--There, that wasn't too hard. A simple device really. Functional and easy to use.

From my understanding this place is an Asylum, which we have been transported to for various reasons that may or may not apply as actual crimes that deserve incareation. However, the architect suggests otherwise. Hardly a prison or asylum by the proper definition. I admit it is curious, but it matters not. The answer will eventually allow itself to be revealed, through a series of interwoven events. Like a story. Only a matter of time before the page that reveals the answer is turned. But, I wonder if any of you will be satisified when that page is turned and you are told the truth.

That aside, I wonder if you would allow me the pleasure of a conversation. You being the one who is observing me over this network. Of course I wonder how many of you will be new to me? I am already aware of nine existences that I recognize fully and to expand that would be a very great honor.

Don't worry about being bored. I am known to be an excellent conversationalist.

[ooc: before answering please fill out this permission post because it will be important regarding his omniscience which has no restrictions in the asylum. I won't be able to answer your tag your character back until you fill this out.]

[As soon as Tim had contacted her, Steph pretty much ran her butt out to meet him, her attention focused entirely to finding him, or making herself as available as possible to be found by him--whatever kind of damage control would be necessary was making her stomach churn more than she would ever want to admit. There was dread there, but she didn't think that could be helped at this point.

This one went on the fuck up wall of shame as far as she was concerned, and even if she wasn't at fault, there was still a sense of guilt there.]

[Sigh.]

[With at most a general idea of his lurking spots in the dome, it would only take a moment before they would see each other, hopefully to work out this mess. Anyone with a sharp eye or a lucky glance or a good nose (?) is free to catch the girl before or after she manages to find the Boy Wonder, whether you happened to see the particular revelation about her or not. She's certainly in a noticeable state of increasing panic over it, which alone would likely raise some concern.]

[[ooc | first thread with Tim is closed but other action!pokes here are very welcome. With this secret identity compromised, pretty much no one who met Stephanie in and out of costume will be surprised -- but still. Life is hard!]]

[Sam smiles, looking more impish than usual. His voice is hushed as he speaks.]

In just a minute Dean is coming home, and I have a surprise for him. I thought there might be some others who wanted to enjoy it with me. And for the record, he has this coming.

[There's a click at the door as someone tries it only to find it is still locked and inserting a key instead. Sam shifts the viewing device to bring the door into the frame. It's aimed a little low, so you can't see the bucket that was carefully arranged above it, but you can see a sudden pouring of white chalk dust over Dean as he steps through the door.]

[ Dean stands there, white as a sheet and pursing his lips before he wiped the dust out of his eyes. ]

Sam, I really hope there's a good explanation for this, because either way, I'm gonna kill you.

[Sam is just laughing.] That's for the toothpaste in my shoes this morning.

(OOC: Sam and Dean will both be responding with a brief IC delay provided Sam lives.)

[Zatanna showing up this morning had been a pleasant surprise for one homesick Dick Grayson.

Now that she's gotten settled in, vented some of her feelings, and had a nice long nap, he decided to show her around Marina. The sooner she got used to this weirdness, the better it will be for her in the long run.

So the two of them will be wandering from sector to sector. Which is a prime opportunity to bother them. Or tease them. Or check up on Zatanna. Or ask Robin exactly why he wears sunglasses at night. The possibilities are endless! These two are fans of shenanigans, so watch out!]


[ooc: You'll (obviously) get replies from both of us, unless you specify that you want one over the other!]

[Click, click, click, click, click goes the lighter.]

Seems I won't need to be telling any more stories. [He actually scoffs.

And then after a beat he just chuckles.] Oh well.


[Private to Alma;]

Hey kid, got a great job for you. Find the fat white cat Wisely was supposed to be taking care of for me. It should be in sector four. [Since Wisely's not all up in his thoughts rn, he's assuming it was a 2-for-1 loss. If it's not, having someone check up on that idiot's still a good thing. That cat better be alive.] Probably stuck in a damn tree.


[Private to Kitty;]

Hm, how's that rhyme go again... Roses are red, violets are blue...