[log] I Think We're Alone Now [semi-open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker!
Location: Bunker, Building 326 (high school), and Building 317 (hot shower house)
Date: Day 404-409
Summary: Goings on in the bunker post-event, and travel outside for House and Will. Brought to you by this cover.
Warnings: Please add them to subject lines, but likely body horror discussions, examination of vomit.

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[clowngirl]

Killed a bunch of brain cells, prob'ly, playin' the same old games of Sudoku. I did start work on an epic romantic novella but then I got writer's block just as the hero was about to profess his undyin' love. Suddenly nothin' sounded quite right. [She sighs.] This place blows. At least insane asylums have padded rooms and electro-shock.

[There's a bit of hope though, that maybe she can at least be useful.] Didja get all the ants? 'Cause I could help if you got more.

[rubikscomplex]

"You're hot like a tamale. Let's blow this popscicle stand, babe." There you go. Feel free to dedicate the book to me. Or I'll take a co-authorship.

Pretty sure we got most of the little bastards. We gassed 'em. That's 95% effective, at least. Don't mix bleach and vinegar in small spaces unless you've got a plan.

[clowngirl]

Bummer. [Yeah, she'd welcome something to do even if it meant more a bigger, buffer infestation of ants.]

And if you wanna work your way up from ghostwriter then you're gonna hafta give a girl a better line that that. Trust me, if I had a nickel ev'ry time I heard that one I'd be richer than a Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne lovechild. [Which, if the tabloids are to be believed, is already in the works.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House faux-shudders.]

I think you just disturbed the Force or something. That kid'd be a match made in silver spoon hell.

[clowngirl]

With any luck, he'd get Brucie's hair. And chin. And strangely chiseled physique... [Cue Harley having not paid enough attention to Bruce Wayne's time in Norfinbury to learn that he's actually Batman.]

[rubikscomplex]

Strangely? The guy's Batman. [Cue House cluing her in.]

[clowngirl]

[She snort-scoffs, practically on reflex.] And I'm Wonder Woman...

[rubikscomplex]

Pretty sure you already have a secret identity. Stick to one. It's confusing otherwise. Don't believe me, just look back in the archives. We've had a coupla versions of the guy.

[clowngirl]

[A long pause.] You're not kiddin', are ya?? But he's-- he's... Huh. Y'know, considerin' his history of childhood trauma that actually is startin' to make a lotta sense.

[She's still going to go through the archives because, holy cow, that is an awful big revelation in her world.]

[rubikscomplex]

Surprise! Brucie baby's batty. I liked the first guy more than the second guy, personally. Slightly less annoying.

[clowngirl]

Did Mr. J know? I mean, he hadta know, right?

[Talk about being told things on a need-to-know basis...]

[rubikscomplex]

Pretty sure he knew. The guy caught him and had him for a while. Think this was between the 1.0 and 2.0 versions of you.