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snowblindrpg2017-11-19 08:57 pm
harlequinofhate) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-11-19 08:57 pm
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[log] Three crazy people walk into a boneyard... [closed]
Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Magenta Magenta
Location: Buildings 257 and 264
Date: Evening, Days 298 and 299
Summary: The Terrible Trio finds some human remains and some warnings to not disturb the dead. They decide to ignore those warnings.
Warnings: Human remains and the clowns in one log.
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”
Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”
He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
-Walter de la Mare
Location: Buildings 257 and 264
Date: Evening, Days 298 and 299
Summary: The Terrible Trio finds some human remains and some warnings to not disturb the dead. They decide to ignore those warnings.
Warnings: Human remains and the clowns in one log.
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”
Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”
He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
-Walter de la Mare
Day 298
Two skywalks connect here: 284 to the west and 285 to the south. The top floor was probably beautiful once, covered in a glass dome with barren plots of soil that must have once held a rooftop garden. Now, though, the whole place is dizzying to walk through, with a feeling of intense pressure and a tendency to make you taste blood in your mouth. There's no way down from the top floor: the door is welded shut. Attempting to enter the lower levels from outside reveals that the ground floor door is also welded shut.
Written on the floor, visible from both entrances, is a message in marker: "Buried here are an unknown number of bodies. All appear to have died by unnatural causes. All are branded on the forehead with a sigil depicting an eye. Approaching them causes bleeding.
Do not disturb the dead."
The whole place seems to be dug up, corpses exposed in various states. Drawing near causes severe nosebleeds and dizziness. There's relatively recent blood splattered nearby, as if someone cut their neck.]
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I'm not sayin' this one's a boner, but you really think we're gonna find somethin' here, Puddin'?
[Harley picks up a small bone in her rummaging and tries to play a nearby set of ribs as if they were keys on a xylophone. The tones are all wrong in comparison to every cartoon she's ever watched, and she makes a disappointed face.]
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Of course, if she does, all the more quiet for him...right?]
Nobody likes searching the stiffs, sweetie, think of it as science.
[Lou sniffs at a femur and silently wonders if it will make a decent snack. Joker ignores the beast and approaches the severed head that had been arranged nearby in almost ritualistic fashion.]
Oh, dear, this fellow seems unwell.
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[She returns to one of the dryer, less disgusting heaps. She roots around, glancing over her shoulder at the Joker and his own find.]
Looks like he's at least ahead of the rest of these rotten parts.
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[He picks up the gruesome head and tosses it between his hands like a basketball.]
He looks like he's lost weight!
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy....
[He frowns. The obvious gag. That was a bad gag, it was.
His heart is barely in this anymore and if he's honest with himself he knows it hasn't been since Batman had the nerve to die on him and never come back.]
...Feh.
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Whatsamatta, Mr. J? You and Yorick both look like you lost your infinite jest.
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What's a clown without an audience? Just some nutcase shouting at the dark?
Guano-man had to go ahead and ruin everything by dying. I SHOULD KILL HIM FOR DOING THAT!
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[He drop-kicks the head to punctuate his point.]
Now the Bat was an audience worth playing to.
[He huffs, not commenting on Harley. He thinks, vaguely, about scolding her for thinking her opinion ever mattered to him... Yes, he should mock her for that, take her down a peg.
He should, he knows, but he doesn't.]
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[He is very much in a rut.]
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[Ohgodshehopeshedoesn'tdropkickherhead.]
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Then he smiles toothily. Aw, he can't stay angry at her.]
Atta girl.
[He drops her.]
I don't get into ruts! This stupid, bleak city isn't giving me anything to work with. I should be bringing laughter! I should be bringing the "boom" to "boomtown" but I can't even find a single dang thing to make a bomb with lately.
It's like it knows, Harls, it's like the town knows how to make me miserable!
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P... Poor Puddin'! It's the town, 'course it's the town! [The town that has him into a rut, but she's not using that word again.] We'll find somethin' soon I bet! Somethin' to help bring the boom! Or since we're gettin' newbies in everyday, I bet some of 'em wouldn't mind tradin' some chemicals. Or we could just steal 'em, if we can find somebody who's got 'em.
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They got me in the guide now, telling people I'm dangerous and not to be trusted! They won't trade with a wack job like me!
[He sneers but, really, he'd be angrier if people didn't think he was dangerous enough to put in there.
He thinks for a moment and stares at Harley.]
...Are you in the guide, sweetie?
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I dunno if I'm Norfinbury's sweetheart but I been puttin' some feelers out and folks seem cooperative enough.
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That's my girl, thinking ahead!
I'm gonna need you to help me gather resources.
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This is what he can be found doing when he's not skulking behind the other two: picking around the rot and remains with his handkerchief clasped to his nose to catch the thin trickle of blood, kicking over whatever he can find. It's unlikely he'll notice anyone approaching, in his state.]
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Yanno something, killer, if I didn't know better I'd think this place was spookin' ya.
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After calming down a moment, his hand moves from the inside of his coat, and his breathing slows from its previously panicked pace behind the handkerchief. He even works up the gall to look offended.]
You can't scare a man like that, J! And I'm not spooked, it's just--weird. Don't worry 'bout it.
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What?
Oh, you mean you feel that horrible, stifling, suffocating feeling of having a thousand tons of psychic terror on top of your noggin?
Don't worry, you get used to it.
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[Magenta sighs, putting both hands on his hips in a show of both annoyace and placation. A fight is the last thing he wants, even if his head is scrambled, and especially even if the Joker is being very annoying. The gesture is quickly dissolved, however, as he moves his sleeve to wipe his nose.]
It's whatever. Don't worry about it! 'Side from the bleedin', I'm a-okay!
[It's painfully clear that this is not the case.]
Day 299
A fairly tall skyscraper with a single skywalk stretching to the north. The top floor doesn't seem as if it was used for much except a passage to the skywalk. Going downstairs, though, reveals offices and cubicles re-purposed, covered in prophet symbols and containing row after row of bloodstained desks. The air in the building feels thick, and the feeling gets worse as one travels down, as if descending the layers of hell. Each floor has more signs of torment: more blood, broken bones, scattered teeth, human skin turned to leather and used to decorate the walls. There's an exit outside on the ground floor, and maybe that's a relief.
There is a makeshift grave outside: buried out of the way under the snow are some human remains and leather.]
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Luckily, the Joker has decided to entertain himself by dragging a human skull along for the ride so Harley's sure that she won't be chastised as long as she can provide him with an attentive audience for his personal rendition of Shakespeare. She watches him while holding out a femur for Lou the hyena to gnaw on, hoping to see a spark of the psychopath she adored so much back in Gotham.]
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As it is, though, he's just as baffled as he was the first time around, this time opting to sit down next to Harley to gingerly pet the hyena and lean in to whisper in her ear.]
So, what's he doin'? Seems a bit stupid.
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[He shrugs, giving the hyena a scritch behind the ears.]
It's messed with everyone's...mojo, I guess. Ain't a very nice place.
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How do you meet a guy like this, anyways? Travelin' circus?
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And I'm hopin' he's just tired...
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[He watches her as carefully as he can, though it's still very clear he's more than a little surprised by the admission.]
It's a bit of a jump, if you ask me.
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[She holds a hand over her heart and sighs.] I leaped before I even looked...