[Completely random starter for @oftomorrow.]
This place is so ... shiny. As in it's a city, just like any other, with a clog of traffic, noise and sidewalks traveled by people with too much on their minds to pay attention to anyone else. But something about it seems brighter, more polished - or maybe that's just compared to Gotham, with it's inherent grime and vague feeling of twilight even in the middle of the day.
Her heels click on the tiles as she walks into the lobby of the Daily Planet, gaze traveling over the space, the high ceiling, the walls lined with framed historical front-pages that she's absolutely going to have to take a closer look at when she has time.
Right now, however ... Thera glides past the few people milling in the foyer, likely Planet staff and maybe the odd tourist or two, and approaches the reception desk. "Good morning," Her English accent is out of place, as it often is, "I wonder if you could direct me to the public archives?"
