9705/Crackerjack Reporting

Crackerjack Reporting
Date of Scene:	22 October 2019
Location:	Daily Planet, Central Business Dist.
Synopsis:	Lois and April meetup so Lois can give April super secret access to the Daily Planet's research lab. They chat about each other and a potential duo-story endeavor!
Cast of Characters:	Lois Lane, April O'Neil

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Lois Lane has posed:
The research facilities at the Daily Planet building are second to none. Everything from archived hard copies of old newspapers, to periodicals from around the world stored on microfiche or in digital form - unfortunately it's reserved solely for employees of the paper! That is, unless one knows the paper's star Pulitzer-winning reporter Lois Lane! Lois waits outside the glass door to the archive room, checking her phone and scrolling through a breaking story. She clicks her tongue, frowning.

April O'Neil has posed:
April and Lois have known each other for a little while now. They first ran into one another at an event about this time last year and April... being a big fan of Lois' work, introduced herself in a moment where Lois didn't seem overly busy.

They'd struck it off fairly well, personality wise, and since then April's contacted her here and there for help or for social 'Hey how are things?' time.

This contact was for work though, and greeting too! April shows up in a rush though, being a little late. Her yellow leather jacket is on, zipped up to her chest, she has her bike helmet on and is in the process of pulling it off. "Hey, hey, sorry I'm late!" She tells her friend. "I was up late driving home from my family farm, and found my bike had a flat tire..." She makes a frustrated growl noise!

Lois Lane has posed:
"I thought Channel Six had a news chopper?" Lois asks, eyes still glued to the phone in her hand as she fires off a particularly scathing tweet, "You could've just told them you were covering a story. I used the Planet's chopper to get to lunch at Tavern on the Green once. Of course, then I got an interview with Bruno Mannheim so I suppose it worked out in the end."

"I didn't take you for a farmgirl," she adds, swiping her pass and opening the glass doors to the archives, "I figured you for a mean streets of the Big Apple sort. The more you know, huh?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April fusses with her dark hair once her helmet is off and stowed into the black messenger bag hanging from her hip. She grins to the things Lois says and asks of her. "You're Lois Lane. I'm April O'Neil. If the C6 helicopter flies over me, I'm more likely to get spit on than picked up." April believes the only reason she still has a job at Channel Six is because of her internet 'fame' with her podcast getting high ratings than thusly give her presence on C6 broadcasts a boost.

She follows Lois into the archives and lets her eyes roam around. "God this place is legit... You guys have so much more money than the Bugle. Or talent, or skill..." Channel Six is owned by JJJ and the Bugle.

Her hands move to unzip her jacket now that she's inside and its a lot warmer in here. "It was my grandparents farm too, they left it to my parents... who left it to me now. We were, uh... fixing it up all weekend." She hasn't ever told Lois about the Turtles, they probably haven't gotten THAT close of friends to this point.

Lois Lane has posed:
"Well, you know Jameson - if he pinched pennies any harder they'd sue him for assault. I think Perry was able to get some pretty favourable terms when he bought us out, and I think he's afraid I'd fly the coop if I didn't have my caviar and ivory backscratchers."

Lois grins broadly at that, stepping into the archives and taking a look around herself with hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Yep. So, what're you researching? You have my word I'm not gonna scoop it out from under you."

April O'Neil has posed:
April grins at Lois' response as she moves to one of the computer stations, with those fancy no edge monitors and the hand-wavey technology that is so 2027. "Nobody knows how to be a reporter quite as well as you do, Miss Lane." She states with a grin over toward her, teasing her with the formality version of her name like so many call her around here as they stammer and stutter before her.

April pulls one of the chairs out then and takes her messenger bag off, setting it down beside her left foot. "Vampires." She announces then to Lois. "Honest to goodness Vampires." She starts to interface with the computer and get her research mojo on. "A friend of mine and I ran in to some on a subway platform in south Brooklyn recently, and they just keep coming up on my podcast. People calling in saying they just saw some fighting, or feeding... or what have you. So I'm trying to... you know, see what else is going on related to that."

Lois Lane has posed:
"Vampires?" Lois raises her eyebrows a little at that. There was a time when that sort of revelation got people carted off to the Funny Farm or at least relegated to the National Inquirer. In a world where a man can fly, though, it isn't so far fetched.

"No kidding? Like with fangs and blood and the - " she mimes holding a cape across her face, "One! Two! Three toaster strudels! Ah ha ha!"

She sighs, shaking her head with a smile, "You sure know how to sniff 'em out."

April O'Neil has posed:
April is already eyeballs deep into her researching of things, but her ability to multi-task allows her to easily listen to Lois and grin at her jokes as she sits there laser-focused on the screens that are gently illuminating her face now in their glow.

"No kidding." She says. "The real deal. Less of the Count Chocola though and more of the..." She glances toward the way they'd come in, sees its secure, then looks back to Lois. "More of the... shotgun to the face, and then it exploded on the subway tracks..."

She keeps a grin to Lois. "I told you, Lane, you gotta come hang out with April O'Neil on some investigations sometime. You'll see things you've never seen before." She states as she puts her blue eyes back onto the screens.

Lois Lane has posed:
"I've got my plate full with the Superman beat," Lois answers, her face falling a little, "After the memorial and all the crazies coming out of the woodwork there's no small amount of news to cover ... couple that with Clark being off in the Middle East practicing his Salaam. God, deliver me from puff pieces."

But then a look of resolve crosses her face, "You know what? Jimmy can cover those. People only want to look at all the pikes of flowers around the memorials anyway. You want to let me in on your exploding bloodsuckers?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April does wince just a little when Lois speaks of Superman and everything that happened to him... she knew how much Superman meant to her, she hadn't really even thought about it other than thought before 'I should contact Lois' followed by 'She probably needs time' but thats the nature of what they do, both of them, they're both bouncing around stories all the time...

With a look over to Lois now, April pauses and just stares at her for a few seconds. Then she grins. "Why don't you come over this weekend and we can delve into it? Maybe we'll have a lead or two to check into then? You still got my address, right? Down in Brooklyn?" Best to ask her about Superman then, when there's a more relaxed environment.

Lois Lane has posed:
"The apartment on the corner of Slum Boulevard and Gentrification Avenue? Yeah, I think I've got it. If not, I'll just lift it from the HR files."

Lois pushes off one of the filing cabinets with a swish of her hips, taking a few steps towards the door and glancing over her shoulder.

"I've got a debrief with Perry upstairs. If anybody asks why you're in here, just pretend you don't speak English."

A grin on her face fails to let on whether she's joking or offering earnest advice, and a moment later the glass door has closed behind her.

April O'Neil has posed:
On Lois' way out, April is calling after her with a grin. "Gentrification Avenue is where all the best stories are!" And also. "You're not gonna find good stories in a penthouse skyrise apartment, Lane!" She taunts back at the much more prestigious reporter, compared to April's one-step-above-tabloid reporting. Both financially successful, but in very different parts of the same field of work.