Put away those typewriters.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[Clark is just standing there, staring.  (Which he is good at.)  He has his suit jacket in one hand and his other is on the door he just came through, which he could have sworn was the door to his office.  Where he is standing now, though, most definitely does not look like any room in his house.]


What in the...?

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[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, that's because I rather think I am. Extremely lost.

What about you, young lady?

Tags on a bus? Way better than snakes on a plane.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid we've all been kidnapped to this place, of a sort.

Typing on a bus takes more skill.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Yes, the more I see of it the more apparent that becomes.

...Forgive me--have we met before? You seem somehow familiar.

/winning

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

N-no! I'm afraid we've never met before... {Technically not a lie...}

Why does his only smiling icon look creepy D:

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I must be mistaken. It is nice to meet you now, miss...?

That is pretty creepy D:

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Uhm, Clove! Clove Dove. Nice to meet you.

CLARK, Y U NO MAKE NORMAL FACES

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

A pleasure, Clove. I'm Clark Triton.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you Luke's father?

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Yes; you are a friend of his?

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Uhm, of a sort, I suppose.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he considers you a friend, then.

...I hope he will be all right while I'm trapped here.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he's probably around here somewhere...

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I hope not.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

{Sigh.} I should hope not either, someone so... naive as him, however I know others have seen him about.