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"I won't be going to see any movies until that bastard shows up here and undoes what he did. This is rediculous. Death, make your brother appear."

Desire took a long drag off of the cigarette that was perched between fingers.

"We'll go see the puppy movie once everything's fixed, Del."

If Dream didn't show his face soon, Desire was going to do something drastic. It hadn't been decided what yet. But something.

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Desire had been out of the loop for way too long now. Dream's stupid little punishment was keeping her locked in the Threshold. But she knew, knew that the other had to be having adverse effects as well. You couldn't just take one of them away and have it all work like it was supposed to.

You can't Dream without Desire.
You can't live without Dreams.
You can't have Death without life.
And Delirium was all completely wrapped up in all of it.

Who knew if those that were absent were feeling the same things.

The longer Desire was kept in this box he had made, the more devious thoughts sprung to mind.

What horrible things could be done to the people of The City.

Desire sat in the chaise lounge that allowed him to look out the eyes and into the world.

"You'll break soon enough, you pompous asshole. You know just as well as I do that you can't keep this up forever. As much as you might hate me, you need me. I'm a part of you." The words were spoken to the air, knowing that HE would get them, no matter what.

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The Dreaming was in chaos. Everything there, every thought, hope, dream, and fantasy reflected a single face, over and over again. Dreamers whispered her name in awe and worship. Thoughts of lust, hunger, want, need, jealousy, rage...

This was not the doing of any mere mortal. Not even the gods held this kind of sway.

Only the Endless did.

Rage fueled his actions. Already weary from the excursion in Hell, Dream had no patience for trying to sort the matter out diplomatically. His realm was in disarray, and removing the source of the problem would be the fastest way to setting things right.

Dream burst into his Gallery and siezed the sigil of Desire.

"Desire. I am in my Gallery and I hold your Sigil. Speak to me."

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It was time.

The gift was ripe for the giving. There had been enough time between the telling and now for there to be wondering. Perhaps a little panic. Maybe a little havoc with personal lives. Everything was ready. Or at least, in Desire's mind, perfect. And that's all that really mattered anyway.

She stood looking out over the City. Into the hearts of all those people.

There were so many that thought they could hide what it was they really wanted.
And maybe they could. From themselves. Maybe from other people too.
But you can't hide what you want from Desire.

Desire smirked. There was a shift to male and back again. Hair going from red to black and then to red once more. The cigarette never changed. Nor had the clothes.

She closed her eyes and a sharp sudden pulse radiated out over the entire city. A deep, resonating heartbeat that covered everything. Once. Twice. A third time for good measure. She implanted it in every heart that she could. Burrowed it deep.

And smiled nastily while she did it.

Okay. What this means for your characters. They will find themselves to have fallen in love (or lust) with Barbra Gordon. Be they male or female. If they don't know who Babs is, they'll find themseves drawn to where ever she happens to be at the time. It's a need they can't ignore.

Everything else is up to you guys. Jealousy, rage, depression. The only thing Desire has done here is make them want.

People who may not be touched by this are the other Endless, Progo, Lucifer, and the angels and demons. It's up to you if they are or not, and I personally think it would be really amusing if they were, but I leave it entirely in your hands.

Who: Babs and Desire
What: Desire wants to give Babs a gift, which doesn't exactly sit well with Babs
When: Thursday Evening

Barbara - Babs was used to working at night. Even on nights when she shouldn't have been working. She knew she should have been home by now, asleep and letting her body rest up for the mounds of work she had to do in the 'real world' tomorrow. There was paperwork and a meeting with a few of the school board members. It was going to be a long day.

Yet here it was, two o'clock in the morning on Wednesday and Babs was still in her clock tower. She'd finally gotten her files from Arkham at eight that evening, and it had been with a girlish excitement that she'd turned around, gone straight back up to her office, and commenced in reading and entering data onto her computer. Her computer which was working now. Babs almost didn't want to leave its side. It had been working since Saturday evening, really, but one never knew what could happen.

Time flew by, and it wasn't until she glanced up at a clock by accident that she actually realised it was two in the morning. She wasn't even really that tired. She didn't start packing up to go home upon realising the late hour or anything like that. She simply pushed back her chair from the desk and moved over to her coffee maker. A little caffeine and she could make it 'till five, no problem. Then, a two hour nap and she would be ready to face the day. That was what the couch was for, after all.

Desire - Desire draped himself over an extra chair nearby where Babs had been sitting. A cigarette hung from pouty lips. Cat ears rested on a head that carried red hair. Desire's new favorite color for hair. She looked at Babs.

It was easy to know what the woman in the wheelchair wanted the most. It floated on the surface of her thoughts. But ... well. What kind of fun would that be?

Instead, Desire turned himself into what Babs desired most in the way of people. That was more fun. In her would be reflected the face of the one that Babs would be most likely to fall for. To lust for.

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The first thought Kyle had when he felt the earth shake was, 'Damn. There aren't any signs up about how to handle earthquakes. We never had earthquake drills'. Then he looked at his light board which had fallen off of his desk smashed to the floor, and thought, 'Fuck.'

Then he saw the smoke.

That was when he finally thought to stand up and look away from his desk. How were his coworkers handling the impromptu earthquake. Or whatever it was. They weren't handling it very well at all, actually. For all he could see, they were running through the resulting smoke like chickens with their heads cut off. Kyle couldn't really blame them; they probably weren't used to stuff like this. Hell, he wasn't even completely used to stuff like this.

The art department for The City's newspaper was on one of the lower floors, so when Kyle finally got his wits together and started yelling and ushering people out of the doors, he could at least have some comfort in knowing they all had a good chance of getting out safely. No one seemed to notice when he backed away from the stairwell and ran back into the main area of the floor where all the artists had their desks set up.

He moved slowly through the smoke, making sure no one else was trapped in the room and once he was relatively sure, he raised his hand. A green gas mask covered his face, and Kyle took a deep breath, hoping that he hadn't already inhaled too much smoke. Next he created a lantern, which shined brightly through the smoke, allowing him to move quickly to the large windows.

Where was the smoke coming from? Kyle wasn't immediately sure, but he was definitely leaning more towards an explosion now. He just didn't know from where. Looking out of the windows, he could see smoke pouring from some of the lowers floors as well, and a slightly grey tinge in the air above make him think that something had to going on on the higher floors as well. Across the street people were pouring out of another office building and onto the street, pointing up at both buildings. Grey smoke was pouring from their windows as well.

The building shook again, and this time Kyle could hear an explosion coming from upstairs. It was time to get out.

Kyle backed away from the window, back into the smoke where he was sure no one would be able to see him as a green glow engulfed his body. When it died down, he was suited up completely, mask included. He had to help somehow.

Though, as he started breaking through the window so that he could fly out, Kyle couldn't help but hope that some of the other heroes in this place had heard the explosions. Because he was pretty damn sure that alone he wasn't going to be much good.

OOC: Just a note, as stated before, everyone can participate in this, whether your character wants to be a bystander or wants to try to rescue people or even wants to try and make the situation worse. Any of those options is cool! NPCs may even come and interact with your characters.

Don't worry. Something will come of this. So yes. Post!

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Of course she was aware of everything that went on in the city. Especially that which happened to his siblings. Delirium had found something that was strictly hers. And it was wonderful. Didi was... well. Always there, as always. Not that Desire minded at all, no. Desire enjoyed Didi. Occasionally. Okay. Sometimes. And there was Dream, of course. Dearest Dream. She'd yet come up with a good enough idea for that one.

What interested her the most, though, was one singular person. One being out there that called out so strongly, yet kept everything so near and dear.

Desire knew what she wanted.

Desire knew what she didn't.

The only thing that mattered here, was that she had attracted Desire's attentions.

He'd spent days and days watching her. Keeping an eye on her. Reading into her heart. Hours had gone by like nothing with Desire standing in the eye of the Threshold, watching. Studying.

Time would come soon, when action was taken. For now, she was satified with just observing.

Desire lounged in the heart of the Threshold. Not an uncommon act. Not strange in any way. But today was the first true day Desire was going to have in this new place called The City. And she was trying to decide what to do with it. There were so may oppertunities. But maybe exploration should be the first step?

He sighed. A cigarette hung gracefully inbetween two of her fingers, a constant accessory. Never go anywhere without it. What she really wanted was somebody to play with. Delirium was here, and she was always good for amusement, but no, what Desire wanted was one of those fun little mortals.

Another sigh. But which one? They all looked like so much fun. She'd been watching them ever since his arrival. Watching. Waiting. Culling out the ones that looked like they wouldn't be so much fun. But there was still such a list of potential playthings. How was one supposed to choose?

So. She was lounging. It was the best second choice that he could come up with. Lounge and then choose. Or lounge, and then go have a drink, and then choose. Or add a nap in there somewhere.

What a pain.
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In the center of The City, in the dead of night, it appeared.

Colossal.

The Threshold.

A beautiful statue. The figure of a beautiful being. A peaceful, contented look upon it's face.

This statue captured the face of it's inhabitant competely. Though no painting or sculpture could ever really, truly do any justice. The inhabitant resides within the heart of the statue. Living within the place where desire hit the hardest. In every heart, Desire resides. In every person. In every living thing. Some have simple desires. Some complicated. The only thing that matters is that they do desire.

And now? Desire was here.

A figure stood in the great eye of the statue, looking down upon the city. A small smirk upon the features. New places meant new chances to play.

There were three here already who would know this face. The time would come when they would call, or come calling. For now, there would just be observation. Just watching. Taking in the sights and the citizens.

For now.

After his conversation with the magician, Dream went immediately back to his palace, in the Heart of the Dreaming. Without a word to anyone, he strode to the Gallery of the Endless, where portaits representing each of his siblings hung on the walls. For Destiny, a book. Death, an ankh. Desire, a heart made of glass. Despair, a barbed hook. Destruction's portrait was black and empty, with a white sheet covering it. When the youngest brother of the Endless had made his intent clear to abandon his post, Dream had not agreed with his plan, but had respected his desires. The last portrait, for Delirium, contained a multi-colored, abstract swirl.

Dream examined the portraits. The sigils for Death and Delirium were glistening, at the ready. The others were frail, shadowed. Simple objects, nothing more. No trace of the power they should have held. More mysteries. But at least now he knew which of his siblings were accessible.

First was first. Dream took the ankh sigil in his hands. "Sister, I stand in my gallery, and I hold your sigil. Will you speak with me?"

The portrait canvas rippled, like a pool of water, and a pale hand reached out, followed by an arm, then a leg, and Death stepped out of the frame and immediately threw her arms around him. "Hey, little brother!" she said, her voice cheerful. "I was wondering when you were going to come and visit!"

She was here, and she was holding him. Dream felt himself relax, sinking against her, one pale hand cupping her head with his fingers threading into her hair. "Your portrait went black. For a time... we feared -- I feared... you had gone the way of the Prodigal."

Death laughed. "Without telling anyone? Never." She smiled. "I'm still working. Just me -- the main me -- is here. Like you." She tilted her head and looked around. "But this is the Dreaming. Right?"

He nodded. "A portion of it." He moved down the row of portraits until he came to the one for Delirium. Death smiled. "Family reunion?"

"There is not much family to call." Dream picked up the swirl and spoke again. "Sister, I stand in my gallery, and I hold your sigil. Will you come and speak with me?"

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