PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

That was the weirdest thing. Ever. I'm going to have nightmares now of the bus driver trying to serenade me. And I thought Dakota City was weird. We had out share of problems, but I've never seen anything like this. The bang babies never randomly burst into spontaneous song and dance.

Anything else I should know? Does everyone secretly have their own theme song now?


[Filtered from baddies]
I've been thinking about this "war". I wanna help. I mean, play for team good guy. I don't really know much about this city yet, but I want to make a difference no matter where I am.

So I got my hands on a green and black outfit that looks like my suit, and went out last night.

Funniest. Night. Ever.

I must have gone to a half dozen different pubs. So many stories, so many pictures.

( Filtered to angels and Winchesters & co )

( Filtered to good guys )

( Claires )

OOC: Anyone wanting in who hasn't said anything before should respond to this post. Jessi will have John reply to each of them ICly and he'll place them in the groups that were OOCly made up based on their abilities. Thanks!

You know, sometimes I look at the people and I think, why do we even bother? Sometimes it feels that no matter how much some of us do, it's never enough and people are always whining that we should do more. Not just put ourselves at risk to protect them, but cuddle them afterward. So it makes me start to think, do people ever stop to think are they worth being saved? Why do we keep doing it?

And then I remember. Because some people invent things like tequila. And tequila makes it all worth while.

( So you want to be a superhero too? )

I don't think there's a decent motel in this city. At least, not one that you can afford on a Slayer's salary.

Well, the last week has been... weird, to say the least. And it just seems to keep getting weirder.

Lana found me, about half out of my mind, on the beach. She took care of me, tried to explain things to me, but I'm afraid I don't understand. She says that I've been here for months, but I... don't remember this place at all. And she doesn't quite seem like the Lana I know. She's... different, and I don't understand how that's possible. I also don't understand how the hell I ended up with brown hair. I'm a redhead, and I have been for quite some time.

The last thing I remember is having dinner with my fiance, and that still seems like just yesterday. She told me that he's here, too, but I haven't seen him. I'm worried. And I can't ask Lana if she knows where he is, or any further questions, because she seems to have disappeared. My only friend here, and she's gone.

I guess I'm by myself here now, but I'll be fine, just like always. I think I'd feel much better, however, if I knew for sure where Clark is. So if anyone sees Clark Kent, could they please let him know that Lois Lane is looking for him?



[ooc: Please attempt to be kind. Lois is still amnesiac, and frying her brain would be a very mean thing.]

It’s always nice to come home and find all of your belongings strewn about on the ground. I wanna get wasted. But it wouldn’t work so I’m not even gonna try it.

[Private to Jack and Kara]
You two have a place to stay?

...

There's a pile of a few things I own where the Lang mansion use to be.

I'm sorry.

I'll be in space.

You people are just so touchy and sensitive. And he was right, you whine. If you don't want the harsh truth, stop posting pathetic messages about how your life is falling apart. Nobody cares.

I think I've just wasted that last few years of my life putting up with this bullshit. My mother is right. I'll take my own advice.

Time for something more interesting.

Did you all know that Lex Luthor was here before?

[ooc: due to some confusion over the logs, this is a little backdated!]

On behalf of Tenel Ka, I would like to apologize for her recent behavior. Rest assured that the influence over her has been broken and the cause will be eliminated.

Alema Rar. Your days are numbered. I am coming for you.

Hello, talking box! Bring me more women!

I guess getting along is just too much to ask for these days. Why do I even bother?

[posted as Babs]

So maybe its because my mood isn't steller today, maybe its because I'm sick of this threat being bandied around every five seconds by people with 'phenomonal doom powers' who really obviously don't get what hell is, or maybe because lying is an art form and seeing how easy it was to break apart her little arguement made me sad inside, but this...does sound like a threat to send someone to hell right? In fact a really glaringly obvious one.

. "I could send you back to whatever corner of hell you came from with a thought and a snap of my fingers

I mean whatever, saying it is big and clever and badass and all but then to flat out lie about saying that once someone more powerful gets involved...really...its kind of lame isn't it?

Oh and so she can't use it to validate herself, yes I did threaten her first, its less about the threat back and more about the lameness of this specific threat

OKAY. I realize that murder is supposed to be a big "NO" but wouldn't it be okay to just slip up...once? Just once? That's a good record, right? It would be for a good cause.

They won't let me leave. That's not exactly heroic now is it. Nor is a friend utterly betraying trust, but then I hear Faith was always good at that. I am more than a little suprised at Sarah of course.

Still I'll get out eventually. I'm sure he has a plan, he has to have a plan

[Filtered to Faith]

You are you know, a traitor...Do you treat all your friends this well? Or is that what you do, worm your way in to trust and then...

Oh but of couse it is isn't it. You do betrayal well.

[Filtered to Jacen]

I don't understand why I can't leave, why you and I can't just do what we should have done back home. I mean you ended up having to train up Tahiri...Tahiri of all people.

It should have been me shouldn't it. Once Ben walked away from the training, did you want it to be me?

[Filtered to Jack]

You need to get me free of here. You're resourceful I'm sure you can think of a way.

Ok, so here's the deal. The three of you are people that I've either fought alongside, spoken to ro been recommended by someone I trust. There's a situation coming to LA and as much as my pride wants to insist I can handle it alone, there's too much at stake.

I'm a Slayer. I'm one of three living here in LA, out of a thousand or so working worldwide and 1800 altogether. There used to only be one until a witch I know did a spell to activate all the Potentials in the world to full Slayers.

And now there's a group of vampires who want to reverse the spell and strip us of our powers. They've already killed at least one Slayer. And they're coming here. To LA. And we need help.

They come here, they won't just limit their attentions to us Slayers. They'll kill everything and everyone they come across.

So I guess what I'm asking, both as a Slayer and as the Head of Offensive Teams at Angel Investigation is, will you let us train you in how to fight vampires of this level so you can help us?

[ooc: so far I'm running on the assumption that Faith doesn't know that Bruce=Batman and Cass=Batgirl, though she does know that Kara=Supergirl, unless you guys reckon she could/would know!]

[Cathy Hyatt]
From what I've heard, you run the LA Welcoming Center. I wanted to get in touch with you because I've decided to shut down the Isis apartments. What happened with Isobel has made me reevaluate my life. I love to help people, but I haven't enjoyed running the place for a while now. It was left to me by Lex Luthor, along with the mansion and everything else that was his. Maybe that was his way of helping the city, but I don't think it's mine.

What I would ask of you would be to offer the current residents the same that you would offer a new arrival. I don't want to just dump them out on the street.

[Bart Allen & Kara Zor-El]
How do the two of you feel about horseback riding? I need to get out of this mansion.

[Jack Landors]
How are you doing?

[Lois Lane & Alyssa Enrilé]
Are you alright? I'm so sorry.

I think I'm cranky.

Is it me, or people whine a lot around here? And then...spam the boards? With personal things about their lives for everyone to see, when it really isn't everyone who needs or wants to hear it?

It's not just me, right?

Am I just being a bit-...a bad word that Wonder Woman would glare at me for saying, here?

Also. So glad to see the Slayers aren't falling for this Pit business. At least that's...two people.

And actually, that wasn't my point. This is more for Babs, but I figured might as well add a group brain storm. This isn't going to stay peaceful for long, is it?

I wonder what would happen if I hopped on into one of the pits.

Who's up for a little word association?

Starting with...Elvis.

Great, Just kriffing wonderful. Its going to be one of those days.

[Filtered to Peter]

He's coming here??

I understand you were close with him, I even understand why, believe me I do. But you have to understand how Jacen will view this, how much his Uncle being here, even a younger version than would know of Caedus will get to him.

He really is trying you know. This...well it won't help.

I think I'd like to learn how to cook.

I've sat here for maybe twenty minutes trying to think of something to say. I mean, I could write about the things that have been bothering me, but adding that to the massive levels of depression that I've seen plague this city alone hardly seems like something that needs to be done right now.

Work has been distracting. I'll leave it at that.

[ooc: posted as ck.]

Supergirl: 1. Isobel: 0.

Almost done.

[JLA]
Symbol's still there, which probably isn't good. But it's a start. The book is destroyed.

These goddamned message boards are more trouble than they're worth.

If there is any fighting in this post, so help me you will see sparks come out of your computer the second you reload the page.

I'd like to request a large group go down to respond to this. This is going to turn into a problem for all of us if we let it get out of hand, and I'd like to think that we can work together on this one. I need enough people for crowd control and Clown Search Detail. Note: The clown masks everyone is wearing? [Screen capture from video footage posted] Don't let them confuse you. There's only one clown and this is the sort of mayhem he might enjoy watching. It's complete chaos and that leads to anarchy and-- well, I've explained it before, haven't I?

Crowd control is going to take some hand to hand skill. As far as I can tell, these are humans plain and simple. They're armed to the nines, yes, but they shouldn't be too hard to disarm and knock to the side. But, as you can see, there are a lot of them, so yes, we need numbers. Quite honestly, I don't care how you disarm them because I'm asking for help that's not only from my people, I just want to know that it's being done and that the Joker is being searched for. Is that too much to ask?

One last thing: Please. Don't tell him we're coming. He knows we won't let this go unanswered, but come on, people. A little element of surprise, please?

That's all. Those of you who want to go Joker hunting, I'll have one of my people distribute commlinks if you need them, because we'll need to keep in contact.

[as Oracle]

Two things.

One. On second read I think its possible I might have...you know...encouraged things.

More to the point as you will see I need not to laugh for the next 24 hours or he will be smug. And nobody wants that I assure you.

Help!

I realize I have no power to stop you, and that very little of what I say matters. But I would highly appreciate if no one goes off killing my aunt, Lana Lang. There are a few people who consider her a close friend, or family, who are very powerful. And no, that isn't a threat in any way for those of you who were about to consider snapping at me. It means I don't want to have to listen to them complain and be angry if she dies, because I won't be in the mood for it. And I'm not exactly on the friendship level with a lot of them where I can just tell them to shut up.

Like I said, she's my family, the only one I have left, and I'd highly appreciate not becoming orphaned, again, before I'm even of legal age. Just saying. There's a way to stop this without killing her, and it's going to be found. So please keep your guns/swords/light sabers/mind powers/heavy objects/throwing knives/poisons/magic/anything that kills/whatever/smiting ability away from her.

( Isis )

[ooc: Posted as Linda Lang. And while Kara is fictional, that does not mean your character should know this is Kara. Linda Lang is not as popular as Clark Kent. It was a semi-recent development that happened in 2008, near the end, I think. So unless your character followed the Supergirl comics near that time period, they shouldn't even have the slightest clue it's Kara. Thanks!]

How is it that we seem to be the only people on this planet who are always willing find away around taking a human life, and a good chunk of us aren't even human? There's always another option, I'm learning that. Is it sad when the alien species are less trigger happy against humans than the other humans? Killing is the easy way out. Why does no one else see that?

[Bart]
Hey. How are you? I haven't really got a chance to talk to you. You okay?

The Joker's been quiet. That's a good thing.

What are we doing about Isobel? Because I'd really like to have Lois back to herself as soon as possible. It's creeping me out.

[ooc: posted as clark.]

[Filtered from God, angels, other deities, baddies, children, and Isobel (Lana)]

I remember high school. We had to sometimes do projects. Research a theory, test it out, revise, form a hypothesis, then apply it to see if it worked. And if you were lucky, you may have actually learned something. Well.. I may need some input. I'm working on a project right now. But unlike school, this is more serious. Lives are in the balance. Matter of life and death. If it turns out that my theory is right, but isn't needed, well.. it can be used for another similar situation down the road.

Any idea where some good haunts are? Like haunted houses or other such buildings, where restless ghosts stay? Like.. bad ghosts. The cruel, evil ones that caused great suffering in life. Alternatively, or separately, I'd like to know where to find a demon. I don't mean the ones that look like monsters or vampires. I'm looking for those classified as non-corporeal, without bodies, that need a living host to manifest and operate among us. Ryan, I'm looking at you. Or maybe I can track down Damien if no one else has any info. So if someone could just point me in the right direction to start looking, that would be great.

I've been watching night and infra-red vision recordings for about forty-eight hours now. Still no sign of the clown and I think my eyes are about ready to shrivel up and fall out.

Been thinking about a trap to lure him out, but that never ends well and without Arkham after checking all of the usual places I'm at a loss of what a home base would be. Most likely he's not using one...

[As Oracle]

[Bruce and Terry]
"A visit to the Brentwood School reveals students who are engaged in their studies and investing themselves in the life of the school through participating in athletics, performing arts, and a multitude of interesting extra-curricular activities. It is immediately apparent that Brentwood School students are devoted to their school. The sense of community at Brentwood is also palpable. Parents are deeply committed to the school and give generously of their time and resources."

No uniforms involved, but gee, Bruce, this sounds wonderful. Don't you think so, Terry? This is the only fun or distraction I've had all week.

[Kara]
How're you doing? Obviously I saw what happened last night. Focus, alright? And remember it's okay to step away from the computer, even if some of us don't. Your loyalty's one of your strengths, but it looks like it's one of theirs too. It's to be expected when it comes to family... anyone's family.

I think I'm quite tired of having dark hair. Time to try something new. Being fair-haired? Much better. I think I might try being a blonde again.

Clark, are you busy? I'm quite lonely, and I would love to see you.



[ooc: possessed!Lois is possessed. Madelyn says she doesn't want to hurt anyone. She just wants to have some fun... which may include trying to molest Lois's fiance. lol]

1 hour and 40 minutes. That's a sticky pancake. Yeah guy with the pancakes you tempted me. Wayne? Don't go in the kitchen right now. unless you want a pancake on your head I made pancakes. Or rather, the ceiling had pancakes.


Edit: something else I just thought about. Theirs always specials on pancakes, but none on waffles. I wonder if the ceiling trick works as good with them.

I don't know exactly what Isobel has threatened to do to people. I really don't. But if anyone touches the body that belongs to Lana Lang, you will have to deal with me. You don't want to see me when I'm pissed, I don't care what magic you have.

I was under the impression that Lana was friends with the lot of you, or had at least offered to help you out, I thought maybe some of you would actually care enough to try and help. Maybe I was wrong. My mistake. But don't anyone touch her. I don't know anything about magic, but I'll figure it out somehow.

[Ben Braeden]
Hello, Ben. I made a pie today. Would you like a slice?

[Kara Zor-El]
Jack has taken off and Bart hasn't come home. I'm beginning to worry.

[Lois Lane and Alyssa Enrilé]
I have a surprise. Meet me at [address] tonight. You'll love it, I promise.

Feel all...knotty inside.

Stupid Ben and his stupid mortal guilt.

Hurts to think, wanna go home.

I hate this, this so stupid. The Joker's blowing up the city, and we can't find him. Batman is having a freaking CRISIS over what he is, BATMAN ISN'T ALLOWED TO DO THAT. Some annoying twit comes along and he starts doubting himself. I don't even know what the hell is going on between Lois and Clark anymore. Is there a Lois and Clark now? Is there not? There's supposed to be, and yet there's not. You two are RIDICULOUS! Just kiss and make up before my head explodes.

And then Lana, who's got this WITCH inside her, and am I the only one who's TERRIFIED of this? She's currently the closest thing I have to a Mother and why does no one else seem to be upset over this? And then Jack, and that cage, with those corpses, I don't even know what else he's been through, and God knows what Bart is thinking. The only people I'm NOT getting a crisis from is Clark and Raya. And why is it that everyone else can find someone to love, but the only thing I can do his hurt people, or attract stalkers, what is wrong with me? At least Oracle is keeping her sanity, I think.

I'm seventeen freaking years old...physically. I started when I was fifteen. What the hell kind of life is this. Always worried about everyone else, and no one even CARES that I'm two seconds from exploding. I've got teenage drama, AND saving the world drama, AND doing it all while people look at me and see an alien freak who doesn't know what the hell shes doing, DEAL WITH THAT. And one group of people telling me not to kill, when I first arrived on Earth. My logic was why not? But I didn't. And I stuck by it, and now people ARE telling me to kill. Why can't the people on this planet make up their damn minds?

Does NOBODY care that I'm a teenager with people telling me to kill, that I can't fit into society, that I can't keep the people I love safe for longer than five minutes, that my parents are actually alive and I could be with them right now, instead of the two seconds I saw of them at home. That I have an entire world you people don't know about praying to me. I sweat to Rao, if one more person tries to 'test me' or or calls something the Angel of Death again, or starts making demands, I'm going to lose it.

Also! If people could please refrain from blowing up my home, or coming to close to that. AGAIN. It would be appreciated. Assholes.

...I wish Boomer was here.

What the hell is wrong with me? What, I get old and my brain cells go? I’m an old idiot in his creepy mansion, living with my dog (and I hate dogs) and offering up some kid my former gig so that he can run around fighting crime until he gets himself killed? Well, I guess it’s good to know that I suffer from dementia in the future. Pathetic. I’m pathetic. I wouldn’t be surprised if Gotham is worse for him than it was for me.

And what do I have to show for

I end up all alo