From what I overheard Lucy saying on Sunday and Monday, you'd think she would want to relate to me, but apparently not. I don't want to explore that again; I'll just wind up confusing myself. Anyhow, Perry said he thinks she rejects apologizing because she fears it will undermine her authority. She must see apologizing as a sign of weakness. But she wouldn't have had to worry about all that if her plans had made sense in the first place. Or maybe they do but since I don't know them.... My thoughts circled around this for a few seconds there in the shower. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:23 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 03 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 03 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 I broke out of the circle when it occurred to me that one reason she had kept me in the dark may be that she thought I'd point out that her plans and tactics threw doubt upon her grasp of reality. How can she think that anyone in a special suit, acting outside the law, *acting* like a hero in part of a complex plan - how can anyone like that save the world? What I want to emphasize here is the manufacturing of the hero, like - according to you, Mom - the Monkees were manufactured by Corporate America to compete with the self-made Beatles. How can a manufactured hero even tie his own shoes without a script? Maybe Lois Lane suspects all of this. Maybe when she's all alone (say, in a bar, hidden away from the morning light) she reviews her hopes and fears and questions herself about what she's doing. She is not a stupid person. She *is* a dreamer, and there are usually interesting ideas behind dreams. Looking behind her dreams has been impossible for me because she didn't give me any clues about her hopes and fears. I had only what I deduced from overhearing her, her sister, Jimmy and Cat. She was no more communicative than Lex Luthor or Chronus Interregnum. That started me thinking: how else did she compare to those two? After a time, I came up with this: They all want to use me. The men want to use me in their plots to bring down their current greatest enemy. Lois Lane wants to use me to save the world, which seems to mean saving it from Lex Luthor and his plots against humanity. I don't know what plots Chronus Interregnum has other than those against Luthor, but he makes people in the newsroom nervous and that's important. One should never ignore the gut instincts of professional journalists. So Lois Lane comes out on top, barely, in that contest. The men are acting selfishly and moving swiftly in a devious fashion. No doubt they probably have complex plans. Lois Lane is acting deviously but selflessly and on behalf of others. She has complex plans but can't seem to get her act together. She wins the motive part of that contest. Both men have whined about how hurt they are by the other man. Lois Lane... hasn't whined, not to me anyway, but she hasn't talked to me very much either. At least her failure to communicate means that, unlike her competitors, she hasn't told me very many lies. I'll call that heat a draw. Both men plan to sit back and guide me (and maybe others). Each expects me to spy on the other, and each tells me I'm important and that I should be careful. However, I don't think either one is particularly worried if I return bloodied from battle, or if I don't return at all. I suspect they'll deny they know me and move on to find someone else to do their dirty work. Lois Lane is a manipulator, too, but she has organized a team of at least ten people whom I have met or who have let on to me that they support her. I have no idea what she has promised these people but it can't be very much. They must support her because they like her and believe in her ideas. In a roundabout way she wins again, this time in the "treats most minions with a modicum of respect ," or should I say, "minion doesn't feel his life is in danger if he tells leader off and walks out" category? Enlarging upon this, we know that she has tried out several men for the role of The Silver Knight. She apparently treated them with varying degrees of kindness even though they didn't work out. I don't know what has happened to these fellows (I've since found out about one), but I'm sure she hasn't gotten rid of any of them (i.e., no bodies at the bottom of Hobbs Bay). How many people have Luthor/Interregnum used in their business- and not so business-like plans? Hundreds, thousands maybe, and I bet none of them has been put in heroic roles. More points for Lois Lane. She kidnapped me. Luthor/Interregnum invited me to talk to them, but in both cases the offers were ones I could not refuse. If yet another party comes along intent on directing my life for me, and if that party makes the previous three parties look as menacing as tapioca pudding, which of the three tapiocas would I want fighting on my side if I could chose only among the three? Lois Lane has at least once to my knowledge put herself in a dangerous situation: she turned up at the White Orchid Ball, hiding in plain sight. As far as I know, neither man has put himself in any kind of danger. That's my job. Lois Lane is brave and resourceful, and she tried to give me a sturdy, bulletproof(?) suit so I would survive any of her more dangerous plans. Clearly Lois Lane beats both men put together. She doesn't have high points in some categories, but even then she's preferred company. "Preferred Company" is the term I came up with as I was toweling off after my shower. It looks like I *have* to associate with Luthor/Interregnum, but who do I *want* to associate with? Who, despite all she's done to me and for reasons I cannot understand, do I want to see again? Who has prettier eyes? So, after all this deep thought, why did I change my mind? I have no idea. I just knew that now I wanted to give her another chance. Sure she's had plenty of chances already, but I have this soft spot in my head - *heart* (okay, both) - for people who chronically shoot themselves in the foot. She needs Dr. Kent's help. I'm the only one who has exactly what she needs. That sounds arrogant, doesn't it? But hey, I made a good Silver Knight regardless of the feasibility of the idea. I'm the only one who can overlook her shortcomings (this is not a crack about her height), not be distracted by her eyes (much), and offer her help (even though I'm not a trained psychiatrist). And I'm the only one who pretty much has to keep offering my help until she (brace yourself, Kent!) opens her eyes and her mind (which is more dangerous?) and asks for my help in an honest, nonconfrontational manner. Which will be, um, any day now, right? I *want* to talk to her, and I want her to talk to me. She intrigues me. There, I've admitted it. She's stomped all over me, bad mouthed me to my face, refused to treat me with any respect, and still she fascinates me. I have no idea why. But this morning as I dressed, I knew there was only one way to find out and that was by taking advantage of the opportunity to place myself in her line of fire again. Am I a sucker for punishment or what? No, but this is a special case. So that's why I put off calling Alice White for advice about apartment hunting and instead went out for a long walk, heading for the Ace o'Clubs on the other side of the city. I wanted to make absolutely certain that I was not followed. Since it worked before, I used the same plan I used Friday night. I even used the same dark alley. Walking naturally, I turned into it. That homeless man wasn't there; his cardboard boxes were rain soaked and squashed. I hope he's found help. As soon as the reflection in the left lens of my glasses told me that there was no one passing by back on the bright sidewalk, I jumped into the sky, up to about the third-story level. Then I zipped away between buildings, in a southeasterly direction, as fast as I could, but not too fast because of the close quarters. I didn't want to hit any emergency ladders, clothes lines, or other things that decorate alleyways. I came back to earth in another dark alley on the blind side of an idling delivery truck, slipped out and blended into a crowd of pedestrians to continue my southeasterly trek in a more normal fashion. The morning was blustery. I was almost certain it would rain again. Then I thought, no, it will do the opposite, since I don't know how to read the weather here yet. It did rain later on, in the afternoon, a downpour that turned out to affect a lot of plans. I walked through the downtown area and one of the buildings I passed was the huge Bank of Metropolis. Seeing it reminded me that I need to open a checking and savings account. I'll have to check into the credit union at the Planet tomorrow if I can find time for a break. The Ace o'Clubs is a gray, weather-beaten, wood-framed tavern, one among countless similar structures populating the immense Metropolis International Harbor, perhaps the largest port in the world. The establishment has signaled its presence within sight of Pier 7 by means of two bright pink neon signs, both of which are in the big, dark, front window. One sign displays the tavern's name and the other "open." I've seen taverns like it all over the world. They are dockside, in truck stops on interstate highways, in almost every desert oasis, on steep mountain slopes - everywhere. They offer drinks and sometimes food, and maybe shelter for the night, and often a place to get gas or stable a horse, camel or elephant. Someday I'll write a book, "Taverns I Have Known." The Ace o'Clubs was dark inside, naturally, but a lot less cigarette-smoky than I expected. Ceiling fans spinning lazily were pulling in fresh air from windows in the back of the building. I saw one such window down a hallway that led to the "Gents" and "Ladies" rooms. Not surprisingly, there were no sailor-type patrons. There were almost no patrons at all. Ships dock here at all times of the day and night, but as it was just a few minutes after ten in the morning, most ship captains, seafarers and dockworkers were no doubt hard at work loading or unloading cargo and passengers. There is a small stage on the north side of the tavern and Lois Lane was not up on it, belting out a sad tune. I didn't feel any disappointment, but I did wonder if she can sing. Her voice is strong, but has she had any training? I was somewhat disappointed not to see her drowning her sorrows at the bar. I could have slid up and sat beside her and offered a shoulder. She probably would have hit me with her purse (probably the one in which she carriers her burglar tools). The only place left for her to be was sitting in the darkest booth in the farthest corner, and indeed that was where she was. I heard and recognized her little gasp as she spotted me; it was similar to the one she made when she first saw me almost a week ago. I didn't look her way, though, because a normal person wouldn't have been able to see or hear her. So Perry was right. But why wasn't she out looking for a new hero? Or had she found one and she was resting up here from her fabulous success, making new plans to work with an even more perfect guy? She could get over me that fast? She had forgotten about me already? I should have been happy. I wasn't. But I wasn't unhappy, either. Even now as I record this, I can't explain exactly what I felt other than maybe "miffed." Whatever I felt, the occasion called for a drink, mainly because that's what the Ace o'Clubs offers. I'd come too far to turn around and leave just because she saw no reason to jump up and come charging at me. I walked up to the bar and nodded at the burly, medium-height, middle-aged gentleman who had been watching me since my entrance. Was this Bibbo? Would the tavern's owner look so wary of a potential paying customer? I may be exaggerating though, given the stereotypes that television offers to explain such situations. Real-life tavern owners all over the world come to expect certain types of customers. I probably didn't look like the seafarer type. So let's say that whoever the bartender was, employee or owner, he was just being cautious, which is never a bad idea. I sat down on one of the bar stools, leaned forward on my elbows, interlaced my fingers, looked as harmless as I could (I don't think this is difficult for me; I don't think I usually look dangerous), and I said, "Good morning, sir." He finished drying the mug he had been working on for the last two minutes, put it among others on a rack under a shelf of colorful, multi-shaped bottles of liquor, and approached me. He leaned on the bar on his right elbow and stretched out his left arm at a 45-degree angle, resting his hand on the countertop. Like me, he was wearing a T-shirt, but his was wet low in the front, probably from dishwater because he didn't smell of sweat or anything unsavory. His confrontational action caused his muscles to bulge (more than mine would in a similar pose, I think). His meaty, bull-like neck thrust his head forward. His right hand (larger than mine, large enough to span a dinner plate) formed into an easy, ready fist. I didn't back off, didn't retreat in the face of his claim to protect the bar, but I didn't press either. I just sat still. It occurred to me suddenly that he might think I was here to make trouble. Maybe he thought I was with the government, maybe the IRS, though I think even they would be frightened by his battleship-style demeanor. After appraising me for a long, hard moment, he asked in a voice reminiscent of Popeye's, "What can I do for you?" I decided that this was not a person who wastes time or who likes people who waste it. Since I was playing the role of someone who didn't know where Lois Lane was, I said, "I'm looking for someone." His eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't know anyone." Uh-huh. Okay. I've seen this on TV, too. At this point the hero usually grabs the bartender, pulls him half way across the bar, looks him close in the eye, and threatens to thrash him within an inch of his life if he doesn't reveal all. Sometimes the bartender in turn grabs a bottle and conks the hero on the head and the hero wakes looking up through swirling stars and bird songs at the mysterious person (often a woman in black) who he was searching for originally. However, stereotypes and cartoons rarely apply in real life, and I didn't want to grab the bartender because I could hurt him. If he tried to hit me with a bottle, while I can fake being injured, I can't bleed or develop a nasty lump and a purple bruise like a normal person can. So playing heroically stupid was out of the question. Instead of even starting to argue, I said simply, "I see. Then I'd like a beer." I asked for a Chinese brand I rather like, just to see how he would react. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:30 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 04 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 04 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 Surprisingly, he didn't blink. He had the brand and served in the bottle when I said that was okay. He didn't charge too much for it, either, something I didn't think about until he had turned away to fetch it. I don't suppose he would have taken a check on the Bank of Smallville. After serving me, he went back to his place and watched me as he dried more glasses. I concluded that I had not impressed him as likely to become a regular customer. I could see my reflection in bits of the mirror evident on the wall behind the shelves full of bottles. No, I don't look like a seaman. While I have a tan, I didn't acquire it from the wind whipping around me at sea, and I don't have rope burns, an eye patch, a peg leg, or a sassy parrot on my shoulder. I'm getting silly, I'm sorry. I drank slowly and in peace. I listened to my surroundings. Lois Lane had clammed up. Otherwise, the dock is a busy place, very noisy and even dangerous sounding with all the tons of cargo being moved, countless forms of machinery whistling warnings, and people laughing, cursing, and shouting. One slip, one misplaced foot, one mis-tied rope, one broken link in a chain - and a life could be lost. I wonder if the Planet has done any stories about that area of the city recently. It would be interesting to spend a few days there with a camera. As I finished about half way the beer I decided to return to my "search" and up the ante a bit. If this didn't make Lois Lane curious, nothing would, and I'd have to modify my estimation of her skills as an investigative journalist. Drawing on more television metaphors, I said while looking at no one in particular (but the bartender was the obvious target), "If you ever do get to know anybody, sir...." My peripheral vision told me he paused in his glass drying. "If you'll inform her that... The Former Silver Knight" (I said this with a certain understated drama) "came looking for her, I'd appreciate it." Watching me, he said nothing, but neither did he resume his glass drying. I did note his eyes dart briefly, minutely, to his left. I made a conscious effort not to glance at the mirror again. Instead I finished my beer in a smooth swallow, put the bottle down quietly on its napkin, nodded at the bartender and said, "Thank you, sir." I then turned on my stool to my left (Lois Lane's booth was off to my right), prepared to step down and walk away into the sunset - okay, the late morning, but the effect should have been the same. It would have been, too, if all the television metaphors I've been indoctrinated with practically since birth hadn't crystallized right there in front of me. When I turned I came face to face with Lois Lane. Her hair was loose in a longish page-boy style. She wore a dark brown turtle neck sweater, a light brown jacket, matching brown slacks, and white tennis shoes. She looked like she was heading for a job in an office. Maybe she was preparing to go undercover as an account executive for a sporting goods company. The expression on her face was, well, you can guess from what she said: "You *thoughtless*--" Two could play this game if Number Two thought fast: "Wonderful?" "--*careless*--" "Fascinating?" "--Insensitive--" "Unforgetable?" "*Fool!* The more she frowned as she accused, the more I smiled as I replied, but when she ran out of steam, I sighed, "Well, I'd say it was nice to see you, too, but--" "You're not supposed to use *that name* in public!" "Then how will people ever learn about--" She grabbed my upper arm and part of my T-shirt sleeve and dragged me toward that booth in the far, dark corner. She shoved me into the seat that faced away from the front of the tavern. She's (literally) a powerful little woman. She took the seat across from me and from it had a commanding view and complete control. I let her do all this and think what she must have been thinking because at last I had her full attention. Also, it was fun. Bibbo(?) delivered two drinks just as we were settling in. Hers was hot tea; chamomile by the scent and by the tag on the bag resting in the hot water. He put down a squeeze bottle of honey beside it. Nice. No, not nice: he picked up the squeeze bottle and wiped it off with a damp rag he carried over his broad left shoulder, then he put the bottle back down again, less sticky than before. Was this her normal "drink"? Why hadn't he delivered it earlier? To keep me from looking back here? Had she been waiting for it, getting more and more thirsty all this time? My new drink was a small glass of ginger ale. Whoopie. I guess another beer was out of the question as long as Lois Lane was in charge. "You said this smart-ass is a 'farmboy'?" he growled at her, but it didn't sound like a threat. His threat was for me. "Look at this!" He swiftly clamped his dinner-plate-size hand around my left wrist (which looked like a bread stick in comparison) and pulled my hand (and me) halfway across the table to show her. "No calluses. People who work on farms have *calluses!*" He then slammed my hand down on the table so hard that I'm surprised it didn't break. The table, I mean. I pretended to struggle to free myself before he thought up some new test to prove his point. She stared at my hand as though she'd never seen such a thing. The light was so dim maybe she couldn't see it. Maybe that's why she touched my palm. She frowned, nodded and looked up. "Okay, Beeb, I see. Don't hurt him." "I don't care about *him*. *You* just be careful, Missy," Bibbo warned. He let me go, gave me the evil eye and snarled, "I'll be *watching* you, buster!" Lois Lane, still touching my hand, told him calmly, "I'm taking care of things." He grunted incredulously, reached up to pull a string that turned on a colorful lighting fixture with a 25-watt bulb, and said, "This'll help." He walked away but I'm sure he remained within earshot so he could spring to her rescue at any moment. She looked at me and then down at our hands. I looked at them, too. Oh. I honestly hadn't realized I should have moved as soon as I was free. We parted as though we were afraid of each other's cooties, though I kind of suspect her cooties are *very* interesting. She held her infected hand before herself, protected, and looked at me in a stern manner. "All right, just where *are* you from, *Mister* Kent?" My first instinct was to do something I've never done before: tell her the truth. *The* truth. I was so close to just telling her that I had to stop myself even as I opened my mouth. I have no idea why it was the first thing that jumped into my mind because she hadn't exactly done anything to have merited this interesting bit of information about me. I struggled with what to say and in a moment, in another mysterious turn in my relationship with Lois Lane, I gave up and said, "Mars... maybe. I'm not sure." She lowered her head and closed her eyes for a long moment. I suspect she began thinking about lunging across the table to strangle me. Her visible reaction wasn't exactly surprising. Dad's frog metaphor is for overreactions: for the day I'm caught doing something so abnormal, so strange that nobody will be able to ignore it or just laugh it off. I have a "Yeah, right" metaphor for underreactions. Lois Lane illustrated it perfectly. But it's okay. It really is. Someday I'll find somebody I'll want to tell the entire truth as I understand it. It will probably be the woman to whom I want to give my heart, the woman I know will cherish and take care of it. I won't be careless when I tell her. There won't be any blurting it out. I'll plan what I want to say first, and the woman I tell will believe me, but she won't care at all. She'll laugh and say, "I knew there was something odd - I mean *special* about you!" And then she'll hug me hard. Our love will be all that matters. It will make us so strong that we'll be able to work everything out together. Clearly Lois Lane is not that woman. As she contemplated the insides of her eyelids, I said, "Does it really matter? I grew up in Kansas. I've been to college, traveled, and worked as a journalist for the last eight years or so, and I haven't done the same amount of farm work I did in my teens," which is all true. In some ways, because I'm stronger than I was in my teens, I've probably done more and heavier work. It just doesn't show up on my hands and it hasn't shown up there since I was about 13 years old. She looked up again, at me for a moment, but then she let her eyes travel and she sighed. "You're right, it doesn't matter. We researched you and you're not hiding anything important. You can't be. I'd know it. What matters is, of all the gin joints in all the world... well...." She smiled a bit at herself, but the smile disappeared as she met my eyes. "Why did you come to *this* one?" That's just what I was asking myself.... No, that's not what I said. That would have been goading her. I said simply, "Because I wanted to." "You 'wanted to'...." I chose the first word of my explanation carefully and used it because I thought it would have more impact: "Perry said you'd be here." "Oh, he did, did he...." She smiled again, this time triumphant and not a little arrogant. "So you've come to--" "Apologize? Beg you to put me under your thumb again? No. Not in a million years." If I had hit her with a fish, the impact would have been the same. "But... But why--" "It's my turn to ask questions. Why are *you* here? Drowning or," I indicated her tea, "calming your sorrows?" "No! Not that I couldn't drink *you* under the table, *farmboy.*" She took a breath and then sounded less strident. "I'm here because I like it here at this time of day. It's quiet. I can think." "What are you thinking about?" "Why do you care?" "I don't know. I just do. Tell me." "This is some kind of trick...." She picked up the string of her tea bag and bounced the bag in and out of the water. "No, it isn't a trick." By the wall to my right there was a clean ashtray among the salt and pepper shakers and little stand-up cards advertising beer brands. I slid the tray over. She looked at it, caught on, and dropped the used tea bag in it. She also smiled, sly again. "I know. Perry put you up to this, didn't he?" "Nope. All he said was he wanted me to give you another chance." "I don’t need--" "And you came here because...?" She almost growled. I guess she wasn't used to people cutting her off and not playing her games. "Because... because I just got done checking out someone I was told would be a good... you know...." Perry will be glad to know she hadn't come to sing. "A good someone-whose-name-shall-remain-secret? You move fast." "I have to. This is more important than personalities." That was an opening to comment on her personality, but I refused to take it. Instead I asked, "Is that why you're dressed like that?" She looked down at herself. "Oh, this?" She pulled up a big purse. Even though earlier I had thought she might hit me with one, it was surprising to see she actually had a purse. Maybe it was the "femaleness" of it: Lois Lane - swashbuckler and brilliant conspirator - carries a purse. From it she took a pair of heavy, tortoise-shell glasses, different >from the ones she wore at the Ball. She put them on and then used both hands to gather her hair back and hold it in a loose pony tail. "This is how I looked. I wore better shoes, too. I was in a bank." "The glasses are a great disguise." "More than you know." She released her hair, took off the glasses, and put them away again. "Do you wear a lot of disguises?" "I have to, in this line of work, and even *before* I got into this line of work." She sipped her tea. The steam curled around her nose. Mad Dog that she was, she handled the cup as though it were only warm. "You'll probably wear a lot of disguises, too, for certain assignments." I couldn't see that, not then, not now. Maybe that's why The Silver Knight doesn't appeal to me. The idea's okay, but the suit? "I don't know. I'm not too much into that kind of thing. I'd rather just be myself." "You won't get too far then. Sometimes you have to be... sneaky to get the facts. For example...." She added honey to the tea and stirred it in as she thought. "I assume you're being a *little* sneaky when it comes to your relationship with Lex Luthor...." "A little, yes." (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:35 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 05 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 05 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 "Well, there. Good. That's a start. Do you have a mentor in the newsroom? Someone who's helping you out - I don't mean Steve or Eduardo. They're nice, but they're hardly investigative reporters." "I'm hardly one, either." She just nodded but her sleepy eyes said, "Clever boy." Oh. So that's why I need a mentor, because I'm hardly an investigative reporter and it shows. I said, "Mr. White's helping me." She mouthed out "Mr. White?" It did sound a little odd, didn't it? "In the newsroom, he's... I mean...." "I understand. When you start bringing in the *big* stories, and he starts to pat you on the back, then you can call him Perry and he won't bat an eye." "How long did it take for you to get to that stage?" "Oh...." She looked thoughtful. "Maybe... a week." Wow. "You had pulled in a big story by then?" "Of course. I found the witnesses who broke a jewelry fencing ring - no, it was the kidnappers who.... No." She frowned at herself, then gave up. "Well, I had several big stories under my belt by then, if you count the ones I got when I was an unpaid intern. Since *you* just..." she waved her hand, a small motion that may have helped her avoid saying something unkind "...got to town, it will take you a little longer." She could be right. She has experience with the city and in the newsroom, and from what he told me, she's known Mr. White for quite some time, too. "Okay. So, are you going to use him? The man you saw this morning?" She shook her head. "No. He was completely wrong. For one thing he's uncoordinated. I was waiting in the lobby of the bank's accounting office when I saw him. He tripped on a wrinkle in the carpet and spilled coffee all over himself. Then when we were introduced, he leered at me and I was *not* looking like anyone a normal man would want to leer at." As she had obviously been trying to look all-business/no-play, I could easily agree. "Not good." The last time I saw her, in the park, she looked okay. She was pretty in her Metropolis University yearbook picture. What does she really look like? Does she herself remember? Has her appearance simply become something to be manipulated? That was a sad thought, so I tried a more cheerful one. "If you had wanted to test his ability to leer, you could have sent Catherine Grant." She narrowed her eyes, didn't look at me, and said, "Yes..." dryly. I sensed that she wanted to say more but was biting her tongue, or at that moment scalding it with the still-steaming tea. Since her self restraint might keep her from talking any further, it was time to surprise her by taking our conversation to a riskier level. One of the questions foremost on my mind was the one I chose to ask. "Ms Lane, what is it exactly that you're looking for in the person you want... to fill the position?" She frowned, licked her lips and looked up, pinning me, looking me right in the eye, probing.... I didn't move, letting her look, hoping she would see my sincere interest. I guess she did - in a way. She said, "Why do you want to know? It doesn't concern you any more." "No, it does concern me. It seems to be a good cause and I know it's so important to you that you're dedicating your life to it. I think you're a little crazy to do that, but--" I held up my hand, warding off her immediate protest, "*but* I think you're a good person. Just because you and I didn't hit it off and I'm not the person you were looking for" (note that at this moment her mouth tightened a little and she began tapping her right forefinger on her cup) "doesn't mean that I can't help you in ways maybe neither of us suspects. My problem is, I don't know what you're looking for." It's interesting how out of all I said, she focused on our bizarre relationship and said quietly, defensively, "We could have hit it off...." "Not at the rate we were going. We just kept clashing. That's counterproductive and not a lot of fun, which I think being... who you wanted me to be... should be." "No, being... *him* is *serious*. It's not *supposed* to be fun. It's too important." She sat back. "And I don't like to be counterproductive, either, and I'm not really like that." I had the good sense not to take this second opening, either. I tasted my ginger ale instead; it was strong and sparkly. "I'm usually easygoing and a great friend to everyone I meet...." She paused to look at me. I was listening and trying to make my face neutral in all respects, which wasn't easy given my experience with her and what I've learned about how she interacts with people. But I don't want to be judgmental here - though it's a little late for that, I guess. I think she may well want to be a "great friend to everyone" she meets, but maybe she's too impatient, too demanding, or (and?) too exacting, or maybe she finds people boring because they're not the way she thinks they should be. Most people she meets probably really aren't as sharp as she is, though I doubt she realizes that. Maybe an armored approach to life usually works for her and she gets what she believes she wants. Who am I to say? Except that *I* couldn't live that way. "It's just that... that..." She looked away. I don't think my expression frightened her, but she did choose to revisit my original question. "I've never told anyone what happened, what gave me this idea...." Her small, quiet voice turned a touch bitter then. "No, I told Mother and Daddy when it happened, when I saw it, but they didn't see it so they didn't believe me, so...." So that was the end of that. But I knew from her tone of voice that it wasn't, not by a long shot. The first question anyone would ask is "What did you see?" But going for the bone isn't a good idea if a journalist wants the meat, the gravy, the dressing, the mashed potatoes, and the salad, too. The best reporter cares about his subject and will treat him or her like a real person, like dessert. (They won't demand anything.) I asked, "Were you very young when this happened? When you told them?" "No, I was almost nine - and very mature for my age, but they still thought I was daydreaming." Lois Lane the dreamer.... "Where were you? Were you in a position to be daydreaming?" "No, we were in an airplane. We'd flown places before, and I liked to fly. I still do. We were flying back from California, where we went to visit relatives for our summer vacation. I realized later it was one of the first attempts my parents made to patch things up between themselves and to make up to Lucy and me for the times we heard them fighting. They failed miserably and kept failing and making things worse until they got divorced when I was eleven and that was really bad...." She contemplated her tea for a long moment. "I hate California, it's so plastic and pretentious." This must be what she actually thinks of her own life, that it's plastic or artificial. But I don't think she sees herself as pretentious, or she'd be wrong if she did. Instead, I suspect she doesn't like all the pretending when her goals are moving further away. How tired she must be of it. But I didn't want to explore that with her, mainly because I'm not a psychotherapist and she would no doubt balk at my trying to play one. So I said, "The sea shore and the mountains are pretty. Did you get a window seat?" "Oh, yes. Lucy got the window seat going, so I got it coming back. I kept my face pressed to the window, too, so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Mother was already trying to get us to take her side against Daddy.... We were somewhere over eastern Colorado or Kansas or Nebraska or maybe even Missouri or Oklahoma. It all looks alike, all that flat land with those circles...." She moved her right hand in a flat, circular fashion. I knew what she'd seen. "Those are caused by the gigantic sprinklers that tap into the aquifer and irrigate the crops." She might have found this interesting. She said, "Huh...." Then something must have occurred to her. "Why would he...." Back to me: "But it's not *all* sprinklers, is it?" "All? You mean, from - what? Denver? The Front Range? To Kansas City? Is it all irrigated and watered by sprinklers?" She nodded. I guess she thought she was talking to an expert on that part of the country. Well, she was. "No, not all of it. There are a lot of grasslands and some of it's federally protected." "Where do the forests begin? I mean, on the east side." "If you took the route I think you did, eastern Kansas and practically all of Missouri, unless you had a stop over in Albuquerque or Dallas or Chicago, in which case--" "No, it was a nonstop, LA to Metropolis. I saw forests *after*...." But she wasn't ready yet to disclose after what. "Could people have picnics in the grasslands or the rangelands?" I shrugged. "I don't see why not." This was a strange line of questioning, unless.... "Were your parents thinking of doing that?" "No, they don't like the countryside. I don't either. There's nothing to *do* there like there is in the city. I *wanted* to stop, though, but I knew the plane wasn't going to turn around and go back just because *I* saw...." No, not yet.... "I asked the flight attendant precisely where we were. I wanted to know what state and what county and the nearest town. But she thought I was annoying, I could tell." Note to self: Lois Lane does not like people who fail to take her seriously. Tease her with care. "I don't think she cared where we were. She had a plastic smile, but she couldn't fool me. I decided to ask the pilot, but Mother and Daddy ordered me to get back to my seat. They were no help at all. When I got home I went right to the atlas and used every bit of math I knew to try to figure out exactly where I was when I saw... him." The only question I could ask was: "Him?" She played with her cup, thinking... deciding. I took a drink of ginger ale to indicate that I was relaxed and had plenty of time. I have a great deal of patience in situations like this. She said in a barely audible voice: "The little boy, the little... flying boy." She looked up immediately. "I *know* that sounds crazy, you *don't* have to tell me!" I wasn't telling her anything, I was choking. Very occasionally I do swallow something wrong, usually when I'm eating too fast, and I have to politely cough it up to get it going the right way. I have an esophagus and a trachea and they seem to work just like everyone else's. My choke this time was caused by being caught totally off guard. It was just like on TV but real. "I didn't... pardon me... I *didn't* say anything." "Well, I know what you're thinking." But it didn't matter. She had cleared the hurdle and wasn't stopping now. "I only saw him for a second - I mean, we were probably going six hundred miles an hour - but I *saw* him--I *swear* I did!" I remember seeing the jet. It almost few right into me. The starboard wing missed me (or I missed it) by a matter of yards. The experience was the only scary thing about my unplanned trip upward after the duck disaster, and it encouraged me to head back down for home as soon as I could figure out how to do so. In a moment I was able to say, "You saw a little boy...." I think despite my earlier self restraint, I might have come off sounding a bit like a psychotherapist. She nodded and her insistent voice turned more neutral. "The wing almost hit him. I thought it had but I figured out the turbulence had hit him instead, because when I first saw him he was still and *then* he went tumbling." For a few somersaults, yes, but I righted myself quickly. "He had light skin and dark hair and wore a T-shirt and blue jeans." Shorts, or rather, cut-off jeans. I was also wearing a "Smallville Daze" T-shirt. If she had seen that I would have had to ask her if her parents had found *her* under unusual circumstances, if *she* was "adopted," too, and had better eyesight than anyone she knew. "Yes, I saw all that in a split second. I'm sure he was under ten years old. He was probably close to five years old. After I got home, I observed other kids and figured out his age group." "That practice must have helped you as a reporter later on." She blinked, obviously surprised that I was listening and then I think she was just a touch pleased with my comment. "Yes, I'm sure it did." (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:43 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Comments: RFC822 error: MESSAGE-ID field duplicated. Last occurrence was retained. From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 06 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 06 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 "What do you think he was doing up there?" She leaned forward a bit and rested her elbows on the table. A move like this always tells me the person I'm talking to realizes that I'm interested in what they're saying. I guess I should add here that I was leaning forward a bit, too. I had my left forearm and my right elbow on the table, and my right hand preoccupied with holding my ginger ale. I translate the "forward" as a naturally encouraging, open posture. She said, "I think he was exploring. On the plane I created a scenario. His family was visiting Earth in a flying saucer and they landed somewhere below for a picnic. The little boy went flying around exploring our planet. He got too close to the plane, got scared, flew back down to his parents, and they all packed up and left." "That would cause me to think twice about staying, too." She narrowed her eyes a bit, telling me I should try to think more analytically about all this, as she was. "Since then I've come up with a better theory. First, I did investigate the flying saucer angle and there was a flap - a wave of UFO sightings - happening at that time around the Gulf of Mexico. So a saucer from there could have strayed into... wherever we were flying over, right?" "Right. From there or from Colorado. There are always reports of strange things seen in the San Luis Valley." "Well, there. Exactly. Do you know a lot about flying saucers?" Ah.... "I'm mildly interested," which is half true. I'm *very* interested, not that it's ever helped me much. She wiggled a little, as though settling down into her topic. She was talking to someone who wouldn't dismiss her theory out of hand as soon as she said UFO. "Okay, okay. I've had a lot of time to think about what I saw. They may not have been here for a picnic, but they probably did take time out to eat when they got hungry. I mean, he looked human, so they probably eat food. That's not important. I think that there were only a few of them, that they weren't starting a colony, or everyone would know that, even out in the countryside. They were probably no more than a family - a mother and father, maybe some grandparents, several kids - and one of them was the little boy I saw. I think they came in peace, and I think they came to explore. First," she touched her left forefinger, "they came in peace because the little boy was allowed to go out on his own, so his parents probably didn't expect him to get into any trouble. I don't think he was carrying any weapons because the plane I was on didn't get shot down in retaliation for frightening him." "Or they realized it was just an accident and they didn't need to retaliate." "Yes. They didn't get upset. They must be very intelligent, and very strong, and they can probably all fly, and they probably have a lot of other strange abilities. They're confident that even their children can take care of themselves. And I think they're explorers because the little boy was out on his own." I smiled, "Unless he's a rascal and was running - flying away." She shook her head immediately. "No, no, no, he's been instilled with a code of ethics that we can *all* learn from. You don't go traveling to other planets on a whim; you have to prepare. His people are *not*..." she caught herself, paused, and resurrected the word, "...counterproductive." She smiled a touch, apologetic. "But I'm sure they like to have fun. The little boy just never expected to encounter the jet. It probably scared him, but I'm sure he was fascinated with everything else he saw." She paused again, and I realized that this time she was hoping for my opinion. Well, she was right: I was fascinated by everything back then, after I got over crying about my duck losing the race. Now I was fascinated again, this time by her desire to know what I thought about her ideas. That was a real step forward in our odd little relationship. I said, "What a wonderful theory!" I wish parts of it had been true. I wouldn't mind being part of a family outing visiting the Earth. I'd want my family to land on a certain farm outside of Smallville, make good friends with the Kents and let me stay there summers. And some winters, too, so I could go to school with all my new friends. "With what you know," plus a vivid imagination, "it makes sense." She nodded, her eyes bright. "That's just the beginning. It gets more interesting. I was thinking they would move on and I'd never see them again. The story of my life. Lucy told me once that a super guy might be waiting 'right outside my window,' but," her sarcasm evaporated as she smiled, "*I* knew he was on Venus or Alpha Centauri or exploring the Pleiadies. A *lot* of UFOs come from there. So my dream guy's not even human and not even on earth!" I don't think she noticed that I was speechless again. At least I wasn't choking this time. I did manage a little smile. I expect that she thought I understood of her self-deprecating tone. She backed away then, explaining quickly, the joke on her. Why did she give me the impression that she thinks everyone makes fun of her? She said, "Not that he's my 'dream guy,' but, you know, sometimes I'd get preoccupied with thinking about him...." Her voice became serious, "It *is* almost like I dreamed him up, except I *really* saw him. I still imagine that little boy growing up and deciding to help us, to come back and help Earth. But until he does, I...." She looked down at her almost empty cup. "Well, this... situation I've been dealing with came up and I've needed him...." She looked up, covering, "--to help save the world, except he has to save it my way, which sounds *totally* egotistical, I know, but...." "No, he's your dream and you mean well..." unlike *some* egotistical people I've been talking to recently. "Yes, I do, I really do. And because he's taking his time coming back, I've had to use the *idea* of him. I've had to make him myself. I need him to fight people like Lex Luthor and show the city that there are positive things people can do, that there is *hope*." I could only nod in reaction to her intensity; there was nothing I could add. Her story does explain everything, doesn't it? And since I know she's not crazy, or wasn't when she saw me twenty years ago, I can confirm that she's simply consumed with the idea of assuring justice for all (and herself). Her intensity waned, which was sad to see. "It hasn't been working out very well, I know...." She sighed. "I want to form an army of Knights, an army of hope, but I can't even get *one* to work out." Feeling the need to rush to her rescue, I said, "But they didn't have your inspiration. They had no idea what you've been working for. And being a Knight," I see it now, a knight in shining armor, "well, it's not an easy assignment for anyone, even someone from outer space. I mean, saving the world...." She nodded. "It *is* big, very big." Her voice began to regain strength. "But he's up to it. He's the one who can do it, with my help." Uh-huh.... "Well, now that I understand why you're doing this...." I left unsaid, "all you have to do is ask me and I'll come back." Even though suddenly I wanted to, I wanted to help her, I couldn't just say it. I realized that one reason she hasn't been able to find just the right person to play her Knight is that no one can live up to the image she has of him. I didn't know if I could live up to it wearing that outrageous suit, but it might be fun to try - if she'd ask. She finished my sentence in her own way: "Now all we have to do is attract him, to show him that it's okay to come out of hiding." My turn to blink. "Pardon?" She sat up, light, airy, smiling. "Oh, he's here; he's come back. I have *proof*." I was lost and feeling breathless. Had forces beyond my control (again) maneuvered me into the bar? Was this a trap? "Proof?" "After I saw him, I started collecting reports of unusual incidents that *someone* could have helped keep from getting worse. You know, like disasters where angels are reported?" "Angels?" Some kind of.... "Not that there *are* angels. There are usually good explanations for what happens and there's nothing religious because usually people just help themselves, but I have a whole scrapbook full of odd reports anyway. Nearly of them are circumstantial because I haven't been able to check out any of the reports, like the ones that happened in Pakistan or Australia or somewhere far away...." She paused to catch her breath. Note here that I've never been to Pakistan. I may have flown over it but I haven't visited it yet. Have the strange things that have happened in that part of the world mean others like me could live there? I've searched almost everywhere but not found anyone. Have I missed them or have they missed me? Have they inadvertently supplied her with her proof? She continued, "I haven't been able to rely on them. But now I have *real* proof!" She reached into her big purse again and pulled out a large manila envelope. "It happened here in town last week, last Tuesday." She handed me the envelope. "Jimmy heard about it. He has a friend who works at the City Yards who told him, and he snuck in yesterday and got me two pictures. He just delivered them to me this morning." I'm thinking: Tuesday? City Yards? I opened the envelope and pulled out two glossy, black-and-white pictures. The first was of the front of a Metropolis city bus, the second a close up of the same bus. With her left hand she took the edge of the second photograph and folded it down while I still held it, so we could share the view. She tapped the picture with her right index finger. "There, see that hand print?" It was in the center of the bus, in the metal frame just above the grill. At the time I'd made the impression, I assumed the grill was weak and would collapse under pressure, so I hadn't touched it. Acting, I squinted at the picture. "It's a little hard to see...." Which was true. "It's shallow, yes. That's probably why no one on the scene saw it after the accident *almost* happened. And he - and it was a 'he', too, because Jimmy said the hand print was bigger than his own hand, so it was made by a man-size hand. Anyway, the man who made this print didn't need to rely on brute strength to stop the bus. He only needed to slow it down and turn it. He probably used some kind of telekinetic power plus air pressure built up between his hand and the frame of the bus. He's *very* clever." I heard myself say, "Heh...." "That's why it's been hard to imitate him. We can only do it mechanically." "Maybe that's also why you've been so disappointed with all your candidates." I indicated the pictures as I put them back into the envelope. "That's hard to live up to." "Yes, it is... and you were the best one, the best...." She looked at me, very brave. "You were doing the best. You were trying, and I just... I just blew it. I'm... sorry. I don't know why - I mean, I don't know why I blew it - well, I *do*... I think - but I'm not sure so I'm not going to bore you - I hate to bore people, I try not to... but I can say... I'm sorry." I nodded and smiled some. "That's okay--" "No, it's not. I was rude and stupid.' "Yes." She frowned a little and probably reconsidered saying the next bit but forced herself to anyhow. "And I won't do it again." "Okay. Does this mean... you want me to come back?" She licked her lips. Was confirming this as hard as apologizing? "Yes, but just for a little while. We only need to show him that I - that we need him." "To come out of hiding?" "Yes." Well, I didn't know about that, not if she's expecting someone dressed like her manufactured hero. More important though: "And we'll talk? You'll clue me in on what you're thinking?" She nodded. "Yes, I'll try. But with the proof I have now, everything's changing, so...." It might be a vow she wasn't sure she could keep. She busied her eyes elsewhere, attending to returning the envelope to her purse. After all this, I didn't want any uncertainties. Keeping her talking seemed like a good idea, and I knew she didn't mind talking about her dream guy. "What do you hope he'll do when he comes out of hiding?" She looked up. "Hmm?" "Your Silver Knight. The real one. What do you hope he'll do?" (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:50 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 07 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 07 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 "Oh. Well, for one thing, I want him to look Lex Luthor straight in the eye and tell him his days as ruler of Metropolis are numbered." I guess someone who can fly and stop a bus wouldn't think twice about doing that.... "That sounds simple enough...." "It will be, for him. He won't be afraid of anyone. He'll be able to see them for what they really are." "He'll know criminals at first sight?" "Yes. He stands for truth and justice for all, and he acts totally within the law." "Does he like children and puppies?" She narrowed her eyes at me again. "Mr. Kent...." "Sorry. He just sounds so two-dimensional and nobler-than-thou. He might be hard to put up with." "Well, relax. Everyone will love him." "Oh, really?" She looked at me and burst out laughing. "You're jealous!" What? Of *myself*? "No, I'm not. If anything, I'm sorry for the guy. What if he doesn't want to come out of hiding? What if he'd rather work behind the scenes--" "We'll make sure he has a wonderful suit that'll disguise him if that's what he wants." "You want him to wear *that* suit?" "If he wants to, why not?" "What if it doesn't hide him? What if people find out he has family and friends? What if he has a girlfriend?" I don't yet, but I'm sure I will someday. "They could all be put in jeopardy--" "Don't worry! Don't worry, don't worry...." She was smiling as she said this; she was so confident. "All of his family and friends - *and* his girlfriend - though he probably didn't bring her along - she probably has better things to do. Maybe she's decided to live on another planet like this one that needs her. We need him, he's enough, he'll realize that. Anyway, they're all from the *same planet* he's from, remember? Besides," she paused to drink the remainder of her tea, "he's probably dedicated his life to his goal, so he doesn't have time for girlfriends. Whatever, they're just as able to take care of themselves as he is." Yeah, right, the hero-priest, as defined by.... "Except you." "Huh?" "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you expecting to direct his career once he comes out of the closet? Won't that put *you* in danger? Or are *you* going to wear the suit you-know-who is currently wearing?" "Don't be stupid! You have *no clue.* I can *take care of myself* and don't need him--" "But you just said--" "I said the *world* needs him. I'll just be *helping* him...." What? She waved a hand. "I'll be helping him get acclimated to Earth. I'll help him *most* by doing my job as an investigative reporter. I'll be out of hiding by then, too. It's all very simple, and in case you're still worried about it, I'm sure he likes children and puppies, too, but he knows they're far less important than stopping Lex Luthor. I realize that Luthor's been talking to you, but..." she paused to let me jump in and defend myself against veiled charges of consorting with the enemy. I jumped, noting at the same time that she was changing the subject. That was her right, I guess. "Look, I know he's an unscrupulous businessman. Or he may be. It's a stereotype I don't want to rely on. I hope your hero dreamguy doesn't rely on them, either." "Well, in this case, you and he both *can* rely on it. Luthor's as scummy as they come." I wished I had more ginger ale with which to bubble my way out of this unpleasant part of the conversation. Then again, what I chose to say got me in deeper, didn't it? If anything, it proved I can change the subject, too. "I do know one thing about him, something I overheard but I can't prove...." This grabbed her attention and she went right for the bone. This is not to say she's not a good interviewer, she's simply in a hurry. "What?" "Let's just say that I strongly suspect that Lex Luthor wasn't terribly broken up about the explosion of the Messenger last week." "Oh?" She sat forward, probing. "I know he's revving up Luthor Scientific's space program again, so any setback at EPRAD would help him, but he was *happy* about the explosion? You think he was involved in - Well, duh, what am I saying? Of course he was involved." "I can't say *for sure* that he was. All I know is he said, 'It was so much more than I expected,' and he was talking to Dr. Antoinette Baines, who's a program director at EPRAD." "I know who she is." She sat back now, nodding, thinking. That's a dangerous sign, but I have no idea what I could have done to influence her to think *carefully*. She said, "I see. That's very interesting...." Now I realized that I had just fed her fantasy of terrible revenge. I couldn't have her concentrating on that one man. If she could just spread her focus, maybe she could handle things better. Unfortunately, the only thing I could think of to say was, "I don't think he's the only devious billionaire in town." She said "Hmm?" but looked disinterested in anything but her target. "There's a man named Chronus Interregnum who owns a lot of Daily Planet stock and he's interested in how the Planet's run. He wants to take a bigger hand in it. I talked to him yesterday, and he hates Luthor, too." She looked sleepy and unimpressed. "Well, *that* certainly makes him devious." "I know that's no proof, but Luthor - I talked to him last night - he says Interregnum has virtually no past, that he practically sprang up out of nowhere five years ago and that he's been manipulating things right and left ever since." "So? Luthor lies through his teeth." "He also says that Interregnum was the driving force behind the Board of Directors kicking *you* out of the Planet." This didn't phase her, either. "While I bet Interregnum says...." "...that it was Luthor. Interregnum says he wanted to protect you." "So who do you think I'm going to believe? A mystery man with no history who wants to protect me, or a man I know for a fact is polluting the aquifer this city depends on?" She had a point, and Luthor had served me bottled water from Switzerland... which doesn't prove anything. Mr. Interregnum served me organic fruit juice. What a mess. I sat back, momentarily defeated... but what I was fighting for or against I'm still not sure. "Is there anything else I should be aware of when it comes to this Interregnum of yours?" "Well.... He's keeping Dr. Platt in his penthouse." "Oh?" This interested her; she must have been told about Dr. Platt's visit to the newsroom. "Keeping him prisoner?" "Ah, no, I don't think so. He wasn't in chains or anything." "Is he there voluntarily?" "I didn't talk to him...." I should have. I should have insisted; I should have called out. "Did he look like he was suffering?" "He looked busy. He was working at a desk. He looked okay from the back." "Then I think we can assume he's safe from Lex Luthor. Is there anything else this horrible Interregnum has done?" "Ah...." How could I put this? "He got real chummy with me...." "And it made you uncomfortable? So stay away from him." "It's not that easy. I work for the man indirectly and everyone's wary of him. He gives some people the creeps, and I understand why. He even tried to set me up with his secretary." Lois Lane didn't quite laugh this last bit off and, frankly, I'm glad. "Oh. We don't need you preoccupied with fending off some..." What was a nice word for.... "Innocent pawn," I supplied. Those were probably not the words she was thinking. "Huh?" "I don't think I'm her type, but that doesn't seem to matter to him." "You're not her...?" like she couldn't believe it. I think I'm flattered but I'm not sure. "He threatened her, too." "Date Clark Kent or you're fired?" "In effect...." "Uh-huh...." She seemed to struggle to keep a serious expression on her face. "Well, maybe... maybe Perry can think of something, some rule against romance on the job." I hadn't thought of that. "That could work... unless Mr. Interregnum changes the rules. I wouldn't put it past him." "Don't be so pessimistic. Just depend on Perry." She looked at her watch. It was almost noon. She looked surprised. "Oh, my...." She grabbed her purse and rose. "Come on, we can talk in the car." She waved at Bibbo, said, "We've worked things out. I'll see you later," He frowned about this, still wary, but he didn't say anything, just nodding. She led me out the back way. "You have a car?" I asked as we paused just inside the back door. Out of her purse she pulled sunglasses (she wouldn't need them; I could hear it was raining) and a scarf and put them on quickly. Disguises seem to be so important to her. "Of course I have a car. It's a Jeep. It's in storage. Most of my important things are in storage. I borrowed a car. Do you have a hat or anything? No? I think I have one...." We jogged through the sprinkle to the borrowed car, a nondescript gray sedan. In the back seat, among an astounding amount of junk (the car must have belonged to a family with kids), she found a baseball cap (not her father's). "Put this on. No one will recognize you." Yeah, right, I thought, but my face is known only to a few people, so I wasn't worried. She concentrated on driving through alleys and along rain-slick side streets, and we didn't talk. About thirty minutes later we arrived at the underground parking lot where I first met her. I made sure not to act like I recognized it, though I did say, "This place sounds familiar..." as she stuck a card into a reader and a barrier arm rose to allow us to enter. Her only comment was, "There are a thousand places like this in Metropolis." We went down one level and in an obscure corner found the van I've seen so many times before. We parked beside it. "Is the suit in there?" "Everything's in there." Mark was in there. He had turned on the ceiling light over the front seat and was reading a book by Dave Barry. As the van had been parked rear-end in and we parked on its left, he could see us coming. He grinned and reached through the window, slapping my hand in greeting. "Hey, man, you came back!" "My curiosity got the better of me, I guess." "Yeah, I know how it is. She does have great eyes, doesn't she?" "Yeah." "Mark!" "Sorry, boss. I wasn't talking about you." "*I* was," I said, just to see how she'd react. I think maybe she needs that kind of teasing. She narrowed those great eyes at me, then frowned at Mark. "I want him in the suit. We have some time for practice before the meeting at three." "Practice? Meeting?" Mark exclaimed. "What about *lunch*?" "I've taken care of that." Mark grumbled about how well she takes care of things, but he got up, went through the van to open the rear end for me. He helped me change into The Silver Knight suit while Lois Lane sat in the passenger seat up front, referring to a notebook and making quiet cell phone calls. When I was ready, Mark said I looked fine and then he returned to the driver's seat. "Where to, Toots?" "Just drive," she said flatly. "Go by the Planet. Jimmy's supposed to be at the east entrance." "With lunch?" "I called and asked him to pick some up." Mark brightened. "Great!" Then he dimmed. "Unless I have to pay for it again..." Ah-ha! I was sitting there on a bench in the back. I had easy access to my regular clothes and my wallet. I found a ten-dollar bill and reached forward with it, holding it between them. "My donation to the cause." Lois Lane said instantly, "No. You're doing enough," as she tried to shove my hand back. "Thanks!" Mark said as he grabbed my ten. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:43:56 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 08 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 08 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 They argued about this as he drove. He kept the money; she fumed. Jimmy came through: when we saw him, the first thing we saw was that he was carrying a large, brown paper sack. We paused long enough for Jimmy to run out from under the shelter provided by the Planet's side entrance, slide open the van's side door, motion at me to stay back in the shadows, and jump in, sliding the door shut again. He collapsed onto the bench beside me and grinned. "Hi, CK! I'm glad you changed your mind!" Wondering what he would react, I said, "My curiosity got the better of me, I guess." "Well, considering how antsy Lois was--" "Jimmy!" Lois Lane barked. "Shut up and pass out the food before Mark passes out!" Jimmy quickly distributed sandwiches (they had been made in a suburb of Chicago and shipped here) and cans of soda, and then he sat back and began to talk about how things were going at the Planet. Lois Lane turned and listened intently. How she must have wanted to be there instead of in the van, threading our way roughly northwest, out of the downtown area. In a few moments Mark reached an intersection that wasn't busy... because the sewer there was being worked on by a city crew. There was a man in a raincoat and galoshes who saw us coming and he immediately held up a stop sign. "We could have gotten through..." Mark complained, but he took advantage of the pause to open his can of soda. I looked ahead through the windshield and saw that there were barricades everywhere, and, despite the sprinkle, the work had attracted a small crowd of onlookers. They all heard, as we did, the BANG! of an explosion and saw the burst of smoke coming out of the manhole the men were working in. People in the crowd screamed - and surged closer to get a better look. The man with the stop sign dropped it and rushed to help. Lois Lane said, "Ohmigod!" Mark said, "Wow!" Jimmy said, "Where's my camera?" We heard someone cry out, "There's a man down there! Call the fire department!" I said, "We've got to do something!" Her eyes big with alarm, Lois Lane informed me, "You can't cover the story dressed like that!" "Well, *I* can take pictures!" Jimmy said. He had found the small camera in his shirt pocket. "The Chief will kill me if he finds out I was here and I didn't take any!" "Fine, take pictures," I said, "but we should *do* something!" Don't ask me what that meant, I didn't know. But the lack of a plan didn't stop me >from jumping out of the van after Jimmy. "Wait!" Lois Lane jumped out, too, but reached back in to fumble for the helmet I left behind. Mark grabbed it and tossed it to her. She turned and shoved it at me. "Put this on - and turn on your belt...." Jimmy, adjusting his camera, ran away through the rain to get pictures. Mark, still safe inside the van, surveyed the scene and said no one was watching us. I took care of putting on the helmet while Lois Lane fiddled with the belt, close to my... well, you can guess, but I'm sure she didn't think of that at all. The situation was more like that of a mother dressing a small child, but this little mother was grumbling about the wisdom of all the totally unplanned activity. Strangely, she talked herself into liking it after all. She was babbling: "You know, this could work. The rain won't cause you to short out, everything's waterproof. You rush in, size up the situation, help somehow, and it'll be great publicity." She closed in on me briefly and whispered, "*He'll* see how well it goes over and...." Was remembering "him" the reason she had changed her mind? Probably. I nodded and said, "I know." I was already sizing something up: the crowd. As Mark had reported, all eyes were focused on the unfolding horror and no one had noticed us. This couldn't last; I could hear sirens in the distance. It was beginning to rain harder, too. I could see myself plowing through all that and trying to find someone in charge to whom I could offer my assistance. They'd take one look, grab me, and I wouldn't be able to fight them off because I could hurt them and I wasn't supposed to be fighting anyone anyway. They'd lock me up in an asylum and throw away the key. My career would be in shambles. I told Lois Lane, "Listen: I don't think we can just rush right in--" She looked surprised. "Sure we can! Sure *you* can! I'll be there with you!" Oh, she'd make quite an impression on the crowd. She was beginning to get soaked. They'd lock her up, too, when they realized who she was. Someone would connect her to things like the nuclear bomb attempt on the Planet that Mr. Mounts told me about last week, even though I'm sure she wasn't involved. Over her shoulder, in a direction at a right angle to the disaster site, I saw a manhole cover and a better(?) plan came instantly to mind. "No, you stay here." "*What?* Oh, no - you're not going without me!" But that's exactly what I did. I ran up to the manhole and pulled off the heavy cover. I suppose it was heavy, anyway; I think removing it should have been easy using the suit's capabilities but I didn't give them time to get in gear. I pulled the cape around myself (wishing I had thought to remove it instead) and jumped down into the darkness. As soon as I landed, the helmet's visor instrumentation tried to adjust to allow me to see. Maybe it worked; I ignored it. I looked up once. I don't know if Lois Lane or Mark could see me. They stood at the edge of the hole looking down, about 12 feet. She appeared to be both worried about me - and angry about what I was up (or down) to now. For a moment I remembered my sewer rat metaphor. I was in the sewer now, but she was beginning to look like a water-logged rat. Mark, also dripping, just said, "Go, man, go!" As I had hoped, the hole led down into a tunnel and the tunnel snaked away in two directions, one of them toward the big problem. I zipped that way - actually, I float-zipped because of the slippery mess on the floor of the tunnel - through an increasing amount of smoke that smelled of burning electrical conduit and sewage. Moments later, at the work site, under the street, I found a worker crumpled unconscious in the muck. I arrived on time: he was alive. I could detect his heartbeat and that he was struggling to breathe. I picked him up in a swift move and poked him up through the manhole there. The smoke was clearing. The plan was for his companions and the arriving Fire Department to see him quickly and help him. I didn't need to stay. I think I saw Jimmy's flash. He caught a picture of the hurt man and illuminated the scene so others would see him. Good work! Also, I was seen. A man, bleary-eyed man from the smoke, peering down into the manhole caught sight of me. I saluted and stepped away into the darkness to my left. As the fellow grabbed the hurt man, he said, "Hey, you!" Then he looked over his shoulder to yell at his friends to come help (I think Jimmy got pictures of this, too), get the photographer *out* of here, and see what he saw. When they arrived, they would look in the wrong direction, though, because as soon as the fellow turned away, I headed to my right, back in the direction from where I had come. Returning to my starting point, I jumped (the metallic bands along my legs tried to help) and popped only my head and shoulders up through the manhole, like a prairie dog taking a quick look around. The growing crowd's attention was still riveted on the accident scene and no one was looking our way. Lois Lane grabbed my right arm and Mark grabbed my left and they pulled me out. "Come on, come on...!" In a heartbeat I was on my feet and trying to say, "I think I was seen." I was swiftly coaxed around the van, into it, and back on my bench. Jimmy joined me moments later. "I've gotta get back to the Planet!" Lois Lane ordered Mark to drive and he said, "Where to?" "Away from here - *not* to the Planet!" Jimmy was crushed. "But - but--" "We don't need anyone following us, especially to the Planet! You were the *only* photographer on the scene. You'll get your pictures in soon enough." He didn't look happy, but I think she was right about there being no need to rush since he had exclusive pictures. With him mollified for the moment, it was my turn to complain. "Wait a minute! We're leaving? I saved that guy! When things calm down, maybe we can--" "Hold a press conference to pat ourselves on the back? I'm glad you saved him, but look at yourself! You're soaking wet, you're a mess, and you smell like the sewer!" I did? I looked down at myself and took a sniff. I did. I looked at her. She didn't look much better. However, she shouldn't worry about appearances, given the circumstances. "So? Heroes can't get dirty?" I almost added something about if her hero guy turned up, *he* better expect to get dirty now and then. I sound a bit schizophrenic, don't I? She rolled her eyes. "Not first thing! Not for your debut!" She looked at Jimmy. "Did they get a really good look at him?" Jimmy grumbled, "No, I don't think so...." I said, "Just a glance, and I'm sure they think I went the other way." "Good. Listen, Kent, while I'm glad we could help back there, we have to think about how all this looks. The Silver Knight's debut *has* to look good and it has to look right. It has to be *spectacular,* or people won't buy it and..." she waved, encouraging me to finish her thought "...all kinds of other repercussions could happen." We could fail to impress heroguy, hmm? "So can we go back to the Planet now?" Jimmy peeped. "No." She tapped Mark on the shoulder. "Just make a big loop and go around back into town. We'll drop him off." Mark nodded and, as soon as he could, he hung a right. Except for Jimmy's muttering about his shots being old news already, we drove in silence. I sat there wondering why I was wearing a wet suit. I began thinking warm thoughts instead (I won't tell you about who or what), to raise my body temperature a bit and speed up the drying process. But it's a good thing I didn't start stripping off the thing. We stopped at another intersection. We were pointing east and were the only vehicle on the street as far as I could see. We were in a run-down urban neighborhood maybe two miles from the downtown corridor. It was yet another of the many poorer sections of Metropolis and the gray skies made it seem even bleaker. I hope that was the wrong impression, but the lack of all but one form of activity at this time of day made it seem that no one was in any hurry to get out and improve things. Across the street off to our left there were signs of life (or perhaps Hell) in a large, abandoned, fenced-in playground area. The chainlink fence was high and still mostly intact. Four screaming kids, teenagers of several races, were climbing up it near the northwest corner. They weren't screaming with joy like kids playing tend to; they were screaming in terror. They were trying to escape from three other kids of the same age, two of whom were swinging chains, forcing the climbers to stay where they were. Also on the playground was a mid-sized, black car. I don't know exactly what model it was because it had been completely retooled with too-large back tires, an overabundance of chrome, a loud, powerful engine, and too-dark-tinted windows. The driver was trying his darndest to run over two other kids who were playing matador to his bull. "Gang initiation," Mark observed dryly. "We don't really want to be here...." The braver(?) initiates were apparently doing what the gang members had mandated because they had more freedom of movement than those trapped on the fence. But even with their freedom they were taking a terrible risk because the car had a surprisingly sharp turning radius. Even as we watched, one of the would-be matador/initiates slipped on the rain-slick surface of the basketball court and the car winged him. The driver didn't stop but laughed hysterically. His window was open and we could see him throw his head back as he laughed, and I could hear him. He headed for the second kid, who stood by in shock, starring at the hit kid. Kid number two did look up and managed to jump out of the way just in time. The kids on the fence screamed even louder. "We have to stop that," I said and I reached for the handle of the sliding door. Lois Lane said firmly, "No. We can call the police. The suit is *not* strong enough to protect you if you're hit by a car!" "The police will take forever if they come at all," Mark told her. "And who said he's going to let it hit him anyway?" "Yeah, the police are scared of this neighborhood, everyone knows that," Jimmy said. "But if you do help them, I still have some film left." It just occurred to me, as I type this, that I was experiencing hero creation by committee. "I'll just reason with him," I smiled. She should have appreciated my peaceful approach. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:44:02 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 09 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 09 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 "You have to stop him first," Lois Lane said, ignoring my nonviolent tendencies, "and that's *not* going to be--" "Easy, I know. I just need to distract the..." what were they? "...the bad guys long enough to allow the trapped kids to escape." "Well," Mark said, his brow furrowed, "the driver *could* be armed and there could be more than just the driver in that car, plus there're all his friends watching...." Jimmy nodded. " I bet those are more of his friends way over in the corner." In addition to the three bullying the kids on the fence, there were two more surly-looking teenage males and three bored-looking teenage females. The former were cheering the driver on and mocking both the matadors and the kids who were trying to escape. Lois Lane spotted them and frowned thoughtfully. "I think you can deal with them if they're not armed with more than chains and knives," she said. "Even then, the suit's mostly bulletproof...." Notice how contrary she can be? One moment I'm not to go because the car could hit me, but the next moment, if I only have to deal with aggressive kids who are armed to the teeth, I'll probably survive. But I wasn't afraid for myself. First, the suit would provide adequate cover for whatever I did that wasn't quite human. Second, I was sure the kids just didn't realize what they were doing and would calm down quickly. Kids often do when they see that adults don't approve of their actions. This happened to me and my friends occasionally when I was growing up, though we never did anything quite like what I was witnessing. Too, the oldest adult among us was Lois Lane and she'd beat them up herself if they didn't cooperate. Third, Mark was already on the phone to the police. So that's why I said, "There's no time like the present to find out," and I opened the van's side door. My team piled out behind me, but I was already sprinting for the playground opening on the southeast corner of the lot. As I entered, I noticed that there was a narrow, decrepit jogging track around the interior perimeter. Because of some other features of this area just inside the entrance, I decided to make my stand there. The rain had stopped and there was a light breeze. Since the suit was almost dry, the cape lifted and fluttered a bit. I stood tall, my fists on my hips, and tried to look powerful. I have no idea if it worked. My build's okay but I've never gone in for weightlifting and body sculpting because I don't need the former and have never had time for the latter. But none of the kids, neither the participants or the targets, noticed me. My teammates stood back out of the way, probably wondering what I was going to do next and if I knew myself. I knew that the one person whose attention I needed was the evil driver. As he was turning and in a moment he would be able to see me, I checked my utility belt. There was a button marked "Power Voice." Dr. Klein had told me that activating this would turn on speakers on the sides of my helmet and allow me to shout in an alarming manner. My ears would be protected by the special lining in the helmet. Interesting, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted a coy, terribly stereotypical voice that would imply certain things. There was no button for that. I gave up on the belt and used my ventriloquism trick again, projecting toward him, "Hey, handsome...!" He heard it and turned, looking for the origin of the come-on. He was a skinny-faced young man of about 20 and mostly Hispanic, I think. Note that his cohorts and their girlfriends, the initiates and the victims were of quite a few races. This isn't surprising: Metropolis is so big that in some respects it represents the entire world, even down to its street gangs. He saw me. His eyes popped and he stepped on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt and trembled, roaring to go again. The bull metaphor was a good one. I projected so only he could hear: "I'd love to talk to *you*...!" I would have batted my eyelashes at him but I was wearing the helmet, which was busy trying to tell me the distance between myself and the car in centimeters. I didn't need to know this; he was about 30 yards away. Instead, to accent my invitation I sort of swung one hip in his direction and waved at him in a limp-wristed manner. Let me hasten to say that I have gay and lesbian friends all over the world, and they'd lecture me severely if they knew what I was doing. Lois Lane, who was way back behind me and who inspired more fear in me (in a strange, warm sort of way) than did the driver, gasped. "*What* is he doing *now*?" "Trying to get himself killed, I guess," Mark said. Were they afraid I was damaging The Silver Knight's reputation? Then one of them can wear the suit to perform the next rescue. Jimmy said, "These are gonna be great pictures!" But of all this, the most important opinion was that of the bad guy in the car: he immediately hated me for questioning his virility. He forgot the lame matadors and released the magnificent power of his car. (Mom, I can imagine what you would call that vehicle; you can insert it in here if you want.) (I mean, insert the word.) (Yes, your son is growing up and thinking all kinds of weird thoughts since he came to the big city.) The driver turned and aimed for me, just like I wanted. I heard Jimmy running up. For a moment, before the backview camera went dark, the helmet showed me that he stopped and crouched just outside the entrance and off to my left, almost too close. Mark said, "I can't watch...." but I suspect he did. Lois Lane muttered, "Kent, if you don't kill yourself, *I'll* kill you!" Had they no faith in their suit? Or was there something they'd failed to tell me, like... someone forgot to recharge the batteries? I cocked my knees as the evil driver closed the distance between us at an increasing rate. He'd be on me in a matter of seconds. At that point the helmet visor's array of readings disappeared and the visor became no more than high-tech sunglasses. The belt's electric hum sputtered and died, leaving me with only a little tool pouch containing, among other things, a pencil sharpener, nail clippers and a three-in-one screw driver. Finally, as the failures cascaded down the suit, the joints of the knee bands bent only sluggishly when they should have been prepared to spring me into action. Uh-oh. Fortunately, I didn't need any of these things. I'm very glad it was me in that suit and not some other, normal guy. I wonder if that's one reason I decided to try the whole thing again, that I sensed this possibility. Sometimes I do sense things and, Mom, you've always advised me to let go and follow my whims. So there, in the middle of the whim, I looked through the visor, ignored the useless belt, and prepared to spring on my own. A split second before the evil driver expected to hit me, I jumped up and executed a smooth forward flip over his car. He could then see that I had been standing in front of a steel pillar. It was short, jutting up out of the ground only about three feet. It was six inches in diameter, hollow and made of steel. There was evidence that other pillars like it had been erected to keep cars from coming through the entrance, but they had been removed. The remaining pillar was off to the side and so no one had struggled to pry it from its concrete mooring. The evil driver tried to avoid hitting the pillar by turning sharply off to his left, but as small as his turning radius was, it wasn't small enough. Cah-rash! I landed behind him and turned immediately to check on Jimmy's condition, prepared to rescue him somehow if the car or parts of it started spinning toward him. But while the car made terrific breaking, tearing and crunching sounds as its right front corner folded around the pillar, my friend proved that he seems to be developing the knack of staying just on the edge of danger. Shattered glass and the steam from the busted radiator reached for him... but fell just short. I don't think he noticed this though because he was too busy taking pictures. Since I didn't have to worry about him, I concentrated on the driver instead. His door was jammed, but I opened it quickly and caught him as he fell out. He was shaking from the shock but still able to curse me in a combination of English and Spanish. I pulled him away from the wreckage and ordered him to stay down. When he clearly wished to defy this order (which I made for his own good as he could use a few moments of rest), I pointed at him and repeated the order as firmly as I could and in Spanish, too. I don't know that I made a very good first impression. The second impression, though, was a striking one because when I pointed at him, out popped the spiked hooks along the band that sheathed my forefinger. (You'll recall I used these hooks in climbing the telephone pole on Monday.) I hadn't meant that to happen. He glared at me and didn't move. While the hooks may have made him think twice, he may also have thought that he didn't actually need to move. He looked off to his right and behind me, and when I looked that way, I saw that his friends were rushing to his rescue. Note here that the kids on the fence were scrambling off and running for the northwest entrance. The would-be matadors seemed to be torn between running away or staying with the gang they wanted to join. They held back with the girlfriends, meaning I faced a total of five young men intent on helping their friend. You may be wondering if I was afraid. I wasn't. I *was* nervous; I think this was because I wasn't sure what I'd say. In this case, the suit, as useless as it was for protection, did offer me something to hide behind. Also, Lois Lane's words echoed in my mind: "He stands for truth and justice for all, and he acts totally within the law...." I could do that. At the very least, I figured that whatever I did would slow them down, making time for help to arrive. So I stood tall again (this time for truth and justice) and held up my left hand toward the approaching crowd. "Stop right there!" At this point, spiked hooks popped out of that glove, too. Drat. However, all the kids did stop, surprised. I pulled my hand back and quickly pressed the spikes back into place, hard, so they'd stay put. I still had everyone's attention. "This man," I pointed at the villain still lying on the ground, "was attempting to kill two people. He did strike one and did not stop to offer assistance. He will be talking to the police about it. You can all stay and help him explain what he did, or you can leave now, peacefully." I decided not to press my luck by addressing the issue of the three chain-wielding gang members who had been threatening the kids on the fence. I wish there had been some way to show them there were better ways to interact with their peers. The young women, who had been holding back but gazing at me intently, were the smartest of the group. They came forward and grabbed their boyfriends' arms and tugged. They complained that they were hungry and tired of all these stupid macho games. They said that Carlos was a (insert a colorful Spanish epithet) and had gone too far and wasn't worth the trouble he was causing. The young men did their best to ignore the girls as they sized me up. The boots I wore made me almost as tall as the tallest of them, and my build plus the black suit's padding, spidery metal bands and the cape must have made me look if not dangerous then probably crazy and liable to do anything. Finally, of course, I still smelled a little like the sewer. They looked hard, dangerous and not crazy. They all wore white T-shirts and had cigarette packs rolled into their left sleeves. On their right arms were crude tattoos of dragons, and their slacks were rather baggy, which would have made it harder for them to run - or to run away, but maybe that was the point. They wouldn't run away from a challenge. Two of them had the chains that they had played with. All of them had knives of various sizes and some of the young men rested their hands on their knife hilts. But none pulled out any of these weapons. The moments passed, and I found myself automatically folding my arms before my chest. It was as though I was attempting to say that I wouldn't stop them if they left now, but who knows what I would do if I had to release my great powers? As I reflect on this now, though, I realize that my stance copied the stance Dad reverts to when he's trying not to argue with someone who he doesn't know and who doesn't know him, like a store clerk or a gas station attendant. He doesn't like to argue with strangers (he'll argue with Mom and vice versa), but he won't let himself be pushed into corners. He will stand rock solid to make his point. Dear great-grandchildren, my dad was a Marine; he knows what fighting is really like. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 05:44:11 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, part 10 of 10 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 9, Wednesday, May 11, PART 10 of 10 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 I don't like to argue, either. I don't think I'm very good at it. However, I think the stance was an excellent way to warn them and make my point. I didn't want to threaten anyone, but I refused to back down, even though I don't have much experience fighting. While I had the occasional scuffle on the playground when I was a kid, Lana was feistier than I was. Also, other than those scuffles, I've never hit anyone in anger. I'm sure I could do some damage if I hit anyone period. Maybe that's why the softer martial arts interest me. So for a long, tense thirty seconds or so, we had a standoff: one guy in a funny suit against five guys (or seven if the initiates joined in) who probably didn't feel anything in life was funny. Until, in the distance, we heard the sound of a police car siren. I'm sure they heard it because several of them turned their heads to look in that direction. This tipped the match in my favor. All the young men relaxed, shook their heads at me and laughed at how stupid I was for challenging them. Then they turned away, chuckling among themselves and calling me more colorful epithets. The girlfriends sounded relieved. The evil driver yelled after them to stop and come back. When they just waved at him and called him a loser, he scrambled to his feet, stood there for a moment, dizzy, and growled at me when his friends didn't respond in his favor. Then he called me more names (none of them "The Silver Knight") and charged at me. I stepped aside easily. He couldn't stop and he stumbled right into his car, sprawling across the front bucket seats. There he stayed, moaning. I noted that by the sound of the siren, the police weren't coming any closer. They probably weren't coming this way at all. This meant I'd have to deal with the evil driver on my own, and I wasn't qualified to do that legally. If he were hurt, I might be able to help him, but when I looked at him (and into him), I saw that he hadn't broken anything. He did smell of alcohol, so I think that during the crash, despite his sudden panic, he'd been relaxed because he had been drinking. That was when I decided I didn't have to worry about him, if only because he hadn't been worrying about himself. Also, the car wasn't posing any danger. It wasn't dripping anything more dangerous than radiator fluid and it didn't show any signs of catching fire or exploding, either. It just needed a lot of expensive repair work. Finally, I removed the keys from the ignition and dropped them on the ground just outside the driver's side door. So that was that for The Silver Knight's second and final adventure of the day. From my leaving the van to my leaving the playground, it took less than ten minutes. The resolution was satisfactory, I guess; at least no other kids were hurt and one dangerous driver was out of commission for a while. But personally, I didn't feel very satisfied. I didn't know why and I still don't quite. I should have been able to do more, not just to stop them but to make it into some kind of lesson to keep things like that from happening again. People don't *have* to live that way, do they? I don't think so, but how can I help them see they have other options? Jimmy was grinning as he took one more picture of The Silver Knight turning and walking away from the evil driver and his smashed car. "You were great!" he exclaimed as he straightened from his crouched position. "You're timing's good, too. That was the last of this roll!" I smiled (I didn't feel like doing so but did anyhow) and said to him, "Come on, let's go." He matched my pace. "But we've gotta stay! I can put in more film! The police will think you're great, too!" "Maybe, except I don't think they're coming after all." He quieted to listen for a moment. The police car with the siren was heading west, probably on the Crosstown. "Oh. Well, sometimes they don't come. Sometimes they don't think anything that happens here is important." That's awful to contemplate. I should write something about that. I should investigate how big the Metropolis Police Department is, where their substations are, and how they decide which emergency calls are worth responding to and which can wait. Lois Lane did not kill me upon my return to the van. She was smiling (not grandly but she seemed satisfied). She said, "Good job," and almost patted me on the back like Mark did. I don't know why she hesitated to touch me in even a remotely personal manner. Maybe it was really The Silver Knight who she hesitated to touch and, had I not been in the suit and had I botched the rescue, she would have given me what-for with two fists. That would have been exciting. We drove away quickly in case the gang decided to return when they realized the police weren't coming. Mark said something about the van having a special device that could obscure the license plate temporarily, so we would be difficult to track down. My teammates then proceeded to talk up front about how the two rescues could be fit into the Master Plan and what they would do with the pictures of the second rescue since the story can't be told in the Planet. I took off the suit and laid out all the components in their special packing. As soon as I was in my regular clothing, I joined them and listened. They had been spurred into thinking big for The Silver Knight's real debut, but I tried to inject some reality into their plans. I mentioned that the suit started acting funny just after my jump, and I thought it should be looked over carefully for signs of wear. I was assured that Drs. Klein and Lane would do that. I shouldn't worry. Everything must have worked as built because I had survived the smoke and dangerous chemicals in the first rescue and made that startling leap in the second. Lois Lane was glad that I had remembered my gymnastics training and said they should put it to better use. When I mentioned to Dr. Lane that the suit might have some problems, he said he'd look into it, but he was much more interested in how The Silver Knight would be officially introduced to the public. He said "That fellow deserves a big, flashy inauguration!" Ellen Lane had similar thoughts. She had a daily planner full of complex, detailed plans for The Silver Knight's debut. She's given it the overall title of The Big Day. We only have to decide what day that's supposed to be and she can take care of arranging the bulk of it. I suspect this is why Lois Lane warned me, "Brace yourself, you're about to meet my mother...." I should tell you where we were and introduce this new character in our little drama. We dropped Jimmy off at the Daily Planet then Mark drove us to a Unitarian Church on the northern outskirts of the city. There was parking in the rear and the van was impossible to see from the quiet suburban street. The church building wasn't in use at this time, but Lois Lane had a key. Dr. Lane was already there, in a large storeroom in the back. After hugging his daughter (she slowed down and submitted to this), he found a towel somewhere and she used it to dry her hair, which is curly when it's wet. We were soon joined by Ellen Lane, who brought a bag full of sandwiches and bottles of designer ice tea. She wondered why we were late and hoped that the tea was still cold enough because she had gone to some trouble to find Lois Lane's favorite brand. Lois Lane's mother is a small, slender, upright-standing woman who was at one time (and may still be) a nurse. She worked for a doctor, Sam Lane, who she wound up marrying. Though the marriage lasted twelve years, they are still on speaking terms - if you like sarcasm. It may be that they've reunited in an effort to help their daughter, which I think is nice. The three working together gave me the chance to see that no matter how much Lois Lane hints that she dislikes her parents, she is very much like them. They impress me as being keenly intelligent, no-nonsense people, though I think Sam Lane shows signs of a gentle sense of humor; perhaps he developed it in reaction to his ex-wife's unyielding personality. Like it or not, though, their daughter inherited a great deal of her approach to life from them. I think she even has a sense of humor and if it weren't for her current situation, that sense of humor would probably make itself known at the most unexpected times. So it's not surprising that they agreed that The Silver Knight (the version she wanted to create for public consumption and now to draw heroguy) requires the best debut possible. Mark was all for it, too. He wants to coordinate a laser show with hard rock music. He was certain that Jimmy will want to deploy an army of his photographer friends to capture every aspect on film and videotape. His uncle Merriweather will have ideas on staging and timing, and others in the group who I have yet to meet will want to help behind the scenes. Ms. Lane said that her daughter Lucy wants to take a hand in contacting the media other than the Planet because, "She always liked to pretend she was a fashion model." Lois Lane countered with, "Dressing up the cat in doll clothes is *not* the same thing as managing LNN's top... well, maybe it is. All right, we'll see. I'll take care of talking to Perry to get complete Planet coverage." At this point I faked clearing my throat and raised a finger. Everyone actually looked at me, ready to listen. They had made it clear earlier that they were very happy I had returned, so they seemed to making an extra effort to listen to me now. I appreciated that, even though I had to put a small crimp in their plans. "I realize that my role is to be a team player and look as heroic as I can, and I'll give it my best, but I can't do it tomorrow or Friday or Saturday morning. I'm sure I'll be really busy covering the launch of the New Hope. It's big news and there's some doubt that it will lift off okay." No one gasped. Maybe they, too, knew of Dr. Platt's fears. I concluded: "If it all goes well, I'll probably have most of Saturday afternoon free and all of Sunday, too." "Good," Lois Lane said. "We'll plan on that. You don't have to worry about the New Hope. I think I'll be able to find the proof I need to put Lex Luthor in jail, or at least the police will be questioning him like he's never been questioned before. He'll be much too busy to threaten the New Hope or anyone else." Her audience marveled, pleased to see Lois Lane in action just like her old self. I tried to marvel, but I felt some uncertainty. I said, "What do you plan to do?" She paused and frowned thoughtfully (she looked like her mother as she consulted a mental dayplanner). "I can't say quite yet; I'm still working it out. But you should relax and rest up. Maybe you can do a little apartment hunting, hmm?" She said this last in a "don't worry, be happy" tone of voice, but I don't think she meant to sound dismissive. I think she was genuinely concerned about my being physically and mentally well rested. "You still have a few hours today." "You're apartment hunting?" Ms. Lane asked. "Talk to Alice White. She's amazing. When you find a place," she put her hand on mine in a motherly manner, "I can help you decorate it if you like." I thanked her for the advice and said I'd let her know, if my own mom doesn't want to come to Metropolis to help me. Ms. Lane seemed to think that was a reasonable alternative. She also said, while darting a look at Lois Lane, that she was glad I was obviously close to my mother. "Okay," Lois Lane said, ignoring the dart, "We'll shoot for Sunday afternoon. Maybe we can stage something at the Zoo or at an amusement park...." They proceeded to talk about the kind of audience we want, though they plan to have a bigger meeting with more team members on Friday evening. I'm to attend that, too, if at all possible. Unfortunately, none of their ideas seem realistic to me, but maybe preliminary ideas aren't supposed to. It's not just that the suit is breaking down and I hardly even used it. It's not that *I'm* the one who will be standing before the masses of people trying to inspire hope in them. It's a scary thought, yes, one of the scariest I've ever had, but it's not real; it's like it will be someone else performing and not me. I don't know; the whole thing still isn't right. I understand Lois Lane's basic dream, I really do. It's brave and daring, and in many respects it *is* the right thing to do because somehow it will benefit the city. But even though I'm an integral part of her whole scenario in more ways than she'll ever understand, it's not *my* dream. I guess that's it, isn't it? I decided to excuse myself, claiming that I thought they were doing a fine job and that I felt free to do as Ms. Lane suggested, go apartment hunting. I didn't even need a ride, thanks. It wasn't raining and I could find my way back into town easily. I found a major street and a bus stop on the west side. There I also found a Real News rack and an issue dated today. It has a section of classifieds, including one on relationships that I bet the Planet doesn't run. There are also a lot of normal ads and quite a few for apartments. Rents are astounding. I may have to call Mrs. White for advice after all. Also near the bus stop was a phone booth. I used it and my phone card to call home. Neither Mom or Dad were in, so I told their answering machine that I'd like to visit tomorrow night, before the newsroom gears up completely for the launch. I want to talk to them about what I should do. More than ever things just don't fit in my life. Talking to them may be all I need to help myself calm down. Usually it is. They don't even need to feed me. Mom and Dad, you know me better than anyone. Maybe you can help me figure out what's wrong with the big picture. I think I'll just relax and read after I finish this entry and send it off. I do wonder what Lois Lane meant about finding proof tonight that will put Lex Luthor in jail. If anything happens, if she does something interesting, I'll write it up as soon as I can. It could solve a lot of my problems if she's successful. She won't need The Silver Knight quite so urgently then and maybe I can think of ways to influence her plans. I'll let you know what happens. [to be continued] [Your real author thanks my proofers and creative consultants Jeanne P., Pat H., Sandy McD., and Steve H.] (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 08:49:11 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/8/99 7:42:39 AM Eastern Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM writes: << Well, this is a long one. The next one is a lot shorter, and the final one is very long... then I can rest up a bit :) >> Now, now, did your loyal fans agree to this? How long is a bit? Hopefully not the six months you mention in your signature? Pulleeeeeese don't make us wait that long for anything new from you. You have rewhetted our appetites. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 15:39:53 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debbie. You're probably tired of hearing me tell you how great this story is but I had to write anyhow. 1) First to reiterate that each episode is better than the one before it. What great reads. 2) Because this one had a couple of the special touches that make your fanfiction unique and why I love your details. a) the pay phone after Clark says 'I'm running out of quarters here, he hears a click and all his change plus additional coins is ejected by the phone. I laughed out loud. Totally unecessary to the plot line but oh so telling about the characters, esp. when Lex points out he owns a good part of the phone company and Clark later drops the extra coins into a charity box at a church he passes by. Shows what's important to those two characters and how different Clark and Lex really are. b) That the food (provided for Clark's diet by the Lois Lane gang) meets the Standard American Diet requirements appropriately acronymed SAD. I laughed again. I wont say any more about the rest. Don't want to spoil another wonderful 'day' for others. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 17:41:52 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rich & Dawn Subject: NKerth update and Nfic table MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi FoLCs, Just thought I'd give you an update on the Nkerths and the Nfic table. We are actually working on two different, yet related, projects. For the NKerths we are currently trying to contact all authors to see if they willing to have their stories in the running for nominations for the awards and be listed on the table. We would like an email to that effect, just to cover ourselves. The date for the awards has not been set yet. The other project in the works is a complete table of all nfic and where they can be obtained. From this table, a second table will list all eligible stories for this year's awards (stories posted before 1-1-99). Once these tables are complete, the urls will be released. That's where we are at this point. This part has taken quite a bit of time to pull together. We'll keep you posted as this develops. Thanks! Dawn ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 19:07:18 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: subscribing MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I thought someone more knowledgeable than me would have answered you by now, but in the absence of an expert, all I can tell you is that the instructions on how to do it are somewhere on the L&C Fanfic Archive Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 17:50:13 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melissa Day Hall Subject: Re: NKerth update and Nfic table In-Reply-To: <004d01bec98a$b1b12900$8e4498ce@fred> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Hi FoLCs, > >Just thought I'd give you an update on the Nkerths and the Nfic table. We >are actually working on two different, yet related, projects. > >For the NKerths we are currently trying to contact all authors to see if >they willing to have their stories in the running for nominations for the >awards and be listed on the table. We would like an email to that effect, >just to cover ourselves. The date for the awards has not been set yet. I've been AWOL from my computer for a couple of weeks, but I'd love to have my nfic in the running for nominations. I've posted to Zoom's boards, but the best copy of my vignettes is at Anne's site: www.simplyorganized.simplenet.com/annesplace.htm (I assume you've gotten the password out of her already) >The other project in the works is a complete table of all nfic and where >they can be obtained. From this table, a second table will list all >eligible stories for this year's awards (stories posted before 1-1-99). >Once these tables are complete, the urls will be released. See above :) Good luck on both projects, I hope they go well. Misha ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 18:01:19 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melissa Day Hall Subject: Re: NKerth update and Nfic table In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Oh- my bad! Sorry, FoLCs, for forgetting to change the Reply To: field. Misha (wincing as she sees the dreaded "Your message dated...") ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 19:16:11 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lara Blasingame Subject: Looking for nKerth Authors Hi All, I am helping Dawn and Irene find valid e-mail addresses for a few authors. I'm going to list their names and/or last know addresses. If anyone know these people, could you please contact them and ask them to send me an e-mail at larab@pwpl.com. Jennifer Baker Kathy aka "Vixen" Gina GMD614@aol.com Debbie jmoller@rmii.com Tracy teanc@aol.com MizMollee@aol.com ehryl@mfs04.cc.monash.edu.au Linda Lillonely@aol.com or Lillonely@Juno.com Sandra sandy@bigbin.biochem.uga.edu Thanks so much, Lara ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 20:52:23 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: subscribing MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit The info I printed out when subscribing says: ":You may leave the list at any time my sending a SIGNOFF LOISCLA-GENERAL-L command to LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU ." ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 02:41:20 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sandy McDermin Subject: Thank you (for Sheila) Comments: cc: sharper@cncc.cc.co.us MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit At the risk of appearing to be "hawking" my work, I wanted to correct an oversight. Back about a month -- actually exactly a month ago -- Sheila wrote me a nice public compliment. So, I thought, no matter how long it took, that I'd relay my thanks in kind.... Sheila Harper wrote, way back on June 9th. > At 09:04 PM 6/9/99 -0400, Sandy McDermin wrote: > >Oh, I think there are a few good writers who haven't won a Kerth. > > >The author of Kerthless but, hopefully, quality work, > >Sandy [snip Kerth stuff] > I thought "Little Man, Super" is the best thing you've written. Jonny's > p.o.v. was utterly, utterly real: I never doubted for a minute that he was > a seven-year-old. And his relationship with his sister and his parents was > perfect. You've always had a good handle on writing a well-plotted, > suspenseful A-plot, so I was expecting that, but I thought your > characterization surpassed anything you'd done before. Well I thank you very much for all of these nice words as I've often wondered if I've made any progress from story to story. Speaking of wondering, sometimes when I write people about their stories, I'll say, for instance, "I loved your dialogue. It was right on." (Something along those lines.) And then, at times, I'll get an e-mail back, "Oh really. What did you like, exactly?" And, there I am. I didn't lie. I swear! But, I didn't take detailed notes either. So, I'm on the spot, leafing through the story, trying to give the author more detailed feedback. (No prizes for guessing where I'm going with this.;) If *you've* "taken notes," Sheila, I wouldn't be opposed to getting a little private message letting me know why this story was the best and what there was about the characterization that you thought made it better. You see, I know the obvious. I think -- I *hope* -- I'm cutting back on some of my worse grammar problems. (Right at this moment, I'm painstakingly going through a few old stories trying to apply what I've learned from many of you and from other writing lists.) But, as for plotting and character, it's harder to measure my own progress as it's something not so easily applied from reading a reference guide. For instance, I wouldn't even say that this story was better written or the characterization the best, so I'm curious. However, if you don't have particular thoughts on this, that's perfectly okay. > Jonny's dilemma was > so poignant, but also realistic for Superman's son, and the resolution > followed naturally once his parents knew what was going on. [more snipping] I'm glad to hear it seemed realistic (as realistic as this fantastical situation can be). As a *starting point,* I tried to view Jonny's dilemma as no different from any child's who may face the following situations: 1) a family business which he/she may feel compelled to join one day in spite of his/her own wishes; 2) the child of a famous actor, celebrity or sports hero, who is being sheltered from that celebrity and is having identity problems as a result; 3) a child with developing special needs, of any sort, which the parents must address. Keeping these real life situations in mind, as a reference point, and extrapolating them to Superman/Clark Kent's children, I think, keeps the writer a little more honest regarding the challenges facing the family and avoids the pitfall of writing these characters in an overly sugary; unbelievably accepting; "don't worry, be happy" kind of way. Again, sorry this reply is tardy, verging on irrelevant. Sandy -- dotting "i"'s and crossing "t"'s, literally. smcdermin@erols.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 04:17:43 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Another Dean vote MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi people! This is your *intrepid* Dean reporter here and there is another voting thing floating around right now! As we speak now, Dean only has like 30 votes or something and he is REALLY LOW on the list.. So come on everyone let's try to make Dean #1.. Go to http://www.freevote.com/booth/beauty2 ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 04:59:27 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Editing MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Since i am new at this fanfic stuff.. I had a couple of questions about editing.. or more like editors. I know that my fanfic is going to take a long time.. i mean most fanfics do! Well that might not be true.. but i know mine will take a while because i want it to be perfect! Anyways, I would like to find an editor for my fanfic.. but my problem is when should i ask for one? Should i ask for one now.. or wait? What i want to do is work on a little section and then send it off to someone, work on it again until i get it perfect! Is this an ok way of going about this? If you have any answers and or suggestions or if you would like to be my editor for my first lnc story.. please email me privately. Thanks. Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 06:48:55 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: Thank you (for Sheila) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sandy wrote << I think -- I *hope* -- I'm cutting back on some of my worse grammar problems. (Right at this moment, I'm painstakingly going through a few old stories trying to apply what I've learned from many of you and from other writing lists.)>> Good god! Sandy, you have grammar problems??? I am very grateful for the grammar advice you've given me. And you're revising your old stories! Are you obsessing here? Your old stories are great. Write a new one -- summer holiday, a glass of wine, a laptap, and you. (subtle hint) Carol ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 09:28:00 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: NKerth update and Nfic table MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Rich and Dawn, I have a suggestion. As long as you are doing such an extensive search on nfic and nfic authors, why don't you put all of the nfic on your lists, including the 1999 nfic that are not eligible for this years nKerths. This way they will all be in one place - you can put an * by the ones that are not eligible for this years nKerths, but at least people will know where to go look for the stories, and how to get permission to read them. Merry truitt22@flash.net Rich & Dawn wrote: > Hi FoLCs, > > Just thought I'd give you an update on the Nkerths and the Nfic table. We > are actually working on two different, yet related, projects. > > For the NKerths we are currently trying to contact all authors to see if > they willing to have their stories in the running for nominations for the > awards and be listed on the table. We would like an email to that effect, > just to cover ourselves. The date for the awards has not been set yet. > > The other project in the works is a complete table of all nfic and where > they can be obtained. From this table, a second table will list all > eligible stories for this year's awards (stories posted before 1-1-99). > Once these tables are complete, the urls will be released. > > That's where we are at this point. This part has taken quite a bit of time > to pull together. We'll keep you posted as this develops. > > Thanks! > Dawn ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 12:07:57 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Mr. D8a" Subject: Re: Another Dean vote MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" >From MR. D8A's work email I can only imagine that Adam from the Highlander series beat Dean because of more syndication! There are pictures at this voting site and the picture of Dean is not that great:-( WARNING: A good percentage of the pictures are basically beefcake shots. You have been warned. MR. D8A A.K.A. James Philippians 4:8 ...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Please visit and explore my house at: http://www.geocities.com/area51/starship/7859 mailto:mr_d8a@yahoo.com -----Original Message----- From: No Name Available [mailto:MsLoisette@AOL.COM] Sent: Friday, July 09, 1999 3:18 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Another Dean vote Hi people! This is your *intrepid* Dean reporter here and there is another voting thing floating around right now! As we speak now, Dean only has like 30 votes or something and he is REALLY LOW on the list.. So come on everyone let's try to make Dean #1.. Go to http://www.freevote.com/booth/beauty2 ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 12:35:39 CDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jessi Mounts Subject: Re: Editing Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed No Name Available (also known as Alexis ;-) said: >If you have any answers and or suggestions or if you would like to be my >editor for my first lnc story.. please email me privately. > Oh no, give the answers and suggestions publically. I'm working on my first fanfic too (I finally admitted it) and have been wondering a lot of the same things myself. Jessi jessi914@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 12:40:09 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nethra Ankam Subject: Re: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 Debby, This part of My Journal was so amazing. Couldn't put it down. I love how everything ties together. The best part is that Lois is Lois and Clark is Clark. I know that sounds strange but that's the best way I can put it. Nethra ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 18:29:15 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: Thank you (for Sheila) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sandy, > I'm glad to hear it seemed realistic (as realistic as this fantastical > situation can be). As a *starting point,* I tried to view Jonny's > dilemma as no different from any child's who may face the following > situations: 1) a family business which he/she may feel compelled to join > one day in spite of his/her own wishes; 2) the child of a famous actor, > celebrity or sports hero, who is being sheltered from that celebrity and > is having identity problems as a result; 3) a child with developing > special needs, of any sort, which the parents must address. Keeping > these real life situations in mind, as a reference point, and > extrapolating them to Superman/Clark Kent's children, I think, keeps the > writer a little more honest regarding the challenges facing the family > and avoids the pitfall of writing these characters in an overly sugary; > unbelievably accepting; "don't worry, be happy" kind of way. I don't know if this was your intention, but thank you for sharing your thought processes with us. I'm always fascinated to read how a writer works out the background/motivation for a story. Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) > > Again, sorry this reply is tardy, verging on irrelevant. > > Sandy -- dotting "i"'s and crossing "t"'s, literally. > smcdermin@erols.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 19:31:07 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: My Journal, Day 4, Introduction MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Dear Clark, > >It's developing into quite a pretty pattern. Do you think it would make > >nice wallpaper? ;) > > I think I'd rather have emoticons. Like this? :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( :-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-): -):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) :-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(: -(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-( :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( :-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-): -):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) :-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(: -(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(:-( :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( > >Parents do that, Clark ;) > > But she *really* laughed! Dad even cracked a smile now and then, even > though he > thought the books (paperbacks) were a waste of my hard-earned allowance. I got > them at a flea market, so they weren't expensive at all, no more than 25 cents > each. I think I need to read one of these jokes for myself, if they're that good. > >> >Phew! I can put the body armour away again. > >> > >> So that's what it was, eh? > > > >Well, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. > > Can I quote you on that? I know you journalists - take a quote out of context, and make it sound like I'm talking about something else entirely ;) > >Anywhere as long as it's not everywhere. > > Is that part of your story and can I quote you on that, too? See previous comment. > You're going to find a picture of me somewhere and use a black crayon to alter > it? I don't think I want to see that. Too true, I got a D for art at school :) No, I want the real thing or nothing at all. > >it'll look even better that the SK Suit, believe me. > > That's not hard. A tutu and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt would look better than that > suit, or that's what I'm thinking lately. Got to agree with you there, Clark. Although you might find the tutu a bit of a hindrance when you're flying. > What? "all-purpose super-hero suit, primary colours"? The only "super-hero" I > know about, and he may be fiction, is that fellow in Gotham City, and he's > said > to wear gray and blue, and his disguise is in the form of a bat! I bet the > first thing people think is "Is he rabid?" No, thanks, I'm sticking with the > newspaper biz. It's a lot more exciting and I can be myself there. OK, you don't have to pretend you're something you're not, like the guy >from Gotham City, and you don't have to think of yourself as a super-hero. And - 'be myself'? When was the last time you flew into the newsroom? > You know, I need more proof that this is a good idea. I need to see *you* > wearing all this leather before I make any decisions about it. If it will make > one person look okay, it's bound to make another. You. Send pictures. You don't want to see me in black leather, trust me :) In fact, *I* don't want to see me in black leather. I'll stick to my body armour and slippers. > >> I hope your source isn't name "m,a,r,t,h,a" > > > >No comment. > > I've asked her. She said she doesn't know anyone who uses your ISP and she > certainly wouldn't talk to *anyone* about such personal matters anyhow. As Dad > said (after dinner when he was feeling sleepy), "Whoever it is is funnin' you, > son." Yeah, well, a girl likes to have fun, y'know :) > I'm not perfect. If you were an astute observer, you'd know that. OK, so I'm not perfect either. >Also, > between > "good" and "conscious" I had to rush out to help someone and then call in the > story. Pick up a copy of tomorrows paper for the details. Still waiting for that URL... > No, thanks. I have contacts there who would hire me in a minute, but I don't > want to work in small towns like London, Birmingham or Glasgow, though > Portmerion looks tempting sometimes. Yes, I'd like to go to Portmerion sometime, too. It looked great in 'The Prisoner' series. London a small town? What's the population of Metropolis? > >We publish some farming journals, > > Dad would be interested, especially in any organic farming ones. Sorry, the only title that comes to mind is Pig Farming (can you imagine - a whole magazine just about farming pigs??). > > >Are you saying that this Debby with her own email > >address is, in fact, your Muse? Talk about personification! Does she even > >do your typing for you? > > That explains some of the typos, doesn't it? > Ah ha! But how does she do it? > If invisible friends filled *your* youth, which I'm beginning to strongly > suspect, they did help you develop a real creative touch, didn't they? I had teddy bears. The best was Woody - we had to travel miles back to the restaurant where I left him once, and there he was, waiting patiently for me. And he didn't mind at all, the time when my Mum had to wrap him up in a parcel and post him to me when I was at school camp. He was very stoical - didn't say much, but he wasn't much good at creativity. > I'm not so careless. I also suspect you may be a friend of a man named Chronus > Interregnum. Clark, I'm quite hurt by this. How could you think I was in any way connected with someone who sounds like you couldn't trust him as far as you could throw him? OK, I know you could probably throw him a very long way, but you get my meaning, I hope. Also, he sounds like a temporary, shifty kind of guy - not me at all. I'm here to stay. > --You can't hold on to spontaneity! > You cannot pretend to be spontaneous. > --Chungliang Al Huang What's this all about? You trying to say something here? Yvonne the Paranoid (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 16:37:01 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: Thank you (for Sheila) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I agree with Sheila, Sandy. Sorry, I took no note when I read "Little Man, Super," but it was a fully engaging story. I normally stumble when a grammatical error occurs. It pulls me right out of the story and my brain says "What??" I didn't notice any in your stories. On to the next one, please, Sandy. Laurie (Happy Birthday, late, too) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 20:34:07 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sandy McDermin Subject: OT: An Alternative Way to See CABARET in Washington MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I understand that Cabaret's run at the Warner Theater in D.C. has been cut short. I've read some of the speculation -- that it was because of low ticket sales. I certainly have no idea myself, but opening a show in Washington during August must be a fairly tricky business -- especially if the theater doesn't have a huge list of subscribers. For those who don't know, Washington "closes down" in August -- Congress leaves for its summer recess, the President usually goes on vacation and all those who try and influence, persuade or "bribe" follow suit. All that's left in town are the heat and tourists, and I'm sure the latter don't come to D.C. to see broadway shows. Well, enough of that. If you're kind of stuck here for the moment, like me, and you weren't itching to pay for a ticket to see Cabaret (also like me), there is another alternative. In today's weekend section of The Washington Post, the Warner Theater has an ad announcing that they'll shortly be holding their sporadic "Volunteer Ushers Orientation." (I've gone through this myself and it's fairly painless.) They're holding these orientations on the evenings of Monday, July 12, Tuesday, July 13, Wednesday, July 14, and, Saturday morning, July 17. You only have to attend one, and if you're at least 18 years of age and would like to commit to ushering at least once a month, then that's about the extent of the requirements. The benefit, of course, is that you get to see performances for free, including, if you so choose, Cabaret. As far as I know -- a friend of mine called the usher's phone line this morning and they still have openings for ushers during Cabaret's run. I don't know if the recent change in the dates of the run will effect that demand, but I'm guessing not since there's every chance that -- just like other Washingtonians -- some of the current ushers may also be going on vacation next month. So there you are residents of the Washington Metropolitan Area -- an alternative, FREE way to see Cabaret. Sandy (once and maybe future usher) smcdermin@erols.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 22:03:01 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Another Dean vote MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/9/99 10:12:54 AM Pacific Daylight Time, James.Tull@EMRSN.COM writes: << I can only imagine that Adam from the Highlander series beat Dean because of more syndication! There are pictures at this voting site and the picture of Dean is not that great:-( >> I know!!! Now i know this might not mean much to some people well at least all of the guys on this list.. But why couldn't they have put a picture of Dean in the sman suit or out of the sman suit! hehehe.. I mean that guy looks a HECK a lot better.. no i take that back.. he looks BETTER at least in my eyes then any of those guys parading around shirt-less on this site!!! Alexis ;-.) {who is so dedicated to Dean it is probably making some people sick! ;p } ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 23:42:04 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: L&C Fanfic Writing Session Saturday, July 10, 1999 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi everyone, Skip week is over and we hope you can join us Saturday, July 10, 1999, for our fanfic writing session. This week's premise: As Metropolis's number one superhero Clark is used to being loved and admired. But what happens when a group takes hero worship one step too far and begins to worship Superman as a *god*. In addition we would still like to hear from you if you have any story premises of your own that you would like us to explore together. You can either email them to me at: eraygun@aol.com Or better still, just bring your ideas with you when you join us this Saturday or for our weekly "story bouncing" sessions on Wednesdays on#L&CFicOrg, starting around 9:00 PM EDT. We generally meet Saturdays starting at 3:30 PM EDT and try to start writing fairly soon thereafter. You can come and join the fun at any time, however. We are usually there for several hours since writing a story takes time. Since #L&CFanfic is on occasion "invite only" please message if you want to join us. If an official "inviter" is designated, we will let you know. Some of us should be hanging out on #Loiscla. A note on procedure here ;) : When people need to be caught up on the story in progress after being bounced off IRC or just joining the session late, please try and avoid pasting the story directly into the channel window. Please do that in a private message or dcc-chat window instead. Hope to see you all there! Cheers, Eileen ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 22:47:04 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Thank you (for Sheila) In-Reply-To: <37859990.F08BAA5A@erols.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 02:41 AM 07/09/1999 -0400, you wrote: [snip] >> Jonny's dilemma >[more snipping] <-recycled >I'm glad to hear it seemed realistic (as realistic as this fantastical >situation can be). As a *starting point,* I tried to view Jonny's >dilemma as no different from any child's who may face the following >situations: [snip] and >extrapolating them to Superman/Clark Kent's children This was all very good and well addressed in Sandy's story. Her outline will surely prompt others to be thinking along the same lines. But I wonder: what if the kid(s) inherit their dad's calm attitude toward his genes and what they allow them to do? What if their *real* problem turns out to be what Lois is (unconsciously?) pushing them to be, investigative reporters? "But I want to be a *police officer/doctor/firefighter/lumberjack*, not a reporter!" What if it's harder being Lois's kid than it is being Clark's? Or, what, if anything, does it mean to be Lois's child? Debby :) Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 09:12:47 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Thank you (for Sheila) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/10/99 12:47:08 AM Eastern Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM writes: << What if it's harder being Lois's kid than it is being Clark's? Or, what, if anything, does it mean to be Lois's child? >> I think that that probably goes without saying. There is no way that Lois, after the sterling example set by her parents, is going to be able to not push her children at least from time to time. If they have inherited Clark's calm personality, then they will probably not have too many problems with her. ( A lot of eye-rolling and exchanging of sympathetic glances with their dad, though. ) On the other hand, if they have Lois's intensity, there will be a lot of conflict as they get older. Clark, of course, will have to mediate, in between rushing off to save the day. If the kids are lucky, Lois will only try to push them to be perfect, but allow them to choose the arena in which they will excel. But I can see her being the kind of mother that has them in soccer, swimming, piano, dance and scouts at the age of six. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 11:47:21 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rich & Dawn Subject: Re: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L Digest - 8 Jul 1999 to 9 Jul 1999 (#1999-81) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Merry wrote: > I have a suggestion. As long as you are doing such an > extensive search on nfic and nfic authors, why don't you put all of the nfic on > your lists, including the 1999 nfic that are not eligible for this years > nKerths. This way they will all be in one place - you can put an * by the > ones that are not eligible for this years nKerths, but at least people will > know where to go look for the stories, and how to get permission to read them. > Merry > truitt22@flash.net Hi Merry and FoLCs, That is the current plan. Some wonderful FoLCs have been working hard on both of these projects and there will be 2 different tables: one comprehensive and one for the NKerths. To avoid confusion we elected to go with 2 tables, but the comprehensive one will list all the stories available. More details as they are available :) Dawn ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 12:18:31 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 12:40 PM 07/09/1999 -0500, you wrote: >Debby, > >This part of My Journal was so amazing. Couldn't put it down. I love how everything ties together. The best part is that Lois is Lois and Clark is Clark. I know that sounds strange but that's the best way I can put it. > >Nethra Thank you! I think everyone likes fanfic that focuses on L&C. You know, I wish DC comics would bring out series of comics based on L&C working together. Forget all the strange silliness going on in the other comics featuring Superman. Grab some new writers and artists and make a comic that appeals to all those millions who watched the show :) Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 15:28:40 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: slight OT and on topic, comics, Farah (was Re: NEW: My Journal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/10/99 1:32:57 PM Central Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM writes: << Thank you! I think everyone likes fanfic that focuses on L&C. You know, I wish DC comics would bring out series of comics based on L&C working together. Forget all the strange silliness going on in the other comics featuring Superman. Grab some new writers and artists and make a comic that appeals to all those millions who watched the show :) >> I totally agree. I'd buy a comic based more on the Lois and Clark approach. You might want to get the special issue Last God of Krypton. That has Lois and Clark virtually throughout the issue working together to defeat the enemy. Including ... okay, no spoilers, but the scene is reminiscent to one >from "Aliens" To you, Deb, I enjoyed your most recent installment of the Journal story. I thought the characterization, even in an "Elseworld" setting (non-series continuity) was right on the mark. Showed nice sides and insights to both Lois and Clark. Fun seeing them work together, and very good actions scenes. Regarding Farah, your *real* list mom ;) If you'd like to drop her a letter while she's in basic training in the Navy, please write to me privately and I'll send you her snail mail address there. I've always heard that mail call is an uplifting moment in the military no matter how rotten the day has gone, so she'd probably love to get letters, photos, etc., from you guys. Just send me an e-mail and I'll send you her addy. Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 14:16:30 PDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sue Modolo Subject: Vote for Dean Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed I went to the voing booth mentioned earlier and could not believe some of the actors that are ahead of Dean in voting. I guess some of those men were added ahead of Dean. I am prejudiced and don't see the same appeal to them that I see in Dean. So let us all vote 5 times a day and put Dean away over the top. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 20:33:25 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kate Crane Subject: Re: OT: An Alternative Way to See CABARET in Washington MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sandy, Thanks once again for some great info for us DC area residents! I am off to check out my Post. Kate (the Maryland one) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 17:52:11 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: My Journal, Day 6 & 7 - combo In-Reply-To: <19990707031020.62511.qmail@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:10 PM 07/06/1999 -0500, you wrote: >>from Charlotte: >> >liking the week by week reading will not preclude me from >> >rereading the whole thing numerous times as I do for something really >good. >> >and Debby replied: >> I charge $0.25 per read, you know. It's there in the small print. >> >it must be *really* small print: it doesn't even show up on my computer >screen. Did you get the .doc version, the .rtf version (they don't call it "rich" txt for nothing), or the email version? It's in one of those :) >I'd be happy to send you $0.25 per read, but I'd send it to you >the same way I sent the big $$$. (For those of you who are wondering: no, >she won't sent the rest of "My Journal" for big virtual $$$.) I want legal tender, tender reader :) Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 11:25:26 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Diyan Smith Subject: Re: Thank you (for Sheila) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > If the kids are lucky, Lois will only try to push them to be perfect, but > allow them to choose the arena in which they will excel. I think that it was in S5 that Lois said she didn't want to decide whether she wanted a girl or a boy because she didn't want to be disappointed if the baby turned out to be the wrong one--the way her dad was disapointed that she wasn't a boy. I think that it's very realistic to have her take this view; and I think that in the same way, she'll be careful not to push her kids to be reporters--like her dad pushed her to be a doctor. -Diyan (my appologies to the author(s) who wrote the story I'm talking about: I can't remember who you are) zimri@hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 15:49:45 +1000 Reply-To: lizo@ozemail.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Liz O Subject: OT:An Interesting Ad MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I had to tell everyone of a new ad on TV that has been screening in Australia. There is a connnection to L&C. I saw it for the first time today. Its for some kind of four wheel drive, a Jeep I think, I was concentrating on the graphics rather than the product. It shows a man driving out of a city over various terrains from desert to ice, dodging rockfalls, collapses etc. He drives down a tunnel of ice and stops in what appears to be a parking bay in the middle of a building made of ice. The man in a business suit gets out of the 4WD and takes out the dry cleaning he has collected. You don't see his face but you do see the dry cleaning - a blue suit, red cape and very familiar S symbol on the chest of the suit! I guess even Superman needs his drycleaning done. Anyway I thought it was cool. Points to the ad company for knowledge of the Fortress of Solitude! Liz ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 14:00:05 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: What's NOMAIL? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I've noticed a couple of people saying they're going NOMAIL recently. Is this a way of temporarily stopping list emails coming into your mailbox, or just a shorthand way of saying they'e not going to be checking their email for a while? Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 07:13:35 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 10, Thursday, Intro, 0 of Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 10, Thursday, May 12, PART 0 of AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 FEEDBACK Comments welcome in all forums No Editing please (though you can fix typos) SUMMARY Read Days 1, 2, 3, 3A, 4, 4A, 5, 5A, 6, 7, 8 and Day 9 before you read Day 10. All previous parts and noted "attachments" are available at ftp://ftp.swcp.com/pub/users/dstark/Stories/MyJournal in Word97 doc or rtf form. With one exception, an attachment for this particular journal entry, all pictures are jpgs, though there is a jpg version of this available, too. Clark Kent's adventures in Metropolis continue. Here's a short one for you (short for *me*, anyhow). The next (and last) one will be Very Long... and I still plan to release it on Thursday :) Debby ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 07:21:34 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 10, Part 1 of 4 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 10, Thursday, May 12, PART 1 of 4 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 FEEDBACK Comments welcome in all forums All characters below belong to DC Comics and Warner Brothers unless they are my own creations. Story by Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com. Submitted on July 11, 1999 My Journal May 12, Thursday, early morning, during breakfast Lois Lane nearly got herself killed. Again. She admitted to me this morning she's put her life on the line before without realizing what she was doing. What's really bad about this time is that Jimmy was nearly killed, too, and I'm partly responsible. What makes up for it a little is that I managed to rescue both of them without giving myself away. This should be a short journal entry, just to describe what happened overnight. I think I'm going to be busy at work the rest of today, and I still plan to go home for a visit tonight because I need to talk to Mom and Dad more than ever. So I'm writing now while I wait for the water for my oatmeal to boil. I got to bed at about ten last night after taking another walk. I strolled though a neighborhood called "Nob Hill." I think it's called that because there's a slight rise in elevation, though that rise is nothing like the hills to the north and west of the city. Nob Hill doesn't resemble the famous Nob Hill in San Francisco, either. However, it does look cleaner and more peaceful than the neighborhood where this flophouse is located. I saw people sitting on swings on their porches, children playing on streets that weren't busy, and everyone looked happy to be outside, enjoying the evening air. Even the pets I saw looked well fed and pleased with life. I'll have to ask at work if anyone knows anything about Nob Hill and if they have any suggestions about other neighborhoods I can check out. I had a hard time getting to sleep. Something was bothering me and I couldn't figure out what it was. Fortunately, after I finally fell asleep, my subconscious took over, saw the obvious, and woke me with a start. *Lois Lane is in trouble!* it said. Sarcasm mode, also freed by my brief snooze, immediately observed: so what's new? Right here I can see where this could become a long story, and I still have to chop up nuts and fruit to add to the oatmeal. I won't tell you about the argument I had with myself defending her, basically because I can't explain why I went to all the trouble. In sleep I remembered her intrigued reaction to my report of what Lex Luthor said to Dr. Baines. (You'll recall he said, "It was so much more than I expected!") Lois Lane then indicated she was going to find proof of Lex Luthor doing something that would interest the police. Obviously, since she hasn't found that proof before now, what Lois Lane expected to find was proof of Luthor's interest in the Messenger and specifically his interest in seeing it destroyed. Personally, I now think he wanted to stop its launch and so conspired with Dr. Baines to do something to disable it but not to destroy it. After all, he did say, "It was so much more than..." etc. Now it probably looks a lot more expensive than he expected, too. He must have planned to fund the repair of the craft so it could fly again with Luthor Scientific's name and prestige appended. I also think the explosion was more than Dr. Baines expected, too, and that's another reason she was so short with Luthor on the phone Friday morning. I came to these conclusions after what happened this morning. But earlier, at just past midnight, wide awake again, all I was sure of was that Lois Lane had decided visit the hangar where the wreckage of the Messenger was being stored. I have no idea why she thought she'd know what evidence of sabotage looks like. Even if she had majored in physics or mechanical engineering or police science in college, there was so much wreckage to go over, enough for an army of scientists. On Tuesday we saw covered vehicles delivering it to EPRAD's Hangar 9. They carried not only the shell of the craft but countless other pieces of all sizes. Among all that, what could she find? But what if she increased her chances by taking an expert with her. Her father? Dr. Klein? Both? Others who helped her build the suit and the other devices I've seen them use? Anyone from the newsroom? Eduardo, with his scientific background? Mr. White, because of his ability to cut right through to the heart of the matter? I thought: even Mr. Interregnum would love to sneak in there, wouldn't he? I swear that at this very point, my personal, public, bugged, pay telephone rang. I stared at it for a moment. It hadn't rung before. Mom and Dad have the number, but they haven't called since that's not a good idea and we can say more in email anyhow. The second ring confirmed that I wasn't dreaming. Maybe Mom and Dad were in trouble! I shot up to grab the phone. Here's where I wonder if sometimes I do have psychic abilities. The caller was Mr. Interregnum. "Clark? Clark? Is that you?" His voice was scratchy and distant. I said, "Mr. Interregnum? This must be a bad line. I can hardly hear you." Not that I had to strain, but I think a normal person would have had to. "Oh, I'm using a jamming device in case... a certain evil influence has tapped my phone - or yours - or both of ours!" "Wow, you think he'd do that?" "I certainly do! Let me tweak it here...." The static obscuring his voice cleared up as he said, "There, is that better?" "Yes, sir, much." "Good, good. I'm sorry to bother you at this time of night, but I've been unable to sleep! I have this awful feeling that something horrible's going to happen, and you're the only one I can talk to!" The coincidence startled me. "Sir? What is it?" "You can probably guess just *who,*" he spat that out, "I think is involved...." Lex Luthor. "I think I can, sir." "And you know what he did last Friday..." "He was involved in the Mess--" "Don't say it! But Dr. You Know Who was right, don't you see?" "Yes, sir." "So he's probably right about..." his voice was so full of emotion that it trembled, "the New Hope being in danger, too!" "I've been wondering about that." "You know what they say, great minds.... You and I will have to talk about this tomorrow, before the launch." "Yes, sir. I think you should get some sleep now if you can," because I couldn't float there chatting with him forever, I had to get to that hangar to help Lois Lane find her proof. Not that I could recognize it any better than she or any of her assistants, but I could work a lot faster. "But it's so hard to sleep, thinking that... that *he* will try to get rid of all the evidence of his involvement with the sabotage." So he was thinking about the wreckage, too. "I guess he might--" "I'm surprised he hasn't tried something already... *unless* he's waited to act until *now*, just before the launch of the New Hope, when everyone's concentrating on that! I wish *we* had someone watching over that hangar. Daily Planet reporters are guardians of truth and justice!" Little did he know we had people breaking into the hangar at that very moment. He sighed, "I guess there's nothing we can do now, nothing at all. It's all so hopeless. No one can do anything...." "Well...." He concluded, "We can talk about this in the morning, too." "I look forward to that, sir." This wasn't quite true since the man still gives me the creeps, but as it turns out he was right to be alarmed. We hung up, and I revisited my thoughts. My premonition plus Mr. Interregnum's doubled my reasons to check out EPRAD's hangar. Lex Luthor's people might indeed visit there to get rid of the evidence. This means I had to go not only to help Lois Lane search but to keep her and those she took with her from being discovered. It would be great to figure out how to stop Luthor's plans, too. If Mr. Interregnum and I both were wrong and the hangar wasn't being broken into by anyone, well, I was wide awake and figured I could still use a breath of fresh air. I eased out of my room, down the stairs and out the back door. The little alcove area is lighted, so I stepped into the darker alley and took off >from there. I flew low to avoid radar and headed south toward EPRAD's sprawling science complex. My flight took only a matter of minutes. EPRAD's security was concentrated on the perimeter of the complex, which is natural, but I imagined it would be easy for someone like Lois Lane to circumvent. It turns out that she jumped over it. I found out later that she discovered an unguarded section of the fence in the woods on the far south side of the complex and used a makeshift rubber-coated ladder to bridge the electrified chain-link and barbed wire. Upon my arrival at the complex, I headed immediately for Hangar 9, the one Jimmy and I had toured with Dr. Baines. The Daily Planet reported that to be the hangar in our story on Monday, but we published no map. I thought Lois Lane might have trouble finding the place, so I decided to work my way outward >from it, looking for her, after I checked the building itself. The building was quiet and unguarded, which was surprising. You'd think people would be working night and day to discover what went wrong, but no. I think now that *someone* ordered any security detail to take the night off. Anyhow, I don’t think I was seen as I stood in front of Hangar 9 and looked through the front wall. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 07:21:59 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 10, Part 2 of 4 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 10, Thursday, May 12, PART 2 of 4 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 FEEDBACK Comments welcome in all forums I'm pleased to report that I saw right away that Lois Lane did not take any scientists with her. Perhaps she planned to scope out the hangar for herself and then return with reinforcements. She hadn't planned to do her scoping alone though; her companion for this adventure was Jimmy Olsen. He's good with computers, but I don't think he knows what a piece of sabotaged shuttle looks like, either. However, he must have helped her find the hangar and helped her break in, too, because during that first lunch we had, he bragged that he could open any lock in the world. He said it's genetic since he's sure his spy dad can do the same thing. I wish he had inherited more spy genes from his dad. Maybe then he and Lois Lane would have avoided being captured by Dr. Antoinette Baines herself. I think this happened only moments before I arrived. I wondered for a moment why the doctor would be there, why she wasn't leaving security to her security forces. Then again, if she did indeed help sabotage the Messenger, she had come to the hangar to complete the job. She, then, was the one who told security and maybe all those working on the wreckage to take the night off. That also explains why the large, burly man who was holding a big gun on Lois Lane was not dressed in an EPRAD Security uniform. He was several yards >from her so she couldn't close the distance and attack him without getting shot first. Another burly man, this one with tattoos on his arms, was lying crumpled on the floor at Lois Lane's feet. She must have beaten him up. Unfortunately, Jimmy had also been beaten up, for he, too, was lying unconscious on the floor, behind her. Dr. Baines was smiling and saying, "Very impressive, whoever you are. These days, a woman *has* to know self defense." The man with the gun motioned at Lois Lane to step back. After she did so with scowl, he came forward and nudged the Tattooed Man with his foot. The Tattooed Man sat up, shook his head groggily, and in a few moments was on his feet. He was tasked with grabbing and securing Lois Lane. He did so with gusto and Lois Lane couldn't do anything to stop him, not with the gun trained on her and Jimmy unable to protect himself. I did *not* want to see her (or him, of course) hurt in any way, so it was time for me to act. I zipped up to the door Jimmy and I been shown through last Friday. As I reached for the doorknob, I heard Lois Lane gasp, "What are you going to do? Kill us because we couldn't find *a stupid phone booth?*" She was taunting them when it would be so easy for Dr. Baines to say simply "Yes" and fire away. Why did Lois Lane do that kind of thing? Why do people enjoy playing chicken? Why does Lois Lane think she's invulnerable? I'm sure my fear that they'd take her up on her idea right away made me forget myself, and I applied too much pressure to the door when I should simply have eased it open and slipped in. The door flew off its hinges and landed several yards away with a resounding crash. Unfortunately, Dr. Baines and her cohorts couldn't miss that. She didn't look surprised though. "Good morning, Mr. Kent. I was expecting you." She glanced at the door. "I guess you don't know your own strength." Her observation gave me a moment to think about how to explain myself. "I think your maintenance people in the hinge oiling department have been slacking off." Unfortunately, I didn't have time to think about what I'd say next and it sounds just like television: "Now put down those guns!" She didn't bat an eye. Lois Lane rolled hers heavenward - unless she was looking up hoping heroguy would arrive like a lightning bolt through the roof. Dr. Baines, amused, said, "Or you'll ... what?" Or I'll... Or I'll.... This kind of thing is usually a lot easier on television. "Or I'll... I'll write a very nasty editorial about what you're doing!" "No, you won't. You're not an editor. You're a junior investigative reporter and you're a failure." She looked at Tattooed Man. "Tie them both up--" At which point her cell phone rang. She swore lightly and answered it by saying simply, "Wait." She wanted to see her employees escort (which is a polite way to put it) Lois Lane and me deeper into the bowels of the hangar, to within sight of what must have been the biggest piece of the remains of the Messenger. It was immense, curved part of the outer hull, lighted by a starfield of bare light bulbs hanging from the high ceiling. It loomed silently, a heartbreaking piece of dead glory that smelled of dangerous chemicals. Lois Lane and I were allowed a moment to simply look at it in awe, to realize how big the thing was. A lot of people and countless hopes and dreams had died when the glorious Messenger exploded. In the distance some piece, maybe a nut or a bolt, fell off, and it made a clanging sound as it alternatively bounced and rolled down through the layers of wreckage and finally, almost miraculously hit the floor. "It's been doing that all night," said the man who held the gun on us. That Tattooed Man whispered, "Yeah, it's haunted..." "No, it's not," Dr. Baines said with authority. Ghosts better not try haunting her or they'd be sorry. "Chain them up, now." There was a support pole nearby and the Tattooed man shoved Lois Lane and me toward it. We were ordered to sit down back to back against it so he could wrap a long chain around us and padlock it into place. The man with the gun then told the Tattooed Man to "get the kid." Grumbling, the Tattooed Man dragged Jimmy in, dropped him a few feet away, and tied him up with his own camera strap. Obviously, the man holding the gun on us and watching had the better deal when it came to being a henchman. "Good," Dr. Baines said. "You two finish wrapping up and I'll take care of..." she lifted the phone to indicate who needed to be taken care of. They all departed in different directions, leaving Lois Lane and me to contemplate our fates. I didn't worry too much about this. Since they didn't shoot us right then and there but went away, I thought I had time to figure out a way to help us escape that wouldn't look too unusual. Once my friends were safe, we could call the police. I also decided to try to eavesdrop on what Dr. Baines and her caller would talk about. Overhearing her before had... well, it hadn't helped, considering the mess Lois Lane and I were in now, but it had told me something interesting about Lex Luthor. Her caller might well be Lex Luthor again, checking to see if I had come. This was the only reason I could think of to explain why she had been expecting me. He might have guessed I would become curious about the condition of the Messenger so close to the lift off of the New Hope. It could also explain why she hadn't killed me on the spot, because I was part of one of his projects. However, why he didn't, for example, call with an assignment to keep me busy and away from the hangar is a mystery. Would he want to lose my services as his agent in the Daily Planet newsroom? I wondered about that. Dr. Baines was now probably planning to kill me even if it went against his orders. After all, I was now a witness to her crimes. As she walked through the door we had been shoved through earlier, Dr. Baines turned on her phone and began to talk. "You were right, he came like you predicted he would. You should have given yourself higher odds. That doesn't change my plan, I'll still--" I couldn't hear what this plan might be, nor could I hear the caller's voice, because as soon as Dr. Baines closed the door behind herself, Lois Lane let me have it. "Did it *ever* occur to you even *once* that you're not wearing the suit--" Huh? "It's not like I own it, like you let me take it home--" "Trust you with it? You, who thinks he can break down doors with his bare hands--" "The hinges were loo--" "But do you stop to *think*? *No!* You come barreling in here like a five-hundred-pound gorilla!" If she hadn't been right, I could have thought up some retort. Instead I started playing with the padlock that held the chains around us. It happened to be there near my hands, so why not divert myself opening and closing it? "I thought you were in trouble--" "If you really thought that, why didn't you bring the police?" "Ah, as in 'Police? I think a friend of mine, an international underground criminal and master of disguises, is having trouble at EPRAD where she just broke in--Yes, I'll hold.'" "No, as in... calling someone else, like who you talked to Tuesday after work, remember?" Mr. White. "And asking *him* to call the police!" She meant Henderson. She was right again. It's not like I hate when she's right, but it is irritating. "Okay. Next time, I will." I hoped that would cut her arguments short because it was time to start thinking about leaving. I didn't need to eavesdrop on Dr. Baines to know that when she returned, she'd probably shoot us. I opened the padlock again. "Look, I--" "Don't tell me. I already know - and I *thought* I knew you, but you're like every other man. You've got this testosterone surplus that says," her voice deepened to whine, "'I can do it myself. *I* can be the hero.'" This time she was totally wrong. I closed the padlock as for some reason my brain directed my mouth to say, "Well, we know the hero *you* prefer--" "That's right. But... but it's too late now. Now he'll never come. Baines will kill us. I don't know why she hasn't done it already." *Now* she thinks of that! I reopened the padlock. "Listen: somehow I've managed to--" "Mess up everything? No kidding!" I closed it. "Now wait a second! *I* wasn't the one who snuck in here to--" "What are you saying? That this is *my* fault? At least I've always had the guts to go after..." But then she paused and sighed. It seemed to echo in the big chamber. "What am I saying? It *is* my fault." (I opened the padlock). "Well, not entirely..." After all, she'd come with the right idea in mind. "I know that I sometimes do things... you know, like jump into the pool without checking the water level...." (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 07:22:15 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 10, Part 3 of 4 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 10, Thursday, May 12, PART 3 of 4 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 FEEDBACK Comments welcome in all forums (Closed.) Don't we all? I should have been a *lot* more careful with that door. "But I have to. I mean, I've been jumping ever since high school when I realized I wanted to be a reporter. It isn't easy trying to make it in this business, especially if you're wearing pantyhose, though yesterday morning was the first time in months that I've worn any.... But jumping in is the only way I know how to do it - and it worked, *most* of the time. People respect me... or pretend to. Most of them laugh at me behind my back, I know that...." (Opened.) "Well, actually--" "But it doesn't matter at *all.* Perry taught me three rules every reporter should know and I try to live by them. *Never* get involved in your stories, *never* let anyone else get there first, and *never* sleep with anyone you work with." (Closed.) "Wow.... He hasn't told *me* those rules." "Well, you're... new and not from around here and... and..." She moved as though her shoulders had slumped under the pressure of reality. "To be honest with you, I've broken every rule. I got way too involved in my last story, and then someone got there first and got rid of my sources, and... ah...." (Opened.) She was worried about the last one? Dad, you'd be surprised since you've said you think that practically everyone in Metropolis is a sexual libertine. "You slept with someone at work?" I could hear her move. I think she was nodding her head. "It wasn't..." (Closed.) Nah, Jimmy's too young; Steve and Eduardo are happily married; and she'd never be approached by Mr. White or vice versa. I'm sure some of the other guys in the office would jump at the chance to jump her though. "I know what you're thinking! Don't be ridiculous! It was a guy named Claude. He was French and he had this dreamy accent.... I was starting to work on... *that* story..." the one to expose Luthor, "when I met him. He was new in the newsroom. He was a visiting journalist. He... comforted me just before we went to press with... that story. I was really nervous about it; it was the biggest story I've ever worked on. He wanted to celebrate... and we sure did... Then, when things blew up in my face, he pretended he didn't know me. He didn't want the *dirt* to rub off on him." Have you noticed, dear great-grandchildren, how everyone indicts dirt? To Jimmy, Lex Luthor is as slimy as they come. To Lex Luthor, Mr. Interregnum is filth. Mr. Interregnum described Luthor as being born dirt poor. Me, coming >from "clean, honest farming stock," as Luthor put it, I think dirt gets a bad rap. I said, "Well, if *I* ever get a hold of him in the newsroom, I'll tell him a thing or two about loyalty and standing up for--" "He's not there any more," she informed me dryly. "He went back to France suddenly." (Closed.) That explained why I hadn't heard of him before this. "When I got the idea for... the suit... and we created it and we needed someone to try it on, I got in touch with him - he was still at the Planet - somebody upstairs obviously liked him. I met with him in secret and cried on his shoulder and talked him into trying the suit first. He did happen to have almost the right build, but he got all macho in it. Talk about testosterone poisoning.... He started showing off and..." She gathered her breath to continue rapidly, "and he spilled Coke on himself and the belt shorted out and now he sings soprano and that's one reason he went back to France." (Opened, startled--careful!) Though I don't think I can be hurt that way, the mere thought of what must have happened to him did give me a momentary chill. "Wow, that's some coincidence." Quietly, "Yeah, it was." "He didn't sue?" "With nine witnesses and videotape showing we'd warned him to stop showing off and not to do just what he proceeded to? No, he was embarrassed enough as it was. But we fixed the belt. That can't happen again." "Good." "Not that you'll get to wear it again. We're all going to die...." (Closed.) I hated to hear the sound of defeat in her voice. After all we'd gone through together, after everything she'd experienced in her life, that sound was awful. (Opened.) I tried to cheer her up. "Ah, remember what you said about respect? I just want you to know that I've discovered that everyone at the Daily Planet - *everyone* - thinks *you* are the best reporter they ever worked with." She sniffed. "They do?" "The whole newsroom gets quiet when your name is even hinted at. They all think about you a lot, and they all support you." Though I'm sure some of them, maybe even a lot of them, think she's a total nut case, there's no doubt that nearly everyone is excited about her clandestine cause. She said "Oh..." and sniffed again. As she turned quiet for a moment, I was then able to hear Dr. Baines say, "Yes, yes, I have it and I'll use it. They'll all be dead by... by one, and I'll see you at three." I heard her caller only because whoever it was exclaimed: "They'll all? You said 'all'?" Unfortunately, maybe because the transmission had to punch through the metal wall of the hangar, (his? her?) voice sounded high-pitched and tinny. "We found a scruffy little woman and a teenage boy in here just before Kent arrived.... Short, dark hair, wearing black, knows some martial arts. He has a camera--" "She's *there*? Oh, the irony! The sweet irony! Three for the price of one!" Dr. Baines sounded displeased at the heavy hint that she hadn't been let in on some secret. I know how *that* feels. She said, "What?" "No, no, my dear, don't worry about it." The "my dear" may indicate the caller was either male or an older female. "And how did you know he'd be here?" "Because he's utterly predictable. Her, though, I didn't even know she was in town!" "But--" "Don't worry about it! I'll explain everything later. You go ahead with the plan, *the complete plan,* understand? *All* of it - it will be so much sweeter that way! They'll all die together!" Now she sounded terribly unamused. "Yes. Right. Whatever. Later." At that point I think she turned off her cell phone because in a moment, just after I closed the padlock again, the door reopened and she entered, this time carrying a suitcase. The Tattooed Man followed her, looking smug. Note here that it was about 12:45 a.m. She lost her brusque attitude as she told Lois Lane and I, "I hope you'll forgive the accommodations, but then again, I've never been much of a hostess." She knelt beside me and stroked my cheek as though we were very good friends. She smiled sadly, "I wish I could take you along, sugar...." She ran her hand across my chest and down my bare left arm. It was surprisingly easy to ignore her suggestive touch. I know it's pure coincidence, but blondes seem uniformly to be out to get me one way or another. Lana (who, if you haven't seen a picture of her, is a redhead) once warned me about that. Then again, she married Pete, who's a blonde, and you're a blonde, Mom, so I don't know what to make of the observation. I said, "All of us?" She glanced at Lois Lane but dismissed her, returning her gaze to me. "Just you, but you'd be hard to hide and you probably wouldn't be very cooperative. I'd have to keep you tied up." She smiled briefly, suggestively... then let it lapse. "No, it just wouldn't work out. You'll be in heaven soon, the next best thing, if you believe in it. She," nodding at Lois, "probably won't be joining you there, but that's why they call it heaven, hmm?" Heh.... "Tell me one thing: I know you sabotaged the Messenger and I know that your partner" (I dared not say who t was because that might lead Lois Lane to say something unfortunate. Yes, I told her yesterday, but if she had to stop to remember, she might realize that making a snide comment could get her killed on the spot) "was surprised by the magnitude of the explosion. Why did you destroy it and not just disable it? People *died*...." She looked troubled by that. I think she was truly perplexed. "I know. It surprised me, too. But it made... someone else," said with the same flat voice she had used to dismiss her caller moments earlier, "very happy. They both pay well, neither of them knows about the other, and I'm making a great deal more than I get on my measly director's salary." I'm not sure what that means other than, while Luthor was involved, it looks like he isn't culpable for the deaths because there's a third party involved and maybe he had something to do with the (increased?) magnitude of the explosion. "You're doing this for *money*?" Lois Lane asked, spitting it out in disgust. Dr. Baines rose. "I wasn't at first, but now I am." The Tattooed Man approached her and whispered, "The rope?" in her ear. She didn't look like she appreciated his overfamiliarity. "Forget it." "But you told--" "I know what I said. I've been busy and I forgot to pack it. We don't need it. The chains are enough. They're secure, aren't they?" The Tattooed Man checked, yanking my hands forward as far as the chain would allow, or about five inches. I winced in case he intended the test to be a painful one. (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 07:24:05 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: NEW: My Journal, Day 10, Part 4 of 4 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" TITLE: My Journal Day 10, Thursday, May 12, PART 4 of 4 AUTHOR Debby Stark, Debby@swcp.com RATING PG-13 FEEDBACK Comments welcome in all forums "Yep." He straightened. "Tying a piece of rope around his wrists would be stupid." "Exactly. Besides," she reached down and mussed my hair one last time, "the green would clash with your marvelous black T-shirt, wouldn't it?" I wonder if you're saying "ah-ha!" too, dear great-grandchildren. First was the green thread, a tracking device(?) with an odd side effect. Now, a green rope that someone wanted to use to... what? A length of rope big enough to tie around my wrists, for example, would have more serious effects on me than the tiny thread had. I didn't feel any such thing nearby though. Assuming a rope would have stronger radiation, if it was in her suitcase (ready to use until her caller had angered her), it must have been wrapped in something that kept its radiation at bay. I'm guessing lead foil. I'll have to find a supply of that and keep some handy in case any more of the green stuff turns up, naturally or on purpose. She continued, "But in a few minutes everything in here will be clashing. Accidents do happen." Lois Lane followed up quickly: "Accidents?" "Why, yes. You see, earlier today, while my technicians were dissecting what's left of the orbital maneuvering systems, completely overlooking where the bomb was actually hidden--" "Which was?" "In the crew quarters restroom." "Clever. No one would ever look there." "And no one ever will. The technicians didn't see the monomethyl hydrazine begin to leak and of course nitrogen tetroxide is *never* supposed to be stored nearby. There's now a big barrel of it right over there." Somewhere behind me. I heard one of her assistants moving it into place. Then there was the sound of a tap being opened. "Unfortunately, the Daily Planet will be reporting that the resulting blast killed three nosy people, one of them a gorgeous reporter..." she sighed at me again, "who didn't bother to read the signs." Dr. Baines pointed to my left. To the right of the entrance we had used was a big cork-faced bulletin board. It was covered with signs. Under the one that read, "Safety is Our *Only* Business!" and above a big OSHA poster with tiny type, was one that read, "Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted." Tattooed Man's partner said, "Ready." Maybe twenty yards away, there was a drain in the floor. From either side, trickles of two dangerous chemicals began to dribble toward that drain. Once they met.... Without further adieu, the villains scurried away through a different exit, one that, as it turns out, led to a staircase, the roof, a helicopter pad and a waiting helicopter. I could hear the helicopter's blades twirling, warming up. As soon as I knew they couldn't see us and wouldn't be turning back anyhow, I ripped opened the padlock, pulled off the chains, and jumped up. It occurred to me that might have been a good time to use my freezing breath ability on the chemical trickles, except something told me it was too late. Instead I pulled the chains off of Lois Lane, who said, "Wha...?" "Weak link. Get up!" She'd have to help herself. I was busy pulling Jimmy over my shoulder. "We have to get out of here!" She didn't ask any more questions but leapt to her feet and headed for the entrance we had been pushed through earlier. At the door she grappled with the push-bar. "It's locked!" She stepped back, prepared to give it a mighty kick that could have broken her ankle. I reached her side first, planted my free right hand on the door and said, "Push harder!" "I *already* pushed harder!" "Then help *me* push!" When we pushed together naturally it opened right up. The exit to the outside was still open since no one had picked up the door and put it back on its hinges or even leaned it into place. I wonder why it being missing didn't alert the normal security people, unless they were ordered to stay away from the hangar, too. We scrambled over the door, through the exit and out of the building. At this point I heard the explosion spark and begin to build only yards behind us. Outside, we had a clear path to the north, across a vast parking lot. When it comes to running, Lois Lane is no slouch, but I feared that simply running would not get either of us (or Jimmy) far enough away. This looked like a job for.... I grabbed Lois Lane around her waist and flew. No, no, not *flew* flew, not up in the air, though that would have been even faster. Instead I "ran," moving my legs, but I actually skimmed us a few inches over the parking lot toward what EPRAD brochures say is a "scenic woodland conservation area in keeping with our efforts to preserve the local wild habitat, home to the Metropolis Minnow, an endangered species." We got at least a hundred yards before the chemical mix exploded in earnest, proving that we had been endangered species for a few moments. The explosion caused a chain reaction among the other unstable chemicals stored in the hangar as well as any unstable parts of the remains of the Messenger. It was the loudest sound I've heard since being a little too close to Mt. Etna one day last January. I took pictures of that; I'll have to dig them up when I get home tonight and attach one to this journal entry. I'll call it Etnaboom(dot something, probably .jpg). Lois Lane yelped and began wiggling and Jimmy woke up and wiggled, too. I'm not used to carrying people this way (I've only ever flown with you, Mom and Dad), so I think that's why I lost my balance and tripped. Fortunately, we had made it across the parking lot by this time, and we all fell into a ditch full of muddy rainwater right before the woodland conservation area. This cool water might have been helpful had the air been stifling hot, but we were just far enough away to avoid that. Most of the explosive heat and debris were heading upward and somewhat to the southwest anyway. We got to our knees, turned, and watched a flaming mini-mushroom cloud form over the hangar. Lois Lane gasped, "The force of that must have carried us here...!" I have learned that there are times when it's wise not to contradict her. "Where's my...." Jimmy, free from his bonds, found his camera in the mud. "I hope it's not...." Whether or not it was broken or waterlogged or both, he began taking pictures. I hope he got some of Dr. Baines escaping in her helicopter. We saw it to the west of the hangar. It was moving rapidly west, too - until it exploded in mid air, just as Lois Lane was saying, "*She's* not getting away! *I'm* going to--" She and I ducked back into the ditch to avoid flying pieces of helicopter (or other, bloody things), but I don't think any reached us. Jimmy, standing there taking pictures as though nothing could hit him, speculated that some part of the exploding hangar must have whacked the helicopter. He may be right. He added, "It serves them right for knocking me out!" Lois Lane suggested strongly that we didn't want to be there any more. We moved quickly and quietly, avoiding all the security forces rushing to the area. In about ten minutes I found out how she and Jimmy had entered the complex. Once we were over the fence, she broke silence and asked me how I had gotten here. I told her I had taken MUT (Metropolis Urban Transport, or the subway) part of the way and walked the rest. She shook her head about this, obviously thinking I should have wheels of my own. I disagree with this. Even if I didn't have my own personal form of transportation, the city provides quite enough varieties. People here don't need cars like they do in, say, California. We made our way through the undergrowth to a clearing where her same borrowed, nondescript gray sedan awaited us. She dropped me three blocks from my flophouse and ordered me to use a pay phone to call in the story. We had discussed this in the car. I argued that it wasn't wise to admit that any of us had been on the scene of the crime. She told me to forget that and start thinking like a "real reporter." Tell the story, tell it all (except our suspicions about Luthor's involvement since we lacked proof) (it was "we" now, too), and tell it first. We decided I would say that I called Jimmy and that he and I together investigated my suspicions about the Messenger being sabotaged. Jimmy thought this was a "brilliant" idea. We were to leave Lois Lane's name completely out of it, which I could see she wasn't exactly pleased about, but it couldn't be helped. This told me a lot about Lois Lane's yearning to return to her true vocation. Even if the night editor decides not to print everything - "I warn you, sometimes she's a real wuss" - I'll still get credit for reporting things that later will turn out to be true, like who was on the helicopter. As she roared away to drop Jimmy off at the Planet so that he could try to develop his film and print some pictures, I decided Lois Lane's advice (orders) about what to do was right again. I had to jog a ways to find a phone in working condition, but I did call in the story. I talked to a nice-sounding gentleman, a Mr. Arendt, the assistant night editor. He asked some good questions and promised to pass the story on to the night editor, Mrs. Schwartz, adding that it looked like I was in time to get the story, or at least parts of it, in the morning edition. Mr. Arendt mentioned that Jimmy entered the newsroom and ran for the darkroom as we were talking, so maybe the story will be illustrated. When I finally got home, I washed up and went to bed. I got to sleep okay and even slept in a little, but I still think I'll be able to make it to work on time. Even if I'm a little late, I'm sure Mr. White will understand why and forgive me. Dear great-grandchildren, I'll let you know the plan that Mom, Dad and I come up with tonight. Attachment: etnaboom.doc (in Word97) If you can't read etnaboom.doc, grab etnaboom.jpg, which will due in lieu of the pictures that the dog ate. If you like that jpg, let my agent (Debby@swcp.com) know; Dad found a series of them. [to be continued] [Your real author thanks my proofers and creative consultants Pat H., Jeanne P. and Sandy McD.] (continued) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 08:25:13 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: slight OT and on topic, comics, Farah (was Re: NEW: My Journal In-Reply-To: <8817e1e1.24b8f8e8@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 03:28 PM 07/10/1999 -0400, Zoomway wrote: >In a message dated 7/10/99 1:32:57 PM Central Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM >writes: > ><< Thank you! I think everyone likes fanfic that focuses on L&C. You know, I wish > DC comics would bring out series of comics based on L&C working together. > Forget all the strange silliness going on in the other comics featuring > Superman. Grab some new writers and artists and make a comic that appeals to > all those millions who watched the show :) >> > >I totally agree. I'd buy a comic based more on the Lois and Clark approach. Another take on World's Finest :) If they had trouble with the romantic angle, then they could concentrate on the detective angle until they hired a group of us. I'd prefer there to be no threats to L&C, no villains out to get them specifically. Instead through their work they get in trouble (sort of like, gasp, Mulder and Scully, who generally only get in trouble because they stroll into it, not realizing the enormity of the problem they set out to solve) (unless Cancerman is involved, then...). I want to see them sitting at a table or walking down the street or in bed together cuddling or tied up together in a flaming barn, chatting. Not much action, so the regular comic reader would yawn... but a lot of character building so *we* would read it. >You might want to get the special issue Last God of Krypton. That has Lois >and Clark virtually throughout the issue working together to defeat the >enemy. Including ... okay, no spoilers, but the scene is reminiscent to one >>from "Aliens" *That* sounds... romantic... ;) I'll look for it though. If the art's okay, I'll probably buy it. >To you, Deb, I enjoyed your most recent installment of the Journal story. I >thought the characterization, even in an "Elseworld" setting (non-series >continuity) was right on the mark. Showed nice sides and insights to both >Lois and Clark. Fun seeing them work together, and very good actions scenes. Thank you very much! This time, having not fallen in lust with her at the start, Clark is finding other reasons to like Lois Lane, even though it's taken a while :) >Regarding Farah, your *real* list mom ;) If you'd like to drop her a letter >while she's in basic training in the Navy, please write to me privately and >I'll send you her snail mail address there. I've always heard that mail call >is an uplifting moment in the military no matter how rotten the day has gone, >so she'd probably love to get letters, photos, etc., from you guys. Just send >me an e-mail and I'll send you her addy. I bet she'd like to get postcards from around the world. Just don't write anything like "your CIA contact in..." or she could get in trouble ;) >Zoomway@aol.com Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 08:20:25 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: TA Merrill Subject: Re: What's NOMAIL? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii On Sunday Yvonne asked: I've noticed a couple of people saying they're going NOMAIL recently. Is this a way of temporarily stopping list emails coming into your mailbox, or just a shorthand way of saying they'e not going to be checking their email for a while? Yvonne ******************** If you go to this list's archive, there are four option directories at the top. The third one is 'Join or Leave the List (or Change settings).' NOMAIL is one of the very last options. This will stop your list mail until you enable it again. (Great for vacations or when real life interferes!) TerriAnn _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 12:46:18 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: What's NOMAIL? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/11/99 8:02:24 AM Central Daylight Time, yconnell@UKF.NET writes: << I've noticed a couple of people saying they're going NOMAIL recently. Is this a way of temporarily stopping list emails coming into your mailbox, or just a shorthand way of saying they'e not going to be checking their email for a while? >> Yes, send the command SET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L NOMAIL from the address you're subscribed from to: LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Notice that is the command address, *not* the fanfic posting address. That command will keep your account from being sent mail, but will still keep you subscribed to the list. When you're ready to receive mail again, send the command: SET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L MAIL to LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 13:05:05 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: slight OT and on topic, comics, Farah (was Re: NEW: My Journal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/11/99 9:31:07 AM Central Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM writes: << Thank you very much! This time, having not fallen in lust with her at the start, Clark is finding other reasons to like Lois Lane, even though it's taken a while :) >> I'm responding only to the fanfic part since I've gotten complaints about too much off topic information being posted to this list and will do a separate post on the subject. If you want, I can move the comic book reference to the other list as a topic thread. Now to the "on topic" portion. I have to say I never felt that Clark ever fell instantly in *lust* with Lois. If that were so, he could have had her five ways to sundown in the Superman costume ;) I will admit that it might be that readers are able to interpret writing in a manner perhaps the writer hadn't intended. I say this because Lois was so annoying that Clark *did* put up with a lot of @#$% from her just to get closer to her. Most men would have long ago written her off as unapproachable and aside from attractive physically, likely would have found her unappealing in the personality and "chip on her shoulder" attitude department. Since it's hardly a secret that I'm a fan of what the series established, I like seeing that used even in Elseworld type stories. Lois and Clark as a series put a unique imprint on the well-worn legend of Superman by giving them a romance and destiny (not a guaranteed one by any means since a villain like Tempus was always a threat) that transcended time, space and even death. By making them soulmates and giving them a singular bond to each other, the series left the comics in the dust for me long ago. So while you hadn't intended to have that element in your story, to me, as a reader, I still saw it there ;) Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 13:17:41 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Off topic threads MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit As I mentioned in another post, I've gotten complaints about off topic (not fanfic related) threads continually popping up on the list. Though this list had the job, in part, of handling threads that would normally have gone to the discussion list when that list crashed, the fact that there is a new discussion list, and thus far a reliable one, I've had several requests from fanfic subscribers asking that off topic subjects like "star sightings", "voting for Dean", "the comics", "Superman movies" and so forth, be discussed on the other list unless any subject is being brought up in the name of fanfic. I'll routinely start moving "off topic" threads to the other list from now on, and kill the thread on this list. I hate taking that kind of drastic step, but I have to consider all subscribers, and the majority of the 300 plus people who subscribed to this list, did so for fanfic and fanfic related threads. Again, I'm sorry for having to take this step, but hope most of you can understand why. Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 20:12:52 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Niklas 'Hawk' Jonsson Subject: Lois'n Clark series... Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Ahhh, first of all, thanks all of your for the wonderful feedback on my *very* imaginatively named "Premiere" fic, that truly warmed my ol' heart. One thing that many people asked about was, "Is there going to be a sequel?" and "Are you going to deal with the fact that Cat Grant knows that Clark is Superman?" Answers: Yes and Yes. :) In fact, there are going to be a lot of sequels and maybee even a prequel or two... I'm working on the sequel and 'my' 1st season finale right now. Due to other events in my ficverse, I just sat down and remade my old 'episode'-listing of the comming fics in my series and thought I should share some little tidbits of it with the list. Just so you have something to drool over while I keep writing. :D Spoiler space follows... Long isn't it? Yeah, I thought so too... "Name of the fic" ( Episode(s) it's based on ) - Addition/alteration from the original episode(s) "Trial by Luthor" ( Neverending battle ) - Lucy Lane dates Clark - LoC is trying to track down The Pro - Cat has a 'talk' with Clark about the Superman issue "You just can't trust the government" ( Strange visitor ) - Luthor arrives at the Planet and reveals the 'happy' news, that he aquired another 5% of the Planet and now has 37% of the shares - Clark breaks up with Lucy - Invisible robberies starts taking place - The Pro kills almost the entire 'Trask-force', Trask gets away "Hot'n heavy" ( I'm looking through you+Requiem for a superhero+ I've got a crush on you ) - Toasters and ILTY-crooks join forces and kidnap Doc Lane along with the Invisible Man, a battle armor is created with both IM-tech, Cybernetics and Toaster technology "Don't get smart with me, kid" ( Smart kids ) - The Pro breaks into Luthors lab and steals a batch of the SmartStuff - Le Mat assassinates a Kindred elder ( Vampire ), the body vanishes from the morgue. Lois'n Clark out to investigate are introduced to forensic pathologist doctor Bill Bull. A nasty, creepy fellow with pictures of 'his beloved' Doctor Agent Dana Scully all over his office "It's a Smallville world" ( The green, green glow of home ) - Clark Kung Fu's Trask just as his powers return, a kick propels Trask through a barn wall and a story down where he breaks his neck by falling onto a tractor - Martha shows Lois a painting she did with her son and husband posing in the nude LL: "Oh my god, is that accurate?!" MK: "Yes." LL: "You really do breed them *big* out here." - The Pro snatches a chunk of Kryptonite "I wanna smell nice for our honeymoon" ( Pheromone, my lovely+ Honeymoon in Metropolis ) - The experiment is conducted at the hotel, Lois is affected and Clark has to fend her off during the whole assignment - The pheromone lady manages to get away because Superman has to leave to save Lois from comitting suicide because 'Clark doesn't love me!' "I'm falling for you tonight" ( All shook up ) - The Kindred Prince of the city sends his hitman to 'talk' with Lois'n Clark about the missing Superman - Lucy is attacked by Apocalypse-freaked people, part of her face and her eyes are severely damaged by a knife slash, blinding her for life "Let's hear it for the king of Metropolis" ( The ides of Metropolis+The rival ) - Lucy has her eyes examined by doctor Bannerjee from Star Labs and he sadly informs her that her condition is incurable - Jimmy visit Lucy in the hospital and they end up kissing each other - The Pro kills the virus guy "There are some new Supermen in Metropolis" ( Vatman ) - Lois'n Clarks constant watch on Luthor brings in a stange piece of info, he's been puchasing a large amount of rare frogs lately. - There's three Supermen. One 'normal', one 'evil' and a 'crazy' one. The X-men, The Hulk, The Avengers and the JLA appears to help out after Superman has been defeated in combat against them. In the end, the 'normal' Vatman turns on Luthor and help to defeat the others. - Once in the lab, the hair sample is missing. 'Normal' knows from telepathy that Luthor speaks the truth when he claims not to know where it is. Le Mat broke into the complex and stole it along with a copy of the clone research data >from the computers in the lab - Terrence Tempus, one of the richest men in Metropolis and owner of 17% of the Planets shares makes an appearence in the newsroom and announces that he has reason to believe that Superman has an evil agenda and is involved in a major plot to take control over the earth "The F/X-files X-over does Metropolis" - Season finale - Clark tells Lois that he loves her when she is held hostage - Doctor Bill Bull makes several passes at the visiting Dana Scully, until her partner, Fox Mulder, threatens to strangle him to death unless he leaves 'my Scully' alone. - Batman and Superman meet each other for the first time, they both figure out each others secret identity, but don't let the other know that they know - Batman is almost killed by the hitman of the Kindred Prince, but his life is saved by Harley Quinn who switched sides after the events of my "A Gotham City nightmare" fic - Le Mat reveals that Lucy's blindness can be cured despite the word of doctor Bannerjee that they're lost forever. In return, he want a wow of silence from the two reporters since they saw him kill the terrorists who held Lois Lane hostage - Doctor Doom arrives at the Latverian embassy in Metropolis and has a meeting with Lex Luthor about the 'Superman problem'. The good doctor also displays a chunk of Kryptonite and reveals that he has equipped his armor with Kryptonite, in preparation for the comming confrontation X-iting, huh? :) Comments accepted at hawk@telia.com --<< Sent By >>-- Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson ICQ:21771860 http://hem.passagen.se/hawkgts/ hawk@telia.com 1) If you have to ask, you're not entitled to know. 2) If you don't like the answer, you shouldn't have asked. - Abbott's Law ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 15:16:51 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: Re: Lost messages MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi, I got back from holiday and discovered that my server had a problem with = my email, namely they lost or returned some messages. I have checked the archive for postings from the list. If I have failed to answer any private messages, please accept my apologies. Yours Jenni Debbage ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 13:13:14 -0600 Reply-To: tmtrx@earthlink.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: | Subject: New Member Test MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit dont' mind me, i'm just checking to make sure everything goes smoothly. looking forward to getting up and running with you FOLCs! TmTrx ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 16:09:28 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: April Young Subject: Remove Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Please remove me fromthe list. thank you. _______________________________________________________________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 07:00:47 +1000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny Stosser Subject: help finding Dean Picture Comments: To: lcnfanfic@onelist.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hey there, I hope no-one minds terribly receiving this multiple times. I'm desperately seeking a particular pic of Dean. I've found a not-so-good copy of it online at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Network/7845/DCcollage.JPG; it's in the top left-hand corner here. I believe it comes from TV Hits magazine, published in Australia. Can anyone help me to find a better copy of it (on its own) online? email me privately at jenerator@ozemail.com.au if you can help. Jen. jenerator@ozemail.com.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn (Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- ICQ: 11477318 Photos of David (6) and Megan (3) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/4583 Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 15:04:50 -0600 Reply-To: tmtrx@earthlink.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: =?iso-8859-1?Q?=D5?= Subject: On the Run MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit have there been any installments to this story since 60D? i'm new at this, so maybe i'm not looking in the right place. thanks, TmTrx ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 17:20:11 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: don't reply on this list (was Re: help finding Dean Picture MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit As I posted earlier, please NO more off topic (non-fanfic) posts to this list. Thanks, the ever-crabby: Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:58:22 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Renate=20Ziegler?= Subject: sorry...just a test... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit ...please ignore this _______________________________________________ Do you yahoo!? Gesendet von Yahoo! Mail - http://mail.yahoo.de ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 18:09:34 CDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jessi Mounts Subject: Re: On the Run Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed TmTrx said: >have there been any installments to this story since 60D? i'm new at >this, so maybe i'm not looking in the right place. >thanks, >TmTrx > I've been searching for a part past 60D for months. As far as I can tell, the answer to your question is no. Is Plan9Lives on the list? Maybe she can tell us what happened. By the way, welcome to FoLCdom. I promise you this is one of the nicest group of people you'll find. Have fun! Jessi jessi914@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 18:31:14 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dennis A Arendt Subject: St. Louis and Hugs MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit As am sure most of you have heard we all met in St. Louis and even with an over abundance of hormones everyone got along. This was a great bunch of people and IMHO we represented all Folc's with dignity, respect and just enough drooling. All of these girls are just great. Melody did a great job and she is a 'hoot' - an organized 'hoot and lots of fun to be around. Although she is probably still recovering from my driving, but when you have a meeting with Dean there is no way you can be late no matter if the other cars don't understand, even the ones with those annoying red and blue lights. We had to get there!!! Vicki was just as I imaged , calm on the outside, but can that girl dance!!!! Missy(the cough drop queen) can make up a fanfic in a sec - one very talented lady. Shelia is a card (a deck of aces) and meeting our friends from across the waters was the biggest bonus - with the exception of Dean hugging each one of us) I think he was impressed by the gathering and he did seem very happy ( that beautiful grin)----I have to stop here and wipe the sweat >from my brow. Although Dean was going to be late for the game he would not leave until each of us got an autograph and a hug. Great hugger this man!!!!! I guess you can tell I was impressed with our group and of course Dean. I am sending my raw video footage to Shelia. She will edit her copy and mine and between the both of us, we will be able to make copies for any one that wants it. P.S. Master Zoom, I have no way to post my pictures (8 rolls). If I send you copies will you pick some and post them for me?? You guys missed a great time. The party at Club Utophia was..........I don't even know how to describe being able to look at and talk with Dean in a gala situation. It was uhhh.............................................................................................................................................................. ............................................................good. Brenda ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 19:43:04 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: St. Louis and Hugs MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/11/99 6:31:45 PM Central Daylight Time, d.arendt@WORLDNET.ATT.NET writes: << P.S. Master Zoom, I have no way to post my pictures (8 rolls). If I send you copies will you pick some and post them for me?? >> Hi Brenda, Yes, I'd be happy to put them up on a page. If there's a lot, heck, I'll make two or three pages Sounds like you guys had a great time. I'm going to move your post to the discussion list since I've gotten complaints about "non fanfic" posts made here, but I forgot about you guys still being out of town and some probably have not gotten home as yet. So, I'll let posts from St. Louis continue for a couple of days and repost them to the discussion list as well. Welcome back, Brenda, and I'm glad you all had so much fun, it sounds wonderful! Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 02:09:39 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Renate=20Ziegler?= Subject: another test... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit ...the last one, I promise...please don't kill me. _______________________________________________ Do you yahoo!? Gesendet von Yahoo! Mail - http://mail.yahoo.de ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 20:18:23 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sandy McDermin Subject: Re: Off topic threads MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit But "Off Topic" posts used to be okay (as of a few days ago) as long as they were clearly labelled as such in the subject header. Even Farah posted one or two. With all due respect, this list is getting very restrictive. And, considering your allowing the non-fanfic related St. Louis posts for a few days -- a little uneven in treatment. Perhaps decisions about ending a policy over what is acceptable to post here should be made a bit more democratically. Sandy smcdermin@erols.com ****************************** The Zoomway wrote: > > As I mentioned in another post, I've gotten complaints about off topic (not > fanfic related) threads continually popping up on the list. Though this list > had the job, in part, of handling threads that would normally have gone to > the discussion list when that list crashed, the fact that there is a new > discussion list, and thus far a reliable one, I've had several requests from > fanfic subscribers asking that off topic subjects like "star sightings", > "voting for Dean", "the comics", "Superman movies" and so forth, be discussed > on the other list unless any subject is being brought up in the name of > fanfic. > > I'll routinely start moving "off topic" threads to the other list from now > on, and kill the thread on this list. I hate taking that kind of drastic > step, but I have to consider all subscribers, and the majority of the 300 > plus people who subscribed to this list, did so for fanfic and fanfic related > threads. Again, I'm sorry for having to take this step, but hope most of you > can understand why. > > Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 21:37:07 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Barbara Warner Subject: nomail MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit set: nomail ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 21:45:47 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: Off topic threads MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/11/99 7:21:15 PM Central Daylight Time, smcdermin@EROLS.COM writes: << Perhaps decisions about ending a policy over what is acceptable to post here should be made a bit more democratically. >> I'll keep that in mind...when this becomes a democracy (love to quote Kirk ;) Seriously, for now, just like Farah, I can't ignore complaints from subscribers who felt the threads would be more fanfic oriented. The policy has been for people wanting to post an "off topic" subject to *ask* permission to do so. Lately that has not been happening and so a great many off topic threads have hit the list. Also, this list was started when LOISCLA (the old trearn list) was feared dead and gone. That fear was premature, yet prophetic ;) When it was clear that LOISCLA was still functioning, *this* list became the fanfic list. However, it was always available for LOISCLA type topics *when* that list crashed (which it did with alarming frequency) However, there is a new general discussion list that has so far been reliable. That being the case, I don't think it's out of line to show courtesy to subscribers who would like fanfic threads on a fanfic list. >>And, considering your allowing the non-fanfic related St. Louis posts for a few days -- a little uneven in treatment.<< Ah, one man's (or woman's) "unevenness" is another's "flexibility" I'm giving the St. Louis Folc a couple of days because most of them had no access to their e-mail, some were set to "nomail" and many still aren't back yet. Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 09:11:31 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sandra Janiec Subject: Re: Remove MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit me, too. Thanks -----Ursprüngliche Nachricht----- From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" Remove > Please remove me fromthe list. thank you. > _______________________________________________________________________ > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 10:41:21 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Celia Carvalho Subject: Re: On the Run Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; Boundary="0__=QnXBDWyKMBy8qHPnZvfdq3zmrDhCbHnlYbeSO7yQzKPtYp18YvWMfJMN" --0__=QnXBDWyKMBy8qHPnZvfdq3zmrDhCbHnlYbeSO7yQzKPtYp18YvWMfJMN Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Disposition: inline Hi there, Jessi! Regarding this subject, Zoomway has sent a message to the list on 27-06-99, at 22:10:19: > I have a new message board site and format set up (thanks to Beth ;) at: > http://www.actwd.com/zoomway/Ultimate.cgi > At that site I have a link to Plan 9's multi-part L&C saga which had been > posted to the old MB. Choose the fanfic folder on the main page. I also set > up review and fanfic recommendation folders today. > Zoomway@aol.com As for your questions: I don't think Plan9Lives has written more beyond the 60th part of On The Run. I do know that she is not signed to this list anymore, since I've written her once commenting on her story and she replied and told me that. You can write to her directly if you want. Her email address is: Plan9Lives@aol.com. You can also find another link to read On The Run on Erin's page: http://www.ida.net/users/davek. I hope this is useful. If you find anything out, please let us all know! I'm also curious to read more about On The Run. Cheers, Celia. jessi914%HOTMAIL.COM@interlock.lexmark.com on 12-07-99 01:09:34 Please respond to LOISCLA-GENERAL-L%LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU@interlock.lexmark.com To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L%LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU@interlock.lexmark.com cc: Subject: Re: On the Run --0__=QnXBDWyKMBy8qHPnZvfdq3zmrDhCbHnlYbeSO7yQzKPtYp18YvWMfJMN Content-type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Disposition: inline Content-transfer-encoding: quoted-printable TmTrx said: >have there been any installments to this story since 60D? i'm new at >this, so maybe i'm not looking in the right place. >thanks, >TmTrx > I've been searching for a part past 60D for months. As far as I can te= ll, the answer to your question is no. Is Plan9Lives on the list? Maybe s= he can tell us what happened. By the way, welcome to FoLCdom. I promise you this is one of the nices= t group of people you'll find. Have fun! Jessi jessi914@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com Celia Assistant to General Manager Secretarial Alg=E9s-Portugal Phone : 351 (1) 415 34 50 Fax : 351 (1) 419 21 12 CARVALHO@LEXMARK.COM = --0__=QnXBDWyKMBy8qHPnZvfdq3zmrDhCbHnlYbeSO7yQzKPtYp18YvWMfJMN-- ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 04:48:47 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: slight OT and on topic, comics, Farah (was Re: NEW: My Journal In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 01:05 PM 07/11/1999 -0400, Zoomway wrote: >I have to say I never felt that Clark ever fell instantly in *lust* with >Lois. If that were so, he could have had her five ways to sundown in the >Superman costume ;) I will admit that it might be that readers are able to >interpret writing in a manner perhaps the writer hadn't intended. I say this >because Lois was so annoying that Clark *did* put up with a lot of @#$% from >her just to get closer to her. Most men would have long ago written her off >as unapproachable and aside from attractive physically, likely would have >found her unappealing in the personality and "chip on her shoulder" attitude >department. Recall that Perry ordered her to take him on as part of (mostly all of) her task force and when he saw how much this annoyed her, I suspect it made up in his mind for her being so superior acting--even if she *was* a superior, more experienced writer with every reason to expect she should be given a team equal to her talents. Clark knew she was a snob but he also knew she was a good reporter. After all, moments after he first met her in Perry's office, Clark heard Perry call her one of the "best damn investigative reporters I've ever seen." Then Perry rejected him and Clark had to find some other way to prove he was a good reporter, too. :) So what I'm saying here at 4:42am is that he sure didn't protest working with Lois :) I don't think her attitude bothered him much at all (he gave as good as he got--"You like to be on top"), until she remembered that she had the date with Lex Luthor. Then Clark overreacted in a scene I don't much like from the Pilot. But that's another fanfic: what if he had acted interested and supportive ("That's quite a coup! Let me know how it goes, okay?") Lois might have cried on his shoulder instead of Lucy's :) >Since it's hardly a secret that I'm a fan of what the series established, I >like seeing that used even in Elseworld type stories. Technically, everything we write is Elseworld if it wasn't filmed. We're writing what the show never got around to giving us. >Lois and Clark as a >series put a unique imprint on the well-worn legend of Superman by giving >them a romance and destiny (not a guaranteed one by any means since a villain >like Tempus was always a threat) that transcended time, space and even death. >By making them soulmates and giving them a singular bond to each other, the >series left the comics in the dust for me long ago. So while you hadn't >intended to have that element in your story, to me, as a reader, I still saw >it there ;) As you'll soon see (Thursday), you're seeing the right thing :) >Zoomway@aol.com Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 10:40:42 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 99-07-10 14:32:57 EDT, you write: << Thank you! I think everyone likes fanfic that focuses on L&C. You know, I wish DC comics would bring out series of comics based on L&C working together. Forget all the strange silliness going on in the other comics featuring Superman. Grab some new writers and artists and make a comic that appeals to all those millions who watched the show :) Debby Debby@swcp.com >> This is a great idea Debby. As a subscriber, maybe I'll send DC a note and suggest it. Ps the July special Superman:Last God of Krypton is great in that for a change Lois puts on a Kryptonian battle suit, goes to help Clark/Superman and saves him when he runs out of air. If only there were more of those and more of the small glimpses you get into Lois and Clark's relationship at home and at work. However since Lex Luthor shut down the Planet last year and Clark's out of a job, I'm not sure what they can do about the partnership we all love so well until they resolve that one. Charlotte - who reads and enjoys the comics for the little touches that involve the relationship but who reminds everyone (IMHO and decidely personal opinion) that Clark Kent is Superman. He and Lois Lane are not and never can be an ordinary American couple and/or family. After all Clark Kent is no ordinary man. ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 08:00:39 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: New Fanfic, incorrect email address MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi, Everyone: Just wanted to let people know, I have a new story on the Lois and Clark Fanfic Archive. I'm not trying to plug my story, but I wanted people to know that the email address listed has a slight error(which makes it awfully hard to receive feedback). The correct address is: deimos1@earthlink.net, not .com Thanks Nan Smith ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 08:37:01 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Vicki Krell Subject: Re: On the Run MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----_=_NextPart_001_01BECC7C.65A49B10" This message is in MIME format. Since your mail reader does not understand this format, some or all of this message may not be legible. ------_=_NextPart_001_01BECC7C.65A49B10 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Hi, everyone. I looked for this link the other day, and again this morning. I know it was there when Zoom sent out the post last month about the link to On the Run, because I instantly went there to read whatever I could find. It doesn't seem to be there now. Zoom, what am I doing wrong?? Vicki Vicki.Krell@asu.edu -----Original Message----- From: Celia Carvalho [mailto:carvalho@LEXMARK.COM] Sent: Monday, July 12, 1999 1:41 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: On the Run << File: ATT489279.txt >> Hi there, Jessi! Regarding this subject, Zoomway has sent a message to the list on 27-06-99, at 22:10:19: > I have a new message board site and format set up (thanks to Beth ;) at: > http://www.actwd.com/zoomway/Ultimate.cgi > At that site I have a link to Plan 9's multi-part L&C saga which had been > posted to the old MB. Choose the fanfic folder on the main page. I also set > up review and fanfic recommendation folders today. > Zoomway@aol.com As for your questions: I don't think Plan9Lives has written more beyond the 60th part of On The Run. I do know that she is not signed to this list anymore, since I've written her once commenting on her story and she replied and told me that. You can write to her directly if you want. Her email address is: Plan9Lives@aol.com. You can also find another link to read On The Run on Erin's page: http://www.ida.net/users/davek. I hope this is useful. If you find anything out, please let us all know! I'm also curious to read more about On The Run. Cheers, Celia. jessi914%HOTMAIL.COM@interlock.lexmark.com on 12-07-99 01:09:34 Please respond to LOISCLA-GENERAL-L%LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU@interlock.lexmark.com To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L%LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU@interlock.lexmark.com cc: Subject: Re: On the Run ------_=_NextPart_001_01BECC7C.65A49B10 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable RE: On the Run

Hi, everyone. I looked for this link the other day, and again this = morning. I know it was there when Zoom sent out the post last month = about the link to On the Run, because I instantly went there to read = whatever I could find. It doesn't seem to be there now. Zoom, what am I = doing wrong??

Vicki
Vicki.Krell@asu.edu


      -----Original Message-----
      From:   Celia Carvalho [mailto:carvalho@LEXMARK.COM]
      Sent:   Monday, July 12, 1999 1:41 AM
      To:     = LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
      Subject:        Re: On = the Run

       << File: ATT489279.txt >> Hi there, Jessi!

      Regarding this subject, Zoomway has sent a message to the list on = 27-06-99, at
      22:10:19:

      > I have a new message board site and format set up (thanks to = Beth ;) at:

      > http://www.actwd.com/zoomway/Ultimate.cgi

      > At that site I have a link to Plan 9's multi-part L&C saga = which had been
      > posted to the old MB. Choose the fanfic folder on the main = page. I also set
      > up review and fanfic recommendation folders today.

      > Zoomway@aol.com

      As for your questions: I don't think Plan9Lives has written more = beyond the 60th
      part of On The Run. I do know that she is not signed to this list = anymore, since
      I've written her once commenting on her story and she replied and = told me that.
      You can write to her directly if you want. Her email address is:
      Plan9Lives@aol.com.

      You can also find another link to read On The Run on Erin's page:
      http://www.ida.net/users/davek.

      I hope this is useful. If you find anything out, please let us all = know! I'm
      also curious to read more about On The Run.
      Cheers,
      Celia.




      jessi914%HOTMAIL.COM@interlock.lexmark.com on 12-07-99 01:09:34

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      cc:
      Subject:  Re: On the Run

------_=_NextPart_001_01BECC7C.65A49B10-- ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 11:39:58 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: New Fanfic, incorrect email address MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/12/99 11:02:42 AM Eastern Daylight Time, deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes: << but I wanted people to know that the email address listed has a slight error(which makes it awfully hard to receive feedback). The correct address is: deimos1@earthlink.net, not .com >> Well that explains the mailer daemon message. At any rate, Nan's latest story, "Dagger's Edge" is terrific. Good A-plot, great characterization, great relationship. I highly recommend reading it. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 19:06:50 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: OT: Going offline for a while/Roleplaying fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit As a couple of you know already, I'm going into hospital on Wednesday, so I won't be around for at least a week, possibly longer depending on when I can get back at my computer at home again. Having found out what NOMAIL means (thanks to everyone who explained it), I've decided not to do this, even though it's going to be one mega-long phone call when I first get back. I'm looking forward to seeing my mailbox fill up with lots of entertaining reading matter, so keep on writing those fanfics! I have to apologise to those of you waiting patiently for me to kick off the roleplaying fanfic. I'm just about ready to run with it (thanks to my talented helper, Tanya), but I'd rather start it when I'm back so that I can see how it works out. Sorry! See you soon, Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 19:12:01 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Dagger's Edge (was New Fanfic, incorrect email address) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Ann wrote: > > Well that explains the mailer daemon message. At any rate, Nan's latest > story, "Dagger's Edge" is terrific. Good A-plot, great characterization, > great relationship. I highly recommend reading it. > And I'll second that, it's a great read. But Nan - that last little bit is so tantalising, does this mean you're planning more? Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 14:24:08 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: On the Run MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/12/99 10:38:55 AM Central Daylight Time, Vicki.Krell@ASU.EDU writes: << Hi, everyone. I looked for this link the other day, and again this morning. I know it was there when Zoom sent out the post last month about the link to On the Run, because I instantly went there to read whatever I could find. It doesn't seem to be there now. Zoom, what am I doing wrong?? >> Here's the quick link to all parts of On the Run: http://acreativetouch.simplenet.com/zoomway/welcome_to_the_message_board_are.h tm That links to all the old fanfic folders that contain parts 1-60 D Here's a recent note from Plan 9 posted to the new MB: Hi Folcs, I've been away on a new job for over a month now. I'd taken my laptop with me so I could continue posting from the road, but soon after, my laptop crashed. ( I'd phoned a friend of mine and asked him to tell you all what had happened on the boards. He told me he had posted a note for me over a month ago. But when I got home and starting checking my email... (well... started to check what's LEFT of my email since it automatically deletes what hasn't been checked after a certain amount of days,) I realized that the site was probably down when he posted it and he never knew about the new site since he's not a Lois and Clark fan and would NEVER have posted on any board he had to register with first. {I can't say I blame him there. I'm not to crazy about having to register to post a message either.} Anyway. I've been busy over the last day or so trying to rewrite the new OTR parts from memory that were lost on my old laptop drive. The next part of ON THE RUN will be up on the boards sometime tonight. ~Plan9LIVES (PS) If you'd written me an email a while ago, it was probably lost with my old mail. Please resend it and I'll have a reply within a couple of days. Hope you all have a happy and not so humid week. ) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 11:37:32 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: Dagger's Edge (was New Fanfic, incorrect email address) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Yvonne Connell wrote: > Ann wrote: > > > > > Well that explains the mailer daemon message. At any rate, Nan's latest > > story, "Dagger's Edge" is terrific. Good A-plot, great characterization, > > great relationship. I highly recommend reading it. > > > > And I'll second that, it's a great read. But Nan - that last little bit is > so tantalising, does this mean you're planning more? > > Yvonne > (yconnell@ukf.net) Of course I am. I plan to make this a trilogy. However, it may take time. My sister doesn't have a computer so we have to conference via telephone and snail mail, which is (A) expensive, because it's a long distance call and (B)time consuming because it takes four days for a letter to get from here to there. So be patient. Of course, if anyone would like to give me an idea to start with, I wouldn't turn it down (hint, hint). Thanks for the applause. It's a great confidence builder. Nan Smith ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 16:28:05 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: slight OT and on topic, comics, Farah (was Re: NEW: My Journal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/12/99 6:11:01 AM Central Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM writes: << So what I'm saying here at 4:42am is that he sure didn't protest working with Lois :) I don't think her attitude bothered him much at all (he gave as good as he got--"You like to be on top"), until she remembered that she had the date with Lex Luthor. Then Clark overreacted in a scene I don't much like from the Pilot. >> Well, it was Clark's *new* job. I reckon liking Lois or not, he'd better go on the assignment, however, it's fairly obvious that Lois made him feel something in a way no other woman had. Actually *many* things he probably hadn't felt before. I doubt his charm and natural homespun friendliness failed him much -- until Lois Lane came along. When Clark reacted like a jealous boyfriend over Lex Luthor, that too was an indication that Clark was feeling things on a level even he found surprisingly accelerated. It's a telling scene when he and Lois were in the hangar and Lois, in her first of many "death bed" confessions, opened up to Clark and told him how she made a fool of herself in the name of love over Claude. Clark replied, "I guess when you're in love with somebody, it doesn't matter how smart you are, or how many rules you set for yourself, you're still vulnerable." Clark delivered that line as if it only just occurred to him why he acted irrationally around Lois, or flew to China to bring her a dinner that would impress her, or overreacted to her date with Lex Luthor. He discovered at that moment, much to his philosophic surprise, that he had fallen in love with her. Suddenly all of his self-set rules and his "smarts" flew out the window without a cape I think many of us who fell in love in a "it sneaked up on me" way, could sympathize with Clark's reaction. Nothing makes us more vulnerable or makes us act in ways that we wouldn't have believed possible. There is almost never a logical path to love, and Clark found that out right from the beginning of the series. That was a huge part of the pilot's charm for me. That theme carried itself out through the run of the series as well, and probably why I found the whole series so charming ;) >>>Technically, everything we write is Elseworld if it wasn't filmed. We're writing what the show never got around to giving us.<<< Not in the way an "Elseworld" is defined. For example, the pilot shows us how Lois and Clark met, but if a story like Meet Me in Kansas City has them "meet" under a completely different set of circumstances, that's most definitely an Elseworld story, and one of my favorite fanfics too ;) When I began writing Counter Clark-wise in 93 and then got back to it and finished it in the summer of 94, all I had to go by was first season. Everything else was speculation about their future. That story *became* an Elseworld simply because of how continuity from the series as it evolved differed from my speculation. That's really all "Elseworld" means. I think they're great stories when the character integrity (continuity) is respected. I know I'm going to see their romance come through it all, no matter the differing circumstances, and that's why I enjoy them. >>As you'll soon see (Thursday), you're seeing the right thing :)<<< Great. I'll be waiting ;) Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 17:32:20 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rich & Dawn Subject: NKerths - looking for an author MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi FoLCs, Does anyone know how to get a hold of Jennifer "Jiji" Baker? The email we have for her isn't current, and we don't have a distributor for her stories. Thanks! Dawn ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 17:44:14 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sharon Gilbert Organization: University of Maine Subject: looking for nfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit trying to find whiskey galore. any ideas? ****Work like you don't need the money.**** ****Dance like no one's looking.********** ****Love like you won't get hurt.********* ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 22:59:17 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Subject: Re: looking for nfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sharon wrote: >trying to find whiskey galore. any ideas? > *You* need to be on the new nfic list, Sharon. Co-incidentally, FlakeyDom just posted her site URL there - I expect you can pick up Whiskey there. I don't see an eddress on your post and I don't know if it's a protected site, so rather than post the URL here, just mail me and I'll pass it along if no one else answers you meantime. LabRat :) Doc. Klein's LabRat labrat@ukf.net "Shut up," he explained. --- Ring Lardner, The Young Immigrants. 'We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by.' --- Will Rogers. ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 18:47:29 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Demona (Angel Of The Night)" Subject: Re: NKerths - looking for an author In-Reply-To: <002501beccae$0bcfdbe0$ba4498ce@fred> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 05:32 PM 12/07/99 -0400, you wrote: >Hi FoLCs, >Does anyone know how to get a hold of Jennifer "Jiji" Baker? The email we >have for her isn't current, and we don't have a distributor for her stories. >Thanks! >Dawn FYI for anyone also trying to find her... Unfortunately, Jiji dropped out of FoLCdom some time ago after she got (happily) married. She was a really good friend of mine, but she met a great guy, got engaged, then married and then just sort of -- was gone -- one day, and no one online ever really heard from her again save for perhaps once or twice after that, (even her very best friend, who also happens to be a FoLC) -- so I have to assume she's bilssfully content and just moved on. :) Her old email address no longer works (it was jijib@sprynet.com) - and if she did win an NKerth, she'd almost surely never know. Demi ___________________________________________ Demi aka Demona nightangel@home.com http://fantasia.simplenet.com/lcfantasy/ http://www.destinyy.com/boards/ for the lcnfanfic email list, see: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe/lcnfanfic "Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness." ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 19:40:03 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: sorry...just a test... In-Reply-To: <19990711215822.18295.rocketmail@web601.yahoomail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 11:58 PM 07/11/1999 +0200, you wrote: >...please ignore this > >_______________________________________________ >Do you yahoo!? >Gesendet von Yahoo! Mail - http://mail.yahoo.de Someone should turn this into a fanfic... The Daily Planet internal email list is plagued by "tests" from an untraceable outside source. Can Lois and Clark (and Jimmy and Cat and whoever else is interested because it's been quiet around town lately, Perry's getting antsy, and no one wants one of his special assignments) solve the mystery before something, anything a little *too* interesting happens and they'll all regret they didn't realize it was A True and Dangerous Situation just Waiting to Explode and Even Superman Has To Struggle against Ennumerable Odds to... I don't know, keep Lois from (pre rev) wondering where Clark has gotten to *again*/(post rev) assure Lois she'll get the scoop but her hubby has to share some of the glory this time..? Tune in next week... Debby Debby@swcp.com don't look at *me*... I just think up these things. ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 22:36:16 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Dagger's Edge (was New Fanfic, incorrect email address) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/12/99 2:13:52 PM Eastern Daylight Time, yconnell@UKF.NET writes: << And I'll second that, it's a great read. But Nan - that last little bit is so tantalising, does this mean you're planning more? >> We can only hope that Nan is planning more. OT: Yvonne, sorry to hear you're going to the hospital. Hope everything is OK. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 22:44:44 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: slight OT and on topic, comics, Farah (was Re: NEW: My Journal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/12/99 4:32:30 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Zoomway@aol.com writes: << Well, it was Clark's *new* job. I reckon liking Lois or not, he'd better go on the assignment, however, it's fairly obvious that Lois made him feel something in a way no other woman had. Actually *many* things he probably hadn't felt before. >> If I recall correctly, there are several times in the series where he says to either Lois or his parents that he fell in love with her at first sight in Perry's office during his initial interview. In "We Have a Lot to Talk About" he says he fell in love with her about 2 minutes after first meeting her and she tells him not to try to score points. I thought it was pretty clear in the pilot that the sight of her had pretty much knocked him for a loop. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 20:33:50 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: Dagger's Edge (was New Fanfic, incorrect email address) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Ann E. McBride wrote: > In a message dated 7/12/99 2:13:52 PM Eastern Daylight Time, yconnell@UKF.NET > writes: > > << > And I'll second that, it's a great read. But Nan - that last little bit is > so tantalising, does this mean you're planning more? >> > > We can only hope that Nan is planning more. > > OT: Yvonne, sorry to hear you're going to the hospital. Hope everything is > OK. > > Ann Yes, I am planning to tie everything up in a third story--when I figure out an A-plot to go with it. Yvonne, hope everything is all right. I just heard you were going into the hospital. Best wishes. Nan ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 02:42:59 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: looking for an email MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I am not sure if this person is on this list but i am looking for a FoLC that lives in Shoreline, WA and i think her email starts with mrspeel? I seemed to have lost your email.. :( And i really need it! Thanks. Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 10:42:22 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: Fanfic sites & rights on Yahoo/Geocities MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Recently, Yahoo bought Geocities, and when the originally took over, there was wording in the Terms of Service that implied that Y/G had rights to all the content you posted to a page, including the right to re-use or create derivative works. This put a *lot* of people into an uproar, but according to what I've seen today, the issue has been resolved satisfactorily. Check out http://www.sitepowerup.com/boycottyahoo/boycottyahoo.htm for all the details & a bunch of links. I know I'm not the only one who hosts fanfic on a Geocities site, so I wanted to reassure everyone :) -- ------------------------------------------------------- Pam Jernigan | jernigan@bellsouth.net ChiefPam on IRC | ------------------------------------------------------- People who will reed a text, rather than use software to Czech it, are worth there wait in sliver and gold. ------------------------------------------------------- http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 16:43:12 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rich & Dawn Subject: Re: NKerths - looking for an author MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks for the info, Demi. > FYI for anyone also trying to find her... > > Unfortunately, Jiji dropped out of FoLCdom some time ago after she got > (happily) married. She was a really good friend of mine, but she met a > great guy, got engaged, then married and then just sort of -- was gone -- > one day, and no one online ever really heard from her again save for > perhaps once or twice after that, (even her very best friend, who also > happens to be a FoLC) -- so I have to assume she's bilssfully content and > just moved on. :) Her old email address no longer works (it was > jijib@sprynet.com) - and if she did win an NKerth, she'd almost surely > never know. Glad to hear she's doing well. If you don't think she would mind, we'll keep her stories in the running. I forgot how LabRat put it, sorry Lab :), but it was something to the effect of an "old friends" recognition. It would be a shame to take her stories out of the running just because she's moved on. Thanks again, Dawn ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 22:25:01 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Subject: Re: NKerths - looking for an author MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Dawn wrote: >Glad to hear she's doing well. If you don't think she would mind, we'll >keep her stories in the running. I forgot how LabRat put it, sorry Lab :), >but it was something to the effect of an "old friends" recognition. It >would be a shame to take her stories out of the running just because she's >moved on. > I don't think it was me, Dawn. I was a little concerned if I remember rightly that there were writers out there who were now out of FoLCdom who might not like to have their stories included any more. There is one writer that I know of, for example, who had a personal objection to the Kerths on a point of principle and who I would be surprised would want to be included in the nKerths. I think it was someone else - much wiser and who'd obviously spent more time in considering it than I had - who pointed out the 'old friends recognition' pov, which made me rethink my own pov on the subject and agree that that was probably the best course. Can't remember who that was, but I don't want to take credit for their common sense. Although nice of you to think of me in the same sentence as common sense, I must say. ;) LabRat :) Doc. Klein's LabRat labrat@ukf.net "Shut up," he explained. --- Ring Lardner, The Young Immigrants. 'We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by.' --- Will Rogers. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 17:30:04 -0400 Reply-To: nightsky@erols.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Genevieve Subject: Re: On the Run MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I wanted to remind everyone that "On the Run", parts 1-59A, is up on my site -- go to the 99 Kerths, and look under "Best Non-Season Series". It's available as a text file (800KB) or you can download it as a zipped file. Or the direct links: Text file: Zipped file: And, on the bright side, I have *almost* finished this monster Highlander fanfic I've been writing. My apolgies to everyone I have *not* responded to in the last few months, but it's amazing how much research historical fiction needs! But, anyway, once that's posted, I may be able to get out this serious lurking mode I've been in lately, and get back to L&C fic! I don't know how much cross-over there is between Highlander and L&C, but if anyone is interested in editing this Highlander novella, please let me know. I'm looking for some new beta-readers. Regina? It's only about 280KB. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Genevieve Lots of great stuff on my webpage Whose stating to write stories as long as Sandy's!!! ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 18:22:25 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Demona (Angel Of The Night)" Subject: Re: NKerths - looking for an author In-Reply-To: <002b01becd70$72359ce0$c94798ce@fred> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 04:43 PM 13/07/99 -0400, you wrote: >Glad to hear she's doing well. If you don't think she would mind, we'll >keep her stories in the running. No, I surely don't mind. Jiji was/is a great writer and a wonderful friend. I'm sure that if she *were* still in FoLCdom, she'd love to be honored with an NKerth nomination. :) Demi ___________________________________________ Demi aka Demona nightangel@home.com http://fantasia.simplenet.com/lcfantasy/ http://www.destinyy.com/boards/ for the lcnfanfic email list, see: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe/lcnfanfic "Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness." ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 06:37:07 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: NEW: My Journal, Day 9, Intro, part 00 of 10 In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:40 AM 07/12/1999 -0400, Charlotte wrote: [snip me] >This is a great idea Debby. As a subscriber, maybe I'll send DC a note and >suggest it. Maybe we could get a petition going :) >Ps the July special Superman:Last God of Krypton is great in >that for a change Lois puts on a Kryptonian battle suit, goes to help >Clark/Superman and saves him when he runs out of air. That sounds like any ole episode of L&C ;) >If only there were >more of those and more of the small glimpses you get into Lois and Clark's >relationship at home and at work. Agreed. I think we're all interested in if the strongest guy on earth enjoys washing dishes. Honest. How does he adjust to the home life he presumably always wanted? How husbandy can he be? More just messing around with his real best friend (and I don't mean Bruce Wayne or Jimmy Olsen!). We all liked such scenes on the show. I think the comics dealing with it over an extended period would be lots of fun (and get them lots more sales). >However since Lex Luthor shut down the >Planet last year and Clark's out of a job, I'm not sure what they can do >about the partnership we all love so well until they resolve that one. He can help on the side. He'll continue writing books, maybe investigative journalism rather than fiction (though I loved Under a Yellow Sun). He'll keep the house clean. Maybe *he'll* have the baby :) >Charlotte - who reads and enjoys the comics for the little touches that >involve the relationship but who reminds everyone (IMHO and decidely personal >opinion) that Clark Kent is Superman. He and Lois Lane are not and never >can be an ordinary American couple and/or family. After all Clark Kent is no >ordinary man. That's why I think illustrated stories can be written about the relationship. We do it, we just don't illustrate it :) Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 17:50:38 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: New Kerth category! Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" I'm sitting here applying final proofer suggestions to the last part of My Journal when it occurred to me that there is, I think, one category missing >from the Kerths. (If I'm wrong, ignore me, and I'll blame my shortsightedness on all the bizarre things to have happend to me in the last 7 months or so.) Is there a category for best proofer? I'd like to give a Kerth to each and every proofer who has helped me over the years, and I'm sure other fanfic writers feel the same way. At the very least they deserve some special recognition. What do you say? Debby Debby@swcp.com who will hire them on the spot when I win the lottery (hmm, better buy tickets...) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 21:15:50 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: New Kerth category! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby wrote: > >Is there a category for best proofer? I'd like to give a Kerth to each and >every proofer who has helped me over the years, and I'm sure other fanfic >writers feel the same way. At the very least they deserve some special >recognition. > >What do you say? Being involved with the Kerths, I thought I'd chime in on this one, especially since I'm always open to new Kerth ideas/suggestions. :) Yes, I definitely agree that a proofer is worth WAAAY more than us writers can pay , and they definitely deserve tons of credit. Personally, I would be very lost without those ppl who've proofed my stories. ;) But the potential problem I foresee with this category is that it would be hard to judge from a final draft of a story just how great a proofer was. There are those incredible stories that have become incredible because of a fantastic proofer, and then there are those that are incredible just because, and actually required very little fixes compared to other stories. :) So it would probably be hard to judge proofers as a category unless authors were willing to submit a first, pre-proofed draft of their story so the voters could really see what an amazing job the proofer really did. (Personally, I wouldn't be willing to show how truly bad my first drafts are. ) Anyway, just a thought. If someone has a better way to do this, we could definitely incorporate this category next year. Like I said, those of us who are involved with Kerth planning are always open to new ideas. :) Erin :) _______________ erink@ida.net Visit my official LNC/Kerths webpage! www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." _______________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 22:36:03 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Marilyn Puett Subject: Purple Passion? While I was on vacation, I got an email about an nfic called (I think) "Purple Passion." That email got deleted before I could write down where the story was located. Can anyone help me out? Thanks loads. SuperMom ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 23:51:19 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Maggie Subject: Re: New Kerth category! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=Default Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Maybe this could be voted on by the writers? Like you have probably worked with a bunch of proofers, uhm, editors, yeah! throughout your career, you could have all writers with kerth nominated stories nominate a proofer, and every nominated proofer would recieve, hmmmm. Kerth Distinction of Honor for Proofing Contribution to human kind (hey! It's my midnight mushy mind speaking, you *know* what I mean) Anyway, every proofer has some sort of distinction because, well, where oh where would we be without them!? Fragment hell, Run on Sentence Jungle and Ellipse Mountain you know...... THEN maybe all the proofers and writers (like a blue ribbon pannel kind of thing??), could vote on one proofer for each category. Of course, then we'd have to be like the grammy's and have 64 million statues to award and give half of them out in "special ceremony" before the show! I have no idea why I'm posting this being as tired and mushy minded as I am right now....I guess I'll just throw caution to the wind and hit Send! Maggie maggie13@bellsouth.net (aka supermags on IRC) Clark Kent to Lois Lane: I don't know how I feel about you. There is no one way. I feel so many things, and all at once: happy, kinda scared too, excited, calm, lost, found. I feel safe in a way that I've never known but in danger too. This thing between us, whatever it is, it's stronger than me. Being with you is stronger than me alone. ---------- > From: Erin Klingler > To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU > Subject: Re: New Kerth category! > Date: Tuesday, July 13, 1999 11:15 PM > > Debby wrote: > > > >Is there a category for best proofer? I'd like to give a Kerth to each and > >every proofer who has helped me over the years, and I'm sure other fanfic > >writers feel the same way. At the very least they deserve some special > >recognition. > > > >What do you say? > > Being involved with the Kerths, I thought I'd chime in on this one, > especially since I'm always open to new Kerth ideas/suggestions. :) > > Yes, I definitely agree that a proofer is worth WAAAY more than us writers > can pay , and they definitely deserve tons of credit. Personally, I > would be very lost without those ppl who've proofed my stories. ;) But the > potential problem I foresee with this category is that it would be hard to > judge from a final draft of a story just how great a proofer was. There are > those incredible stories that have become incredible because of a fantastic > proofer, and then there are those that are incredible just because, and > actually required very little fixes compared to other stories. :) > > So it would probably be hard to judge proofers as a category unless authors > were willing to submit a first, pre-proofed draft of their story so the > voters could really see what an amazing job the proofer really did. > (Personally, I wouldn't be willing to show how truly bad my first drafts > are. ) > > Anyway, just a thought. If someone has a better way to do this, we could > definitely incorporate this category next year. Like I said, those of us > who are involved with Kerth planning are always open to new ideas. :) > > Erin :) > _______________ > erink@ida.net > Visit my official LNC/Kerths webpage! www.ida.net/users/davek > ***** > "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they > happen." > _______________ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 02:34:00 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Editor MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi I am looking for an editor for my first LnC fanfic. So if you could please email me privately if you are interested that would be great! I will take the first email i receive, but if enough of you are interested I will put the rest of you on standby before i find an editor that i can work with. =) Thanks. Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 09:22:05 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Subject: Re: New Kerth category! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin wrote: >Yes, I definitely agree that a proofer is worth WAAAY more than us writers >can pay , and they definitely deserve tons of credit. Personally, I >would be very lost without those ppl who've proofed my stories. ;) But the >potential problem I foresee with this category is that it would be hard to >judge from a final draft of a story just how great a proofer was. And Maggie added: >>>Maybe this could be voted on by the writers? I think Erin has a point. Truly wonderful idea, Debby, but practically I can't imagine how it would work. I don't think having writers vote would work either because all of us would naturally vote for our own proofers - we all think they're the best. ;) This early in the morning I'm stumped for a solution - although I'd love to find one. Those guys do deserve some recognition. LabRat :) Doc. Klein's LabRat labrat@ukf.net "Shut up," he explained. --- Ring Lardner, The Young Immigrants. 'We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by.' --- Will Rogers. ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 19:11:38 +1000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny Stosser Subject: Re: NKerths - looking for an author In-Reply-To: <002b01becd70$72359ce0$c94798ce@fred> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 04:43 PM 13/07/99 -0400, you wrote: >Thanks for the info, Demi. > >> FYI for anyone also trying to find her... >> >> Unfortunately, Jiji dropped out of FoLCdom some time ago after she got >> (happily) married. She was a really good friend of mine, but she met a >> great guy, got engaged, then married and then just sort of -- was gone -- >> one day, and no one online ever really heard from her again save for >> perhaps once or twice after that, (even her very best friend, who also >> happens to be a FoLC) -- so I have to assume she's bilssfully content and >> just moved on. :) Her old email address no longer works (it was >> jijib@sprynet.com) - and if she did win an NKerth, she'd almost surely >> never know. > >Glad to hear she's doing well. If you don't think she would mind, we'll >keep her stories in the running. I forgot how LabRat put it, sorry Lab :), >but it was something to the effect of an "old friends" recognition. It >would be a shame to take her stories out of the running just because she's >moved on. > >Thanks again, >Dawn Dawn, I have read Jiji's stories, and enjoyed them immensely, but I have one problem with your adding her stories to the roster (either for the nKerths or for the nFic roster in general): Didn't we all sign agreements that we would not forward nfics on to anyone without permission of the author? Having stories in a roster of that nature, where we were not able to contact the author means that either someone is going to be upset when s/he can't get access to "such a wonderful story", or that someone may get in trouble someday for posting the stories without permission of the author. I'm not sure what the solution is. Wasn't Jiji in the US Army? Are there records available to the general public where you may be able to hunt her down (figuratively speaking) and contact her? Does anyone know her husband's name? Can he be looked up on one of the many whitepages collections available on the internet? These are just ideas. See how you go... Jen. jenerator@ozemail.com.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn (Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- ICQ: 11477318 Photos of David (6) and Megan (3) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/4583 Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 05:06:11 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Reynolds, Raymond H." Subject: Charity Fanzine Received MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Just to let everyone know, the charity fanzines are being mailed. I got mine on Monday 7/12. It looks great! While I haven't had a chance to start reading it yet I'm very excited to do so. It is quite thick almost an inch and loaded with stories none of us have read yet. I believe that there is still time to order (July 19) if you haven't done so I recommend it. The only thing I have a small complaint about is the binding didn't survive Uncle Sam's rough handling through the Post Office well. No big deal I'll just put it in a different binder myself, the stories are the real prize anyway. Ray Reynolds ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 08:13:33 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Elizabeth Eve Davis Subject: Missing part of speech MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I was watching "Sex, Lies, and Videotape" this morning. At the beginning, when Superman comes back from winning the International Peace Prize and is giving a speech in Metropolis, Randy Goode muted it after only a couple of sentences. Superman can still be seen for a while continuing to give a speech. I was wondering if any FOLC out there who can read lips had ever figured out what the rest of the speech was. The speech started out so good, I wanted to know what else Superman had to say. ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 10:54:45 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Charity Fanzine Received MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/14/99 8:06:51 AM Eastern Daylight Time, REYNORA@MAIL.NORTHGRUM.COM writes: << Just to let everyone know, the charity fanzines are being mailed. I got mine on Monday 7/12. It looks great! While I haven't had a chance to start reading it yet I'm very excited to do so >> I've started reading mine..It is fantastic. I highly recommend ordering one today if it isn't too late. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 10:16:58 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Charity Fanzine Received MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Hi, I've just joined the list. I found the Lois & Clark fanfic a couple of months ago and have been reading like crazy ever since. I don't write. I'm just an avid reader. Could someone post the info for the fan magazine. I would like to order a copy. Thanks quinn -----Original Message----- From: Ann E. McBride [SMTP:Aerm1@AOL.COM] Sent: Wednesday, July 14, 1999 7:55 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Charity Fanzine Received In a message dated 7/14/99 8:06:51 AM Eastern Daylight Time, REYNORA@MAIL.NORTHGRUM.COM writes: << Just to let everyone know, the charity fanzines are being mailed. I got mine on Monday 7/12. It looks great! While I haven't had a chance to start reading it yet I'm very excited to do so >> I've started reading mine..It is fantastic. I highly recommend ordering one today if it isn't too late. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 18:18:41 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: =?iso-8859-1?Q?D=E9bora_BOBO?= Subject: Re: Charity Fanzine Received MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Hi, I'd like to order a copy of the Charity Fanzine. How can I order it ? Debora -----Message d'origine----- De : Reynolds, Raymond H. À : LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Date : mercredi 14 juillet 1999 14:06 Objet : Charity Fanzine Received >Just to let everyone know, the charity fanzines are being mailed. I got mine >on Monday 7/12. It looks great! While I haven't had a chance to start >reading it yet I'm very excited to do so. It is quite thick almost an inch >and loaded with stories none of us have read yet. I believe that there is >still time to order (July 19) if you haven't done so I recommend it. > >The only thing I have a small complaint about is the binding didn't survive >Uncle Sam's rough handling through the Post Office well. No big deal I'll >just put it in a different binder myself, the stories are the real prize >anyway. > > >Ray Reynolds > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 12:38:55 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: Charity Fanzine Received MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Click here: Anne's Little Corner of teh World is the link to the info. I'll be watching for the mailman today! LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 18:25:48 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol Figueroa Subject: remove MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0030_01BECD5D.215DCA80" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0030_01BECD5D.215DCA80 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable >From Carol Figueroa fanofclark@ecsnet.net=20 Please remove me from the list. thank you ------=_NextPart_000_0030_01BECD5D.215DCA80 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
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