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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

The World's Greatest Reporter is in the Bar! (Well. the coffee mug that Bar gave Knox today says "World's Greatest Reporter" and if it's on a mug in Milliways, it must be true.)

Knox has a pile of newspapers open to various articles about an upcoming election in Gotham. But it's not like he needs to read all of them immediately, so feel free to come over and say hello.

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[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I am so going to have to disagree with that mug, Knox."

Chloe gives him a look as she slides into a seat across from him, eying the mug skeptically. World's greatest reporter? Riiiight.

That's so going to be her someday, obviously.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Prove it," he says cheerfully. "I guess if I'm going to be fair, maybe Woodward and Bernstein were better than me, but Bernstein's gone Hollywood, and Woodward's book about Iran-Contra was full of crap. So that leaves just me, and maybe your sorta-cousin.

"How's it going, Sullivan?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"Daily Planet internship at age 16. Actual column there before I left high school," Chloe states, wincing slightly at the column. It was Luthor-based sponsorship, deal with the devil and that sort of thing. Not exactly happy memories for her.

"Anyway, point is, I'm working there before I'm even out of college and if anyone has the makings to be the world's greatest reporter, it's definately the girl working for the right paper."

Grin! "It's going fine. You, Knox?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"It's a start. But talk to me once you have a few Pulitzers and a book deal." Not that he has either.

"I'm busy. Moving soon, and trying to keep up with the mayoral election. And trying to find something new to say.

"Oh, and I met a friend of yours. And mine, sort of."

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"You met Clark," she says with a grin. "I'm guessing he isn't exactly what you imagined, is he?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Well, he's not the Clark Kent from my world. Aside from younger, he's not as clumsy. No glasses. And more confused. Of course, who knows what my world's Clark was like at that age?

"Seems nice enough, though. Any chance he'll follow in his own footsteps and yours, or is he really going to stay on the farm?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"With the hours he puts in at the Planet harassing me while I'm at work, I wouldn't be surprised," Chloe answers, taking a sip of her coffee. "But I'm not sure. I do know he's meant for a lot more than just farm work."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"He seems uncertain. I told him about the Clark I know, and it didn't really make a dent in him. Can't say I feel that reporter vibe in him, though.

"But not everyone knows what they want to do in high school. Only the world's greatest reporters." He smirks at her.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe smirks back, rolling her eyes. "I guess not everyone can be as blessed as I am. But Clark'll come into his own eventually. I have faith in him."

[sinisteressex.livejournal.com]

Sinisterhad been on his way outside when he saw, well, a pile of newspapers.

Then he saw the man that was reading them. "Good morning." He's really just curious as to why the man has so many newspapers.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Good morning." Knox sounds cheerful enough.

[ooc: just to be clear, does Sinister look like his icon, and should Knox notice?]

[sinisteressex.livejournal.com]

(Yeah, he does. Feel free to comment)

"Pardon the interruption. I was just wodnering why you have so many newspapers." He motions toward the table with the hand that isn't carrying a notebook and pencil.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox takes a good look at the rather odd looking man. After a year in the Bar, he's got just enough manners not to say anything, for now.

"It's election time at home, and I'm trying to find a new angle to write about it. See, I'm a columnist, and I don't want to say the same things everyone else does."

[sinisteressex.livejournal.com]

"I see. Which of these is the one you work for? Or are you the only one from your paper covering it?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox plucks one from the pile. "PM. I'm sort of on staff there, but they have other columnists." He shows the man a column on the topic. "Everyone at every paper is covering it. Which makes sense, since elections are news.

"Alex Knox, Gotham City, 1990." He hesitates but extends his hands.

[sinisteressex.livejournal.com]

Essex shakes the man's hand, transfering his notebook to the left side. "Dr. Nathniel Essex, America, 1989."

Because he wasn't going to say where in America to anyone.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Doctor...like in an MD? Or PhD?" He can't imagine using this man for his check-ups, for some reason.

[futures_of_ash]

And witness a newspaper being slowly slipped away from him by a red head in spandex so she could scan the front page, not really for information, but for words she knew. The number of those words was steadily increasing and she rather enjoyed the fact.

That didn't mean she didn't spare time from her scanning to lean against his shoulder in an abbreviated hug.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Rae," he says as he gives her a little bit a hug back. "How's the security life?"

[futures_of_ash]

"Interesting" she noted. "Yrael and I fried trees" and not people! Wasn't he proud? "Kid came in with a warrior, he's in medlab now...and I went to a very blood hungry world to play at a carnival..." and she sounded tired. Very, very tired.

"You're in a good mood though...tell me?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Two of these things don't make much sense. Non-sequitors? From Rachel? How can this be? Wait...it's Rachel.

"Well, I'm now the owner of my very own co-op, just across the border form Gotham in Bristol. Should be moving in about a month. I suppose I owe this to you and your money, but fact is, I could have afforded it - or at least a mortgage. I guess I just needed the focus.

"Kita's helping me pack, by the way. As a 'job'. I'm paying her, and that way she can afford clothes here." He sounds proud of this approach to helping Kita.

"Oh, and it's election time at home. Ever wanted to learn about Gotham at its most venal? Now's the time!"

[futures_of_ash]

She's maybe focus on making sense once she had reading down. Then again...probably not.

"You don't owe it to anyone but yourself, Alex." she chuckled softly "The decision to actually do something is always your own."

At the news about Makita she couldn't help but grin though "Good! I...hadn't thought about her clothes" she admitted, a bit chagrined. It felt back into that 'it's Rachel' bit. Clothing wasn't a priority with her.

"This is a bunch of name calling and sly hints" Rachel noted, putting the paper down. "How does anything actually get done?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I hadn't really thought about her clothes, either. Guess I'm so used to seeing sloppy teens that I didn't give any thought." Unlike Rachel, Knox really has no excuse for that.

"How does anything get done. Rachel, if I know the answer to that, I'd run for mayor myself. Gotham is a pretty dysfunctional city. Has been since World War II, maybe earlier. But once the election is over, the name calling isn't so bad. And the frontrunner, this guy here Hill, might do okay.

"If he doesn't caught with his hand in the cookie jar."

[futures_of_ash]

"But you're fixing that, so it's okay. I just get to tease her on what ever she chooses to wear of a non-combat variety." it would be interesting to say the least.

"There has to be people who ignore everything and work the important parts while people are raging over elections" she mused, though she did poke his side "There could be worse mayors." she was probably teasing on that part. She liked Knox as he was, a keen minded reporter and good man.

"Cookie jar?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"They are some who just do their jobs. But what it takes to run a department or an agency isn't what it takes to run for office. In fact, it's pretty much accepted that the skills you need to run are the opposite of what you need to govern. And I sure don't have them. But when I do run, I know I can count on your vote." And, he muses, he is rich enough to run and pay for it all himself.

"Cookie jar is a figure of speech. When kids are caught with their fingers in the cookie jar, it means that Mommy caught them trying to take dessert without permission. So when a mayor or what have you tries to take something he or she shouldn't have, it's called that."