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( She's so out of practice with people, with being friends, she doesn't know how to say the truth here: Lois back home had been one of the only friends she's had in a long time, and a part of her wants to see if that might be true here, too.

But of course, she doesn't say any of that. )

It's one of their many talents.

We were bound to run into each other eventually, I figured I could just move up the timeline a bit.

( As someone else with very few friends and a great tendency to drive people off, not strictly because she desires to do so, it'd be a quandry she's very familiar with. The flipside is so far everyone who Knows Clark Kent and Knows He's Superman tends to tag on a "oh yes so also technically I know Lois Lane exists" has not been because they're her friend, and she doesn't find that strange.

So it'd be a first, and she doesn't even have reason to think she should ask. )

I take personal and deliberate hellos and meet-ups over the lurking darkness or sudden drop-ins before introductions that Gotham appears to love delivering so far. Consider yourself my favorite for that alone.

Have you had a chance to tour what's available in Etraya? Personal taste testing wise, not just canvassing. There's really not too much city to view when it's only what, six or seven square miles.

( Selina knows a thing or two about driving people off - intentionally or otherwise. And maybe luckily for Lois, they'd been able to make a friendship that didn't need Clark or Bruce to continue. She's confident they don't need either of them to connect here, either. )

I enjoy a sudden drop in from time to time, but I unlike those boys, I know a thing or two about tact and manners.

I've seen a few things. But if you're offering to show me around, I can clear my schedule.

( There's the real bonus — friends who don't need to hinge on the particular justice seeking maniacs (lovingly stated, especially since Lois is factually one herself from a different angle) in their lives. )

For better and worse, there's only a shell of a paper I work for here, and all the journalism I've been doing is small print and interview style given the way information flows here.

Point is, that's an offer. The usual scope of my day to day is almost irritatingly laid-back when we're off social-experiment mission. Sometimes even the same when on.

I'd say look at it like a vacation, but the novelty wears off pretty quickly.

Tell me about it. I haven't had this much free time in a long time, I think I'm starting to go a little crazy.

Pick a time and a place, and I'll be there.

Only a little?

The delightful 7-Eleven from not the United States in two hours.

( "Delightful." She actually does find it surprisingly nice, but for a while there it and the Korean Market area were really the only 'grocery' stores. Thank everything for the OTTOmart that came later. )

I was trying to be generous.

I'll be there. See you then, Lois.

See you then Selina.

( Lois is early by five or so minutes, backpack slung over one shoulder. Her press badge isn't hanging from it anymore, largely because they have warnings before missions and no mission yet has recognized The Daily Planet or Metropolis, thus rendering her professional credentials into the equivalent of costume jewelry. It's irritating in a way she can do nothing about, beyond letting go of it and writing and researching and finding very little outlet to the truth of what can be done about the situation they're all in.

Does she believe universes are ending? Yes. Does she believe they're being used to show fitness of a universe to survive? No. This is all social experiments, no one of the two beings at the level Echo appears to be at has an answer for how you prevent a whole universe from collapsing in on itself, and you know what?

...

...

... The smoothie maker in this store is actually pretty decent, which is something in reach and in grasp and with a provable, factual basis. Japan has creative ideas for what a convenience store can offer, that much she continues to believe. And while the energy bar equivalents here aren't the same kinds she'd pick up in Metropolis, they're all pretty decent too.

She's on the general watch for anyone else showing up, aware that she partly picked the 7-Eleven because it's where other Gothamites (and then completely separate universe folks) have dropped in on her before. Sometimes you just need to have your own private in jokes with yourself. (Or do you?)

Lois has just finished making some random fruit assortment smoothie at the machine for the joy of pressing a new button and getting a sugar rush without the slight side of coffee, given she'd just finished some version of sugar with coffee back at the Diner she'd been sitting in when initially texted. They've got wide open tables, and a few companion bots working there. Feels a little more lively than the gutted beast of The Daily Planet building, especially after the horrendous flesh monster they'd run into there back during the nebular particle social experiment, the one that'd tried to absorb an unpowered Clark.

Just a day in the life. Those weeks, she'd also buried a different Clark Kent. Who can even make sense of this place? )

Selina Kyle? ( A smile, smaller but genuine in being more friendly than professional. Trust might be in short supply with Lois, but hey, who needs trust to be a decent human being? She holds out her hand for a handshake, shifting her smoothie cup into her other one. ) Nice to meet you in person.

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