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[stickshift]

So, who all here is into racing?

[simple, direct, to the point. she's smiling as she says it, though. It's about equal parts mischievous and competitive.]

Oh! And for anyone working on or interested in Mr. Kent's newspaper, I'm going to be writing a section on automotives. If anyone has any information on any of the vehicles or mechanics here, I'd love to talk shop. Thanks.

[She gives the camera a little wave, and disconnects.]

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[wherethestoryis]

Not quite. That's how they started. Back home there's all sorts of tech and modifications and re-engineered bodies. But the soul of it is: give a truck giant wheels and great suspension.

And then test them on race and obstacle courses. They can roll over and crush almost anything.

[She is an enthusiast.]

[stickshift]

[... omg.]

That sounds fantastic.

[you hear this, Lois? You've caused giddy schoolgirl level excitement.]

[wherethestoryis]

[Lois is just as gleeful. Finally, someone who understands!]

And that's leaving out the paint jobs. No monster truck is complete without a kickass paint job.

[stickshift]

Do you have any examples?

[yes tell her more.]

[wherethestoryis]

Well, the best ones have flames painted on--and not just boring colors like red and orange.

[So happy to share!]

[stickshift]

[There's something a little ironic about them being painted to look like fire.]

I think that would be wonderful to see. I wonder if my world will do something like that eventually.

[wherethestoryis]

Humans, take a useful transport tool and find a way to play and crush things with it?

My guess is probably.

[stickshift]

[she laughs.]

Well, Republic City does seem a little bit different from your 'Earth'. That's where you're from, right?

[wherethestoryis]

Yeah, one of the versions of it, anyway. Same one as Bruce.

[Because they did that whole flirting-in-public routine. No use letting it go to waste!

Though if Asami's paid attention to various network posts, she might have noticed Lois also knows a few others...]

[stickshift]

Bruce?

[She considers a moment, thinking back over recent posts, and then...]

Oh, Mr. Wayne, right?

[... wheels turning...]

And you're from the same world as Mr. Kent, too?

[wherethestoryis]

We've worked a lot of stories together over the years. He's one of the best reporters I know--though I'm better. [Sadly, that's justified arrogance.]

[Beat.]

He's my husband.

[Oh yeah. That too.]

[stickshift]

[her expression lights up a bit]

Oh, he mentioned you! I'm glad that you're able to be together here.

[As for the 'I'm better', well, that just makes her grin a bit. She knows what that's like.]

[wherethestoryis]

Yeah, I am too--as long as we're stuck here anyway, I mean.

Someone's got to keep an eye on him.

[stickshift]

He does seem a little... absent-minded when it comes to looking after himself.

[wherethestoryis]

[Lois just laughs.]

You have no idea. He always worries about everyone else, and forgets the same rules apply to him.

[...For certain values of 'same rules' and 'apply,' that is.]

[stickshift]

Then I guess it's up to us to remind him, huh?

[Woe betide anyone who thinks she's even a little joking.]

[wherethestoryis]

I'm warning you, it's a full-time job.

[Lois likes this girl. Monster trucks and good sense!]

[stickshift]

I'll take half if you will!

[beam!]

[wherethestoryis]

[She is too cute.]

We'll start you off in smaller shifts. You need to work up a tolerance, trust me.

[stickshift]

[she laughs.]

All right. I'll bow to your superior expertise in this area.