[ Arts and crafts absolutely aren't her thing. If it was, she'd be in the graphic design department. But here she is with some stranger she'd just met, some stranger who doesn't have to be collared, she notes with a scrutinising bit of disdain, fiddling with odd materials and uncomfortably written instructions. ]
Did anyone even copyedit these? Or review the lace for... aerodynamic functionality?
[ She holds one up by the edge, as if it were hot or about to bite her back. Considering everything... she thinks either possibility is likely. ]
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
[ open to: candy, lavender, musk, citrus ]
[ Someone's been sniffing around her. She wasn't born yesterday, she knows when she's being tailed, and her dad didn't raise her to be complacent. So even though it doesn't feel like she's about to be shanked in an alley and left for dead, she whirls around once she notes someone getting a little too close. ]
Hey! What is your problem, huh?
[ She holds out a pen like it's a knife, pointing it out towards her pursuer's gut. ]
Whatever it is you want, you can tell me from - right over there. [ She waves her pen over to the side. Yeah, you heard her. Move! ]
network | un: llane
Are there any actual, reliable sources of information around here? Ones not written by a local, autocratic regime?
WILDCARD
[ OOC: will avoid spoilers unless told it's fine! ]
Lois Lane | Superman (2025) | Submissive
[ Arts and crafts absolutely aren't her thing. If it was, she'd be in the graphic design department. But here she is with some stranger she'd just met, some stranger who doesn't have to be collared, she notes with a scrutinising bit of disdain, fiddling with odd materials and uncomfortably written instructions. ]
Did anyone even copyedit these? Or review the lace for... aerodynamic functionality?
[ She holds one up by the edge, as if it were hot or about to bite her back. Considering everything... she thinks either possibility is likely. ]
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
[ open to: candy, lavender, musk, citrus ]
[ Someone's been sniffing around her. She wasn't born yesterday, she knows when she's being tailed, and her dad didn't raise her to be complacent. So even though it doesn't feel like she's about to be shanked in an alley and left for dead, she whirls around once she notes someone getting a little too close. ]
Hey! What is your problem, huh?
[ She holds out a pen like it's a knife, pointing it out towards her pursuer's gut. ]
Whatever it is you want, you can tell me from - right over there. [ She waves her pen over to the side. Yeah, you heard her. Move! ]
network | un: llane
Are there any actual, reliable sources of information around here? Ones not written by a local, autocratic regime?
WILDCARD
[ OOC: will avoid spoilers unless told it's fine! ]