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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 16, 2010 15:03:52 GMT -5
Gotham City Gotham Heights Apartment
Amanda Williams, dance instructor, devoted daughter, powerful sorceress, and superhero, gazed at the microwave impatiently. Why do three minutes always feel like three hours when you're hungry?
The Heated Sleeve in on the turntable slowly spun, and Amanda, so engrossed in watching her potential artery-clogging meal, barely noticed the sound of her cell phone... until, inexplicably, it got louder. Before the microwave dinged, the sound of bubble gum pop was filling the apartment enough to drown it out. She was startled, but ran to the phone to turn it off, only to find the screen, rather than showing the usual "1 new text message," holding a set of unfamiliar words.
"ORACLE. 1208 KANE. 1800 TUES. BE THERE."
Gotham A Duplex
As Owen Richards came out of the bathroom from washing the dust of his scuffle with a group of Intergang thugs off, his computer sparked before turning on. The moniter shone brightly, its light filling the room, before text faded into place.
"ORACLE. 1208 KANE. 1800 TUES. BE THERE."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 16, 2010 15:22:04 GMT -5
Owen blinked, walking over to his computer and staring at the words before they faded. What's that. . some kind of new spam service. Oracle, huh? That a club? He thought idly as he dried his hair with a towel.
A few minutes later he was dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants, reclining in his favorite easy chair and flipping through his appointment book. 1800 . .That's 6pm. Tuesday. . . Ah! He ran his finger over the dates, stopping it on the Tuesday. I'm not on shift. No dates. Momma and Pa are going out to the ballet that night. . . Owen slammed closed his address book and chuckled slightly.
"Can't say it isn't a bit strange, 'specially since my computer has been broken for two days, but I don't have any plans that day anyway. Might as well check it out."
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 16, 2010 17:53:35 GMT -5
Gotham City Gotham Nights Nightclub
The club was a front - everybody who'd ever been anybody in Gotham's underworld knew it, and they knew Batman and Maggie Sawyer knew it too, which made it useful for entirely different things than most underworld hot spots were - you went to Gotham Nights to talk about what your enemies were up to, because what was said in Gotham Nights went to the Bat and to the police.
So it was no surprise for Catwoman to find Oswald Cobblepot there, his long cigarette holder between his lips, chatting quite openly with Harvey Dent, nor for Cobblepot to gesture her over. "Catwoman! I was just asking Harvey here for some... legal advice. Or, rather, theory."
Two-Face, keeping the handsome half of his profile toward Catwoman, nodded. "For what Intergang's planning, I'd say the wheelmen would end up behind bars for two, three years, and the evidence to put them away would be right on hand. Even Robin couldn't miss it..."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 16, 2010 18:05:46 GMT -5
Gotham City Gotham Nights Nightclub
Selena Kyle, dressed head to toe in her black leather Catwoman outfit, slid inbetween Cobblepot and Dent.
"Robin couldn't miss it? What's going on, Intergang using large neon signs to give themselves away now?" She says, arching a fine eyebrow. A moment later she is looking at Cobblepot, her lips pouting slightly as she reaches out to almost graze the man's face with her fingers. "Buy this kitty a glass of warm milk, hmm?" She asks, purring slightly.
When her drink was in hand, she took a sip and settled in to listen to all Cobblepot and Harvey Dent could tell her.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 16, 2010 19:56:50 GMT -5
Gotham Nights
The Penguin leaned forward, smirking slightly. "Guns and drugs, my female feline friend. Guns and drugs. A truckload of Thanagarian energy weapons and cocaine, being moved from Star City to Metropolis... they're changing trucks on Tuesday."
Two-Face grinned, his scarred face making a quiet cracking sound as his lips turned upward. "A good DA would get plea bargains from them, get dirt on higher-ups... maybe get something further up the supply chain."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 16, 2010 20:11:14 GMT -5
Catwoman let out a low purr to show she was intrigued. "Too bad Gotham's got no good DA's left, huh Harvey? Will probably end up leaving this one to the rats with wings." She shrugs, feigning disinterest. However, she was indeed deeply interested. "That is, if the Bat can find the time. Seems like he's been busier with. . .bigger. . things since he started hanging out with the red-caped crowd. Kinda makes a girl feel put out, ya know?" She takes another swig of her milk, leaving a bright red lipstick stain on the rim of the glass.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 17, 2010 13:13:19 GMT -5
Two-Face grimaced, or perhaps smiled, before speaking again. "This town's filled with winged rodents and red birds, though. I'm sure that at least one of them will find out about this..."
Penguin tapped his wineglass. "Of course, no one wants Thanagarian weapons in Gotham except Intergang... they're looking to start an arms race, one where no matter who comes out ahead, Intergang collects the pay and still keeps the best for themselves."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 17, 2010 14:20:43 GMT -5
Especially if I am the one to tell them. She thought to herself as Two Face than Penguin spoke.
"You're right about that, Cobblepot. But an arms race is not something this town needs. Used to be you could do pretty well just hitting a museum or two. Rattin' out your buddies." She sighed, shaking her head. "Looks like things are going to get a lot more dangerous if Intergang isn't muzzled like the mutt that it is." She hissed, obviously displeased.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 18, 2010 21:37:20 GMT -5
Penguin nodded. "I very much agree, my luscious leather-clad lynx. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He glanced toward the door, where Roxy Rocket was coming in. "I need to go and remind a certain someone of her gambling debts."
He rose from his seat, heading toward Roxy, leaving Catwoman alone with Harvey Dent.
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Post by Myridd on Feb 19, 2010 13:49:54 GMT -5
Catwoman raised her glass to the nearest employee, signaling for a refill. She than turned her dark eyes to Harvey. "So tell me, Dent, how're kicks?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 19, 2010 14:17:28 GMT -5
Gotham Nights
Harvey scowled. Smiled? Frowned? "Same old story. Had Riddler on my tail for near enough to a week now... the irony of it being that the thing he's convinced is me? Tetch, trying his hands at some money laundering to fund a new one of those mind-control headpieces of his. Apart from watching Intergang and dodging Bats, I've got no projects on the table."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 19, 2010 16:54:48 GMT -5
"This town does seem to have an overabundance of Bats." She smirked as she accepted the warm milk from the waiter. "And Tetch is wasting his time. Did Riddler really think you were working with him? That's a laugh." Selena Kyle laughed softly, shaking her head. "Makes me wonder though, has the Riddler offically gone soft? I mean, everyone plays at it now and again, but he's been doing it for quite some time. Feels like losing one of your own."
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 22, 2010 15:53:00 GMT -5
Two-Face shrugged. "Eddie's doing what he thinks will profit him most... he always led the Bat or the cops right to himself, so maybe going straight is what's best for him. He's always going to be one of us in the end, though... doing what he does for the profit, not like Joker and Ivy doing it for some ideal."
Penguin sat back down. "That's dealt with... and what about you, Harvey? Handing everything over to the coin."
Dent laughed, a rather creepy sound. "Simple enough... I'm insane. And even then, I always leave it as two potentially profitable options."
Metropolis
Jon Carter arrived at his apartment, just in time to have the large television set (Integrity Electronics, Official Consumer Electronics Brand of Booster Gold!) come on.
Instead of a moving image, the screen showed a simple, static, green O. Then a deep voice came from it:
"ORACLE. GOTHAM. 1209 KANE. 1800 TUESDAY. BE THERE!"
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Post by Myridd on Feb 22, 2010 16:04:12 GMT -5
"You've got to love a man who admits he's off his rocker." Catwoman said, a slight purr in her voice. "Anyhow boys, I've gotta go. Things to do, things to plunder..." She says, standing and winking at the two men as she sashayed away. "I'll see you boys around. Don't get in too much trouble, now."
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Post by gg on Feb 22, 2010 17:39:24 GMT -5
"Turn it off."
"But, sir - "
"I am not Green Lantern! I shouldn't have to be taunted like this in my own home. A man's home is his castle, you know?"
Skeets' roving eye did a neat 360 spin, slowly surveying their latest digs - they'd had to downsize recently due to unexpected... that is, unforeseen... uh... look, the economy is crummy for everyone right now! Ahem.
"Why is it again that we have to stay in the dungeon of this fine castle, sir?"
Booster smirked, flopping on the couch and using his foot to lazily kick some magazines aside in a vain search for the remote control. "Come on, I try to imagine it as at least approaching the servants' quarters?"
Skeets hovered in a quiet hum which Booster always found most disconcerting.
He sighed and gave up, closing his eyes and gesturing at the flickering television screen. "Please, just communicate with your brethren there and shut 'er down, I can't take anymore today."
Skeets floated above the tv, his retort coming out a tad miffed. "I assure you, sir, I am in no way related to this primordial claptrap. This 'window to nowhere' isn't fit to... to... spark my plugs."
They shared a glance. "Alright there..... Sparky. You're eons above and beyond little miss HD over there, duly noted. Just put her in her place."
"That's what the remote is for."
"Skeets!", Booster sat up exasperated, "I have no idea where it is, that's what I have you for!"
"I was not created to mingle with the bourgeoisie of Japanese appliances at his majesty's pleasure!"
"Hey! 35% of what remains of my portfolio is that little slice of Japanese ingenuity - Integrity is a first class brand!"
"Like the first class trampling over everyone else to elbow their way off the Titanic.... first?"
"At least they were smart enough not to go down with a sinking ship!"
"Very classy."
The annoyingly emerald "O" continued to intone it's message in a creepy disembodied voice.
"Turn it off!"
"I can't!"
"Why not!"
"I don't know how!"
"ORACLE. GOTHAM. 1209 KANE. 1800 TUESDAY. BE THERE!" The tv blared at them.
"As I was trying to relay before, I don't believe this is a misguided missive for the Lantern, sir. This is clearly originating from Gotham City, an intercepted signal from the Oracle, and I doubt she would mistake you for anyone but yourself."
"Why is it exactly that every shadowy leather-clad denizen of Gotham feels entitled to boss me around?"
"I wasn't aware the Oracle had a predilection for leather, sir."
"A guy can dream, Skeets."
The room went quiet again save for the melding of the bot's and tv's static staccato.
Booster walked over and hunched down in front of the screen, his fingers gliding over a smooth panel devoid of buttons. "You don't know how to operate this thing?"
Skeets whirred a bit, his voice dropping, "That's what the remote is for..."
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