From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0107A" ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 00:05:48 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Truffles question - and assorted other gifts MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit WIth all the wonderful help the list has been to everyone lately - what's one more?! If one - say Luthor - wanted to get the world's best chocolate truffles to give to someone - say Lois - where would you get them? Is there some place in Europe or somewhere that he could have flown them in from? (realizing that the grammar there is probably wrong) Also, any other ideas of things that Luthor might fly in from overseas or something to impress the lovely Miss Lane? Snow from the Andes perhaps?!*BG* Any and all help greatly appreciated! Thanks! CM ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 23:38:39 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 In-Reply-To: <59.c6d5963.286ff454@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 11:34 PM 30/06/2001 EDT, you wrote: >In a message dated 6/30/01 10:41:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time, bcheng@SFU.CA >writes: > > >> who wishes Canada Day would get as much attention as July 4th) >> >> > >Doesn't it in Canada? > >Ann Well, yeah. But on lists 'n' stuff, people always wish each other Happy 4th, or Happy Thanksgiving (in November, when every good Canadian knows that Thanksgiving is *really* in October :) - sometimes it's easy to forget that there are people on the list who celebrate other days than the standard American ones. Well, not in terms that we forget that there are people on the list who aren't American. But that we forget that they have holidays that are different from the ones Americans celebrate. For instance, in a few days, it will be July 14. So, Happy Bastille Day, Helene :) When is Australia's national day, Jen and the other Aussies? Ireland, Wendy? Just a few examples... And there are other holidays which neither Canadians nor Americans celebrate, I'm sure... It would be interesting to start a thread on special days, just so we get a picture of the diversity we share on this list... Melisma (getting off the top of her Rock-cum-soapbox and crawling back under before people think she is attacking the States again - she's not, she's just asking for recognition of other countries' special days, too...) Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 18:47:22 +1000 Reply-To: jenerators@optushome.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Other countries' special days (was: re: Message Board Index Update through June 29) In-Reply-To: <3.0.5.32.20010630233839.008b6460@pop.intergate.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Australia Day is January 26, for the day that Capt. Cook landed, I think? In 1788 (despite the fact that Western Australia was discovered by lost Dutch traders in the 1600s, most of Australia ignores this fact). Of course this year we're celebrating the Centenary of Federation which was on January 1. I believe Australia is one of the few countries that gained freedom from the country which first colonised it without a War of Independence? How did Canada get independence? Was there a war? ANZAC Day is celebrated on April 25, commemorating World War 1's Gallipoli um... event when the British command said that Aussie and Kiwi soldiers had to attack the Turks at what is now called Anzac Cove in Turkey. Of course, a large number of them died, as they were approaching up a beach and the Turks were on the other side of the sand dunes, shooting at them. I don't know anyone who had any rellies there, so I'm no expert on the full story, but there was a movie with Mel Gibson that gives the basic details, I believe. I saw on the news the other day that Australia's 2nd last ANZAC veteran just died. There are other pubic holidays, but most states celebrate them at different times, and some states don't even get a day off for them. For example, the Queen's birthday is celebrated in June in most states, but in October in Western Australia. Labour Day (to celebrate the 40 hour working week that I doubt any of us actually work these days) is at varying times of the year depending on where you live). Show Day is not a public holiday in Victoria (Melbourne) any more, although it tends to fall during the school holidays so all the kids get a chance to force their parents to take them to the Royal Show (in some states it's referred to as the Royal Easter Show, because of the time of year it's held). Boxing Day is the day after Xmas, so that the week from Xmas to New Year is one where very little work is done! I think that's all the holidays I can think of, off hand. Is that enough info for you Mel? Jen jenerators@optushome.com.au -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of Melisma Sent: Sunday, July 01, 2001 4:39 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 At 11:34 PM 30/06/2001 EDT, you wrote: >In a message dated 6/30/01 10:41:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time, bcheng@SFU.CA >writes: > > >> who wishes Canada Day would get as much attention as July 4th) >> >> > >Doesn't it in Canada? > >Ann Well, yeah. But on lists 'n' stuff, people always wish each other Happy 4th, or Happy Thanksgiving (in November, when every good Canadian knows that Thanksgiving is *really* in October :) - sometimes it's easy to forget that there are people on the list who celebrate other days than the standard American ones. Well, not in terms that we forget that there are people on the list who aren't American. But that we forget that they have holidays that are different from the ones Americans celebrate. For instance, in a few days, it will be July 14. So, Happy Bastille Day, Helene :) When is Australia's national day, Jen and the other Aussies? Ireland, Wendy? Just a few examples... And there are other holidays which neither Canadians nor Americans celebrate, I'm sure... It would be interesting to start a thread on special days, just so we get a picture of the diversity we share on this list... Melisma (getting off the top of her Rock-cum-soapbox and crawling back under before people think she is attacking the States again - she's not, she's just asking for recognition of other countries' special days, too...) Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 06:44:24 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for a fic: journalists' trade union Kraz, thanks for the further clarification (and the confirmation that my guess was right). It was the journalists' union I was looking for, anyway, not the unions for secretarial/clerical/technical staff. Ann, that was why I went with the Newspaper Guild; here in the UK, with perhaps two major exceptions, the principal and most influential unions are the TUC-affiliated ones (TUC = Trades Union Congress). Wendy (academic specialism: industrial [labor] relations ) ------------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 06:50:59 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 Good point, Mel! Well, I have to point out that it seems that Americans know Ireland's national holiday almost better than we do and certainly celebrate it in ways that no Irish person would dream of! As for other dates, I got very confused this year when seeing people wish each other Happry Mother's Day in, I think, May, when in Ireland and the UK, and I think other parts of the world, Mothering Sunday is about half- way through Lent - that's the season in the Christian calendar in the run- up to Easter. That day has become the secular Mother's Day celebrated in these islands. Of course, no-one knows when England's national holiday is - St George's Day, the 23rd of April, and it's not even a bank holiday here! So it tends to go unnoticed. You'd have to ask LabRat when St Andrew's Day is - Scotland's patron saint's feast-day. Wendy ----------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 07:53:37 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: Truffles question - and assorted other gifts MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/1/01 1:13:04 AM Eastern Daylight Time, cmoncado@JUNO.COM writes: > If one - say Luthor - wanted to get the world's best chocolate truffles > to give to someone - say Lois - where would you get them? Is there some > place in Europe or somewhere that he could have flown them in from? > (realizing that the grammar there is probably wrong) My vote would be for Godiva chocolates, but they would be available in Metropolis. There seems to be a Godiva store just about everywhere. > ideas of things that Luthor might fly in from overseas or > something to impress the lovely Miss Lane? Snow from the Andes > perhaps?!*BG* Offhand, can't think of anything. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 06:59:41 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Truffles question - and assorted other gifts Carol, over here in Europe we regard Belgian truffles as being among the most luxurious. For chocolates in general, Switzerland is the origin of choice for connoiseurs. If you want to suggest that the ones Lex brings are the best, then have him tell her that they aren't available anywhere else in the world; I mean, you can buy Lindt or Leonidas chocolates just *anywhere*! Wendy --------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 21:31:01 +0930 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LizO Subject: Other countries' special days MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Jen Australia Day celebrates the First Fleet hoisting the British flag in Botany Bay and claiming Australia for England. It was Captain Arthur Phillip. > Of course this year we're celebrating the Centenary of Federation = which was > on January 1. I believe Australia is one of the few countries that = gained > freedom from the country which first colonised it without a War of > Independence? Yep - a vote not a war. > ANZAC Day is celebrated on April 25, commemorating World War 1's = Gallipoli > um... event when the British command said that Aussie and Kiwi = soldiers had > to attack the Turks at what is now called Anzac Cove in Turkey. Of course, > a large number of them died, as they were approaching up a beach and = the > Turks were on the other side of the sand dunes, shooting at them. I = don't > know anyone who had any rellies there, so I'm no expert on the full = story, > but there was a movie with Mel Gibson that gives the basic details, I > believe. - Gallipoli > I saw on the news the other day that Australia's 2nd last ANZAC > veteran just died. Yes they were there until November 1915 and evacuated at night so that = the Turks did not know they left. To disguise the evacuation some of them = played a cricket game in sight of the enemy - which our cricket team = commemorated recently on their way to England. > There are other pubic holidays, but most states celebrate them at different > times, and some states don't even get a day off for them. In South Australia we have Adelaide Cup Day/Volunteer Day on the third Monday in May. Its for a horse race but this year they expanded it. The Queens Birthday is second Monday in June and Labour Day (40 hour week) = is 2nd or 3rd Monday in October (can't remember which.) There is Remembrance Day - 11 November but that is not a public holiday. There is also Guy Fawkes Day which is either 6 or 16 November but they discontinued it in SA because too many people were getting injured with = the fireworks. Finally we have Proclamation Day or SA Day on 28 December which = commemorates the founding of South Australia on 28 December 1836 (although they tend = to hold the holiday on the 26th or 27th depending on what day the 28th = falls on. You have a public holiday on Melbourne Cup Day in November don't you = Jen? We don't but the nation stops for the two minutes that the race is run. Liz ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 09:58:36 -0400 Reply-To: smurphy@optonline.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sherry Finkel Murphy Subject: Re: Truffles etc. MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Try Teuscher's Champagne Truffles (or Truffes). Teuscher is a premium Swiss brand and they have only a few retail outlets in major cities and in very upscale spots. A selection of truffles is breathtakingly expensive, so that should fit the bill. Although it probably isn't the world's absolute best, it would be a top name that would get recognition. They have a web page. Hope this helps, Sherry ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 10:19:05 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dawn Matherne Subject: remove Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 08:21:34 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: lcfic Subject: Re: Message Board Index Update through June 29 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Thanks, Melisma and Betty! And if there are other holidays anyone would like for us to highlight in the weekly updates, just let me sometime before that Friday :) Be glad to include them and send out well-wishes :) Happy Canada Day & Happy 4th of July! Dawn & the Crew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 09:00:58 -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: Charade: Part 17/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Charade: Part 17 by Nan Smith "What time is it?" Jimmy asked in a whisper. The elevator was moving slowly and smoothly downward, toward what he didn't know. Maybe it would have been a good idea for one of them to have stayed behind to let Clark know about this place, he thought belatedly. "Nearly four," Lois replied as softly. "Do you think there's anyone down there?" he asked. "Who knows?" Lois said. "Just be ready to move fast if you have to. This is quite an operation. I wonder how they managed to put in all this stuff without anyone knowing what was going on?" "Well," Jimmy said, distracted by the problem, "you said de Los Rios has been the owner of Caribbean Imports for ten years, did you?" "Yeah. The *real* de Los Rios, though." "I've been thinking about that," Jimmy said. "I want to do some digging when we get off this island to see if I'm right, but what if Lex Luthor *is* the real owner of Caribbean Imports? He'd have had years to fix this place up the way he wanted." "That's impossible." "Is it? Remember, he and Arianna Carlin were married on a cruise ship in the Caribbean, and then they were divorced about a year later. What if Arianna or maybe some relative of hers, was the owner of the company? What if he somehow used the marriage to become the owner, instead?" Lois looked thoughtful. "I hadn't thought of that. You know, you could be right. It would be just like Lex to pull off something of the sort." She made a face. "It would be just his style to marry some woman so he could get his hands on her company." "Yeah," Jimmy said. "And wasn't it right about the time that he married Arianna that he came into money and founded LexCorp? What if he decided he needed Caribbean Imports as insurance for himself, just in case? He could have 'sold' it to 'Alejandro de Los Rios', say about ten years ago. By that time he was pretty heavily into big time crime." Lois nodded. "It's an angle we should investigate when we get back. That's pretty good thinking." Jimmy looked at his shoes. "After everything that low-life has put us through, I've started to figure out how his mind works." Lois grimaced. "That's a scary thought." The elevator slid to a stop with a soft sigh of compressed air and the doors opened. Jimmy found himself staring out at a rough, stone-floored hallway brightly illuminated by fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling. Bare, electrical wiring was strung between the lights, and a low, heavy vibration reverberated softly through the air about them. No one was in view at the moment, but he had no dependence whatsoever that it would remain that way. Apparently, neither did Lois. She glanced quickly around and left the car, beckoning him after her. There were doors at intervals on either side of the hallway, each with a little window in them, but they were closed and there was darkness on the other side. Up ahead the way ended in a crossing corridor, and from it, Jimmy could hear voices approaching. Casting an alarmed look at Lois, he yanked on one of the doors. To his surprise, it opened and he and Lois scurried inside, letting it close behind them. They were in what looked to Jimmy like a laboratory. There was the scent of odd chemicals in the air, and over all of it, he could smell the strong odor of slightly scorched coffee grounds. In one corner, a small, orange pinpoint of light was obvious in the darkened room, and upon examination with his flashlight, he could see that a coffeepot sat upon a hot plate that someone had forgotten to turn off. The voices were coming nearer, and Lois tugged on his arm, dragging him toward the back of the room. "Turn off that light! Come on!" she whispered. Jimmy obeyed and followed her on tiptoe. "What?" "Sh! Duck!" They scrambled underneath the nearest table. Jimmy knocked his knee sharply against a chair leg and smothered an exclamation of pain at the needles of agony that shot through him. They held completely still as the unknown passersby paused in front of the door. "--Don't see how Mr. D can expect us to do our jobs with that generator conking out like that every few hours," a male voice fretted. "He's got to get it repaired." "The techs will be in tomorrow," another, deeper voice said, sounding irritated. "You're whining like an old woman and it drives me nuts. Just keep things going until then, understand? Mr. D won't be happy if you screw up." "I'll do my best, but I don't guarantee anything--" Jimmy and Lois looked at each other as the voices began to move slowly away. At last, Lois whispered, "I think they're gone. That was close." She crawled from under the table and got to her feet. Jimmy also stood up, rubbing his kneecap. "Ow!" he whispered. "What now?" She pointed and he followed her pointing finger. In the rear of the room was an alcove containing a long clothes rack, and hanging from the rack was a row of wrinkled, white lab coats. "Put one of these on," Lois said, appropriating one as she spoke. Jimmy obeyed but entered a caveat. "You don't think anyone is really going to be fooled by one of these, do you? Everybody here probably knows everybody else." "Up close, probably," Lois said, "but from a distance it might fool them. I'm just looking for camouflage. I want to know what's going on around here and we need to blend in." "Well, it wouldn't be hidden like this if it was legal," he said. "That's for sure. But whatever it is, it's big. It nearly got that guy on the beach killed, for one thing, and he was taking pictures of something." "Do you think he found this place?" "Maybe. We'll know when Superman gets the pictures back from Pete. In the meantime, we need to do some discreet looking around. Are those guys gone yet?" "I think so." Jimmy moved to the door and peeked carefully out the little window. "No sign of them." "Good. Let's go. Keep your face down and try to be inconspicuous." There was no one in sight when they exited into the hall once more. Together, they hurried on toward the T crossing. There was no one in either direction when Jimmy peeked cautiously around the corner. The way to the right boasted one door in the right wall and ended six feet farther on in a solid wall, but the left hallway extended on as far as he could see. He reported as much to Lois. She frowned slightly, obviously thinking, then turned to the right. The door, unlike the one to the lab, was locked, and a sign on the panel announced: "Authorized Personnel Only". Lois produced her hairpin. "This looks promising." Jimmy took a deep breath, and turned to watch the hall while Lois worked. Not that it had ever crossed his mind before, but he could see how Lois managed to hold up her end of the Lane and Kent partnership without much effort. He was a little surprised that Clark managed to keep up with her, even with his special advantages. It was a good thing that Clark had come along, he reflected. No other guy could possibly have been on an equal footing with Lois Lane. A soft little exclamation from Lois alerted him to the fact that the door was unlocked and he turned to follow her as she eased it open. The room was dark, of course, but they switched on their flashlights. He heard Lois draw in her breath. "Oh, my God!" Canisters. Jimmy stared at them. Big, empty canisters, perhaps seven feet in length, which looked eerily familiar. "Lois--aren't those..." "Yeah," Lois said, shakily. "They're clone canisters." "Oh, geez." ********** Clark circled fruitlessly. The sense that Lois was around here somewhere was strong, but wherever she was, he didn't think she was in trouble. 'At least, not yet,' a little voice in the back of his mind told him, cynically. He shook it off. Lois was a very competent investigative reporter, more than capable of taking care of herself. 'But she's needed Superman's help to get out of trouble plenty of times,' the little voice reminded him, insidiously. Sometimes her curiosity and investigative spirit overruled her common sense. And this situation was fraught with peril. If Luthor found out who she was, the consequences could be disastrous, and he didn't even want to think what would happen if Arianna Carlin discovered the truth. The confusion up the hill was beginning to die down. He completed a wider circle, scanning the ground and the water for any sign of Lois or Jimmy. It was as he was passing over the gardens that he recalled that they had been going to check them over earlier, and that Lois had seemed to think that there might be more there than met the eye. He'd heard her tell Jimmy that Mamba had disappeared into them. Well, he wasn't doing any good circling around up here. Maybe he could attack the problem from another angle. Still floating invisibly in the air, he began to scan the gardens, for what he didn't know. If Mamba had vanished into them, how had he done it? As he watched, he realized someone was entering the garden through the gap in the hedge, and, with a start, he again recognized the dour pilot who had brought him to the island. The man glanced backward once, as if to be certain that he was unobserved and then moved swiftly to the left on one of the paths that hugged the wall. He appeared to be watching his feet and Clark heard him counting under his breath. When he reached seventeen, he knelt and appeared to examine the flagstone under his feet. With one hand he reached out and tipped one of the apparently solid pieces of decorative stone that lined the walk. Clark held his breath as one of the flagstones swung downward as if on a hinge, revealing a narrow flight of steps descending into darkness. The pilot got to his feet, flashing a small penlight down into the hole, and after a thorough examination, stepped into it. Clark watched as he descended the flight of stairs and the stone swung back into place. X-raying the stone after it had closed, he realized how clever Luthor had been. None of the other stones had anything but dirt under them. This one was lined with lead, but it looked no different than any of the others and if he had not known what to look for, even with his special vision, he would have missed it. Instantly, he made a super-speed trip to his room to change into slacks and a T-shirt. This was Luthor that they were dealing with, after all. As long as his arch-enemy didn't recognize him as Superman, he was relatively safe. He couldn't count on that if Luthor or Arianna twigged to who he really was. Luthor had a disturbing habit of preparing himself for all eventualities. He would have wagered his job at the Daily Planet on the chance that the two of them had at least a nugget of Kryptonite around somewhere, to protect themselves against him. Less than a minute later, he landed by the camouflaged trapdoor and tilted the rock that opened it. He moved silently down the stairs. If anyone had observed him, they might have noticed that his feet didn't quite touch the surface of the steps, but there was no one to see. The pilot had disappeared. At the bottom of the stairs, he looked around. He stood in a rough-walled, stone hallway. Bare wiring ran along the ceiling and walls, and fluorescent lighting glared down from the roof. All around him, echoed the mysterious hum that he had noticed the first night here, but now it was no longer barely noticeable. It vibrated through his flesh and bones at a tooth-grating frequency. Somewhere a very powerful generator was running. >From somewhere, he heard the murmur of voices and he focussed in on the sound with his super-hearing. "--Er eight has developed anomalies. Scrap it and bring up the reserve." "Mr. D isn't going to be happy. He needs it done in two more days." "There's nothing I can do about it. A defective product won't suit him, either. I'm sure he'll come up with an alternate plan." "I'm more worried about Mrs. D. She's been around a lot more than usual in the last couple of days. Something's up." "She's checking on her special project. Don't ask." Clark glided softly forward toward the voices. They were some distance away, but he zeroed in on them unerringly and directed his x-ray vision through the walls toward them Two men whom he had never seen before were moving between ten clone canisters. As he watched, one of them opened a canister and the two men removed a…thing. He stared at it in horror and quelled a sudden surge of nausea. The clone appeared to be about the physical age of a six-year-old child, but something had gone terribly wrong with its development. It was moving weakly, and as he watched, it began to convulse. He looked quickly away. It wasn't that he hadn't seen plenty of grisly things in his career as Superman, but he had never grown inured to them and never wanted to. The day he stopped feeling the suffering of others would be the day he hung up his cape for good. There was nothing he could do to save the life of the clone; it was near death and to try to do so might be an even greater cruelty, but it still turned his stomach to know what was happening. Finding Lois and Jimmy had to be his first priority, and then he could bring the authorities here to stop this business. Whatever Luthor and his former wife were up to couldn't be good for anyone, and he was sure this was part of a much larger plan to recreate LexCorp as Lois had suggested. But where were Lois and Jimmy? He paused, took a deep breath and tuned his super-hearing, searching for the one heartbeat he would recognize among literally billions of other people. Almost at once he heard it, and with it another that was probably Jimmy's. They were here, although they were some distance away. As he started forward, the sudden high shrill of an alarm made him jump and an expressionless voice began to speak. "Intruder alert, intruder alert. Security personnel, report to Section Alpha-4 immediately. Intruder alert..." ********** (tbc) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 15:04:42 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: remove Comments: To: "Dawn P. Matherne" Dawn, as you've probably already realized, you have to send commands to the Listserv address, not the distribution address. To quote the "welcome to the list" email you received when you signed on ... You may leave the list at any time by sending a "SIGNOFF LOISCLA-GENERAL-L" command to LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU. You can also go to the website for the listserv http://listserv.indiana.edu/archives/loiscla-general-l.html and follow the link to "join or leave the list". Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 15:31:12 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Charade: Part 17/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Oh, Nan! You had to leave us there didn't you?! AHHH! Can't wait to see what you do next! (I know I could go catch up on the boards, but still having those dang internet difficulties!) More soon! (The sooner the better - esp since I know you are a couple of posts ahead on the boards!) CM ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 23:29:04 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: Truffles question - and assorted other gifts MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 07/01/2001 1:13:04 AM Eastern Daylight Time, cmoncado@JUNO.COM writes: << If one - say Luthor - wanted to get the world's best chocolate truffles to give to someone - say Lois - where would you get them? Is there some place in Europe or somewhere that he could have flown them in from? >> Don't forget the Lindt ones from Switzerland. (Though there is a Lindt store not far from here...) Of course Godiva chocolate truffles are just as good, if not better... --Laurie, the chocolate addict ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 23:31:33 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: Other countries' special days (was: re: Message Board Index Update throug... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 07/01/2001 4:47:58 AM Eastern Daylight Time, jenerators@OPTUSHOME.COM.AU writes: << For example, the Queen's birthday is celebrated in June in most states, but in October in Western Australia. >> Makes you wonder if they are celebrating about the same queen... --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 13:37:11 +1000 Reply-To: jenerators@optushome.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Re: Other countries' special days (was: re: Message Board Index Update throug... In-Reply-To: <3d.ddd060c.28714515@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit And then there's the gay & lesbian Mardi Gras in Sydney in March or thereabouts Jen jenerators@optushome.com.au -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of No Name Available Sent: Monday, July 02, 2001 1:32 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Other countries' special days (was: re: Message Board Index Update throug... In a message dated 07/01/2001 4:47:58 AM Eastern Daylight Time, jenerators@OPTUSHOME.COM.AU writes: << For example, the Queen's birthday is celebrated in June in most states, but in October in Western Australia. >> Makes you wonder if they are celebrating about the same queen... --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 05:10:08 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: OT: Fanfic archives Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This question is mainly directed at those of you who edit the storys that get send to the lcfanfic or whatever it's called...main site! It says that I need to submit my story in text format, which is all fine and good, except I have one problem. I can't copy and paste my story onto the main body of my email. Don't ask me why...but my main computer has crashed and for some reason the computer I'm temporily using right now...does not let me do this. :( Anyway, I was hoping that I could take those text files (which will follow the guidelines) and just attach them? Is it all right to do that? Because if that can't work, then I might have to wait forever to submit my story...and I don't really want to do that. I want to apologize for clogging the list up with my inquiry, but I wasn't sure where else to turn to. Please feel free to email me privately. Thanks so much! Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 04:12:11 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris Carr Subject: Question re Super Mann I just want to doublecheck a tiny detail for a fanfic... Can someone remember of the top of their head the date on the newspaper article we see at the beginning of the episode, Super Mann? I know that it was sometime in early May. Thanks! Chris ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 06:09:33 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Question re Super Mann Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I think it said May 1993 because they wanted to connect the Nazi people to the first appearance of Superman in Metropolis. Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 20:50:13 +1000 Reply-To: jenerators@optushome.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Daily Planet Merchandise In-Reply-To: <15.16830a32.2871a25d@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I was driving past a place today with a website advertised as www.dailyplanet.com.au which some of you may be interested in... You need to be over 18 to check out the website, but once you do look there, there's a merchandise link, where they sell tshirts with a Daily Planet logo on them (they have other items too, but some of the other logos are not for kids!)... The poloshirts are available in red or black, and cost $45 Australian each, plus postage which is $9.95 for international postage. This currently equates to under $30 US all up! If anyone's interested, you could order for yourself. I'm not sure I'd be too happy about going into an... establishment... of this nature, so I can't really offer to buy the tshirts for you though. Jen jenerators@optushome.com.au -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 06:05:48 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris Carr Subject: Re: Question re Super Mann On Mon, 2 Jul 2001 06:09:33 EDT, Alexis W. wrote: >I think it said May 1993 because they wanted to connect the Nazi people to the first appearance of Superman in Metropolis. > >Alexis ;-.) Thanks, Alexis, for your help -- I appreciate it. However, that isn't really what I need to know. I should have been clearer in my original message. What I really want to know is what date in May was given; I already knew it was 1993. Since this (obviously) occurs after the pilot and NB, presumably by about a week, I want to use the newspaper article to double check that the date I have come up with for when the events in the pilot occurred is reasonable. So, can anyone help? Thanks! Chris ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 12:22:40 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In response to Alexis's question, just to clarify: plain text format simply means a plain text file. If the story's short, sure; just paste it into an email. If it's longer, then convert the file into plain text format (.txt) and attach it to your email. Oh, and make it a single file, please! I may be misunderstanding you, Alexis, but it looks as if you're talking about more than one part. If it's a single story - and I'm not talking about sequels here - *one* file, not several, since sending it in parts will simply give our hard-working Editor-in-Chief more work! Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 12:51:58 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Alexis wrote: > Anyway, I was hoping that I could take those text files (which will follow the guidelines) and just attach them? Is it all right to do that? Because if that can't work, then I might have to wait forever to submit my story...and I don't really want to do that. > I want to apologize for clogging the list up with my inquiry, but I wasn't sure where else to turn to. > There is no requirement, Alexis, to send a story submission to the Archive in the body of an email. A .txt attachment is fine and many authors - in fact most authors - choose this method. The only important requirements are that it is in text format and that it includes the appropriate Archive header at the top of the file. You can send the completed submission to me directly at the eddress below, or through the eddress on the Archive website. :) For general information, although I don't think anyone objects to such queries appearing on the list at all, I'm always delighted to receive any queries through my personal eddress or through the website also. LabRat :) Editor-in-Chief Lois and Clark Fanfic Archive http://www.lcfanfic.com labrat@blueyonder.co.uk RatOne on irc. ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 08:46:30 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Annette Ciotola Subject: Re: Question re Super Mann MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/2/01 7:06:09 AM Eastern Daylight Time, chris@CARR55.FSNET.CO.UK writes: > What I really want to know is what date in May was given; I already knew it > was 1993. A quick view of the video shows May 7, 1993. Hope this helps Anne ;) Visit the Lois & Clark Nfic Archive www.annesplace.net "If something looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck ... chances are pretty good it is a duck." - Lois Lane; Strange Visitor From Another Planet "...Grab a bottle, hunker down and pray for daylight!" - Karen Walker; Guess Who's Not Coming to Dinner ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 08:15:13 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris Carr Subject: Re: Question re Super Mann On Mon, 2 Jul 2001 08:46:30 EDT, Annette Ciotola wrote: > >A quick view of the video shows May 7, 1993. > >Hope this helps >Anne ;) > Anne, yes, it does! That is exactly what I wanted / needed to know. Thank you! :) Chris ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 15:54:45 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hey guys :) Hoping you can work your usual magic. :) I need to know - if Lois and Clark were to fly from Metropolis to = Montana would they be able to take a direct flight, do you suppose? And = how long would it be likely to take, approximately? Oh, also, would there be likely to be regular flights out of a city like = Metropolis to somewhere like Montana or would it be once a day or = something like that? And if anyone knows where the likely destination in Montana would be - = which city a flight from Metropolis would head for that would be cool. = And the name of any airports in Montana wouldn't go amiss either. /me pauses to see if she can think of anything else...nope, think that's = it! For now. ;) Thanks for the help! LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 16:50:04 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Fanfic Recommendation: new Chris Mulder story! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit For anyone who hasn't seen it yet, Annesplace has an exclusive this week. It's a brand new story from one of fanfic's favourites, Chris Mulder! It's called Clark Says, and you can find it here: http://www.annesplace.net/juliefic/cmclarksays.html As you'd expect from a wonderful author like Chris, it's absolutely fantastic. It's a short story from Clark's point of view, with lots of little subtlties and moments of humour as well as wry reflection. Get on over there and read it! :) Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 17:06:25 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be open in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on what kind of shop could open? If this sounds obvious to anyone, I can only say that elsewhere, such restrictions are an important part of life -- or have been -- but I have no idea how the system works in Kansas. Thanks, Phil ---- "We gotta get out into Space / If it's the last thing we ever do!" -- Return to the Forbidden Planet A sentiment echoed by Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 09:10:41 -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: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville MIME-version: 1.0 Phil, while my Midwestern shopping experience has been limited, mostly, to Chicago (a city MUCH bigger than Smallville! ), many shops are open on Sundays between 12:00 and 5:00. A small town like Smallville might have restrictions on what stores would actually be open, though. I know, that wasn't much help! :) Vicki -----Original Message----- From: Phillip Atcliffe [mailto:Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK] Sent: Monday, July 02, 2001 9:06 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be open in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on what kind of shop could open? If this sounds obvious to anyone, I can only say that elsewhere, such restrictions are an important part of life -- or have been -- but I have no idea how the system works in Kansas. Thanks, Phil ---- "We gotta get out into Space / If it's the last thing we ever do!" -- Return to the Forbidden Planet A sentiment echoed by Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 16:12:43 -0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Missy Gallant Subject: Re: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Hey Phil, When I lived in Sleepy Eye, Minnesota, the shops were generally opened from noon until around four in the afternoon, that is if they opted to open at all. Even the K Mart in New Ulm closed early at six... Missy >One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be open >in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on what >kind of shop could open? > >If this sounds obvious to anyone, I can only say that elsewhere, such >restrictions are an important part of life -- or have been -- but I >have no idea how the system works in Kansas. > >Thanks, > >Phil >---- >"We gotta get out into Space / If it's the last thing we ever do!" > -- Return to the Forbidden Planet >A sentiment echoed by Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 12:09:40 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I don't know about KS but I know many states used to have blue laws which prohibited the sale of certain things on Sunday like cars and alcohol. I know a couple of years ago even the Walmart Supercenter closed their liquor aisle at midnight Sunday morning and wouldn't sell any until Monday. Just guessing, but even if KS doesn't have blue laws, but a small town might or certain stores in a small town might or something. Just some thoughts! CM On Mon, 2 Jul 2001 17:06:25 +0100 Phillip Atcliffe writes: > One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be > open > in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on > what > kind of shop could open? > > If this sounds obvious to anyone, I can only say that elsewhere, > such > restrictions are an important part of life -- or have been -- but I > have no idea how the system works in Kansas. > > Thanks, > > Phil > ---- > "We gotta get out into Space / If it's the last thing we ever do!" > -- Return to the Forbidden Planet > A sentiment echoed by Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 12:01:36 -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: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Phil asked: > One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be open > in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on what > kind of shop could open? Well, I'm not mid-western, but I am from a relatively small town in a small community, surrounded by even smaller towns. Most of our shops here close by 2pm on Sunday, IF they're open at all. You'd be hard pressed to find the smaller, indie stores open on Sundays at all, though you could find restaurants or the bigger chain stores like WalMart and the home improvement store (Home Depot) open, though shorter hours (10-5 or 6pm, I think, compared to weekdays 8am-11pm or midnight). But keep in mind, we're also heavily religious in our area of the state (maybe Smallville is too??), so that has something to do with Sunday hours. Also, as someone mentioned, there are laws in many areas (including here) that restricts the sale of alcohol on Sundays. Our bars and alcohol-related businesses pretty much just close up shop. Hope that helps! Erin __________________ erink@ida.net erink@lcfanfic.com Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 14:16:33 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: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/2/01 12:07:51 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK writes: > One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be open > in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on what > kind of shop could open? > > In the long ago days of my youth, blue laws in the midwest were in effect even in big cities. In Columbus, Ohio, where I grew up, the only stores that were open on Sundays when I was very young (prior to about 1966) were drugstores. And they took turns being open, so that only a few were open, mostly for emergencies. When I was in high school (1966 -1970) supermarkets were allowed to be open, and after that, the floodgates opened, with most stores in malls open from 12-5 or 1-5 or 12-6 or 1-6pm on Sundays. (One notable exception -- there was a discount clothing store that was owned by some very devout Jews in town. They closed for the Sabbath, every Friday at sundown and reopened on Saturday at sundown. They were allowed to be open on Sundays, because they had observed the Sabbath.) Nowdays, most stores in malls are open and most big discount chains and supermarkets are as well ( the K-marts, Targets, and Walmarts). In a good sized city, the only stores likely to be closed on Sunday are small shops and stores in the downtown area. In a small town like Smallville, however, I would imagine that the only stores open on Sunday even today would be the chain discount stores, a drugstore or two, and the supermarket. Clothing stores, book shops, things like that would probably be closed. Liquor sales allowed on Sunday vary from state to state. Some states allow beer to be sold on Sunday after noon; while others prohibit the sale of all alcohol on Sunday. Even then, usually each county and sometimes each town can vote to be more restrictive than the state law allows. (Can't vote to be less restrictive though.) Hope this helps. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 13:12:05 -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: Question about flights from Metropolis In-Reply-To: <001401c10306$ef106240$897f1f3e@land> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit LabRat asked: > I need to know - if Lois and Clark were to fly from Metropolis to > Montana would they be able to take a direct flight, do you suppose? > And how long would it be likely to take, approximately? > > Oh, also, would there be likely to be regular flights out of a city > like Metropolis to somewhere like Montana or would it be once a day > or something like that? > > And if anyone knows where the likely destination in Montana would > be - which city a flight from Metropolis would head for that would > be cool. And the name of any airports in Montana wouldn't go amiss > either. Okay, here's the scoop from someone who only lives hours from Montana. There are two commercial airports that I know of in Montana, Butte and Billings. I confess that I don't know much about Butte, but Billings is the bigger airport, and they have five airlines flying in and out of it. However, three of those five are ONLY western flying airlines, meaning they only fly to western states, like Idaho, Utah, CA, WA, etc. The five airlines are: Horizon, Skywest, Northwest, Delta and United. Not that it really matters which airline you'd take, though, because any of those five airlines would stop *somewhere* before flying anywhere back east. Direct flights? Wishful thinking from our rocky mountain states. Even my dog, when I bought her and had her shipped to me from Montana--just 11 hours from me, mind you--had to make THREE stopovers before reaching me. Talk about puddlejumping. Flights out of our western states always have either changes of planes, stopping to collect or let off passengers, or layovers in the bigger airports. So from Metropolis, for example, you'd have to fly into one of those bigger airports, such as Salt Lake City, Utah; Denver, CO; etc., before flying into Montana. BUT! (yes, there's always a 'but' ) It's *very* rare to get a direct flight from one of those bigger airports back east (or vice versa) because the airports want to pick up as many people along the route as possible to earn money. So chances are, a person flying from the east coast to Montana would likely have one or two stops (usually bigger airports like Chicago, Detroit, etc.) **before even hitting** Salt Lake or Denver, before heading up to Montana. As for hours to fly? My hubby flew from Chicago to Salt Lake, and it was 7 hours, then change planes in Salt Lake, then it would be approximately an hour or so to Montana from there. Whew. Hope that helps! :) Erin __________________ erink@ida.net erink@lcfanfic.com Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 20:29:54 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin wrote: > > Okay, here's the scoop from someone who only lives hours from Montana. Erin! Did I ever tell you how much I love you? > There are two commercial airports that I know of in Montana, Butte and > Billings. I confess that I don't know much about Butte, but Billings is the > bigger airport, and they have five airlines flying in and out of it. However, > three of those five are ONLY western flying airlines, meaning they only fly to > western states, like Idaho, Utah, CA, WA, etc. The five airlines are: > Horizon, Skywest, Northwest, Delta and United. Not that it really matters > which airline you'd take, though, because any of those five airlines would > stop *somewhere* before flying anywhere back east. Direct flights? Wishful > thinking from our rocky mountain states. Even my dog, when I bought her > and had her shipped to me from Montana--just 11 hours from me, mind you--had > to make THREE stopovers before reaching me. Talk about puddlejumping. > Flights out of our western states always have either changes of planes, > stopping to collect or let off passengers, or layovers in the bigger airports. > > So from Metropolis, for example, you'd have to fly into one of those bigger > airports, such as Salt Lake City, Utah; Denver, CO; etc., before flying into > Montana. BUT! (yes, there's always a 'but' ) It's *very* rare to get a > direct flight from one of those bigger airports back east (or vice versa) > because the airports want to pick up as many people along the route as > possible to earn money. So chances are, a person flying from the east coast > to Montana would likely have one or two stops (usually bigger airports like > Chicago, Detroit, etc.) **before even hitting** Salt Lake or Denver, before > heading up to Montana. As for hours to fly? My hubby flew from Chicago to > Salt Lake, and it was 7 hours, then change planes in Salt Lake, then it would > be approximately an hour or so to Montana from there. > > Whew. Hope that helps! :) > It certainly does! Thanks for all of this. Also to Ann who sent me info by email. It actually fits in even better than I'd hoped - just bound to make Lois even more crabby than she already is going through that lot! BTW...been searching the net for over an hour and coming up zip. You wouldn't happen to know what people living in Montana call themselves, would you? If anything. ;) Thanks again! You guys are amazing. :) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 14:28:31 -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: Question about flights from Metropolis In-Reply-To: <004701c1032d$5edf7900$897f1f3e@land> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit LabRat wrote: > BTW...been searching the net for over an hour and coming up zip. You > wouldn't happen to know what people living in Montana call themselves, would > you? If anything. ;) Hmmm. Well, us people in Idaho call ourselves 'Idahoans.' Maybe 'Montanans'? I have some buddies in Montana...I'll ask and find out. :) Erin __________________ erink@ida.net erink@lcfanfic.com Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 21:58:06 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin wrote: > Hmmm. Well, us people in Idaho call ourselves 'Idahoans.' Maybe 'Montanans'? > I have some buddies in Montana...I'll ask and find out. :) > Thanks, Erin. It is indeed Montanans - thanks to Ann (again ) and Chris who mailed me privately with confirmation. :) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 17:01:03 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 question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/2/01 12:07:51 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK writes: > One for all you mid-western FoLCs: when, if at all, would shops be open > in Smallville on a Sunday? And would there be any restrictions on what > In many areas, small shops would not be open at all on Sunday. In some places liquor stores and pharmacies would not be allowed to be open. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 16:10:09 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Cindy Leuch Subject: Re: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Greetings from the heart of corn country. I know a lot of people have responded to this, but I thought I'd chip in, too. Sundays can be kind of a drag around here. The Wal Mart and the grocery store here are open 24-7, but all other stores have limited Sunday hours. The Mall, for example, which generally has hours of 10 AM to 9 PM, is only open from Noon to 5 on Sundays. Certain other places, like restaurants and, yes, bars, are open pretty much the same hours as any other day. I think the hours a business operates in small towns really depends on how conservative the community is, like Erin said. I'm in a college town, so we're not very conservative at all, at least not for Iowa. Other parts of the state are much more conservative (it shows up in such things as movie times and after hours activities offered). I would tend to think that Smallville would be maybe a little more conservative than here - most of the shops would close earlier or not be open at all. Sure hope I haven't been too redundant. Hope that helps you aswer your questions. -Cindy Leuch isuleuch@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 20:17:37 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jacalyn Sue Newman Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis In-Reply-To: <001401c10306$ef106240$897f1f3e@land> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" >I need to know - if Lois and Clark were to fly from Metropolis to >Montana would they be able to take a direct flight, do you suppose? >And how long would it be likely to take, approximately? Um... you do mean an airplane flight, right? I once flew from Pittsburgh PA to Bozeman Montana and it took all darned day! First a change of planes in Cincinati, Ohio that took us to Salt Lake City. Then another change onto our third plane of the day to get from SLC to Bozeman, Montana. My guess is that you'd not get a direct flight. Best you could do would be Metropolis to Salt Lake City, then a connecting flight to Bozeman, Montana. That's a pretty big airport (considering the area!) and within traveling distance of Yellowstone National Park. Bozeman is also where Montana State University is located. Also home to a neat dinosaur museum. TIme of flights. Well.... let me see. Digging around.... Packrat tendencies pay off! 1993. Pittsburght to Cincanati Ohio, 220 PM to 3:30 PM. (all times are what is listed on my ticket stub and the local time of that time zone. Pittsburgh, Cincinati, and Atlanta are in the Eastern time zone. Salt Lake City and Bozeman are in Mountain time zone- two hours behind Eastern. Cincinatti to Salt Lake- 4:06 PM - 5:45 PM Salt Lake to Bozeman 6:25- 7:22 PM. That gives precious little time to change planes. Trust me- we ran from gaet to gate! Coming back takes less time, since you are working with the jetstream. But--- we got routed differently. Bozeman to Salt Lake City 1:10-2:15 PM SLC to ATLANTA, GEORGIA!!!!! 2:50-8 16 PM What were they thinking????? Atlanta, Georgia to Pittsburgh, PA. 9:10- 10 47 PM. >Oh, also, would there be likely to be regular flights out of a city >like Metropolis to somewhere like Montana or would it be once a day >or something like that? > >And if anyone knows where the likely destination in Montana would be >- which city a flight from Metropolis would head for that would be >cool. And the name of any airports in Montana wouldn't go amiss >either. > >/me pauses to see if she can think of anything else...nope, think >that's it! For now. ;) If you decide you want some more info on local hangouts, a good restaurant to eat at, etc, let me know. My hubby and I went to Bozeman for a virolgy conference, then stayed four extra days to see sights. I've got a stack of pictures, pamphlets, and notes sitting in a folder at my feet. I'm a packrat! What can I say? Jackie -- Jacalyn S. Newman jacalynsue@earthlink.net ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2001 21:54:52 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dede Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey Labrat! Answering you late and I see you have probably gotten the answers you need, but from someone who lives in Montana and has a father working for the airline, I thought I would respond to your question. First off, Billings, Montana, probably has the largest airport in the state. The name of the airport there is Logan Field. I am in Missoula, probably #2 or 3 for size. The name of our airport is Missoula International Airport (LOL at the International part!). In Missoula we have 6 airlines. Delta Airlines, United Express (smaller planes - we call them puddle jumpers), Horizon (smaller planes), Big Sky Airlines (smaller planes), Skywest (smaller planes) and Northwest. Delta goes from here south to Salt Lake City, Utah. There are probably 3 trips a day. Skywest goes from here to Salt Lake City with 2 trips a day. United Express goes from here to Denver, Colorado with 3 trips a day. Horizon goes west with 6 trips a day. Big Sky goes east from here with 4 trips a day and Northwest goes East from here to Minneapolis, Minnesota with 3 trips a day. (more information than you needed? ) In my opinion, a trip from Metropolis to Montana would take most of the day, between changing planes and any layover you would have. And yes, we call ourselves Montanans. Dede ----- Original Message ----- From: "LabRat" To: Sent: Monday, July 02, 2001 8:54 AM Subject: Question about flights from Metropolis Hey guys :) Hoping you can work your usual magic. :) I need to know - if Lois and Clark were to fly from Metropolis to Montana would they be able to take a direct flight, do you suppose? And how long would it be likely to take, approximately? Oh, also, would there be likely to be regular flights out of a city like Metropolis to somewhere like Montana or would it be once a day or something like that? And if anyone knows where the likely destination in Montana would be - which city a flight from Metropolis would head for that would be cool. And the name of any airports in Montana wouldn't go amiss either. /me pauses to see if she can think of anything else...nope, think that's it! For now. ;) Thanks for the help! LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 08:42:53 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: Re: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Many thanks to everyone who helped. I think I can sort things out now. Because you were so helpful (as always -- right, Rat?), I'll put up another part of Imbalance. See, no good deed goes unpunished... Phil ---- "I think... I think I am! Therefore I am... I think?" -- The Moody Blues I think _I_ am Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 08:47:20 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: NEW: Imbalance Part 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII [Okay, FoLCs, cue the Fifth Dimension background music: ...'cause last time, Lois, being now marginally convinced that Superman does not intend to kill her (not yet, anyway) has been, to quote Cat Grant, "literally swept off her feet" -- and the *ground* -- like this:] "Okay, here we go," he said. "Next stop, your car -- once you tell me where it is." And with that, he slowly left the ground, drifting upwards until they were above the surrounding buildings -- at which point, after checking that Lois was comfortable and secure, he soared up and away from the park. [Oh, and a special tip-of-the-hat (*what* hat? ) goes to Marilyn and Irene, both of whom correctly anticipated certain events in this part. Which means we need a change of background music... ] ***** [Now read on:] Lois couldn't believe it -- they were *flying!* This very strange man was actually flying under his own steam... well, that certainly answered her questions about how he'd managed to save her from a violent death, only a few minutes earlier. She hadn't imagined it: he really *had* flown up, grabbed her and flown back down to the ground with her. Utterly dumbfounded, she just stared at the lights of the city, spread out before her like a million gold and silver stars. She'd seen this view, or something very like it, many times before, but that had always been through a window, from inside an aircraft -- except for earlier tonight, and she'd been in no condition to appreciate it *then*. Now... *now*, there was no narrow piece of Perspex between her and what she was seeing, no reflections from the lights inside the plane or scratches on the window to mask the view, and nothing to stop her from looking all around to see the entire Metropolis skyline. She was so amazed by what she could see that she almost forgot how she'd got there, but her attention snapped back to the man holding her when, unconsciously echoing her thoughts, he said quietly, "Beautiful, isn't it?" Lois said nothing, but Clark made no outward sign that he'd noticed, continuing, "I was cruising over the city, just enjoying the night, when I heard you call for help. Sometimes, I do that -- fly around, see what there is to see... it's a great way to relax." Lois just stared, the pleasant, matter-of-fact tone in his voice while casually discussing something so incredible boggling her mind... until part of her mind suddenly rebelled at the sheer unnaturalness of her current situation. She looked down... and immediately wished she hadn't. She was several hundred -- or even *thousand* -- feet in the air, and the only thing holding her up was this guy wearing spandex! Adrenaline shot through her system as she suddenly remembered falling from a similar, but *lower* height earlier that evening. She clutched at her "ride" in sudden fear. Clark had been expecting this, and merely tightened his grip on her a little -- enough to reassure her (he hoped) without either scaring or hurting her. "It's all right, Ms Lane. I've got you." "Yeah, but who's got *you?*" she snapped back. He grinned and chuckled, and Lois, in her current near-panic, couldn't decide if she was offended or not. "*I've* got me, Ms Lane. And you needn't worry; I haven't lost a passenger yet, and I certainly don't intend to start tonight." Lois felt oddly reassured by that, to the point that her curiosity was starting to be piqued by the thought of his other passengers, but, before she could ask about them, he spoke again, and his tone was all business -- or almost. "I guess that's enough sight-seeing for now -- although I'd like to take you to, say, the Arctic, some time. We should find your car and go and have that talk. Where did you park?" Lois suppressed the flood of questions that his nonchalant offer had sparked in her mind, and gave what directions she could to find her car; she didn't know the name of the street where she had parked, but she was able to describe the route that she'd taken from there to Fantasy World, and Clark had no problem backtracking to find the car -- and it *was* a silver Jeep, just as he'd expected. Clark touched down gently next to the Jeep and lowered Lois to the ground. She was a little unsteady on her feet at first, he saw, but she recovered quickly. She was about to unlock the door when a thought struck him. "Ms Lane, wait." She looked at him, one eyebrow up. "Sorry, but would you mind not touching anything for a moment, while I check your car?" Now her other brow was up, but Clark wasn't watching. Instead, he was scanning the Jeep... and there it was -- just what he'd been afraid of. "Lois, get back, please!" His voice was so commanding that Lois found herself obeying before her conscious mind could realise it and interfere or object. Before she could protest at his sudden autocratic outburst, Clark went on, "Remember when I said that I checked that package for 'another little surprise'? Well, I just did the same thing to your Jeep, and there it is, neatly wired to the ignition. Turn the key, and five seconds later... boom!" "What? Where?" Lois was furious. Trying to kill her was one thing, but bombing her *Jeep*...! Clark's eyes went upwards in silent (and, he hoped, unnoticed) supplication, his mouth quirking as his sense of humour kicked in at Lois' indignation. 'What were you expecting, Kent?' he thought ironically. He asked for the car keys. Lois gave them to him, somewhat grudgingly, and he unlocked the car and reached inside to open the hood. She came over to join him, watching with a mixture of interest, anger and contempt for the bombers' shoddy workmanship as he pointed out the not-very-carefully-hidden box wired to the ignition circuit. She reached into her handbag for her cellphone, intending to call the Bomb Squad, but he'd already opened the box and was peering into its black interior. She hoped that he had been telling the truth about being able to see in the dark, because she couldn't see a thing. He began to mutter, more to himself than to her. "What have we got here? Hmmm... Semtex and a standard time-delay electrical detonator... no contact or vibration sensors -- well, that's easy enough to deal with." Ignoring Lois' horrified cry, he ripped the detonator away from the bomb. Now the plastique couldn't go off, but a quick x-ray check showed that the detonator itself had more than enough explosive in it to kill, so he needed to get rid of it. At first, he intended to throw it into space, but then he remembered what the other Lois had told him about the first time she'd met her Clark in costume -- and, for that matter, what had happened when he'd made his own first major public appearance, at that fateful debate between Tempus and Mr White -- and he couldn't resist the temptation. 'Who am I to go against tradition?' he thought, grinning ever so slightly. He popped the detonator into his mouth and swallowed it. Lois was horrified. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? That's a--" Her words were interrupted by a faint sound, and Clark held his hand over his mouth before belching softly. "Excuse me," he murmured, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Those things give me gas." Lois just looked at him, her eyes huge. This evening had been one shock after another, but this was the topper. "How... What..." she sputtered. "Just who *are* you?" "That's a long story, and one of those things we should talk about -- but I am a friend." "A friend, huh? Anyone's in particular, or are you just well-disposed towards people in general?" "A bit of both, really. I try to help people when I can, but I don't really know anyone here yet. I was kind of hoping that... *you* might be my first friend here..." "Me?" "Yes, you... don't look so surprised." But she did -- surprised, disbelieving and more than a little uneasy -- so Clark turned the subject. "Let's get out of here; I don't think we're being watched, but I can't be completely sure. You drive, I'll fly, and we can both keep an eye out for trouble -- though I don't expect any, not now. Where should we go to talk?" Lois considered this for a moment. They could go to the Planet; she could use the conference room and interview this strange... *being* there. On the other hand... for the first time, it dawned on her just what a big story he was. This man-- creature-- *whatever* he was, could do things no human could do. He could fly under his own power. He had just swallowed a *bomb* and was still standing, unharmed, in one piece, in front of her. He was *very* newsworthy; he could be her ticket to that Pulitzer she'd wanted for so long. Every journalist in Metropolis-- no, the country-- no, the *world* -- would be after a piece of him. And she, Lois Lane, had found him. '*He* found *you*,' her inner voice pointed out, but she ignored that. She was going to get the exclusive on this spandex-clad being, and, in order to ensure that he was kept under wraps until she'd pried every last germ of information out of him, she had no intention of bringing him to the Planet, where the competition -- *her* competition, not the Planet's -- could see him before she was finished with him. So where else was there? There was her apartment, but she never brought men back to her apartment. It was her own private domain, and anyway, no woman would be stupid enough to take that kind of risk. His place? But did he even *have* a place? Grimacing, she realised that it was going to *have* to be her place; she just hoped that he really did only want to talk. She doubted very much that her Tae Kwon Do skills would be of much use against someone with his apparent abilities. Although... the thought flashed into her mind that earlier, somehow, she had just seemed to sense that she could trust him. And yet, she had nothing on which to base that assumption. 'Except the fact that he's just saved your life twice,' her conscience pointed out. Which could mean any number of things. It could mean that he had other plans for her; she hadn't quite dismissed from her mind the possibility that he could be involved with the Churches in some way, and had saved her simply to gain her confidence. Regardless of that, though, he was here and he was a big story. Turning her attention back to him, therefore, she said curtly, "My apartment. Carter Avenue--" "I know where it is," he interrupted, again taking her by surprise, and making her even more suspicious. He *had* to be involved in Intergang somehow, she told herself, trying at the same time to remain outwardly calm. He knew her name; now it appeared that he also knew where she lived. "Okay," she answered, not giving away any hint of her thoughts. "Should I leave the window open?" she added with a hint of irony. "That would be helpful," he answered, perfectly straight-faced. ***** Unlocking the multiple bolts on her door, Lois was half-inclined to believe that she'd been imagining things. She wasn't really going to walk into her apartment, thrust open the casement window, and have Spandex-Man come flying through it, was she? On the other hand, she certainly hadn't imagined hurtling through the air on her way to her death, a mere... what, less than half an hour ago? No, she hadn't imagined Spandex-Man, but *why* hadn't she insisted that he get into the Jeep with her? What if he changed his mind and decided he didn't want to answer her questions after all? Although, if he was part of Intergang and out to find out what she knew, he would have to show or he couldn't pump *her*... But, just as she'd voiced these thoughts to herself while pushing open the door of her apartment, she heard a tapping sound against the window. He *was* there, she thought in something very like relief, and she hurried to admit him. He stepped down from the window-sill and stood in the corner of her living room, tall and commanding, his cape shimmering and rippling behind him. Those impossibly deep brown eyes gazed at her, a faint smile hovering around the mobile lips. "You thought I wouldn't come, didn't you?" he challenged. Unbidden, the thought that Lois Lane might finally have met her match, the one man capable of meeting her on so many levels -- intellectual, personal... *other*... -- entered her mind. She pushed it away; she didn't have time to think about that right now. And anyway, she still had no idea who or what he was. She couldn't go on calling him Spandex-Man, even to herself. Tilting her chin challengingly in his direction, she favoured him with a cool smile, hoping that no outward sign was visible of her inner turmoil. "I knew you'd come," she answered him. "You seemed pretty keen to tell me about yourself." He shrugged lightly. "I do want to talk to you, Ms Lane. There's a lot I have to tell you -- and it occurred to me that *you* might want to know some things about me, too. You're a reporter, and I'm not unaware of how newsworthy this is-- *I* am." His voice was deep and seemed to have dropped a pitch; to Lois' amazement, as she found herself held by his dark gaze, she felt almost as if someone had punched her in the stomach. No man had ever had such an effect on her before! Dragging her gaze from his with an effort, she indicated the sofa. "If you'd like to sit down...?" He strode across the room; she couldn't tear her eyes from the sight of those powerful muscles, which rippled as he walked. Lois had never been particularly attracted to body-builder types, men who spent every spare hour pumping iron; but then, none of the jocks she'd known in college had ever looked as good as this guy-- being-- whatever he was. 'Down to business,' she reminded herself, taking a seat on the sofa opposite him and grabbing her spare notebook. "Okay, let's get started. I have a million questions to ask you!" "I'm sure you do," he laughed. "Whether I *answer* them all, though, depends on one thing." Their eyes met... and locked. Clark could see that Lois was once again wary, and beginning to be slightly angry, though she hid it well. Her voice -- suddenly flat, impersonal and all business -- reflected this: "Oh, and what's that?" Clark kept his own voice light and friendly, albeit with a serious undertone, as he answered, "Whether this... discussion... is two new acquaintances getting to know each other... or an interview." Lois said nothing, but her expression became even more of a poker face than it had been. Clark, suspecting that he knew why she was behaving like this, went on, "Ms Lane... *Lois*... I'll be quite happy to tell you just about anything that you want to know, but there are some things about me that I don't particularly want to become public knowledge -- my real name, for instance. I'm quite happy for *you*, as my friend, to know that sort of thing, but I would like to have a certain amount of privacy. I've had some experience of being in the public eye continually, and I didn't like it much; with what I can do, and the way in which I want to use my abilities to help people -- not to mention the suit..." He paused and grinned at the thought of the costume and its bright primary colours, and the way in which his attitude to it had changed from his initial revulsion. "With all that, I can't expect *not* to become a public figure, as much as I'd like to avoid it, but I'd much rather have my... costumed persona, for want of anything better to call it, be the 'celebrity', so that *I* can just be me. "You see, Lois, when I get back from doing what I can to help people, I want to be able to take off the suit and just be myself. I want to have a normal life -- or as normal as my life has ever been..." He smiled again, and one eyebrow went up in gentle self-mockery, inviting her to share the joke. "...without having to deal with all the hassle of being famous. I can't avoid the notoriety, but I'd like to confine it to the guy in the suit, so that I can relax when I take the darn thing *off!*" Lois remained silent, but her mind was racing -- almost visibly. His little speech sounded, even to her admittedly cynical ear, perfectly sincere -- but then, that could just mean that he was a really good actor. And what he had said sounded like a typical actor's whine -- "Oh, being famous is so awful..." when most of them would sell their souls (if they had them) to be in that position -- but she had to admit that there was one big difference to this guy's story: he didn't *want* to be famous, or so he said, but he expected it to happen anyway -- which was a realistic appraisal of the situation, considering the flying and everything else -- and he wanted to keep its effects on his life to a minimum. All of which was fair enough, she supposed, but if he was so determined to keep such a low profile, why the tights and cape? A flashy outfit like that was hardly something that someone would wear if they didn't want to be noticed... Perversely, she began to argue with herself, thinking of reasons for him to wear such bright colours -- maybe that was the point, so that the tights would catch everyone's eye, and they wouldn't look for the man inside when he wasn't wearing them -- but she forced herself to shelve that for the moment, because there were other things that he'd said that had aroused her interest -- one in particular, but she didn't want to think about *that* one just yet. He'd said that he had "experience in being in the public eye..." When? And where? He wanted her to be his "first friend here", and had told her that he didn't "really know anyone here yet" -- both of which implied that he'd only recently come to Metropolis. Again, that made sense, and was probably true, but where had he come *from?* Where on Earth had a man who could fly ('and,' a treacherous part of her mind whispered slyly, 'one who looked like *that*') had a day in the sun without it being flashed all around the world? He would have been the biggest news story ever -- heck, he *was!* But that led her back to that thing that she didn't want to think about yet, so she put it to one side for the moment -- and someone, somewhere, would have written or broadcast it. Not even... oh, the New Guinea jungle or the Gobi desert, or... or... or the Kansas cornfields could have hidden him from the world press once he'd come to their attention. 'Wait a minute... Kansas!' Something clicked in the back of her mind, and she looked at him -- *really* looked at him, at his face, for the first time. Until they'd come here, he'd always been in shadows -- or, at best, lit only by street-lights or the lights in the theme park -- and she hadn't been able to get a proper look at him; nor, she had to admit, somewhat shame-facedly and only to herself, had she bothered, being more concerned with what he could or might do than with the man who was doing it. Now, though, she could see him properly... "I know you!" she cried, surprise and amazement making her forget that blurting out her discovery like that might not be the wisest thing to do. But his only reaction was to raise one eyebrow with a gentle smile, obviously encouraging her to go on, so she did: "You're that guy who ran into me this morning at the morgue... the teacher, the guy from Kansas... Clark Somebody, or Somebody Clark -- no-one knew your full name..." Her voice trailed off as she watched his smile broaden into a megawatt beam that could well rate classification as a lethal weapon -- and, if she was any judge of facial expressions, that wasn't a fake or menacing smile, either. He actually seemed to be *happy* that she'd recognised him! Which, of course, he was. Clark had been thinking about how to "introduce" himself to Lois, and now she'd done the hardest bit for him! And it crossed his mind that she wouldn't have recognised him unless he'd made some sort of impression on her in their unfortunate first meeting -- although what sort remained to be seen -- but he filed that thought away for later. Besides, it was also a little worrying that she'd connected his two identities so quickly; despite what the other Lois had told him, *and* what he'd seen in her world, simply taking off his glasses and slicking back his hair had never really seemed like much of a disguise... But that could wait. He decided that it would be a good move to get rid of the suit; maybe then, they could stop the verbal fencing and just talk; it would also, he hoped, help Lois to see him as something other than a guy who could fly. He stood up and spun back into ordinary clothes -- jeans, an open-necked shirt and a light jacket -- then stepped towards Lois with his right hand extended. "Hi, I'm Clark Kent. You must be Lois Lane." Lois' jaw dropped. A bare second before, he'd been Spandex-Man, and now he was "Clark Kent"? An ordinary guy, someone she could've passed by on the street -- someone she *had*, in fact, met at the Planet! "How... how did you do that?" He smiled again; he'd been doing a lot of that, she noted absently. It was as if he was enjoying the fact that he knew lots of things she didn't. And yet, he'd seemed to suggest that he was willing to tell her things... She shook her head, as if to chase those thoughts away; she couldn't deal with them right now. 'Later...' "I told you earlier: I'm very, *very* fast when I want to be -- which includes, amongst other things, changing in and out of the suit." Lois didn't even want to *think* of the image that his words conjured up; instead, she looked away, desperately focusing on the last part of what he'd said -- and so missed seeing his furious blush as he realised the unintended double entendre that he'd made. 'Other things... other things... Yes, like fly out of nowhere and save me before I crash to my death,' she reflected. "Okay, Mr Kent -- so who exactly *are* you?" ***** Ah, the easy ones first, eh, Lois? Well, you asked for it... Phil, wondering if many of the people on this list have even *heard* of the group The Fifth Dimension, much less know their music... ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 04:00:13 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks for the responses...although I'm still confused, but it's about something new. I read on the guidelines page that authors were required to send the story in 20K to 25 K parts and when we did we needed to label it as Lois and Clark Part 1 of 3...etc...etc... But if it's true we can just send the story in one big txt file, then that will make my job so much more easier! Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 11:03:19 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Alexis, those guidelines you refer to are from the *Fanfic Email List* FAQ: ie, the guidelines for *this* list, and not the Fanfic Archive. You need to read the Fanfic Archive's own FAQ, which may be found here: http://www.lcfanfic.com/faq_archive.html There you'll find everything you need to know about submitting a story to the Fanfic Archive at www.lcfanfic.com. The Fanfic List FAQ is housed on the Archive merely for convenience: once we'd written it, Kathy and I had to find somewhere to put it, and the fic list website can't take documents like that. Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ----- Original Message ----- From: "Alexis W." To: Sent: Tuesday, July 03, 2001 9:00 AM Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives > Thanks for the responses...although I'm still confused, but it's about something new. > > I read on the guidelines page that authors were required to send the story in 20K to 25 K parts and when we did we needed to label it as Lois and Clark Part 1 of 3...etc...etc... > > But if it's true we can just send the story in one big txt file, then that will make my job so much more easier! > > Alexis ;-.) > ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 11:07:29 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives - correction MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Apologies, Alexis, I now see what you saw in the Archive submission guidelines: >>>If submitting via e-mail (as opposed to an attachment), you should limit each email message to approximately 20-25k. Parts should be identified with the title and the part number in the e-mail subject line. Example: The Kerth (1 of 2), The Kerth (2 of 2)<<< This refers to sending stories in the body of an email, rather than sending them by attachment. Actually, LabRat, do these limits on the size of emails really apply any more? Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 11:30:53 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: OT: Fanfic archives - correction MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy wrote: > This refers to sending stories in the body of an email, rather than sending > them by attachment. Actually, LabRat, do these limits on the size of emails > really apply any more? > No, they probably don't. A story the size of yours, Alexis, is probably better to be sent as an attachment, but I don't think it would cause any major difficulties if it was sent in the body of a single email, if that was necessary. LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 07:31:11 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Norman Mayes Subject: Re: NEW: Imbalance Part 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Phil, wondering if many of the people on this list have even *heard* of > the group The Fifth Dimension, much less know their music... > Answer: Up, Up and Awaaaaay!!!!!!! in my beautiful, my beautifulllllllllll baaaaaaaallllllllooooooooooooonnnnnnnnn!!! ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 12:45:08 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re Question about Flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hey all :) Thanks Jacalyn Sue and Dede for your very helpful information. Also to = everyone who mailed me privately. Combining everything you've sent me = should fill in most of the blanks I think. And should actually enhance = matters since it was more complex than either I or Lois thought. ;) And = thanks to Missy and Adam on #lanekent too, who put up with a lot of = boring questions last night and filled in some more blanks too. ;) You guys are the best. :) Jacalyn wrote: If you decide you want some more info on local hangouts, a good restaurant to eat at, etc, let me know. My hubby and I went to Bozeman for a virolgy conference, then stayed four extra days to see sights. I've got a stack of pictures, pamphlets, and notes sitting in a folder at my feet. Thanks for the offer, Jacalyn. Could you do me a favour please and mail = me privately with what information you have? That would be great, = thanks. :) Dede, thanks for clearing up the airport name. I tried several websites = last night and some mentioned Logan, some didn't and none of them = mentioned Logan Field in its entirety. I was somewhat at sea as to = what its name actually was, so delighted to see your post. :) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 08:05:31 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: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/3/01 3:46:10 AM Eastern Daylight Time, Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK writes: > ?), I'll put up > another part of Imbalance. See, no good deed goes unpunished Thanks, Phil. If helping you gets more Imbalance, do you have any other questions? Ann ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 06:23:36 -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: Question about flights from Metropolis In-Reply-To: <001401c10306$ef106240$897f1f3e@land> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 03:54 PM 07/02/2001 +0100, Labrat, itching to get on the road, wrote: >Hey guys :) and gals? >Hoping you can work your usual magic. :) > >I need to know - if Lois and Clark were to fly from Metropolis to Montana would they be able to take a direct flight, do you suppose? And how long would it be likely to take, approximately? They'd probably fly straight to Chicago or Denver, then catch a smaller airline to Helena (the capital), Billings, or Great Falls. Montana is big, with lots of mountains (and lions and eagles and bears, oh my!), but has a small population and few "big" cities and thus they have very small airports. Time: an hour from Metropolis to Chicago, two to three to Denver (Metropolis would be in the Eastern time zone; Denver is two hours earlier in Mountain time; Chicago is in Central time). Figure up to another three to get from Chicago to someplace in Montana, and two from Denver. Add driving time from Metropolis home to airport, layover (waiting time for the flight out of big city), and delays as the planes cue up in the larger airports. Oh, and unless they take a cab, Daily Planet or Metropolis bus/shuttle, or local superhero, they'll have to find long-term parking at the airport then wait for a shuttle bus to the terminal. They may rent a car at their destination and probably won't have trouble there, just not a lot of selection, mainly because the airports in Montana will be small, catering to smaller planes and possibly corporate jets, and people who have their own vehicles, company cars or transporation from, say, a tourist lodge awaiting them. My sister lives in Casper, Wyoming (perhaps the largest city in Wyoming), and one time she took me to their airport for my flight home (it got two flights in & out per day at that time; may have changed since). She parked right in front of the main entrance. Paid no meter, didn't lock car, no worry, no traffic. She left her car right there and accompanied me into the small but charming airport terminal, where we waited for the flight (which went to Salt Lake, where I had a 4-hour layover wait for the flight to Albuquerque--it had been only 30 minutes when I went from Abq to Casper). I was astounded that she could just... park there, since one could never do that at a larger airport--they'd get yelled at, ticketed and towed away almost immediately. Airlines that service Montana include, possibly (this changes almost daily due to Montana offering such a small market), Southwest, Northwest and United... I can easily imagine small, local communters (planes [both jets and propellor driven] seating perhaps a dozen or two passengers, if that many) serving vacation areas in Montana (i.e., Glacier National Park) out of Denver, Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, Seattle, Portland (Oregon) and possibly San Francisco. I bet Montana has a web site... montana.com or visitmontana.com, something like that. You could no doubt do a search. Debby dls@thuntek.net in Albuquerque which is the hub for some small commuter airlines And, P.S., not everyone in Montana would wear a cowboy hat... ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 07:27:03 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dede Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby said: > And, P.S., not everyone in Montana would wear a cowboy hat... Thank you for that Debby! You are so right! And we don't all wear cowboy boots or ride around on horses. Oh the things people have asked us, such as: Do you still use covered wagons - no! Are there really houses in Montana (yes, someone from Texas asked me that recently) - yes! With running water and indoor bathrooms! Do you all go to the rodeos - no! Never been there, never want to! Montana is like any other place, except we just have wide open spaces (takes 10-12 hours to drive from one side of the state to the other with not many big cities in between!) The population of Montana in 2000 (est.) was 902,195 (The population of my city was 52,239 in 1998) and Montana is 145,556 square miles. Which means there are about 6.2 people per square mile. Now that is definitely a lot of wide open space! Ok - now that is *definitely* more than you wanted to know! Dede ----- Original Message ----- From: "Debby" To: Sent: Tuesday, July 03, 2001 6:23 AM Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis > At 03:54 PM 07/02/2001 +0100, Labrat, itching to get on the road, wrote: > >Hey guys :) > > and gals? > > >Hoping you can work your usual magic. :) > > > >I need to know - if Lois and Clark were to fly from Metropolis to Montana > would they be able to take a direct flight, do you suppose? And how long would > it be likely to take, approximately? > > They'd probably fly straight to Chicago or Denver, then catch a smaller > airline > to Helena (the capital), Billings, or Great Falls. Montana is big, with > lots of > mountains (and lions and eagles and bears, oh my!), but has a small population > and few "big" cities and thus they have very small airports. Time: an hour > from > Metropolis to Chicago, two to three to Denver (Metropolis would be in the > Eastern time zone; Denver is two hours earlier in Mountain time; Chicago is in > Central time). Figure up to another three to get from Chicago to someplace in > Montana, and two from Denver. Add driving time from Metropolis home to > airport, > layover (waiting time for the flight out of big city), and delays as the > planes > cue up in the larger airports. Oh, and unless they take a cab, Daily > Planet or > Metropolis bus/shuttle, or local superhero, they'll have to find long-term > parking at the airport then wait for a shuttle bus to the terminal. They may > rent a car at their destination and probably won't have trouble there, just > not > a lot of selection, mainly because the airports in Montana will be small, > catering to smaller planes and possibly corporate jets, and people who have > their own vehicles, company cars or transporation from, say, a tourist lodge > awaiting them. > > My sister lives in Casper, Wyoming (perhaps the largest city in Wyoming), and > one time she took me to their airport for my flight home (it got two > flights in > & out per day at that time; may have changed since). She parked right in front > of the main entrance. Paid no meter, didn't lock car, no worry, no traffic. > She > left her car right there and accompanied me into the small but charming > airport > terminal, where we waited for the flight (which went to Salt Lake, where I had > a 4-hour layover wait for the flight to Albuquerque--it had been only 30 > minutes when I went from Abq to Casper). I was astounded that she could > just... > park there, since one could never do that at a larger airport--they'd get > yelled at, ticketed and towed away almost immediately. > > Airlines that service Montana include, possibly (this changes almost daily due > to Montana offering such a small market), Southwest, Northwest and > United... I > can easily imagine small, local communters (planes [both jets and propellor > driven] seating perhaps a dozen or two passengers, if that many) serving > vacation areas in Montana (i.e., Glacier National Park) out of Denver, Salt > Lake City, Las Vegas, Seattle, Portland (Oregon) and possibly San Francisco. I > bet Montana has a web site... montana.com or visitmontana.com, something like > that. You could no doubt do a search. > > Debby > dls@thuntek.net > in Albuquerque > which is the hub for some > small commuter airlines > > ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 14:56:29 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby wrote :) > At 03:54 PM 07/02/2001 +0100, Labrat, itching to get on the road, wrote: > >Hey guys :) > > and gals? Gals being implicit in my useage of guys as a generic term for 'hey, everyone', yes. ] Thanks for the detailed info, Debby - lots of help there. :) > As for the cowboy stuff.....er...somehow don't think this particular story is going to explode that myth for you since Clark and Lois are currently heading for the Spur Mountain Dude Ranch in the Glacier National Park. Sorry, Dede! I'll make sure Clark points out to Lois at every available opportunity though that her preconceptions are entirely wrong, how about that? Best I can do. ;) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 10:31:54 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: Imbalance Part 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/3/01 12:48:53 AM Pacific Daylight Time, Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK writes: > Phil, wondering if many of the people on this list have even *heard* of > the group The Fifth Dimension, much less know their music... Heard of but am not familiar with the music, but I did want to thank you for the Fourth of July present to us Americans, you British and Canadians and Austrailians and Germans, in short to the entire world of LnC fans. This is a great story. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 08:03:58 -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: Imbalance Part 7 MIME-version: 1.0 Phil and Wendy, this part was excellent! I loved the whole flight, the way Clark decided to go with "tradition (I'm humming the song in my head, thanks a lot! )" and swallow the bomb; hey, why not, he'd done it before! I LOVED that she recognized him as Clark, and his thoughts that he must have made some type of impression on her that would enable her to have recognized his face, when she could've continued to be distracted by...er....other things. :) The blushing was adorable, their awareness of each other is VERY obvious, and I can't wait to see what happens next!! C'mon, Friday! Vicki (who knows and loves the Fifth Dimension...well, not them personally, but their music) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 11:22:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jeanne Pare Subject: Re: NEW: Imbalance Part 7 I am thoroughly enjoying this new fic, Phil. It's perfectly "groovy" , and yes, there are some of us who remember the Fifth Dimension. I am especially enjoying your comments at the beginning and end of each segment. They remind me of the voiceovers in the old "Batman" TV show. In fact, I keep hearing your comments in the same voice used on that show. "Will Batman and Robin finally be pushing up tulips. Tune in: Same Bat time, same Bat station." Patiently awaiting the next installment. Jeanne ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 12:22:21 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: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 07/03/2001 8:23:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time, dls@THUNTEK.NET writes: << I bet Montana has a web site... montana.com or visitmontana.com, something like that. You could no doubt do a search. >> ah, most states have a website, but the URL's are all alike: http://www.state.nh.us/ where nh is New Hampshire--just substitute the 'official' two letter abbreviation for the state of your choice (mt for montana, I believe). Those are the official state government websites. Some have links to tourist type ones, some don't. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 11:44:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Tull Subject: Re: Another question: Sunday shopping hours in Smallville Coming from a small town background I think I can put my two cents in. More that likely the ice cream parlor would be open from noon til 4. Everything else would be closed except maybe the local convience store/gas station, like QuickTrip or QT. James ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 10:29:53 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Dede, you forgot to mention that you have some of the most beautiful natural scenery imaginable, a gorgeous national park (Glacier) and friendly folks. I love to wander around in your state. :) Jude ----- Original Message ----- From: "Dede" To: Sent: Tuesday, July 03, 2001 6:27 AM Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis > Debby said: > > And, P.S., not everyone in Montana would wear a cowboy hat... > > Thank you for that Debby! You are so right! And we don't all wear cowboy > boots or ride around on horses. > Oh the things people have asked us, such as: > Do you still use covered wagons - no! > Are there really houses in Montana (yes, someone from Texas asked me that > recently) - yes! With running water and indoor bathrooms! > Do you all go to the rodeos - no! Never been there, never want to! > Montana is like any other place, except we just have wide open spaces (takes > 10-12 hours to drive from one side of the state to the other with not many > big cities in between!) > The population of Montana in 2000 (est.) was 902,195 (The population of my > city was 52,239 in 1998) and Montana is 145,556 square miles. Which means > there are about 6.2 people per square mile. Now that is definitely a lot of > wide open space! > Ok - now that is *definitely* more than you wanted to know! > Dede ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 20:05:49 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Laurie wrote: > ah, most states have a website, but the URL's are all alike: > http://www.state.nh.us/ where nh is New Hampshire--just substitute the > 'official' two letter abbreviation for the state of your choice (mt for > montana, I believe). Those are the official state government websites. Some > have links to tourist type ones, some don't. > Yeah, tell me about it. Spent all afternoon surfing the net with very little result. Grand irony of the afternoon came when, after venting my frustration to Stuart about my attempts to find a state (or any other) map that would give me the connecting route from Great Falls Int. Airport to Glacier Nat. Park, he reached behind me and extracted the Big Road Atlas of the USA from the bookshelves at my back. . Oh, who uses BOOKS any more to find facts? Honestly! ;) Alternatively, with books and knowledgeable FoLCs around - who needs the internet anyway? ;) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 17:07:16 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Imbalance Part 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Ditto the can't wait till Friday part! Loved every second of this and can't wait to see what happens! Easy questions first - RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHTTTTTTT! CM ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 20:57:12 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: NEW: Imbalance Part 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Remember the Fifth Dimension very well, Mr. Phil! I am quite enchanted by a Lois/Superman/Clark triangle that all know each other so quickly....a new variation and that is always a plus for any fic. This is terrific, and I am quite enjoying Clark's view on Lois' character, which is dead on, by the way. It's fun to look forward to your installments, almost like having new episodes again. Thanks! Kate ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 19:22:56 -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: Re: Question about flights from Metropolis In-Reply-To: <00d501c103c3$ddc0f140$0101a8c0@pavilion> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 07:27 AM 07/03/2001 -0600, you wrote: >Debby said: >> And, P.S., not everyone in Montana would wear a cowboy hat... > >Thank you for that Debby! You are so right! And we don't all wear cowboy >boots or ride around on horses. >Oh the things people have asked us, such as: >Do you still use covered wagons - no! New Mexico? Do I need shots before I can visit? (no, though we do have bubonic plague outbreaks now and then... curable if caught in time; cats get it from catching mice with fleas with plague; the cats are usually treated and survive just fine) >Are there really houses in Montana (yes, someone from Texas asked me that >recently) - yes! With running water and indoor bathrooms! New Mexico? Can I drink the water? (yes, and you can buy Evian water, too, if you want) >Do you all go to the rodeos - no! Never been there, never want to! New Mexico? A lot of Mexicans, huh? (lots of: whites, Hispanic, Native Americans, Blacks, Asians...) >Montana is like any other place, except we just have wide open spaces (takes >10-12 hours to drive from one side of the state to the other with not many >big cities in between!) Four plus hours from Albuquerque to Las Cruces, ~1 from Albuquerque to Santa Fe. I like measuring distances in hours, don't you? >The population of Montana in 2000 (est.) was 902,195 (The population of my >city was 52,239 in 1998) New Mexico about 1.6? million (I swore I'd remember the exact # and haven't...). Albuquerque maybe 750,000 (another guess, but we're the biggest city). >and Montana is 145,556 square miles. New Mexico: 121,336. All of the UK can fit in our borders. I suspect the UK and Portugal can fit in Montana :) >Which means >there are about 6.2 people per square mile. Now that is definitely a lot of >wide open space! We have a few more (and perhaps a slightly wider variety of) people per sq mi, and different terrain: more high desert and fewer (but still plenty of) mountains. Less snow skiing, more hot air ballooning. More moderate temperatures all year round. Lots of chiles :) >Ok - now that is *definitely* more than you wanted to know! >Dede But I think Superman should definitely visit both our states frequently! Debby dls@thuntek.net ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 18:29:10 +0100 Reply-To: Yvonne Connell Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Coming late to the fray... > > . Another phrase which drives me crazy is > > "graduated college" or "graduated high school" instead of "graduated > > from..." I have even heard this one used in a TV commercial for a local > > univers This gives me a chance to pose a question which has vexed me for some time. I've seen many Americans (possibly Australians, too) use the phrase 'write me', when we in the UK would say 'write TO me'. Now, if I, as a Brit, were to take 'write me' literally, I'd assume that someone was issuing a command to write the word 'me'. Of course, I don't, because I'm not that pedantic . Anyway, is the American form generally accepted as good grammar over there, or is it just a common idiomatic phrase which a lot of people use? Yvonne (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 15:30:02 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: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/4/01 1:43:16 PM Eastern Daylight Time, yvonne@YCONNELL.FSNET.CO.UK writes: > Anyway, is the American form generally accepted as good grammar over there, > Americans often say and write things that are not generally accepted as good grammar here either. THe problem is that the more often we hear and see them, the more accepting of them we are. I suspect we are not taught well and the problem perpetuates as the new crop of young teachers can't write themselves! --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 12:34:25 -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: Charade: Part 18/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Charade: Part 18 by Nan Smith Lois and Jimmy left the room with the empty cloning cylinders in silence. Without a word, Lois led the way down the long, stone corridor, past the one that had brought them here. She had no intention of getting lost, and noted its location carefully. It occurred to her that they might have to retreat in a hurry, if something went wrong, but with luck, they could find another way out. Trying to make their exit through the boathouse, past armed guards and German shepherd dogs wasn't something she could contemplate with any sense of confidence. There were doors on either side of the hallway, all closed and with their lights off. Evidently, the night shift wasn't very active. From one room, she heard the unmistakable sound of a snore and raised an eyebrow at Jimmy. Her companion sneaked a quick look through the little glass window. "Security guard," he whispered. "I guess he got tired." "Yeah." They were approaching an intersecting hallway, where one of the doors was partially open and yellow light spilled out--definitely not a fluorescent light source such as they had encountered up until now. Lois paused, listening, but other than a soft, high hum, she heard nothing. Gathering her courage, she peeked into the room. In a chair behind a desk, a white-haired man was leaning forward, his head on his arms and sound asleep. A small, desk lamp with an incandescent bulb shed a puddle of yellow light across the desk and the surrounding area. The man turned his head and muttered in his sleep, and in a flash, Lois recognized him. Isaac Mamba looked older than when she had last seen him up close but it was still unmistakably the same scientist who had been involved in the manufacture of the Lois clone and who had given CJ to Clark and her. "Is that--" Jimmy whispered. Lois nodded. "It sure is. Let's get..." Mamba lifted his head and his eyes met hers. For a moment, he stared at her, and then he raised a hand and covered his face. "Oh, God." He lowered his hand. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" Lois opened her mouth to speak and closed it again. Mamba got ponderously to his feet. "Miss Lane, you have to get out of here, off this island. Get away, call the police. If they catch you here, you and your friend are dead." Footsteps echoed in the hall and Mamba looked alarmed. "Stay behind the door." He was already at the door when someone knocked on the frame. "Yes, what is it?" "Just checkin' Doc. You know you're supposed to report in every hour." "I fell asleep!" Mamba sounded cross and tired. "Okay, okay." The other man's voice was conciliatory. "If you want to sleep, check into your room and we won't have a problem." "I'll do that, as soon as I finish my notes." Mamba stood still, while the other man's footsteps departed down the hallway, then he closed the door. He turned back to his unexpected guests, who were staring at him in shock. Lois said, "How did you...aren't you...I don't understand," she finished, weakly. Mamba ran his hand through the tight, silver curls on his head. "Miss Lane," he began hurriedly, "you don't have a lot of time. You've got to get out of here and get the police. If you get caught, I can't help you. Arianna will--" He broke off, running his hand through his hair again until it stood on end. "Did you really think I was here because I wanted to be?" "You're not?" Jimmy asked. "No! I went to sleep in a hotel room one night, and the next morning I woke up here. I just want out! No more clones, no more working for Arianna Luthor! But they won't let me. I've been here for over a year, growing clones and keeping myself alive. I've never been able to get away." He slumped down onto his desk. "Miss Lane, you're my last hope. I've been trying to figure out a way to contact you since last night--when I realized you were here." "How did--" He closed his eyes briefly. "When I recognized your clone, of course. He's cloning all of you. Yours--it didn't match the picture of Kellie Davenport, but it still looked familiar. I created the first one of you, you know." He gave a grim little smile. "Knowing you, it didn't take long to put it together. I've managed to keep them from seeing the clone, but I won't be able to for much longer." Lois focussed on one important sentence. "He's *cloning* us?" Mamba nodded. "You have to get out of here, Miss Lane. I know what you think of me and you're right, but you've got to believe me. I'm not doing this because I want to. There's a way out through the gardens, so you don't have to face the dogs. Here, let me draw you a diagram." He picked up a piece of computer paper and sketched a few lines on it. "It's the best I can do. Here. Get out of here as fast as you can." He thrust it at her. At that moment, the door opened without warning and a uniformed guard entered. "Doc, the generator's giving us trouble again--hey!" His hand flashed toward his sidearm, just as Jimmy swung his fist. It connected with the man's temple and the guard crashed to the floor, but was scrambling awkwardly up again almost instantly. Lois kicked out hard and her foot connected glancingly with his jaw. The man went down again, but Lois was wearing soft, rubber-soled shoes and he was still conscious. He struggled to get to his feet, his mouth opening to yell. There was a smashing sound, and a shower of shattered crockery. The guard sank to the floor, out for the count. Lois looked up to see Mamba, the remains of a coffee mug still clutched in his hand. As she met his eyes, he dropped the broken shard. "Oh, God--" "That tears it," Lois said. "When he wakes up, he'll report you, too. You'll have to come with us. You better show us the way out." ********** It was five minutes later that the intruder alarm went off. Mamba grimaced. "Hurry, Miss Lane. We have to make it to the exit before they seal it off." "Are we going to?" Lois asked, steadily. Mamba dropped his gaze to the floor. "Probably not." "In that case, is there somewhere we can hide where they won't find us for a while? My husband and Superman will be looking for us before long, if they aren't already. They'll figure out where we are. Clark knew I wanted to check out the boathouse." Mamba looked hopeful for a moment, then his face fell. "If Luthor finds out Superman is here, he'll be ready. He has a piece of Kryptonite that he got from somewhere. He showed it to me one day. He's always said Kryptonite is power." Lois swallowed and lifted her chin. "Superman already knows Alejandro de Los Rios is Lex Luthor. He knows there's a possibility of Kryptonite. We'll have to hope he'll be able to find us before Lex does. Where can we hide?" Mamba bit his lip. "I hope you're right, Miss Lane. All right, we'll hide. This way." ********** Clark hovered near the ceiling as two Security guards hurried past. The alarm still blared, and he covered his ears against the noise. Tracking Lois and Jimmy by the sound of Lois's heartbeat was going to be difficult if not impossible as long as that racket continued. He needed to find some way to blend in. Sooner or later, someone was going to notice him, up here. With his x-ray vision, he scanned the general area. Three more Security men were headed in this direction and the one farthest away seemed to be about his size. Well, he'd never mugged anyone before, but it was never too late to learn... He waited, covering his ears against the noise of the alarm, while the first two men went by. When his unfortunate target appeared, the man never knew what hit him. He didn't even have time to yelp in surprise before he was trussed up tightly, gagged and blindfolded. Clark left him in his underwear in what appeared to be a supply closet and exited into the hallway again, clad in the man's uniform. Probably everyone here knew everyone else's face but if he kept moving, there shouldn't be a problem. Now, if they would just shut off that blasted noise! That, however, didn't appear to be happening. At least the occasional individual he passed in the hallway now didn't even bother to look at him beyond a glance at his uniform. Clark scanned the area surreptitiously, looking for Lois and Jimmy but he didn't see them anywhere. Still, there was a lot of area to search. From the appearance of this place, it had started as a system of caves under the island, and had been expanded and extended by the work of men over what must have been years until it was a veritable honeycomb of caverns and hallways cut out of the living rock. Luthor had built himself a hidden fortress, all right, only it wasn't in Europe. He must have foreseen a time when he might need it and prepared well in advance. As Lois had said, Luthor always had a backup plan. The room where he had seen the dying clone was just ahead. He didn't want to look, but he considered it necessary. It was just as well that he see for himself what the clone-makers were up to here. He paused in the hallway and scanned the room carefully, making sure he paid attention to every detail. There were ten clone cylinders in the room and nine of them held growing clones about the age of the one he had already seen. Two of them looked vaguely familiar, and suddenly he understood. They were much younger copies of Lois and Jimmy. Luthor was cloning his guests! What on Earth had they stumbled across here? "What do you mean you had to discard one of the specimens?" He hadn't seen anyone when he looked, but from the sound, someone was just entering through another door, and the voice now issuing from the room had the effect of sending a chill of alarm down his back. Luthor's voice was low, falsely calm and quivering with the anger simmering just below the surface. "I'm sorry, sir." The apprehensive reply was from one of the men he had overheard earlier. "It had developed anomalies. It wasn't usable." "I trust," Luthor said, still dangerously calm, "that you brought up a backup?" "Yes, sir, immediately!" "Very well, Higgins, be certain this one doesn't fail. You *do* understand the consequences if it does, don't you?" "Yes, sir!" "Excellent. How are the others progressing?" "The remaining nine are doing well, sir. Here, why don't you see for yourself?" "Thank you, I will." Luthor's voice brimmed with sarcasm. Silence for several minutes. Then, suddenly, "Whose sample is this?" "Why that's--um--Miss Davenport's, sir." "Oh, really?" The anger had vanished and a note of discovery had taken its place. "Well, well, this *is* a day for surprises." There was another pause, then Luthor's voice said, "Carry on, Higgins. And don't fail me again, understand?" "Yes, sir; perfectly!" Clark barely had time to float up to the ceiling before Luthor exited into the hallway. The man was smiling but there was a dangerous set to his shoulders. He hurried back the way Clark had just come and Clark watched him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Luthor had been far too interested in Lois's clone for comfort. It was quite possible that he had recognized Kellie Davenport's real identity. It was now more than ever crucial that he find Lois and Jimmy immediately and get them out of here before things really got out of hand. ********** (tbc) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 14:39:25 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit the > problem perpetuates as the new crop of young teachers can't write > themselves! Just have to defend new teachers. I graduated with my B. S. a year and a half ago, and I know how to write! Course, I am/was slightly older than most new teachers, but the program I was in was big on writing and sometimes we felt like the instructors bled all over our papers, but by the the time we graduated FROM *BG* college, we knew how to write properly. The biggest problem, IMO, is those who go into teaching because it is "easy" or having summers off. They won't care to learn the right way to do/teach things like grammar and will only further their education (like getting their master's) because they have to not because they want to learn. There's some like that in the program I am in, and I don't think there's anything anyone can do to help them help students learn proper grammar, etc. That isn't a new problem, but something that has been going on for years. As someone in one of my classes said, "Teaching isn't what I do - it's who I am". There's a big difference in those two kinds of teachers. I must admit, now that I teach college, there is a big difference in the ability of those who graduated 7-8 years ago, like me, and those who are graduating from H. S. now. It would have looked like I bled on thier papers, but I usually use purple ink. However, the older students that I taught made just as many errors as those frest out of (or still in) high school. My .02! CM (who turned her final copy of her thesis in yesterday -proving she CAN write - and now just has to survive comps to have her M. Ed.! Who also knows that she probably screwed up some of her grammar, but really doesn't care right now!) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 14:44:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Charade: Part 18/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit *sigh* You had to leave it there didn't you?! Enjoying this as always, and can't wait for more! CM ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 15:59:28 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? Yvonne, a grammar website I looked at last week said that the 'write me' is an equivalent to 'phone me, or 'call me'; I'm not entirely convinced by this logic, but it at least explains why the 'TO' is missing. Wendy ------------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 16:41:34 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Becky Bain Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? In-Reply-To: <20010704.143926.-80793.2.cmoncado@juno.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Laurie said: > the > > problem perpetuates as the new crop of young teachers can't write > > themselves! and Carol replied: >Just have to defend new teachers. I graduated with my B. S. a year and a >half ago, and I know how to write! I have no doubt that many new teachers (as well as old!) do know how to write - but I think too many of them don't. For years, I had on my refrigerator a magnet in the form a blackboard that I was given as a gift for helping out in my daughter's kindergarten classroom. Couldn't help wincing a bit when I looked at it, though. Printed on it, by my daughter's teacher, was this: "Your the greatest!" Sigh. It doesn't help that too many newpapers and other print media contain and perpetuate common errors - it makes me crazy. People see it in the newspaper and of course they think it must be right! BTW, did anyone besides me see last Sunday's "Jump Start" comic strip? Made me smile as Joe's mom put on her "grammar police" hat and arrested him for misusing the phrase we'd just been discussing here! He said "I could care less." (His dad, btw, seemed to be in grammar lockup for saying "between you and I".) Becky rbain@qwest.net "I do not like to form in my mind an idea that I don't have any proof of." - Rosa Parks, from her autobiography Stride Toward Freedom ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 15:56:04 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Just realized I sent this to Yvonne instead of the list. A-a-a-rgh! Sorry Yvonne. > Yvonne: 'Write me' is one of those phrases that I would use in speaking or > writing to a friend and I would consider it slang. If I were writing or > speaking to strangers or acquaintances in a business or more formal context > then I would certainly use 'write to me'. > > American English is, I believe, rapidly changing right now because of many > different dialects now being spoken. The influence of Hispanic, and Asian > immigrants, as well as African-American speech patterns have already > produced some new ways of speaking that are strange and sometimes > irritating. > > Change is inevitable, but for some of us who like to consider ourselves > purists those changes can be very hard to live with. > (Yes, I know I ended that sentence with a preposition. We're all friends > here, aren't we, and the alternative is much too stuffy. for friends.) Some of the last holdouts have apparently given up the > fight to maintain the difference between lie and lay. But like W. > Churchill, I shall never surrender! :) Jude > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Yvonne Connell" > To: > Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2001 10:29 AM > Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? > > > Coming late to the fray... > > > > > > . Another phrase which drives me crazy is > > > > "graduated college" or "graduated high school" instead of "graduated > > > > from..." I have even heard this one used in a TV commercial for a > local > > > > univers > > > > This gives me a chance to pose a question which has vexed me for some > time. > > I've seen many Americans (possibly Australians, too) use the phrase 'write > > me', when we in the UK would say 'write TO me'. Now, if I, as a Brit, > were > > to take 'write me' literally, I'd assume that someone was issuing a > command > > to write the word 'me'. Of course, I don't, because I'm not that pedantic > > . > > > > Anyway, is the American form generally accepted as good grammar over > there, > > or is it just a common idiomatic phrase which a lot of people use? > > > > Yvonne > > (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 19:43:25 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gerry Anklewicz Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? In-Reply-To: <003301c104dc$83c18aa0$abfafd3f@v1t9j4> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit I think that the dropping of the "to" in a phrase like "write me" is symptomatic of the informality of our life styles. It's condensed version, (a contraction if you will). "Me" in this case is the indirect object. We use it in phrases such as "Give me the book" or "Sell me a stamp". In each case , the more formal sentence should be "Give the book to me" and "Sell the stamp to me". The next step is to get rid of the direct object (book and stamp) and just shorten the whole phrase to "Give me" or in Yvonne's case, "Write me" (Probably from "Write a letter to me".) Language is changing. We are not as formal as we once were, in the US, in Canada, in Great Britain. Where are the hats and gloves that my mother wore when she stepped out into the streets. The internet (and probably televison) has had a very direct impact on the level of formality and on the level of acceptability of written language which up until now was more formal than spoken language. There are a lot of changes that bother me. I sit back and wait to see if these changes will become part of the language or a passing fad. As far as teachers are concerned, it depends a lot on teacher training institutes. Formal grammar has not been taught in schools for many years. There was a school of thought that said that students do not learn how to write better by learning formal grammar. So, a generation of teachers have not learned grammar or what constitutes a sentence error. Many of them write well but it is an inborn skill. Others have learned from their own mistakes. I was lucky enough to have a wonderful group of first year teachers working in my department this year. I did spend a lot of time teaching them grammar because they had never learned it before and the curriculum calls for the teaching of grammar. It was quite an experience for them. They knew some of the "rules" but the didn't understand the rationale for them until I taught them the grammar and we went over the rules. Teacher training institutions need to teach teachers about their native language whether the teachers are teaching elementary or secondary students, whether the teachers are teaching math, science or English. There, I've said my bit. Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2001 19:15:52 -0500 Reply-To: Samantha Kegan Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Samantha Kegan Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit What I find interesting about the dialect concept in the United States is that between different groups of people, the slang used is different. Take the student population at Purdue for example. The majority of my peers that I associate with in the pharmacy program are Black. The majority of my peers that I associate with in the band are not. The way I speak to my band friends and the way I speak to my pharmacy friends are totally different. Another phrase that I found that is different between cultures is that of 'going to.' My pharmacy friends are more likely to say "fit'nta" (two syllables said really fast) as oppose to "I am going to" do whatever. I must admit, though, that I do lose the veneer of "educated Black woman" when I hang out with my pharmacy friends. (If anyone saw the Oprah with India.Arie last week, she used the phrase too.) That's enough from me now. I'll go away :-) Sami Kegan ----- Original Message ----- From: "Judith Williams" To: Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2001 5:56 PM Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? > Just realized I sent this to Yvonne instead of the list. A-a-a-rgh! Sorry > Yvonne. > > > > Yvonne: 'Write me' is one of those phrases that I would use in speaking > or > > writing to a friend and I would consider it slang. If I were writing or > > speaking to strangers or acquaintances in a business or more formal > context > > then I would certainly use 'write to me'. > > > > American English is, I believe, rapidly changing right now because of > many > > different dialects now being spoken. The influence of Hispanic, and > Asian > > immigrants, as well as African-American speech patterns have already > > produced some new ways of speaking that are strange and sometimes > > irritating. > > > > Change is inevitable, but for some of us who like to consider ourselves > > purists those changes can be very hard to live with. > > (Yes, I know I ended that sentence with a preposition. We're all friends > > here, aren't we, and the alternative is much too stuffy. for friends.) > Some of the last holdouts have apparently given up the > > fight to maintain the difference between lie and lay. But like W. > > Churchill, I shall never surrender! :) Jude > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: "Yvonne Connell" > > To: > > Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2001 10:29 AM > > Subject: Re: Do you know this idiom? > > > > > Coming late to the fray... > > > > > > > > . Another phrase which drives me crazy is > > > > > "graduated college" or "graduated high school" instead of "graduated > > > > > from..." I have even heard this one used in a TV commercial for a > > local > > > > > univers > > > > > > This gives me a chance to pose a question which has vexed me for some > > time. > > > I've seen many Americans (possibly Australians, too) use the phrase > 'write > > > me', when we in the UK would say 'write TO me'. Now, if I, as a Brit, > > were > > > to take 'write me' literally, I'd assume that someone was issuing a > > command > > > to write the word 'me'. Of course, I don't, because I'm not that > pedantic > > > . > > > > > > Anyway, is the American form generally accepted as good grammar over > > there, > > > or is it just a common idiomatic phrase which a lot of people use? > > > > > > Yvonne > > > (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) > > > ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 03:10:35 -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: Universal Union Book3/Part37 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Title: Universal Union Book3/Part 37 Author: Jenni Debbage Rating: PG-13 Comments: Time for this weeks episode. Hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Sixteen Final Conflict = Poli's words were true. The people of Earth had taken courage from the arrival of another host of spacecraft that had shown up in the skies above their besieged world, and they had begun to fight back. Not openly= , for they could hardly succeed against such super-powered foes, but covertly, stealthily. Just as their predecessors had done in many conflicts in history, they started to resist. The billets of the occupyi= ng forces mysteriously caught fire, or food shipments turned up contaminated= and enemy arsenals self-combusted. Of course, they paid dearly for their= shows of defiance, but no one on Earth was prepared to back off. Even wh= en their rescuers beseeched them to leave the fighting to their better equipped forces, the people of Earth refused to stay docile. They had taken enough punishment. And, indeed, Kal and his commanders could well understand the Earthlings' right and desire to fight back. Thus their request to the population was not pressed home; they had come to save the= se people not to bully them. Besides, destroying Nor and the Taurean forces was proving more difficult than had been expected. An all out battle in the upper atmosphere of the planet was just too risky. Who could be sure of what t= he outcome might be of unleashing such powerful weapons in an atmosphere whi= ch was already showing signs of decay? And if the rescuers descended to the= surface and fought on the ground what would be the fate of the Earthlings= caught in the crossfire? Kal and his war cabinet were also rather dubiou= s about the consequences of allowing their troops to spend long periods on Earth under the influences of the bright yellow sun and the weaker atmosphere. There were enough super-beings already on the planet's surface. = However, there was also no doubt that those enhanced Kryptonians woul= d have to be tackled. Thankfully, the Taurean soldiers had not developed such powers and could be attacked in the normal manner, but Nor's followe= rs had become invulnerable... although hopefully not invincible. Kal and Dax-Ver were hoping that the modern weapons that their fleet possessed would eventually prevail against these enhanced renegades, but they couldn't rule out the possibility that a handpicked battalion might have = to also acquire similar abilities to enable them to finally vanquish Nor. = It was certainly an advantage to the liberating forces that Rad-Nor'= s followers were few, and that for some reason, known only to himself, he h= ad restricted the numbers of henchmen who had joined him on the planet's surface. As far as Kal's surveillance staff had been able to ascertain, the majority of his Kryptonian troops had been distributed amongst the Taurean spacecraft where they would gain powers to a much lesser degree. = Neither Kal nor his commanders could quite figure out whether this was a ploy to jealously guard the superpowers from all but his intimate cronies= , or whether it was a vain attempt to keep control of his hotheaded allies.= = After all, as Lois had often pointed out, there was no honour among thieves, and Rad-Nor might well fear a bid for his leadership from amongs= t his own super-charged men, not to mention the grisly, argumentative Taureans. = Meanwhile, a game of cat and mouse was being played out in the stratosphere of Earth. Kal's squadrons would strike with lightening spee= d any craft which dared to orbit Earth, creating as much damage as they cou= ld with limited firepower, before withdrawing into the darkness of space. = Their scheme was to provoke the war-hungry Taureans into following their troublesome attackers where they could then be annihilated without threatening the ecology of Earth. In the first days of their arrival, th= is plan seemed to be having some success and a number of enemy ships were taken out. Recently, however, the Taureans were not rising to the bait,= and Kal's war-cabinet had deduced that Rad-Nor had persuaded them that th= ey were being drawn into an ambush. = Now a state of stalemate had been reached in the blue skies above th= e planet Earth, while the opposing forces tested each other's mettle withou= t indulging in a full-scale battle. To synchronise their sorties and to better equip some of the terran resistance fighters, Lord Kal- El had decided to risk a meeting with the leaders of Earth. His commanders had been very reluctant to agree to his landing on the surface, as he would b= e, for some considerable time, completely defenceless to an assault by the already enhanced forces of Nor. The meeting would have to remain strictl= y secret, and to that end Kal had convinced his war-cabinet that he should land with only a small band of guards. Ching would certainly lead this platoon, who would be made up of experienced and trusted soldiers. The First Lord of Krypton was amused to see these normally battle-honed men acting like broody mother-hens over the question of his continued safety.= = Nevertheless, he was warmed by their concern and promised faithfully not = to dangle above the jaws of death if he could possibly avoid them. The day of the appointed meeting arrived, and Kal-El and his elite band elected to beam down to the surface in the metal-grill contraptions which would de-materialize and re- integrate their molecules upon arrival= . = It was felt that this method of transport would be considerably safer and= more easily hidden than an orbship, even one that was cloaked, as it woul= d allow the travellers to arrive directly at their destination. The fact that they could be retrieved almost immediately, should the need arise, w= as also preferable. = The members of the surface party were armed with the latest in high-density laser weapons and wore reinforced personal body shields, bot= h the latest inventions of Major Klei. The scientific officer hoped that these modified weapons and shields would stand up to superpowers, but al= l was supposition as neither had been tested in the field. Dax-Ver and one technician, to operate the transportation controls, watched as Krypton's leader, with his guard in attendance, entered the metal-grid cocoons and disappeared from their view in a flurry of sparkli= ng molecules. Both held their breaths until, moments later, they heard the First Lord's thought transference echo in the metallic chamber. The Commander sighed audibly with relief; he was getting too old for= fighting and he was worried sick about the safety of his young friend. T= he boy was too brave for his own good, but, at least, Dax could content himself with the knowledge that Kal was not foolhardy. = "You heard the First Lord. Stay at your post and bring them back onboard immediately, at the first hint of trouble!" Dax allowed his concerns to colour his words and he at once regretted his harshness. As a= n experienced commander, he believed in discipline but he also believed tha= t one lead by example and not fear. "And remember, the fate of the First Lord relies on your actions. Thank you, trooper." This was said in a softer tone and he bowed his head slightly before striding from the room = = ***** tbc in Part 38 ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 03:10:49 -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: Universal Union Book3/Part38 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Title: Universal Union Book3/Part 38 Author: Jenni Debbage Rating: PG-13 ~~~~~~~~~~ Down on the surface the First Lord of Krypton was accustoming himsel= f to the gloom, while he cautiously stepped from his metal cage. Behind hi= m, his men fell into a bristling phalanx with Ching at their head, weapons poised for a surprise attack. Kal was painfully aware that these soldier= s were prepared to defend him with their lives and he felt both gratified a= nd humble. Yet, though they could hear the distinct movement of a number of= bodies, no one menaced them from out of the shadows. Kal-El was back on Earth, and, for a fleeting moment, a wave of nostalgia swept over him. This was where he had met Lois. Where he had first laid eyes on her in the flesh. And she had been even more beautifu= l than he'd ever dreamed.... Oh zor, where was she?! He had had to resist the temptation to abandon his battlefleet and run off to search the galaxy for his lost wif= e. Both Lord Trey and Medi had assured him that everything was being done from their end to follow the path of the ship that had spirited away the Lady of El. But it was a huge galaxy, and if the ship had a cloaking device, which was highly probable, then that was surely an impossible tas= k. Lois' babble gene was rubbing off on him and he had a job to do. Wasn't= that what he'd told Lois during their quarrel? Well, now he'd best get o= n with it. Sort out the bad guys and then go look for his wife. In the dimness of the tunnel, shadowy figures were emerging as his Earth counterparts came to meet him. Striding forward was a middle-aged man of average build, his sandy brown hair barely concealing its shades o= f grey and his pleasant face showing recent signs of intense stress. "Lord Kal-El, I presume!" The newcomer's greeting sounded hollowly = in the concrete burrow. "I am President Owen West of the United States of America and these are my aides, Bert Johnstone, national security, and General Broderick, Chief of Staff. The tall distinguished guy, at the ba= ck here, is Lord Drummond-Hayes, ambassador from the court of St James... representative of the UK government that is," West added the explanation,= though it seemed that his youthful guest didn't need one. The steady intelligent gaze that met his own showed quick comprehension. = Stepping forward the strange visitor accepted the president's hand an= d shook it firmly. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr President, though I wish i= t were not under a state of war." It seemed that this alien was conversant= in Earth protocol too, for he waved one of his troop to his side. A similarly uniformed young man stepped forward and gave a smartly executed= bow, while his superior went on. "May I introduce my friend and chief bodyguard Major Ching, and these men are my personal guard. If we can be= of assistance to you in anyway then please speak up... we are here to help." "Glad to hear that, Lord Kal-El." Not for the first time since th= e telephone exchange, West was astounded by these aliens' fluency in his ow= n language. He allowed his gaze to stray over the black-clad group and was= struck by the singular notion that, if he had met this lot first, he migh= t have assumed that all Kryptonians were dark of eye and hair and were athletically good looking. A second thought followed closely on the heel= s of the first; there was no doubt in his mind who was the leader. Despite= his youth the man at the head of the apex had a certain presence... an aura.... "President West!" The young man's distinctive voice cut in. "We don't have much time. If Nor's surveillance operatives have intercepted our transfer then they could already be on their way here!" That was a frightening thought. "Could that have happened?" "Hopefully not! My technical staff has done their best to cloak our= arrival and they are monitoring the area and will warn us if Nor's troops= come snooping." "Good! Because we have a lot to talk about, and especially about wha= t practical help you can supply us with. If you could just step this way, = we do have a more comfortable place than this cold cavern in which to conduc= t our discussions." The president shivered pointedly as he ushered the way= down the slightly sloping corridor. "I'd hoped to be able to meet you in= the staterooms of the White House but, unfortunately, your rebel Nor has commandeered the place as his headquarters." = The presidential guard fell in alongside the alien force, as their respective leaders led the way, each eyeing the other warily. A strong measure of relief filled the Earth soldiers when the strangers sheathed t= he futuristic weapons. Human courage was not any less than that of the extra-terrestrials, but these men had fought against the invaders and considered themselves lucky to have escaped with their lives. "Believe me, President West, I'm ashamed to claim Nor as one of my own." Kal admitted, his guilty blush going unnoticed in the dim light. "Well, Lord Kal, you can hardly be held responsible for every member= of your planet. I might be the leader of my country but I can't control the actions of all of its population. And, take my word, there are some = of my fellow countrymen and women whose actions would scare the pants off you!" Kal's brow wrinkled at the unfamiliar phrase -- he'd not heard Lois use that one. He replied to West's sentiment with a solemn acceptance. = "Nevertheless, as leader of Krypton, I would expect my people, and in particular one of my noble lords, to conduct themselves in a lawful and honourable manner. Clearly Nor has broken all Kryptonian codes of ethics= and it is up to me and mine to bring him to justice." This time it was the president's brow that wrinkled, though in surprise and muted amusement. Evidently, this young man took his responsibilities very seriously. "No organised crime or terrorism on Krypton?" "Indeed not! We do have some petty criminals but until Rad-Nor bega= n his reign of terror, our existence was fairly peaceful and orderly." A low whistle of amazement escaped West's lips. If this Kal-El spok= e truthfully, and he saw no reason to doubt him, then Krypton must be a fairly admirable place to live. "No crime, huh? You know I think that I= might like to visit your home sometime." "President West, I think that might be arranged in the future." = Pleasure brightened Kal's earnest demeanour and his smile lit up the darkness, betraying to his host that this was a much more boyish and lighthearted leader than his mein had first suggested. "We must talk of this, once Nor and the Taureans have been dealt with. I know that my wif= e would be very happy to have some of her own people on Krypton." But at t= he thought of Lois' plight and the awareness of the huge task that awaited, Kal's visage settled back into stern lines. The long moulded passageway came to an end at a steeply circular staircase from where a sultry summer draught drifted downwards, cooling quickly in the depths of the concrete well. High above, silvery traces = of moonlight bathed the top flight of steps, but none of the glow reached them. West dipped below a large pipe that barred the way to the staircas= e. "This way, and careful not to bang your head. This place is riddled= with pipes and stopcocks, large and small. I've collected a few bruises myself since we've been here, but it does appear to be safe and that's th= e important thing. When our forces formed a resistance movement, it was imperative that we set up a headquarters. We tried abandoned military establishments, but that was the first place the enemy looked. We even tried some old fallout shelters though considering the bigger ones are al= l charted on some map or other, it was only a matter of time till they were= discovered. We had to keep on the move and eventually we found our way here. We've been here for some time now and for some unknown reason, the= y haven't located us." Kal heeded the president's warning and scrambled underneath the pipe= , tapping the rusty- red surface lightly as he went. "One good thing, wit= h this colour they're hard to miss." "Lead-based paint to stop corrosion," West informed as he began the descent. "Though, it's not very effective anymore." = "Just where is this?" Kal raised his voice over the steady drip of water and his hand felt traces of damp on the metal rail of the stair. "It's an old hydro-power damn in Montana, one of the first of its kind. It was decommissioned in favour of a gas-turbine station. Big business won out over ecology, something that I hope someday to redirect.= = But that's for another day." The president was puffing as he descended ever lower into the depths of the damn and he stopped talking while he concentrated his energies on his physical exertions. Finally, he reached= the bottom and he stood aside, waiting for the others to join him, grinni= ng with self-derision as he noticed that these younger guys hadn't broken sweat. "Okay, so you think coming down wasn't so bad, just wait till you= go back up! Unfortunately, this place doesn't have an elevator." Kal returned this sally with a gentle smile. "Maybe, we could do something about that. Would you like us to leave one of our transporters= behind? We could program it to act like an elevator. You could even use= it as an escape pod up to our mothership, if the need arose.." "You could do all that?" Owen West was beginning to think that an alliance with these people might not be a bad thing for Earth. But firs= t, they had to destroy this Nor and his bunch of goons and then there was th= e question of superpowers.... Were they just too much of a temptation for= even the good Kryptonians to resist? "That is the big question, President West. And one that would have = to be addressed before it could ever be agreed that Kryptonians could live o= n Earth." Owen West, whirled on this First Lord of Krypton. "How did you do that?" The eyes that locked with his were full of quiet reassurance and the= answering voice was gentle. Where had this boy learnt his statesmanship?= = "My race is telepathic and, I believe, Earthlings can also acquire this skill with a little practise. I know it has been so for my Lois. But no= , I didn't invade your privacy; that would be completely ill-mannered of me= . = But," and the teasing grin was back, "I don't think you'd make a very goo= d poker player, Mr President... your thoughts were clearly written on your face." The laugh was returned in spades. "Hey, my boy, I'll have you know that I play a mean game of poker, when I set my mind to it. I might even= take you on someday." "I look forward to it, but I have to warn you, I was taught by the best...." "Lois, eh?" West couldn't help but notice that whenever his visitor= 's mind drifted to this Lois, a sadness, deep as the ocean, crept into his eyes. "I can't help but wonder why you haven't brought her with you." "I've wondered that myself a few times lately!" And the statement w= as filled with self castigation. "I left her behind on Krypton. I thought she'd be safe, you see... and now I've lost her. She's been kidnapped an= d I don't know where she is!" "I'm truly sorry to hear that, my boy!" West's sincerity was heartfelt. He'd been separated from his own family since this conflict h= ad begun and, although they'd been able to exchange the occasional messages,= he did worry about them. Casting an appraising glance over the young fellow, West decided that, if anything were to be accomplished here tonight, Kal-El needed to be brought back on track. With that in mind, Owen spoke up more heartily than he felt. "But you know, the FBI have looked into Lois Lane's background and from what I saw myself in that holo-thing, she seemed like one spunky lady. I doubt that you need to worry too much. These new modern females' can take care of themselves." "That's what Lois keeps telling me!" With a huge effort, Kal suppressed his worries. He sensed exactly what this Earthman was up to a= nd he was absolutely right. All his concentration had to focus on helping these people get rid of Nor. "Okay, President West, if you could tell me= just what forces you have left and what the status is in the rest of the world then we'll see if we can co-ordinate our plans to destroy our enemies." ***** Lois emerged from yet another dream-haunted sleep. The tracking of time had eluded her; Lois only knew that she'd been cooped up in this roo= m for far too long. Her surly room- mate had proved to be no help in her escape bid, or even in passing a message of her whereabouts to Kal, and Lois, uncharacteristically, was about to admit failure. But something was different. It was just a subtle change, but Lois could feel it all around her. The tone of the engines had changed... the= vibrations in the creaky metal bulwark of the ship. Looking upwards through the glass dome, Lois noted that the view had settled into place. = No longer did the hazy streaks of colour flow past the viewport. Now, single stars and planets came into focus. The spacecraft had dropped out= of high velocity. Lois struggled to rise and went to stand beneath the glass portal. Creeping into the edge of her vision came a brightening, a= yellow glow... the familiar sun of Earth. Such knowledge should have comforted her. She was home at last. Instead, a hollow dread overtook h= er as she considered her immediate future. Lois had run out of time. = "You're awake!" Keira's voice came from the open door, and turning,= Lois could make out the huge bulk of the ever-present guard in the corrid= or behind her unwanted companion. "I've brought breakfast." And so saying,= Keira laid the tray on the small table. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry!" Lois said snappily. That wasn't exactly the truth, but the food was so unpalatable that it almost turned Lois' stomach. The look she received was sulky. "Please yourself." Keira sat heavily in her chair and proceeded to eat without, however, much enthusiasm. "You might have noticed that we've dropped into orbit just outside Earth's atmosphere. Poli's about to contact Rad-Nor, so things should start to happen pretty soon. You might even be going on a trip to= the surface. Don't you think you ought to eat something to keep your strength up?" The last suggestion was framed in kinder tones. Lois shot a sidelong glance at the other woman. All through the journey, she had tried hard to find something about Keira to like. For Kal's sake, if not her own. But there had been no meeting of minds, no shared preferences. Apart from that one reference to Etta, the Lady of N= or had refused to be drawn on the subject of her girlhood and her family. "Do you know what Nor has planned for me?" "Me?!" The Lady gave a very unlady like grunt. "Rad-Nor never tell= s me anything! Just issues orders, which, I've learned to my cost, are bes= t to obey." Keira fingered her marriage bracelet. It was forged from an opaque-green crystal and heavily carved. Lois assumed it was made from= the Kryptonite that Kal had told her of and was very old, possibly a fami= ly heirloom. Momentarily distracted, she compared it with her own delicate golden wrist-band. She had worn it for two years now and had become very= comfortable with its presence. Yet Keira frequently toyed with her bracelet, an unconscious nervous gesture, whenever she mentioned her life= with Nor. "You might be lucky enough to share your husband's confidences= , but not all marriages are like that. If anyone knows his plans it's probably Lieutenant Poli. Maybe you should ask him." "I have! Only it didn't get me very far! The man's a creep!" = Immediately, Lois noted a flash of accord on Keira's usually closed face.= = So, it seemed they'd found another point of agreement, and she shouldn't give up on Keira just yet. "I'm pretty certain that the Taurean High Command have an idea of wh= at Nor's up to, but I wouldn't dare to suggest you approach them. They only= have one use for women and, if we weren't under Nor's protection, believe= me, our journey would've been even more unpleasant." Remembering what Ballen and his thugs had done to her dear friend, Lois wasn't about to dwell on those possibilities.... However.... = "Taurean High Command?" "The Generals that rule Taurus! This is their ship and two of them are aboard. I expect they're here to find out which piece of Earth Nor i= s planning on giving to them, but I haven't asked. I keep well out of thei= r way and I'd strongly recommend that you do the same!" If Lois was totally surprised that members of the Taurean oligarchy were consigned to travel in such an antiquated craft, she forbore to comment, reminding Keira huffily, instead, "It might have slipped your notice, but I don't have much choice -- I've been imprisoned in this room= since I got here." = All in all, though, she did accept that Keira was correct. Now they= 'd reached Earth, something was bound to happen, and she really should face = it -- whatever it' was -- on a full stomach. In silence, she sat at the tab= le and halfheartedly began spooning the stuff' into her mouth. The runny, tasteless concoction reminded her, from her college reading material, of Oliver Twist's gruel. Well, she most definitely wouldn't be asking for more. In fact, she hoped she didn't throw up; that would make this a really great' start to a day she was already beginning to dread. ***** = tbc in Part 39 ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 03:11:03 -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: Universal Union Book3/Part39 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Title: Universal Union Book3/Part 39 Author: Jenni Debbage Rating: PG-13 ~~~~~~~~~~ "So, let me get this straight," said President West eagerly. "You'= re willing to supply these weapons and body-shields to my forces?" The summit between the ruler of all Krypton and the representative leader of the free world was taking place in a workroom carved out of the= rock into which the damn was built and, hopefully, well away from any scouting parties of rogue Kryptonians or Taureans. The hum of a long-unused generator, which had been cranked up again to produce enough light and heat to sustain this small band of partisans, underscored the conversation. = Kal leaned his elbows on the long metal table and clasped his hands.= = He was well aware of his tendency to talk' with his hands, but, in this case, he wanted no distractions. "Well, yes. But not to all your soldiers... we just don't have enough to go round. And Lord Drummond-Hayes, if you could give us a contact point for your UK and European fighters we'd make drops there too. Ideally, we'd like to arm a= s many units round the world as we can. We feel that a concentrated attack= on a global scale, supported by Krytonian assault squadrons would be the most effective way of taking out the occupying forces. But, this is your= planet and we need your agreement before we go ahead." West sat back in his chair and regarded his people, all of whom were= nodding in various degrees of concordance. "The way I see it, we don't have much choice. Our armaments just aren't in your league. Oh, we've managed to take out a few enemy bases, the ones that don't have these invisible shields... even managed to kill a number of careless Taureans, but not enough to make one shred of difference. And anyone who goes up against Nor's men, ends up dead." General Broderick, moved into the singular beam of light shed by the= one bare lamp hanging above the table. "And these weapons of yours are effective against the opposition?" It was the question that was on everyone's mind. "Don't worry about the shields; they can be taken down. Besides, th= e Taureans will most likely ditch these in favour of fighting and there's n= o doubt about their vulnerability. We've gone up against them before in minor skirmishes and beaten them. I wish I could tell you the same thing= about Nor's men, General, but, truthfully, we don't know the answer to th= at one. My scientific officer hopes these new weapons can breach super powe= rs but, never having encountered them before, he has no frame of reference."= "How come Kryptonians developed superpowers and the Taureans didn't?= " = Bert Johnstone jumped in with a puzzle which had been nagging him for sometime. "Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful that they didn't; Nor's= troop of cyborgs is enough to handle, but I couldn't help but wonder." Kal pushed back his chair and rose impatiently. It was obvious that= these people would have a lot of questions; he just didn't have a lot of time to give the answers. But this was one that they deserved to know an= d it was just a pity that he had no definitive reason. "That's another poi= nt we can't be sure of, but these men are not machines. Something happens = to Kryptonian physiology when we live on Earth, something we could never hav= e expected. Believe me, I was taken completely by surprise when I and my t= wo companions found ourselves able to do amazing things when we visited your= world two years ago...." "That would be when you took Lois Lane away?" West interrupted. "Yes! But you have to know that she came with us willingly." Kal felt it important that these Earthlings understood that his people... his= law-abiding people would never coerce any one of their race. West couldn't hide a smile. "Yes, I think she made that abundantly clear when we talked!" "Good! Because you have to know that we... my people... are here to= help, in anyway we can." "I think we get the picture, Kal. That's if you don't mind me calli= ng you Kal? Or should it be Lord Kal-El or First Lord or something?" "Kal will do fine... if I may call you... Mr President?" Kal's eyebrows crept upwards, questioningly. Here on Earth, he was very aware o= f his youth. In this society, people in authority were mostly a little older. "I believe we've got past the title stage. Owen will do very nicely.... But you were explaining the superpowers...." "I'm afraid I only have a few theories to offer. My scientific researchers haven't had too much time to look into the phenomena as yet...." "Two years isn't enough time?!" General Broderick sounded sceptical= . "It might have been, but try a few weeks." Kal found himself the object of a few incredulous stares. The faces round the table were cast into strange angular shadows by the bare glow of the solitary lamp. "I..= . we, that is, Major Ching and my other guard, decided it would be best if = no other Kryptonian was aware of the power we could have on your planet. We= decided to keep the secret for the people of Earth's protection." "Major Ching is here, so I'm assuming that this other guy thought differently?" That from Bert Johnstone, his well-honed gut instincts whi= ch made him so good at his job quickly leading him to this assumption. "Unfortunately, yes! Lieutenant Poli went over to Rad-Nor, and I ha= ve to apologise for not foreseeing his desertion." Kal's eyes dropped to study his well-polished boots. This admission was difficult for him. "I= f I'd realised what Poli was up to, what his true character really was... your world would not be in the state that it is today." And Lois would n= ot be in terrible danger, the unbidden thought came quickly to the forefront= of his mind. But the First Lord of Krypton would not shirk his responsibilities and he raised his head and faced, at least, some of the people he felt he'd let down badly. "I know that my saying sorry can nev= er compensate for what your people have been subjected to... but I do apologise sincerely and I mean to make amends in anyway that I can...." "Son, you won't be the first leader to have placed his trust in someone who didn't deserve the honour, and I'm pretty certain you won't b= e the last." Clearly this young man was suffering pangs of guilt and Owen was quick to offer his understanding and support. "I'm sure you did everything in your power to stop the secret from getting out. Only, now that it has, our main concern is to stop these supercharged monsters from= continuing with their reign of terror, and we might accomplish that bette= r if we understood where these powers came from. Come on, come back to the= table. I've a feeling this could be another long night." Sheepishly, Kal did as he was told, his demeanour of First Lord fadi= ng under the solicitude of the older politician. "I have only a few theorie= s to offer you. Our scientists have been busily studying the three worlds,= Krypton, Taurus and Earth and they've made a few discoveries...." Kal wa= s warming to his subject and his face had lost its haunted mein once more. = "Of the three, Krypton has the densest gravity and Earth the lightest, wi= th Taurus somewhere in between. Our physiologists believe that we as a race= , have subsequently developed a denser molecular structure and that affects= some of the things we can do on Earth." West steepled his fingers as he contemplated the information. "Kind= a like our astronauts on the moon; with hardly any gravity at all, each ste= p they made was a giant leap." "So Kryptonians can fly on Taurus too?!" The gravelly voice of General Broderick enquired. "I really wouldn't know. Kryptonians aren't welcome on Taurus and w= e would never break their exclusion zone. To do so would be considered an act of war. We might not like the Taureans and over the years we've had = a few altercations with their junta, but our battles have mostly been with their mercenaries who prey on weaker and less well armed worlds." Again President West was struck by the intrinsic law-abiding nature = of this particular extra-terrestrial. For years now, the people of Earth ha= d debated the question of life on other planets; everything from insidious= viruses to flesh-eating monsters and all-powerful killers. Somehow, very= few speculations had covered the likelihood of a people, pretty much like= his own, just wanting to co-exist in peace and harmony with its neighbour= s. That being so. the diplomat in him recognised that the possibilities of = a treaty with this Krypton were endless.... Nevertheless, the conversation was getting away from him and he returned his attention to the talk that flowed around the table. "Mind you, our scientists believe that the gravitational aspect is only part of the equation." Kal was continuing to the rapt attention of his listeners. "The other powers -- the enhanced senses -- might be explained by the fact that your planet has a yellow sun while Krypton has= a red one. According to the findings, yellow and red suns give off slight= ly different forms of radiation... not enough to harm anyone but enough to make a difference." "Do the people of Earth have these kind of powers on Krypton?" The cultured tones of Lord Drummond-Hayes queried politely. That provoked a hearty laugh from the two leaders of the visiting group as they contemplated a super-charged First Lady. "I'm sure Lois would have loved that! Just think what mischief she could have gotten up= to!" "One thing's for sure; she'd have been even more unbeatable at card games!" Ching had finally been surprised into talking, yet he very quick= ly subsided into his customary silence as his mind reviewed other less humorous scenarios where a Lois with superpowers would have made a great deal of difference to some tragic outcomes. "But that wouldn't make sense," Johnstone put in his two-centsworth.= = "Humans... sorry, Earth humans... would be weaker on Krypton, wouldn't they?" "Yes they are! But not enough to put their lives at risk. We have medications that strengthens the body until it becomes accustomed to our denser atmosphere and different sun. Believe me, I wouldn't have taken Lois to Krypton if it were dangerous for her." It was encouraging that h= is explanations were being followed so intelligently and with a great deal o= f sympathy. Yet Kal was hardly surprised, his dealings with Lois had taugh= t him that the people of Earth were quick witted and intuitive. Perhaps, there was some truth in the ancient legend that Earthlings and Kryptonian= s came from the same seed. He certainly shared some sort of rapport with these people. "Also, Taurus has a yellow sun which would support the scientific theory. But it's a dying sun. Life on Taurus must be growin= g very hazardous and it's why the Taureans are so anxious to find themselve= s another home. If they weren't so combative about the whole thing, the Federation would be happy to help them, but unfortunately, the Taureans' creed is to take what they need by force. " = = "As we've discovered to our cost!" = The President stretched his spine and flexed his muscles. This old metal furniture and the damp air in this leaky damn were playing havoc wi= th his aching back and not for the first time he wished himself back in the comforts of the White House. He just hadn't appreciated its stately char= m or, for that matter, the ultimate accountability of his role as President= . = So many peoples' lives relied on the judgements he would make and not jus= t in his own country. He supposed that he'd always been aware of that altruistic concept but only in an idealistic sense. Watching those aroun= d you die and having to fight for your own life certainly brought home the fact that doing' was much more important than talking'. Once things were= back to normal, he was through with attending these lofty summit meetings= between governments where agreements were reached over the conference table, only to be totally ignored by the same governments' business communities if it meant a reduction in their multi-billion dollar profits= . = Of course, the world needed prosperity, but not at the expense of ruining= the planet for future generations.... "Owen! Mr President!" The soft voice of the First Lord of Krypton cut into his deliberations. "We don't have much time and there's still a= lot to discuss!" "Sorry! Woolgathering!" West shook away the cobwebs and concentrat= ed on the immediate plans. After all, if they didn't get rid of the invader= s, his resolution for the future would be purely academic. "So, let me get this straight. We can destroy the Taureans but we don't have any means o= f defeating the Kry... the other Kryptonians?" "That's correct. Major Klei is working on a number of projects with= the help of our scientists back on Krypton, but so far, nothing seems effective against superpowers." "Seems to me that getting rid of the Taureans would at least halve o= ur problems, though." "You're right, Bert!" Now that a plan of action was being put together, West felt his aches and pains relegated to the background of hi= s subconscious. They didn't exactly go away but for now they could be forgotten in the need to correlate a battle plan. "So we target the Taureans and try to stay out of the way of Nor's men." "That won't be easy!" The General disliked playing devil's advocate= . = He wanted action just as much as the next man, possibly even more, but he= hated the idea of throwing his soldiers into a no win situation. It just= wasn't good tactics. "With that enhanced super- hearing there gonna know= for sure if there's a fight going on... and the minute the Taureans know they're under attack they're gonna call for backup." "Not necessarily! I know these Taureans. They're proud and pig-headed, and they don't like to admit that they need anyone other than= themselves, especially when it comes to fighting." = From out of the shadowy corners of the room, Kal noticed combat-clad= figures appear unobtrusively with steaming mugs which were placed in fron= t of all those around the table. From the heavy aroma, Kal guessed it was coffee and he hoped that his senses were not already sharpening. Super powers weren't something he wished to deal with quite yet, and it would mean that his body was evolving at a much faster rate than on his first visit. Did that mean the effect was cumulative? Had his body retained some hidden traces of the powers and so were assimilating them much faste= r now? = Kal took an explorative sip, this talking was thirsty work, and ah!= = That hurt... thank goodness! He never thought he'd be pleased to have ho= t liquid scald his mouth. A fit of coughing overtook him and Ching helpfully, though not very gently, patted his back. After a moment of th= is draconian treatment, Kal held his hand up in surrender. "Th..." Another= splutter. "Thanks... Ching... I think I'm... fine." Ching sank back int= o his chair, aping his leader by drinking his coffee, but not before blowin= g sensibly on the surface first. "Now, what was I saying?" Ignoring the slight discomfort from his tender mouth Kal hurried on. "Oh yes! I doubt the Taureans will look to= Nor to save them. They might be allies but I'm fairly certain that it's only a merger of expediency. Nor knew that even with the added advantage= of superpowers, he couldn't annex this planet alone. He doesn't have enough followers, especially since he must have had a fairly good idea th= at I would come after him, and that my soldiers would develop the same power= s. No, he needed the Taureans to do most of the dirty work for him..." "And the Taureans saw this as their new home? Damn them!" West wou= ld liked to have used a more colourful expletive, but he was conscious that these visitors were possibly of a more moral bent than their disreputable= counterparts. "That would be my take on the situation. And I'd say that they've agreed to a noninterference policy. There certainly won't be much trust between them. And Nor might not actually mind if some of the Taurean arm= y is destroyed; less competition for who actually controls the planet." "That would certainly concur with the intelligence we've been able t= o pick up from our contacts around the world...." Johnstone shifted edgily= in his seat. He too was anxious to be out and doing something to rid his= land of this blight which had come so unexpectedly and so devastatingly from out of the emptiness of space. "They don't appear to be co-operatin= g very closely with each other. Nor has stationed his men in small conclav= es in the larger capitals of the world... here... Beijing, Moscow...." "Istanbul, Paris, London," Drummond-Hayes took up the tale. "They seem to have a penchant for stately homes and castles. Would you believe= the swine have taken over Buckingham Palace?!" "It's what they're used to." Ching decided to explain, helpfully, thinking of the grand castles and palaces of Krypton. But even if Lord Rad-Nor was used to luxurious living; Ching very much doubted that his soldiers would have lived a comfortable life, apart from his immediate subordinates, of course. Which was probably why these men were enjoying acting like masters of the universe. Uncomfortably, the Major found himself under the Earthlings' scrutiny and he retired, once more, behind his stoic attitude. "Whatever their reasons, it's true," West hurried to fill the awkwar= d breach in conversation. "The Taureans on the other hand have settled int= o abandoned army camps. From what we can see, they're not particularly bothered about comfort...." "Or cleanliness! Have you seen the state of their billets? They're= nigh on pigsties!" It was clear that the dapperly dressed ambassador was= horrified by these invaders habits. "Mind you, it's served our purposes admirably! I had my partisans infect them with a nasty virus. To this day, they don't know what hit them; went down like ninepins until they developed some immunity, which I have to admit was rather quicker than I would have liked." = The courtly gentleman receded into silent regret, not realising that = he had thoroughly shaken his alien guests to their very core. From the mome= nt of stepping from the transporter, Kal-El had been measuring up his newly acquired confederates, trying to gauge their strengths and weakness. His= first impression had been to confine this particular accomplice to the ineffectual; there only as a representative of his government. Now, however, he quickly reassessed his verdict; this man could be deadly and the fact that it was concealed behind an almost foppish exterior, was somehow more unnerving. For the first time, Kal actually felt a tiny shr= ed of sympathy for the Taureans who had been struck down so insidiously. Bu= t there was something else that had been remarked upon that was important..= .. "Your contacts? So you're still able to contact each other? But ho= w? The Taureans and Krytonians must be monitoring the airwaves!" "Exactly!" West's anxiety to prove his peoples' resourcefulness sharpened his voice. "We realised that very quickly. They either traced= our satellite systems or they destroyed them and when we tried to use the= old telephone cables they cut the connections. But we're not totally helpless and we've been able to tap into the network. However, we can't leave the lines open. We break in, make temporary contact for a limited time and then fade into the night. And, of course, that doesn't allow us= to keep in touch worldwide." "So we've resorted to a very old system... not quite tom-toms but ju= st as effective!" Again the Englishman spoke up. "Do you have pigeons on Krypton?" "Pigeons?! Aren't they birds?" "Yes... of the homing variety." = The type of grin that Kal was accustomed to seeing from his Uncle Re= my lit up the courtly face and the unbidden notion that these two old gentleman might deal extremely well together flashed through his mind. "We haven't yet had time to set up a fullscale system of carrier-pigeons, but we are getting there." The elderly peer explained politely, as if conducting a conversation in a fine audience chamber and not in a dark, leaky cellar in the bowels of the earth. "The racing of pigeons is very popular throughout the world, though the carrier system h= as died out in favour of technology. Fortunately, I remembered my time in t= he Secret Service during the war...." The Earth born members of the little conclave noticed with some surprise that Lord Kal- El's head tilted swiftly upwards, as if he were listening to something.... = "I've just been informed of the new arrival of a spacecraft, orbitin= g just outside your atmosphere... a ship belonging to the Generals who rule= Taurus. We've been expecting something like this ever since our intelligence staff picked up the presence of Nor's henchmen amongst the Taurean troops. The Taureans obviously feel that Nor is breaking the agreement by trying to control their men, and they don't like it, so some= of their ruling body have turned up to take charge of the situation." "Just what we need... enemy reinforcements!" Broderick snarled. "Can you prevent them from landing?" A very disconcerted President= asked. "I somehow doubt that an impending power struggle between these Taurean Generals and Nor would be too healthy for our people." "I hate to agree with you on this Owen, but I wouldn't give much chance to anyone who got caught in between these two forces, either. But= hopefully that won't happen. Our policy is to attack outside Earth's atmosphere if we can. I'm not sure if you're aware but your atmosphere isn't in a very healthy state -- we could help you out with that later, i= f you like -- but, for the moment, it means that we'd rather not have a big= firepower battle in your skies." "You mean the global warming?" "Yes! Our scientific communities can discuss this later. Krypton h= ad a similar problem a century or so ago which we managed to put right befor= e things got too out of hand. So maybe your world can learn from our past mistakes. But getting back to the more immediate problem... the Taurean ship is being attacked even as we speak." "You're correct in your assumption, Sire." Lord Kal. Dax's disembodied voice reverberated around the little cave like room. The commander was taking his lead from Kal- El and using voice communications= , trusting in his technical staff to keep his signal covert. "Kinnon's ship= has engaged with the enemy and the destroyer Iola' is closing in to back him up. I'd say we have the old craft outgunned. And maybe, if we can take out the Generals, it might throw the Taureans on the surface into confusion." = "Thank you, Dax. I still need a little more time down here to formalise our plans, but stand by to take us back onboard at our signal. = Oh, and we'll be doubling up in the cages. I've agreed to leave one down= here for the use of our friends and I'd also like to invite President Wes= t to join us for a look over the Gellis-Ver'." A slight grin curled Kal's mouth at the thought of the hard-bitten commander-in-chief naming his newly-commissioned mothership for his youngest daughter. = But the smile swiftly died! What was he hearing? Like a faint echo= from the past on a dark mountainside... a voice. No! The voice! ***** tbc in Part 40 ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 12:01:24 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Universal Union Book3/Part39 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit S P O I L E R S P A C E > You are truly evil Jenni! You really don't need to wait another week.... CM ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 13:36:23 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Shayne T Subject: Child Custody I have a question about child custody that I hope some folcs will be able to answer. If a set of grandparents wanted to gain custody of a child away from the child's natural father, what sort of things would they have to show the court to make that happen? I know that there is a strong tendency for courts to allow children to stay with their parents, sometimes even when it isn't in their best interest. Would the grandparents have to show that the child was in serious danger, or could some lesser standard be used? This all assumes that the grandparents' own child is dead, and they are contesting custody with a widowed in-law. Any help would be appreciated. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 20:17:44 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicola Baker Subject: Re: Charade and Imbalance MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable I'm not around much at the moment, life is a little hectic, but I'm = still reading and enjoying both of these stories! I don't really have anything constructive to say about them, I just = wanted to congratulate Nan and Phil/Wendy on two wonderful stories. And = to ask for more, as usual! Nic ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 15:36:02 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: Child Custody MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/5/01 2:36:54 PM Eastern Daylight Time, byron212@YAHOO.COM writes: > . If a set of grandparents wanted to gain custody of a child away from > the child's natural father, what sort of things would they have to show the > court to make that happen? I know that there is a strong tendency for courts > to allow children to stay with their parents, sometimes even when it isn't > in their best interest. Would the grandparents have to show that the child > was in serious danger, or could some lesser standard be used? > In a word, yes. In most jurisdictions, it is virtually impossible to get custody of a child over a natural parent without proving that the parent is extremely neglectful (i.e. failing to provide adequate housing, food, medical care, supervision, etc.) or physically or sexually abusive. The one exception I can think of would be in the case of a single mother who had sole custody but then died and had named her parents (or someone else) as the guardians of her child. In that case, the natural father would have to go to court to get custody of the child. If the couple had never been married, the father would have more trouble getting custody away from the grandparents. > This all assumes that the grandparents' own child is dead, and they are > contesting custody with a widowed in-law. > If the grandparents are trying to get custody away from a father that was married to the mother (their daughter), the grandparents would have to prove the father was an unfit parent. (Consider, if you will, the O. J. Simpson situation.) Hope this helps. (And hope you aren't planning to kill Lois and have Sam and Ellen try to get custody away from Clark.) Ann ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 18:34:04 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: Re: Child Custody MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Actually, the situation you're describing could get very nasty... assuming the widow-in-law wants to keep his child. If he does, anything less than proving gross incompetence on the part of the father wouldn't be grounds to take the child away. On the other hand, the grandparents *can* petition for visitation (not custody) if the father is unwilling to grant that. I've heard of grandparents trying to take the grandchild due to the illness of the surviving parent (or the disability), and even that is insufficient grounds. Parents have rights... more than they often deserve. Now, if the father *doesn't* want his child (or can't be found after a reasonable period of time, given reasonable effort), the grandparents can adopt (or at the very least be granted legal guardianship). Courts are reluctant to grant adoption to grandparents if their age is over a certain level as well, again for the good of the child. If the father is *willing*, it's all a matter of a few forms... easy as you please. The problem arises when everyone wants the child. You're right, the courts go to amazing lengths to keep children with their natural parents. A student of mine last year is in a documented abusive home, father in prison, and mother incompetent. The courts still won't consider removing the child, because she isn't in actual "danger"... I consider a disgusting house and no school attendance a definate danger, but I don't count . The problem in this case is there is no one outside of foster parents that would take this child, and there are not enough of those to cover the life-threatning situations in the area. Welcome to 2001 :( Hope this made sense, Crys ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 23:31:41 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Slightly OT: Francophone FoLCs, can you help me? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" All right, I'm really confused. Our French CBC has been playing L et C from the start for a couple weeks now. Unlike the English series, they have the titles right after the first commercial for seasons one and two. So, a few days ago they showed Temoin (no article), which according to the French website is Witness - the ep where Lois is in the bathroom and witnesses Winninger's murder... Okay, fine - I had that on my ep list, no problem there. Now today they aired Le Temoin (with the article) - and I can't find it on my ep list to find the English titile. It's the ep with the Superman clone. Is it The Rival, or The Foundling, or something? According to what I have, those titles are translated as Une Star est Nee and Le Globe de Krypton, respectively. So, what's right? I'm mixed up here, and I need some good advice. Since this is sort of off topic for this list, you prolly should write me privately... Thanks! Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 08:21:54 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: NEW: Imbalance Part 8 In-Reply-To: <000a01c10587$2c4c3440$34b4883e@mcbaker> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: QUOTED-PRINTABLE On Thu, 5 Jul 2001 20:17:44 +0100 Nicola Baker=20 wrote: > [...] I just wanted to congratulate Nan and Phil/Wendy on two=20 wonderful stories. And to ask for more, as usual! < [Ask and ye shall receive,Nic -- as long as it's Friday! Hmm...=20 when we left our hero and heroine last time, Clark had just introduced=20 himself to Lois, who, naturally, had a million questions, some of which=20 Clark was prepared to answer -- or not, depending upon... "Whether this... discussion... is two new acquaintances getting to know=20 each other... or an interview." Lois probably wondered if he'd been talking to Lucy... Being Lois,=20 she reserved her decision for the moment and opened with the *big* one: "Okay, Mr Kent -- so who exactly [I]are[/I] you?"] ***** [Now read on:] "Well, actually..." He paused, and his expression was almost modest.=20 "I'm a reporter. Like you, in fact." "Oh, yeah? And you just fly around in spandex in your spare time,=20 right?" "Yeah, that's pretty much it," he surprised her by saying. "Look, Lois,=20 it's true. That suit I was wearing... I keep that for when I'm helping=20 people -- saving lives, preventing accidents, helping at emergencies,=20 that kind of thing. The rest of the time, I'm the guy you see in front=20 of you right now. Clark Kent, former reporter for the Daily Planet." Now she *knew* he was lying! "You haven't done your homework very well,=20 Mr Kent, if you don't know that *I* work at the Planet -- and so I=20 *know* you've never worked there." He was smiling again -- that same smile which proclaimed that he had a=20 trick or two up his sleeve yet. "Ah, but I didn't work for *your* Daily=20 Planet. Lois," he added quickly before she could interrupt him, "don't=20 you think it's strange that no-one's heard about me before now?" Well, of course, that had occurred to her; she just hadn't got around=20 to asking him about it yet. Glowering at him to show that she really=20 wasn't buying much of this, she asked in a voice heavy with sarcasm,=20 "So, exactly which Daily Planet do-- did you work for?" "I could tell you that, Lois, but I'm not sure you're ready to believe=20 it yet," he answered her. "So, instead, why don't we stick to my alter=20 ego for now? You have some questions, I assume?" "Your alter ego... Spandex-Man, I assume you mean," she began, but he=20 interrupted her again, this time with a broad grin. "That's *Super*man," he informed her. "Oh, puh-lease!" Her disgust was as obvious from her expression as her=20 tone of voice. But he didn't seem bothered by her reaction; in fact, his grin merely=20 grew broader. "Hey, don't blame me for the name. It wasn't my idea."=20 And then his face softened again and his voice took on a reminiscent=20 tone. "I was given that name by someone special. Someone very like you,=20 Lois." "I doubt it," she threw at him. There he went again with the "someone=20 very like you" bit. Lois' curiosity was screaming at her, but she=20 wasn't going to give in to it -- not until she knew a whole lot more=20 about this guy, what he was and what he was really doing, showing up=20 out of nowhere like this. Not to mention using words like "special" and=20 "very like you, Lois" in the same sentence! But, remembering that this was actually supposed to be her chance to=20 get the full scoop on this guy, whether as an acquaintance or an=20 interview subject, she allowed her body language to relax. "So...=20 'Superman', Clark Kent, whoever you are... who -- and what -- exactly=20 *are* you? Are you human? Alien? Mechanical? A cyborg?" A fleeting smile crossed his lips before he replied, "I'm a man, Lois.=20 But I'm also what you'd call an alien -- I'm from another planet.=20 Originally, that is; I was brought up on Earth -- in Kansas, as it=20 happens." "You expect me to believe that an alien from outer space lands on Earth=20 -- in Kansas, of all places -- looking exactly like a human?" Lois=20 shook her head in disbelief. Clark Kent simply smiled again in that aggravating manner, resuming his=20 seat on the sofa opposite. "Is it so hard to believe?" he asked softly.=20 "If I hadn't shown you some of the things I could do, I'd understand=20 your scepticism -- but you've seen how fast I can move. You've flown=20 with me! You know there was nothing holding me up; it was all me. What=20 else could I be?" "A scientific experiment?" she threw at him. "It might be possible; my=20 father's done some experimental research into cyborg technology, and I=20 know it's possible to create people as strong as you are." "I wouldn't be so sure of that," he parried in return. "I think you may=20 find that I'm stronger than you realise. As for these cyborgs of your=20 father's... can they fly?" "Let's say I give you the benefit of the doubt," she offered. "You tell=20 me about yourself, and I'll listen." Raising an eyebrow in her direction, he settled back into his seat and=20 began to talk. "Okay. I've introduced myself as Clark Kent, and that's=20 the name I've had almost all my life, but I was born Kal-El, son of=20 Jor-El and Lara, on the planet Krypton. That's not in this solar=20 system, or even this galaxy," he explained helpfully. "Not long after I was born, it became apparent that Krypton was doomed.=20 There was no time to evacuate, and the ruling council forbade any=20 attempts at escape, but my parents worked secretly to build a spaceship=20 and a navigation device. They decided to send me to Earth because they=20 knew Kryptonians were biologically compatible with humans. So, at=20 barely a couple of months old, I was sent to Earth. My spaceship landed=20 in a Kansas field, and I was found by two wonderful people, Jonathan=20 and Martha Kent. They adopted me and brought me up as their son." He=20 grimaced suddenly and swallowed; watching him, Lois had the strangest=20 feeling that there was some great sorrow in his past. "What happened to the Kents?" she asked, her tone uncharacteristically=20 gentle. "They died. Automobile accident, when I was ten," he answered, his=20 voice suddenly husky. In a more normal tone, he added, "It was around=20 then that I started to develop my powers. I found I could move much=20 faster than I should have been able to -- and, over the following few=20 years, I started being able to see through things, to hear things from=20 long distances away, and eventually, to float and then fly." "What happened to you after the Kents died?" Lois asked, ignoring=20 temporarily his explanation of the development of his powers. He shrugged. "Foster homes, that sort of thing." She could tell that=20 the brief response hid more than it revealed, and, to her surprise, she=20 felt an ache in her heart for the lonely, bereaved boy he must have=20 been. She had to force herself to concentrate on the story. 'Facts,=20 Lois, facts,' she reminded herself harshly. "So you say your birth parents sent you away from Krypton as a=20 two-month-old baby. And yet you know about that, and why they did it?"=20 she asked sceptically. Clark smiled wryly to himself; this Lois was certainly at least as good=20 a reporter as the other Clark's Lois. She wasn't going to buy his story=20 that easily. He couldn't blame her for her disbelief, and yet a part of=20 him was disappointed. He could prove it, of course; he had his ship's=20 navigation device, the Globe, back at his hotel. But he'd hoped not to=20 have to use that to convince her, although he wasn't really sure why. 'Of course you know why, Kent!' he told himself impatiently. It was=20 that soul-mates thing again; ever since the other Lois had told him=20 that she and her Clark were true soul-mates, he'd longed to find *his*=20 mate -- the one woman he could have a deep and lasting relationship=20 with. He'd believed that that woman would be *his* Lois, the Lois Lane=20 of his universe. But his Lois was dead, and H.G. Wells had ultimately=20 conceded that there was just no way of altering that state of affairs. For the first time since Wells had persuaded him that this=20 universe-switch was the right thing to do, Clark began to have doubts.=20 What if *this* Lois was not the right woman for him? What if *he*=20 wasn't the right Clark Kent for her? She certainly showed no signs of=20 being attracted to him, in either guise. Maybe it had been too=20 simplistic to assume that he could just jump from one universe to=20 another and find his true soul-mate. But he couldn't give up yet. Not without trying... He realised that Lois was still waiting for the answer to her question.=20 "You're right, I couldn't possibly have known. But my parents sent a=20 device with me, in which they'd recorded some messages. A few years=20 ago, that device communicated with me and told me about them, about=20 myself and about Krypton. So that's how I know." As he'd expected, she countered with, "And where is that device now?=20 You *do* still have it, don't you?" "I do," he told her. "And if you still doubt me when we've finished=20 this discussion, I'll take you to it and show it to you." She shrugged, leaving him unsure whether she believed him or not.=20 "Okay, let's leave that aside for now. What is it you want?" 'What do I want... oh, Lois, if I told you the truth, you'd call the=20 shrinks!' he mused. "I want a couple of things. One, I want to be able=20 to use my powers to help people, but I also want a normal life. I want=20 to be Clark Kent, reporter, and for Superman to be accepted as a=20 friendly, trusted super-hero." "Okay, so let's assume I believe that," she threw back. "What do you=20 want from *me*?" "Again, a couple of things. I want you to write about Superman, but=20 without mentioning Clark Kent. I want you to write that Superman is=20 here to help. You can be critical and questioning if you like, but I=20 don't want hysterical alien-invasion coverage. You can make a huge=20 difference to the way I'm perceived, and I know that I can trust you to=20 be fair. I've read enough of your work to know that you don't deal in=20 scandal-mongering or mass hysteria." "So I get the exclusive story on the arrival of Superman? Plus an=20 interview?" she quickly demanded. "Sure. And, if you help me with my other request, you get a lot more=20 besides." "And what is that other request?" "I told you, I want to be Clark Kent, reporter," he answered. "I want=20 to work at the Planet -- preferably with you." She was staring at him in apparent disbelief. "Quite apart from=20 wondering what makes you think I'd want to carry a partner, I don't=20 know why you think I'd be able to get you a job at the Planet. Perry=20 White doesn't hire just anyone." "Oh, I have all the testimonials and evidence I need," he drawled. "My=20 r=E9sum=E9 states that I'm an award-winning investigative reporter with=20 several years' experience on a large city paper. In fact, my r=E9sum=E9 is= =20 about as good as yours, both on paper and in reality, so you needn't=20 think you'll be carrying a rookie." "Really." Her voice was flat, unconvinced. "Really. And, if you get me that job, then I'm sure you can imagine=20 what we can achieve together, given what you know of my abilities. If=20 you're not yet convinced of just how useful I could be, I'll be happy=20 to give you a further demonstration." "Bribery, Kent?" Her eyebrow lifted in a sardonic gesture. "And this=20 r=E9sum=E9 of yours... I believe, earlier in this discussion, you claimed= =20 to work for the Daily Planet. Is that what it says?" His smile was genuinely amused. "Oh, no. But an equally good paper, as=20 it happens-- well, almost; just one that's now sadly defunct." This time, she seemed to think she'd scored a direct hit. "Sounds like=20 forgery to me -- false credentials?" "Not exactly." He inhaled deeply, wondering what else he could say to=20 convince this woman that he could be trusted. He couldn't believe how=20 naive he'd been; he'd thought this was going to be so easy. "Lois,=20 there *is* an explanation for what I've told you about working for the=20 Planet. The trouble is, I know you're not ready to believe me right=20 now, so you're going to have to wait for that one." She bristled at that, and he held his hands out placatingly. "Lois,=20 please, before you get mad, stop and think about this: you're having a=20 hard enough time accepting who and what I am right now; what I've told=20 you already, I freely admit, is pretty weird -- but there's more to=20 come, and that's even weirder! What I'm trying to do is give you a=20 chance to come to terms with what you already know. Believe me, I know=20 from recent experience what it's like to have one weird idea after=20 another thrown at you, and I'm trying to avoid confusing you that way. "You see, Lois, I do want you to know everything, but you need to be=20 able to appreciate what it means, and that will take time. There are=20 some things about where I come from that I don't want anyone else to=20 know, and I hope that you'll understand why, once you know it all. "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm manipulating you, or don't trust=20 you..." Lois' brow went up at that. "...because I'm not, and I do, but=20 it's necessary. That may sound incredibly presumptuous of me, but all I=20 can do is to promise that I *will* explain everything to you,=20 eventually, and ask you to trust me. For what it's worth, I realise=20 that, once you know everything, I will have to trust *you* not to spill=20 the beans -- and that includes keeping my identity secret. If it comes=20 to that, you already know enough to ruin any chance I have of a normal=20 life, but that was deliberate on my part; I know I'm asking a lot of=20 you, so I decided that you needed a quid pro quo -- I'm prepared to=20 trust you, and I hope you can do the same for me. "For now, I just need you to accept that I am who and what I've told=20 you -- Clark Kent, from Krypton by way of Kansas, and a friend. Or=20 someone who wants to be your friend." "Yes?" Her tone was cool and professional -- and sceptical. "And if I=20 do a search, I'll find that Clark Kent from Kansas exists?" Clark silently thanked Wells' thorough preparatory work; thanks to the=20 time-traveller, Lois would indeed find records of Clark Kent. "You=20 might have trouble finding anyone who knows me, but the records are=20 there." They looked at each other for a few moments, equally level gazes=20 locked. Then, in order to break what was becoming an impasse, Clark=20 repeated his earlier offer. "Do you want a further demonstration of=20 what I can do? Just think how much easier some of your investigations=20 could be with x-ray vision, super-hearing and super-speed to help." "Why me?" she threw back at him. "You seem to have gone to a lot of=20 trouble, Mr Kent. You know an awful lot about me. Why do you want to=20 work with *me*?" "Because you're the best," he replied simply. She stared at him for a long moment and, without realising it, he held=20 his breath. "Okay, Kent, I'll go with it. For now." He exhaled sharply and grinned broadly, extending his hand in her=20 direction. "Thanks... partner." After some hesitation, she held out her own hand to grasp his. "Partner=20 -- but you're on trial. Remember that." 'I'm not likely to forget it,' he thought wryly -- not with Lois'=20 current attitude, he wasn't. But, hopefully, time would soften that.=20 For now, he was prepared to be content with this beginning; one more=20 piece of the life that he wanted to build for himself was in place. It occurred to him, as he released her hand, hoping that she wouldn't=20 think that he had held it too long, that it would be a good idea to=20 show Lois just what their working partnership could be like -- and it=20 might also help her persuade Mr White to give him that job. "Well,=20 partner," he said, "do you want to start work on our first story?" "What story is that... Kent?" Clark didn't miss the hesitation before she said his name. Apparently,=20 she wasn't comfortable with the idea of having a partner -- which=20 wasn't too surprising, from some of the snide comments he'd heard that=20 day at the Planet. Well, okay, he'd just have to show her that her new=20 partner could be both loyal and discreet. "I had in mind the weird=20 happenings at the Fantasy World Theme Park tonight," he said. "Sounds=20 like news to me. How do you think we should play it?" *That* gave Lois pause for thought. Just how much of what had really=20 happened tonight did she want to tell the world -- yet, anyway? On the=20 one hand, she did have a *big* scoop here -- the appearance of=20 Spandex-- uh, Superman -- but, since no-one else had seen him (she=20 thought), would anyone *believe* her? Would *Perry* believe her, even=20 if she could produce the guy? Perry... now, he could be a problem. If she wrote everything that had=20 happened, he'd want to know what she was doing in the park in the first=20 place -- and he would *not* be pleased to learn that she'd been=20 suckered into a trap by an Intergang assassin, even if she had come out=20 of it with the biggest scoop ever, in the person of a flying alien=20 ('But he doesn't *look* like an alien,' part of her whispered. 'In=20 fact, he looks pretty darn amazing...') who'd rescued her from "certain=20 death" in the best movie-serial tradition. Add to that the fact that mentioning Superman would, once she'd=20 convinced everyone that she wasn't crazy, instantly put the competition=20 on the alert, potentially imperilling her promised exclusive (not the=20 story itself, but its impact and scope, and Lois found that she wanted=20 to be the one to tell the world *everything* that it ought to know=20 about Kent's alter ego), and it wasn't difficult to decide that=20 whatever she-- okay, *they* wrote about tonight would have to be very=20 selective in what it described. "Hmmm... good question, Kent. I'd just as soon not announce that I was=20 involved -- not yet, anyway. What about you? Do you want this to be=20 Superman's first public appearance?" The way in which she asked that question was outwardly off-hand, but=20 Clark wasn't fooled; there was more than a hint of steel under that=20 nonchalant tone, and he was certain that this was a test. He knew as=20 well as she did that there was no good way to involve Superman in the=20 story without mentioning Lois' presence as well -- which she didn't=20 want known. He wasn't quite sure why, but it didn't really matter;=20 Clark could think of a number of possible reasons, not least of which=20 was to keep the people who'd tried to kill her in the dark as to how=20 she'd escaped, and thus off-balance. Which meant that her "offer" had=20 to be a way of finding out just how big his ego was: would he insist=20 that they publicise his rescue, despite the lack of witnesses and=20 collaborative evidence -- even from the rescuee? He chuckled. "*What* public, Lois?" he quipped. "No-one else saw what=20 happened, and you just said you don't want to tell anyone that you were=20 there." He watched her relax the tiniest amount, and knew he'd passed=20 this test. "No, I think we need to find another angle," he went on.=20 "How about 'unexplained vandalism'? I mean, if you look at what's=20 actually known to have occurred -- leaving out murder attempts and=20 aerial rescues..." ***** [And so to work... Hmmm... could a certain by-line be about to make its=20 first appearance? Find out next time -- and what certain people think=20 about it.] Phil, off to do my bit to raise scientific understanding amongst the=20 public -- I'm a guest at a local SF con this weekend. Admittedly, it is=20 rather preaching to the converted... ;) ---- Gravity is a Downer... So let's go flying! -- so sayeth Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 09:23:34 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: Re: Slightly OT: Francophone FoLCs, can you help me? In-Reply-To: <3.0.5.32.20010705233141.00963100@pop.intergate.ca> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII On Thu, 5 Jul 2001 23:31:41 -0700 Melisma wrote: > Now today they [CBC] aired Le Temoin (with the article) - and I can't find it on my ep list to find the English titile. It's the ep with the Superman clone. < That's "Vatman", Melisma. Phil ------------------------------------------ (Dr) P.A. Atcliffe Senior Lecturer, Faculty of Engineering University of the West of England, Bristol Phone: +44 (0)117 344 2496 Fax: +44 (0)117 344 3800 Email: Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 14:06:22 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: Slightly OT: Francophone FoLCs, can you help me? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey Mel :) > Now today they aired Le Temoin (with the article) - and I can't find > it on my ep list to find the English titile. It's the ep with the Superman > clone. Is it The Rival, or The Foundling, or something? According to what I > have, those titles are translated as Une Star est Nee and Le Globe de > Krypton, respectively. So, what's right? I'm mixed up here, and I need some > good advice. Okay, the Superman clone episode is Vatman, and the French title is 'Le Sosie' (which means 'the lookalike'). Strange that your network called it 'Le Temoin'...I only know of the episode Temoin (Witness) but there was never any episode called 'Le Temoin' on M6. Hope this helps! Helene :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaethel Kaethel@wanadoo.fr "Ham and eggs - A day's work for a chicken; A lifetime commitment for a pig." - Anon. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 06:39:35 -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: Charade and Imbalance MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thank you Nicola. My cushion is now essentially gone. I'll have the next part up as soon as I'm happy with the part that will be going up on the message boards. They're exactly one post ahead of the e-list . Nan Nicola Baker wrote: > I'm not around much at the moment, life is a little hectic, but I'm still reading and enjoying both of these stories! > > I don't really have anything constructive to say about them, I just wanted to congratulate Nan and Phil/Wendy on two wonderful stories. And to ask for more, as usual! > > Nic ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 09:39:57 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Natascha Kortum Subject: Re: NEW: Imbalance Part 7+8 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Yay, I have finally caught up! :))) S P O I L E R S P A C E Wow, Wendy, Phil, this is absolutely intriguing! I was ROTFL when Lois tried to outrun Superman in part 6, felt her hesitation and anxiety when she realized that she was in fact flying, and I tremendously enjoyed her thoughts on his grin/smiles when he was telling her his life story. :) At first I couldn't believe that Clark was so daring. He had complete faith in Lois, even though he should know that Lois is not easily convinced. But it made perfect sense when you mentioned the soulmate concept (must have been Phil writing this part ). I felt with him when he chided himself for his naivety. But I can also understand his disappointment when she didn't believe him right away. BTW, thank you for making this Lois so smart and sarcastic. I mean it was to be suspected but I appreciate it anyway. ;) Unbelievable, how little time it took her to figure out where she knew him from. :) What took me completely off guard was when Lois agreed to partner up with him! That will be interesting. I can't wait for the article, Perry's reaction, and everything else coming up. Natascha _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 06:58:38 -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: Charade: Part 18/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sorry The next part is almost as bad. Nan Carol L Moncado wrote: > *sigh* You had to leave it there didn't you?! > > Enjoying this as always, and can't wait for more! > > CM ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 07:00:31 -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: Charade MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sorry. The next couple of parts are almost as bad. Nan Laurie Dunn wrote: > Now, Nan. You aren't going to leave us here for long, ARE YOU?? Great > story! > > LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 07:10:51 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: Slightly OT: Francophone FoLCs, can you help me? In-Reply-To: <001701c10614$4c3d8fa0$8b6cfac1@oemcomputer> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 02:06 PM 06/07/2001 +0200, you wrote: >Okay, the Superman clone episode is Vatman, and the French title is 'Le >Sosie' (which means 'the lookalike'). Strange that your network called it >'Le Temoin'...I only know of the episode Temoin (Witness) but there was >never any episode called 'Le Temoin' on M6. > >Hope this helps! > >Helene :) > >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >Kaethel Thanks, Helene! Yeah, this seems strange, but oh well... I just put a note in my list... Le Sosie, AKA Le Temoin. So I don't get mixed up when I'm looking to watch it or label it, and stuff... Ho hum... It's off to graduation for me today... These twelve weeks have gone by in a blur! Melisma (relieved, under her Rock - for the moment under her Rock, that is :) Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 10:47:02 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: Charade MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 07/06/2001 10:01:54 AM Eastern Daylight Time, deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes: << Sorry. The next couple of parts are almost as bad. >> Please hurry up and finish. I want to read this!!! -L ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 12:47:41 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: NEW: Imbalance Part 8 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Pretty much all I have to say is, Great as always and More soon! CM (who thinks Phil could come up with some excuse to post in the middle of the week again!) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 12:50:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Jor-El question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey there all! Everyone has been so great about helping out lately that I thought I'd add my own question (again!) how does CK refer to Jor-El? I mean does he say "my father", "my biological father" or what? My own inclination is to say Jor-El is his father with Jonathan as "dad" and the two of them - M and J - "parents" or "folcs", er, "folks". Any takers? Thanks! CM ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 13:04:20 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Jor-El question In-Reply-To: <20010706.125006.-192435.3.cmoncado@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Father sounds right for Jor-El James --- Carol L Moncado wrote: > Hey there all! > > Everyone has been so great about helping out > lately that I thought I'd > add my own question (again!) > > how does CK refer to Jor-El? I mean does he > say "my father", "my > biological father" or what? > > My own inclination is to say Jor-El is his > father with Jonathan as "dad" > and the two of them - M and J - "parents" or > "folcs", er, "folks". > > Any takers? > > Thanks! > > CM ===== She...also...dismissed men wearing glasses - Everyone knew that Superman had perfect sight, so he certainly wouldn't need glasses. - Susan Bantram from Personal Loyalties by C. Leuch, which can be found at http://www.lcfanfic.com/stories/2001/personal.txt __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 18:47:57 +0930 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jill Kaye Subject: Re: Jor-El question In-Reply-To: <20010706200420.75928.qmail@web12105.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Doesn't he call Jor-El his father in BGDF when he was talking to Lois? Or was it in TAGD? ~Larissa~ Father sounds right for Jor-El >James >--- Carol L Moncado wrote: >> Hey there all! >> >> Everyone has been so great about helping out >> lately that I thought I'd >> add my own question (again!) >> >> how does CK refer to Jor-El? I mean does he >> say "my father", "my >> biological father" or what? >> >> My own inclination is to say Jor-El is his >> father with Jonathan as "dad" >> and the two of them - M and J - "parents" or >> "folcs", er, "folks". >> >> Any takers? >> >> Thanks! >> >> CM > > >===== >She...also...dismissed men wearing glasses - Everyone knew that Superman >had perfect sight, so he certainly wouldn't need glasses. > - Susan Bantram from Personal Loyalties by C. Leuch, which can be found >at http://www.lcfanfic.com/stories/2001/personal.txt > >__________________________________________________ >Do You Yahoo!? >Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail >http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 11:04:04 -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: Charade: Part 19/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Charade: Part 19 by Nan Smith "I wondered about this place," Lois said. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the scent from the sea bird rookery. "I thought that maybe there were caves in the cliff, but I never imagined how far they went." Mamba nodded. "The island is full of them, some man-made, some not. Luthor and his wife added to them until there's a whole system of tunnels and caverns down here in the rock." "We noticed," Jimmy said. "How often is this place used? How long before they find us?" "Well, we're beyond the power generator room," Mamba said. "Almost no one ever comes here anymore. Of course, they will, eventually. I hope your husband and Superman find us first, Miss Lane." "So do I," Lois said. "I have no interest in finding out what will happen if Arianna Carlin gets her hands on us." "She'll kill us," Mamba said, without hesitation. "She can't afford to let you two go, and she told me the only time I tried to get away, that the next time she'd kill me. She never bluffs." "That's something I wanted to ask," Jimmy said. "Who's in charge here, Luthor or Arianna Carlin?" "Arianna Luthor," Mamba said. "She's the boss. She engineered Luthor's escape from prison, and set up that whole situation with the wedding and the type B Lois and Luthor clones. She even had Luthor fooled for awhile." He grimaced. "She helped him with the scheme involving the Superman clone and the Type A Luthor clone as well--the one now in prison on Stryker's Island. If it had worked--well, you know what would probably have happened." Mamba shuddered. "She brought Luthor to this island to hide out until you, Miss Lane, could be brought here--or so she said." He smiled a trifle sourly. "Luthor should have known better, but Arianna is very believable." "I guess that wasn't what she really had in mind," Jimmy said. "Arianna Carlin would never have handed the man she loved to another woman," Lois interjected, with certainty. "Especially not me." "Of course not," Mamba said. "I'm not certain what the actual plan was, but it didn't involve bringing you here, Miss Lane. Once she had him here, under her control, he was hers. She promised to help him rebuild his empire if he would re-marry her. Luthor was always a pragmatist, you know. They've been running Caribbean Imports together, ever since, and they're slowly re-amassing the power and control they had with LexCorp. His only restriction is that he's never allowed to leave the island. He's the head of Caribbean Imports, but the people here are loyal to her. He's as much a prisoner as I am. If he escapes--or if something happens to her--she has it set up so he'll be exposed, the company destroyed, and he'll be put back in prison. I said Luthor was a pragmatist." "I know," Lois said. "Dr. Mamba," Jimmy wasn't going to let the subject drop before he found out everything he wanted to know. "Why the clones? Why is he cloning us?" "I'll bet it has to do with the companies that work with him, doesn't it?" Lois said. Mamba nodded. "Yes." "Let me guess, and you can tell me if I'm wrong. He brings various owners of successful companies here and tries to enlist them into some kind of cooperation scheme. The ones that won't go along with him get replaced with clones that will. Am I right?" Mamba looked slightly taken aback, but nodded. "More or less." "Is Asabi on the island?" Lois asked. Mamba shook his head. "He comes here four or five times a year. He's due in a few days." "Why am I not surprised," Jimmy muttered. Mamba gave a bark of humorless laughter. "I was a researcher before I let them drag me into this. Do you know what I'd give to go back to that, now?" "A lot, I'd imagine," Jimmy said. "Maybe if we can take them down, you can." "If we get out alive," Mamba said, "I'm leaving the country. I'm going to settle down in some obscure South American village, change my name and dedicate my life to treating the underprivileged kids, or something." "I'd say it's better than this," Jimmy said. "Are they *ever* going to shut off that alarm?" As he spoke, the tooth-grating sound went quiet. Silence descended like a blanket, and a squawk from one of the sea birds nearly made Lois jump. The vibration of the power generator seemed louder in the silence. "Lois." The amplified voice echoing through the cavern made her skin crawl. "Lois, I know you're here. The exits have been blocked off. You can't get away." "Luthor," Jimmy whispered. "Hiding won't do any good," Luthor's voice continued. "We'll find you. You might as well come out now." "They'll have to hunt for us," Lois said. "That will take time. Besides, Superman will be looking for us--if he isn't already. We've got to hold out as long as we can." "Lois," Luthor's voice continued, "be reasonable. If you come out now, I'll spare your friend's life, along with yours. Isn't that better than the alternative?" "Not a chance," Jimmy said, in a whisper. "He lies too easily," Lois said. "The trouble with his promises is that they're always subject to his convenience." Mamba gulped, but nodded. "I hope Superman hurries." Lois bit her lip. "Me, too." She didn't like being the hunted, although she had been exactly that more than once. It was frustrating to feel helpless when she was used to being proactive in any situation. Waiting for Clark to come and help them went against the grain. Besides, if Mamba was right about Lex having a piece of Kryptonite, Clark could be walking--or flying--directly into a trap. But, was there anything that she could do to shift the odds, even a little? Jimmy had apparently been thinking along similar lines. Not long ago, she wouldn't have been impressed but in the last few days, she had developed a healthy respect for Jimmy's intelligence and capability. Now, he said, "Doctor Mamba, didn't I hear that guy say they're having trouble with their power generator?" The older man nodded. "Yes. We've been having problems with it ever since the lightning strike the other night." "You mean, lightning hit the generator? I'm surprised it's running at all!" "No, but the strike was a near miss. It did a lot of damage." "I can believe that," Jimmy said. "We've had several short-term power outages. A repair crew is due tomorrow morning." "In other words," Jimmy said, "if the power was to go out again, nobody would think it was unusual." "Well, no. But how are you going to manage it?" Jimmy smiled grimly. "Help me get to the computer in the generator room, and give me five minutes, and I'll guarantee they'll have more trouble with it than they can handle." Mamba looked thoughtful. "There's a man who monitors the generator at night. He checks the readings every fifteen minutes. He was on his rounds when we came through." "So there's only one?" "I think so. There might be a guard there now with this search for us going on, though." "The only way to find out is to go see," Lois said. "Maybe they haven't had time to get a guard here, yet." Mamba swallowed convulsively and nodded. The man was rightfully afraid, but she had to give him credit for courage. Come to think of it, what he had done when he had brought them CJ had shown a fair amount of courage, as well as a trace of ethics. Of course, he knew very well what Lex's promises were worth--and his gratitude. If Lex or Arianna got their hands on him, he was dead, anyway. She concluded they could count on him for anything that didn't involve much physical courage. Well, she and Jimmy could take care of that part. "Come on," she said, "the longer we wait, the more likely we are to get caught." ********** Clark started when he heard the loudspeaker echoing through the hallways. Luthor had decided Lois was in here, all right. He had to find her first; that was all there was to it. He moved fast whenever there was no one to observe him, but the corners and sharp turns in the passages made it all but impossible to move too quickly to be seen, so he held himself to human speed whenever there were observers--and it seemed that personnel were emerging from rooms everywhere he looked. Lois's heartbeat was somewhere to the southwest and above him, and for awhile he wondered if she and Jimmy had somehow gotten out of the tunnels, but he finally concluded they were still down here, somewhere. Still, there seemed to be countless tunnels and branching hallways. He kept moving in the general direction of her heartbeat, holding himself to a fast walk even though every instinct screamed for him to move faster. He reached an intersection where eight hallways branched like the spokes of a wheel and, after a moment of indecision, chose the one that seemed to lead most nearly in her direction. Within minutes the tunnel turned at right angles and then turned back again and had been crossed several times by other tunnels. What had been in the minds of the people who had designed this maze, he wondered, briefly. He kept himself headed in her general direction, trying not to attract attention. If Luthor realized Superman was here, he had several other bargaining chips in his arsenal. The other guests up at the mansion were unaware of what was transpiring, but he was sure neither Luthor nor Arianna would hesitate for an instant to use them against him. For a few moments, he considered burrowing through the rock to reach Lois, but what if it caused the tunnels to collapse? He couldn't risk the lives of perhaps over a hundred people down here. And, all at once, the lights went out. The low hum of the generator died. ********** "Can you get it?" Lois asked Jimmy in a whisper. The young man was studying a monitor full of gibberish, from her point of view, but for a computer wizard like Jimmy it was probably completely understandable. Jimmy didn't answer. His fingers were now flying over the keyboard, changing settings and doing who knew what else, she thought. His forehead was creased in a frown of concentration, and he obviously either hadn't heard her, or perhaps couldn't spare the attention to reply. Maybe it would be better not to bother him, she decided. She didn't like it a bit when anyone pestered her while she was in the middle of writing a story, with the notable exception of Clark. Jimmy was an artist when it came to a computer and could be trusted to do a good job without someone leaning over his shoulder. She moved over to Isaac Mamba, who was peering out the door. "Anyone?" "Not yet. How much longer, Miss Lane?" "Not long. Jimmy's very efficient." "He's due in two minutes." "Maybe he's taking a nap," Lois said, hopefully. "Not now," Mamba said. "He's got to keep a constant eye on everything until they can make the permanent repairs. He's just doing his rounds, and he'll be here on time." "Done," Jimmy said, suddenly. "Let's get out of here." They retreated toward their former hiding place. Lois glanced at the overhead lights. "I don't see any difference." "Just wait," Jimmy said. "I put a time delay on it." "What did you do?" "You'll see." He grinned suddenly, and for a second he looked much like the younger Jimmy she had known when he first came to the Planet, always ripe for a little harmless mischief. "It should throw a real wrench into their works." "Why do I think you're enjoying this?" Lois asked. Jimmy chuckled. "Because I am. I never got a chance to get my own back against Luthor, after he blew up the Planet. He tried to ruin my life and the lives of my friends. Now's my chance to pay him back a little." Lois concealed her surprise. She had never realized before, the depth of Jimmy's feelings over Lex's treachery back then--but why shouldn't he have been angry? Lex used people as if they were his pawns to push around a chessboard. He had no feeling for others, except in the sense of how they could be used to further his ends. In a way, it was ironic that his own ex-wife, whom he had probably used in a similar way, in the beginning, had finally outmaneuvered him. They were well suited for each other, she thought. Arianna was as much of a sociopath as her husband. Evidently, she had decided that if she couldn't have his love, she would settle for tying him to her any way she could. It must make for an interesting married life, she decided, almost whimsically. Lois, too, had been hurt back then, especially when she discovered how Lex had deceived her, but why should she have assumed she was the only victim? She had been only the latest of many. The fact that Clark, Perry, Jimmy and Jack had banded together and saved her from the biggest mistake of her life was something she would never forget, but Lex had hurt them, too. Jimmy had every right to enjoy his chance to throw a spanner in Lex's works. They settled into the place they had chosen in one of the natural caves not far from the sea bird rookery and the holes in the cliff face. The lights were dim here, only reflections from the fluorescent bulbs in the corridor. The three of them huddled together in a dark corner, behind irregular rock formations and tumbled boulders where they could see the entrance and yet not be seen. Jimmy checked the dimly glowing face of his watch. "Three...two...one..." On his whispered "Zero," the lights were extinguished. Complete darkness crashed down. ********** (tbc) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 15:37:09 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Naked Martha Question In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Which episode did Jonathan come to Metropolis and show Clark 'the' picture? James ===== She...also...dismissed men wearing glasses - Everyone knew that Superman had perfect sight, so he certainly wouldn't need glasses. - Susan Bantram from Personal Loyalties by C. Leuch, which can be found at http://www.lcfanfic.com/stories/2001/personal.txt __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 15:59:29 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Betty Cheng Subject: Re: Naked Martha Question In-Reply-To: <20010707223709.90444.qmail@web12108.mail.yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi James, The episode is Ides of Metropolis, where Lois harbours a fugitive Eugene whom she believes to be innocent. She asks Clark for "blackmail information" and Clark says his mom may be having an affair. Hope this helps, Simba -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of JaT Sent: July 7, 2001 3:37 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Naked Martha Question Which episode did Jonathan come to Metropolis and show Clark 'the' picture? James ===== She...also...dismissed men wearing glasses - Everyone knew that Superman had perfect sight, so he certainly wouldn't need glasses. - Susan Bantram from Personal Loyalties by C. Leuch, which can be found at http://www.lcfanfic.com/stories/2001/personal.txt __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 17:08:35 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: lcfic Subject: Message Board Index Update through July 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi FoLCs! Several new stories and vignettes, lots of new story parts, and a couple of new tocs this week! Links on the L&C Message Board Index and Links page at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/lnc.html New stories this week: AMBITION: WENDY RICHARDS & TANK WILSON CLARK'S LAMENT COMPLETE VIGNETTE KESHANDRA PHOENIX RISING: JIMMY'S SISTER REWRITE OF THE WEDDING SCENE IN 'I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU', A COMPLETE VIGNETTE KESTREL73 (AKA LOTE TREE) New part(s) posted: AFTERMATH: AERM1 BRAVE NEW WORLD (KAL'S STORY): CHRISH CAMPAIGN, THE: KESTREL73 (AKA LOTE TREE) CHARADE: NAN SMITH HEARTS DIVIDED: PAM JERNIGAN IMBALANCE: PHIL ATCLIFFE AND WENDY RICHARDS LONELY IS THE MAN: JONWOLFFE PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY: ZOOMWAY SURFACING MEMORIES: KAETHEL SURVIVAL OF THE SIGNIFICANT: MANOFSTEEL30 (AKA SCOTT J VINNACOMBE) UNIVERSAL UNION: JENNI DEBBAGE Completed stories this week: none New TOC's CAMPAIGN, THE: KESTREL73 (AKA LOTE TREE) SURFACING MEMORIES: KAETHEL Added to the Archive this week: Landing Lessons by Nicola Baker Poet by Shayne Terry Serial Vengeance by Tank Wilson Enjoy! Dawn & the Index Crew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 19:23:46 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: The Case of the Disappearing Clark, final MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit If you'll recall - L and C had just fallen asleep on the couch together... ***** For Tank: And then Bureau 39 barged in with Kryptonite. Clark was still without his powers and was unable to stop the bad guys from killing all four of them. ***** For everyone else: *BG* "Where are we going, Clark?" "You'll see." Clark led her by the hand across the fields on his parent's farm. Soon they arrived at what appeared to be a child's tree house. As, they stood beneath the tree, Clark put his arm around Lois. "This is my 'Fortress of Solitude'. My dad and I built it when I was kid. It was the only place I could go when I was developing powers and needed to get away from everything." "Can we go up there? Is it still safe?" Clark laughed. "Yes, it's safe." He pulled her a little closer and kissed the side of her head. "I've never felt safer in my life." Lois blushed just a bit and started for the rope ladder. "There's an easier way to get up there." Lois turned. "Really?" He stood close to her, hands resting lightly on her waist. Slowly, he floated them into the tree house. "This is nice, Clark." She looked around and sneezed. "A little dusty, but nice." He cleared a spot on the floor for her to sit down. "There's something I want to show you." He went over to a trunk that sat along one of the walls. He opened it and took out the globe he had found the year before. "Do you remember this?" Lois nodded. "It's Superman's globe." Something clicked inside her. "Your globe." Clark nodded back as he held it in the burlap his father had wrapped it in so carefully. "It's the globe that told me where I was from, what my heritage is." He looked over at Lois. "Only one other person has ever seen any of it, that I know of, and that's when it was stolen." He took a deep breath. "I want you to see it." "Are you sure, Clark?" Lois was touched that he would want to let her in on this part of his life. "Very sure." Clark picked up the globe in his other hand and it began to float in front of him. "I've watched this a couple of times since we found it, but not even my parents have seen it. I mean they know about it, but I've never shown them the messages. It's something I only wanted to share with you." Lois' eyes began to tear up once more as an image appeared in front of them. "That's my father, Jor-El." Clark spoke softly and then became silent as the image began to speak. <<<<"Kal-El, my son. I wish that I could see you now. You have grown into a fine man with a great capacity to love. In Kryptonian society, we don't value this so much, though it does exist. I have loved your mother since the first day I saw her." A picture of Lara appeared in front of them. "We were married upon her birth, and went through the formal ceremony much later. We didn't actually meet until two days before the ceremony and I have loved her ever since. I know that earth society is much different, especially in the area we are sending you. Kansas is very different from Krypton and they to value love above almost all else. The only reason you are seeing this message is because you have become the man that we always wanted you to be. A man who is strong in character. A man who is pure of heart. A man who puts the need of others above his own. A man who is a man. "You are here today with the other side of you. You have a birth wife as well, but she will have perishd along with the rest of us when the planet meets its end. Unfortunately, we were not able to send Zara with you. So you have found someone who completes you, who is the other side of the whole. Someone who will make you stronger together than you are by yourself.">>>> Tears were running down the faces of both Lois and Clark and he would have sworn there was emotion in the normally stoic voice of his father. <<<<"We are proud of you, my son. We can't know exactly what you have become, but we know that life on Earth will not always be easy for you. We love you and have since the moment we knew you were coming. We always will." Jor-El's image turned slightly so that he was facing Lois. "And we are proud of the woman you have chosen, or who has chosen you, to complete you. It could be no other way. Thank you, whoever you are, for bringing happiness to life of our son. We cannot begin to repay you. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.">>>> The image faded and the globe settled back into Clark's hand. He carefully wrapped it up and placed it back into the trunk. He returned to sit next to Lois, one arm wrapped securely around her as she snuggled in next to him. They sat in silence for a few minutes. "Thank you, Clark." "For what?" "For sharing that with me." Clark laughed. "I don't think I had much choice." He turned to look at her and cradled her face in one hand. "I hadn't seen that before and I don't think I ever would have if it hadn't been for you. So it's I who should be thanking you. It was a side of my father I had never seen." Lois suddenly had a thought. "I wonder..." "What?" "I wonder if there's all different kinds of messages stored in there that you will only get to see when you've reached a certain point in your life. Like when you're holding your child or something." A devious grin spread across Clark's face. "My child, huh? Lois, we just started dating. It's a bit early to plan a family isn't it?" Lois blushed. "I'm serious, Clark." Clark shrugged. "I know. I suppose it's possible. Kryptonian society was obviously a lot more advanced than ours. The globe knew you were here with me and knew that I am totally and completely in love with you." He kissed her gently. Lois stood a big grin on her face. "Come on. We have an experiment to do." Clark laughed as she picked something up and stood close to him. "Float us down, Superman. We have work to do!" ***** <<<<"...and so, Lara and I thank you. For raising our son and for loving him like he was your own. We can never fully express our gratitude.">>>> The image faded and the Kents sat in silence. Martha was the first to speak. "Thank you, Clark. For sharing that with us." "It was Lois' idea, Mom." "Well, then thank you, Lois, for having the great idea." "Anytime, Martha. I know how special it made me feel when Jor-El talked like he knew me and I just hoped that there was a message on there for the two of you." ***** Later that night, Clark took Lois for a float in the clouds. "About kids, Lois..." "You were right, Clark. It's a bit early to talk about a family." "I know that. But, Lois, as much as we'd like to pretend otherwise sometimes, I'm not human. I'm Kryptonian. I don't even know if I can have kids." Lois wrapped her arms around his neck. "We'll worry about that when the time comes. Right now, there's something else I'd rather do." "What's that?" "Well, I've never kissed anyone in the clouds before." A slow, sexy smile crossed Clark's face. "Really?" "Nope." "Neither have I." And with that, there were no more words. ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 19:56:13 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dot K Subject: Re: The Case of the Disappearing Clark, final In-Reply-To: <20010707.192404.-229589.6.cmoncado@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Dear Carol Hi! I just joined the list, and i saw your fic "The Case of the Disappearing Clark". Unfortunately, i didn't manage to read the first few parts being new on the list, so I was wondering if you could send me the whole fic via email? Thanks :) i really appreciate it Continue writing great fanfic and keep up the good work! Regards Dorothea __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 22:05:41 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Jor-El question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks to James and Larissa for their help - father it is! CM On Sat, 7 Jul 2001 18:47:57 +0930 Jill Kaye writes: > Doesn't he call Jor-El his father in BGDF when he was talking to > Lois? Or > was it in TAGD? > ~Larissa~ > > Father sounds right for Jor-El > >James > >--- Carol L Moncado wrote: > >> Hey there all! > >> > >> Everyone has been so great about helping out > >> lately that I thought I'd > >> add my own question (again!) > >> > >> how does CK refer to Jor-El? I mean does he > >> say "my father", "my > >> biological father" or what? > >> > >> My own inclination is to say Jor-El is his > >> father with Jonathan as "dad" > >> and the two of them - M and J - "parents" or > >> "folcs", er, "folks". > >> > >> Any takers? > >> > >> Thanks! > >> > >> CM > > > > > >===== > >She...also...dismissed men wearing glasses - Everyone knew that > Superman > >had perfect sight, so he certainly wouldn't need glasses. > > - Susan Bantram from Personal Loyalties by C. Leuch, which can be > found > >at http://www.lcfanfic.com/stories/2001/personal.txt > > > >__________________________________________________ > >Do You Yahoo!? > >Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail > >http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 22:05:04 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: The Case of the Disappearing Clark, final MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary=--__JNP_000_7117.49c9.3648 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. ----__JNP_000_7117.49c9.3648 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey Dot! I'd be happy to! I'll attach it as a txt file. Let me know if you can't get to it. I'd love to know what you think when you finish! And welcome - we're glad to have you - any chance we'll get to see some of your writing soon? *hint, hint*! Have a great day and I can't wait to hear back from you! CM On Sat, 7 Jul 2001 19:56:13 -0700 Dot K writes: > Dear Carol > Hi! I just joined the list, and i saw your fic "The > Case of the Disappearing Clark". Unfortunately, i > didn't manage to read the first few parts being new on > the list, so I was wondering if you could send me the > whole fic via email? > Thanks :) > i really appreciate it > Continue writing great fanfic and keep up the good > work! > Regards > Dorothea > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! 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byBtb3JlIHdvcmRzLg0K ----__JNP_000_7117.49c9.3648-- ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 22:17:32 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: The Case of the Disappearing Clark, final MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Oh, my! I think I just sent the attachment to the whole list instead of just Dorthea! AHHH! I am so sorry! Please no one hate me!:o( CM ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2001 20:25:23 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: The Case of the Disappearing Clark, final In-Reply-To: <20010707.221739.-229589.10.cmoncado@juno.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:17 PM 07/07/2001 -0500, you wrote: >Oh, my! I think I just sent the attachment to the whole list instead of >just Dorthea! AHHH! > >I am so sorry! Please no one hate me!:o( > >CM Me no hate you Carol!!! Saved me the trouble of putting little parts together :):) Melisma (curling up to a good fic, here under her Rock) Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html