PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

We have a new recruit. His name’s Virgil Hawkins. Codename is Static Shock. Be nice. That means you too, Terry.

[Private to Barbara]
I'll bring him over soon. You can look him over... Or whatever it is you need to do with our newest teenage member.

So what is there to do for fun around here?

I miss them

I need a job or something, something to keep me busy.

Cathy

Still want my help at the Welcome Centre?

You know what's unfair? Waking up feeling like you've got the worst hangover ever, and there isn't a drop of alcohol in your system.

[Filtered to friends/family/against Sam]
It's also unfair to find out that the most important part of your life so far has been one big lie.

[Tonks]
Thanks for the stuff you sent over. It helped.

Okay. So, now that I'm gisted with a side of clothes from Wal-Mart and place to stay with half decent company. . .

What's a girl gotta do for a job? Huh? I. . .am a damn good detective and looook! Shiny new PI license, just took the test last year!

If nothing else I make a damn good receptionist who happens to slip helpful little post-its into all your case files. You should hear my phone voice.

Takers?

( 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!

I've been having these... nightmares. I'm not sure where they're coming from, but... I always wake up sweating, crying... scared. There's this... creature. All I see is gray, and... spikes of some sort. And blood. I see its fists covered in blood, but it's not its own. So much... blood... hate... violence. Then I see its face... I hear myself scream... and then I wake up.

What is that thing? Why does it keep invading my dreams? It makes me feel like... it's coming after me.

It doesn't feel right. All these things happened with her, she had all these memories, and now she's suddenly not aware of anything that's happened here? Does anything ever work out with her the right way? One second she's slipping off to pick up a second identity, the next she's jumping back in with memory loss. She doesn't even remember Doomsday and that's pretty...I don't know how to feel about that.

This may sound ridiculously mundane in a city like this, but here it is: My team has a temporary holding facility and as soon as I finish about thirty of the final run-throughs, it's going to be open for use to the rest of the vigilante (or whatever you prefer to call yourselves) population of the city. Unfortunately not everything here can be turned to dust or sent back to hell, and --surprise, surprise-- the humans we catch are relatively breakout savy. Gotta love our luck and how it follows us from 'verse to 'verse.

Let's not even go into the legality of this, alright?

[as oracle]

[Bat-Family]
March 3rd, Bruce's penthouse, 6:30pm. We're having dinner.

Terry, you're starting school on Monday and Helena, there's an opening at his school teaching if you want it. I can have fake papers done up by Sunday.

[Helena]
And it would please me immensely if you wanted to take it and keep an eye on the kid during the day.

You noticed, he's using the name Nightwing now?

My mom is gone. I couldn't find her anywhere.

I'm so happy.

So happy that I think I'll get drunk.

I don't know why I announced it.

Maybe I do.

I want people to know how happy I am.

I think everyone should drown their happiness in alcohol.


Tee hee.

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 typical that Luthor would find a way to best me, even when he's not here, how

I apologize for anything that I may have said that was out of line over the past few days. I wasn't myself.

...

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.

I am so SICK of all the whining!

How's about we swap that bullshit out for some fun, huh? Come on!

I've fallen so far, and strayed so much. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find myself again. I wonder if I'll ever find my way back to him who I used to be.

[ooc: emo!Lois has been thinking too much. Hack the strike at will.]

Did you all know that Lex Luthor was here before?

The police obviously have far too much time on their hands, and I certainly can't imagine why, given the sort of nonsense that goes on around here.

My darling lovelies, I was approached today for having the audacity to smoke a cigarette out-of-doors.  Isn't it just the absolute most?  Of course, I told the officer that if he were a proper upright sort of lad he'd have seen the smoke and immediately taken actions to put me out.  Did he want a case of spontaneous combustion on his hands?

Um... are you okay? Uh... I know you're pretty busy, with all the stuff about the Lazarus Pits, and everything that's going on. Do you... need my help with anything? You know I'm here if you do. And I just might really be missing you. I feel like... I should be doing something. I should be doing something more. More than I have been, that is.

I'm doing an article on those Lazarus Pit's for the Press. Anyone want to share their opinions on them?

I have a question for Superman.

Why do you wear your underwear on the outside?



I'm sorry, this is just going to bug me all day if I don't ask! I have to know.

Edited: Apparently even this type of question is too sensitive for people. Do me a favor. Next time I think of asking a stupid question, someone go to my apartment and punch me out. I'll make things easier for all of us.

I'm feeling better, A good night's....relaxation. does wonders for ones mind. Orders things.

I think thats what the city lacks. Proper honest to goodness order. Its developing factions, squabbling and fighting and its going to make things worse.

Just needs a push in the right direction is all.

And that woman that has everyone so concerned? Logic would indicate if she is a threat? Kill her. For now,at very least find somewhere to keep her out of harms way. Its not that difficult to comprehend.

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.]

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.]

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]

Why is everybody fighting? This is stupid. Instead of arguing who's right (since everybody is), isn't it easier to get off the computer and actually go do stuff? You can't protect your families by threatening everyone. All that does is make people angrier.



Grown-ups are so dumb, sometimes.

Clowns are supposed to be funny.

Your jokes? Are far from funny.

[Filtered to Justice League, Hyperion - the usual hero groups]

Isis is fine, but the entire block went up. I could use some backup.

[ooc: posted as superman / lengthy conversations probably took place after stabilizing the situation.]

They were playing Elvis at the office today. Reminded me of Perry.

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

When I said I wanted a vacation I should have specified that my vacation of choice does not include the following: An excessive amount of cameras positioned outside of my building, vampires with fashion senses that I haven’t seen in person since the late eighties, a receptionist who would rather pull up youtube and watch George Bush trying his hardest (and failing) to not say something that sounds like it's just come straight from the mouth of a seventh grade boy, when she should be doing what I pay her to do, and most importantly, a clown whose sanity is as dead as prehistoric America.

But thinking about it, I have no right to complain. It could be worse. I could still be on America’s Most Wanted. I could be in an asylum with padded walls and heavy medication. The list goes on.

[Filtered to Barbara Gordon]
Do you mind if I drop by within the next few days? I’d like to see you.

[ooc: Posted as Bruce Wayne]

So, I managed to find Shadowcrest. Finally. Teleportation spells don't work amazingly here. Joy.

Pretty flash of red and blue I noticed up in the sky earlier. This place isn't home and I'm not saying I want to stay here (if it has to be California, it should always be San Francisco…), but hey, at least some things look familiar.

They say life is full of surprises, but when you're in one part of the country one minute and all the way across it the next... don't you think that's a bit much—even for life's crazy standards?

But since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I've been looking for an excuse to get out of Gotham, anyway.

[ OOC: Posted as Selina. ]

Hey Glory, wanna go home?
I can't keep hiding in here Buffy, I can't
I'm sorry everyone, they're all hurt because of me, because she wants me

Daytime tv sucks.

After only a little pleading, and revealing who I really am, I was able to sweet-talk convince the editor to reinstate me to my previous position as part of The Daily Press's reporting staff. God, I was getting so tired of sitting on my ass, filing paperwork and eavesdropping on people's conversations. Besides, I think this city needs a reporter like me right now, with all this crazy stuff going on with the Joker and all these other creepies.

Now, the only question that remains is... should I go back to red, or keep the brown?

Ohhh, what the fuck, man? You've gotta be fucking kidding me. The Joker? The damn Batman? I even heard fucking Superman is around here.

Man, what the hell is this crazy ass place?


[ooc: Yes, Adam's going off on a tangent. He's not canon-puncturable, but he's kind of puncturing here. So if your kid is a non like he is, just ignore him. :p]

That demon, Lilith, has Jack.

The Winchester family seems to be forming some kind of army to take her down. I thought you should know, I'm going with them. If all goes right, I'll be home sometime tomorrow, maybe the day after, one of the two, depending.

Take care, and stay safe from the Joker.

Joker? You’re dead. Enjoy your last moments while you’re in one piece.

(ooc: Posted as Batman. And grumpy!Batman is grumpy. What a bright and sunny first post.)

[Sent as Oracle.
Attch: Huge ass file on the Joker. Like the wiki, but with more.]

This is ten years worth of information on the man who calls himself The Joker. About ten minutes ago there was an explosion that ranged from [address] to [address]. About two city blocks, gone. Injury reports are still coming in, but already I'm already hearing twenty and many more injured. The Joker isn't a demon, he's not a vampire, he's not anyone with any power aside from a near genius intellect in chemistry, weaponry, and blowing things to hell. That said, underestimate him at your peril. I'm well aware that he looks like a clown, but the man is a menace and he's like a cockroach. I can't count the number of times I've seen him 'die', only to reappear again. Jail cells won't hold him, aside from that, he's not easily caught and the one person who I know can isn't here.

I already warned Gabriel, but don't taunt him. Don't challenge him. Don't try and push him over an edge. He'll accept your challenge and you will have alerted him to your existence, which isn't something you really want to do, believe me. If you're out and you see him, don't approach him unless-- well, just don't. Not directly, at any rate, and if you do please, please, please make sure you have some sort of plan. He will not. I would tell the entire city of Los Angeles, but when you tell the general public something like that, that just tends to make them more curious. I'm just assuming that the few of you are sensible enough to at least consider this advice. The Joker and I have a history, and I know exactly what he's capable of this. This isn't just from nowhere.

Like I said, the Joker won't have a plan. He doesn't do plans. He does chaos. That's essentially all he wants. I can't tell you what he'll do next, but I can tell you that I'm currently watching all hospitals, hospices, business centers, homeless shelters... basically anywhere where there are innocent and helpless people. Residents of the Isis, and those of you who work at the Welcome Center? You could be targets. Again, I can't say anything for sure, but he likes chaos and he likes confused innocents. He might rob a bank and then burn the money. He'll take hostages and then kill them after his demands are met. Just because.

Just be careful. And if any of you can spare some superpowers for down town, I'm sure the EMTs and fire departments would appreciate it.

Hmm. Well. Well, well, well. Isn't this... quaint.

Let's liven up the place.

Dreams are something else, aren't they?

Deadlines. Don't you just love them?

I'm doing another article on how people are adjusting to the city after being brought here. Does anyone want to answer a few questions for me? We could easily do it here over the boards.