Doors

When I don't hear from you for too long, I start to think you might have finally developed full on mad scientist syndrome, which, as we all know because they warned us about it in school, can be highly dangerous and result in maniacal laughter and declaring 'I AM GOD HIMSELF' and stuff, so I worry.

[The carnival rolls into town with amazing weather. The nights are surprisingly cool for Vegas, and the sunny days are unseasonably temperate.

The carnival, which takes up acres of land just beyond the strip, boasts a huge midway, including seemingly authentic freak shows, a haunted house that has people screaming to get out, and a funhouse that seems made for "adult activity." In addition, the nearby stage features multiple well-known acts, and the arts and crafts area features impressive wares. The country-western area of the carnival features line dancing, petting zoos and general farm-life displays.

The carnival is open 24 hours a day, with an over-21 requirement for after-midnight, where booze is plentiful and clothing is a little more optional.]

Now, I'm not in the business of trying out mysterious recipes left in my textbooks, but it is triple chocolate waffles.

[Locked to Lyra V]
Do you wish to come to my cousine's for dinner?

[After a double-shift in almost two weeks of long shifts with no day off. And yes, she realizes the irony of recently lecturing someone about the importance of taking days off. Early morning after she gets shorted on her percentage of the money she brought in.]

Fuck this. I'm not doing this any more. This is fucking Las Vegas, there has to be some other shitty stage that I can shake my ass on for cash.

SWF, tattooed, ISO strip club that doesn't dick me out of what I've earned, doesn't short-staff every shift ever, and gives me a fucking day off once in a while.

[Locked to Ollie]

We're going out tonight.

[Locked to Dinah]

You busy tonight, gorgeous?

[TEXT: ANGIE/LIN]
I feel like I got saddled with a teenager who wants to stay out past curfew. Same for you or am I just that lucky?

[Call to Jack C]
[After this thing. Ring.]

[Posted anonymously]

What do people here know about the guy known as Scarecrow? I'd say I'm asking for a friend, but that'd be a lie.

[Alexander M]

You want to know anything, you come to me direct, you understand? They don't know anything, Lo doesn't know a damn thing. That sly, sneaking around thing trying to run her down you're doing right now is sick.

[Dolores C]

Think anyone would miss him if he actually died and stayed dead?

[Preston R]

I need to apologize.

[Neil D]

[ETA: after this

You know a Chloe M?

[Public]

Carnival. How old do you need to be to enjoy that coming to town?

[Friday evening, Superman is invited to A.R.G.U.S., and the visit is televised on live television. After a disturbing walk-through of the facility, which highlights the damage done during Supergirl's destructive escape the prior month, Superman is presented with a contract to sign. The contract does not (as he expected) make him a member of the JLA. It does, however require Superman to live as a mortal Earth citizen, without use of any of his powers. There is much talk about equality, safety, and checks and balances. In the end, Superman refuses to sign. He is allowed to leave without incident, and Steve Trevor goes on to explain that the goal of the JLA is to protect all citizens of planet Earth from any and all threats, and that all members of the JLA organization are united in that one goal.]

[After this]

There's a giant bag of dicks ripping off the Justice League name.

[Public]
[After getting booked. Very, very late at night.]

Home, sweet home. Do I get conjugal visits or what?

[Private to Harley Q.]

Hey, Harleen. Wanna start a gang with little old Riddler? Eddie needs some muscle with street wise and I've already got a couple guys who owe me.