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Nov. 2nd, 2015


log: eddie/muerte at the funeral home

Who: Eddie & Muerte
When: recently
Where: Muerte's old funeral home
What: helping along a lost soul~
Warnings: sads. talk of death. cute stuff too.

She tightened her fingers around his, waiting for that slip of his presence into absence, hung on while the tidal wave of herself and the damaged, lingering souls of Gotham washed over her. )

Oct. 28th, 2015


quicklog: robinson park; ivy, kitty, and eddie

Who: Pammy, Selina, and Eddie
What: Selina and Eddie are making a visit to Pam's kingdom.
Where: Robinson Park.
When: Not long after the destruction.
Warnings: None yet?

[As for as monuments of Gotham went, Robinson Park was doing better than others. It was still standing, so there was that. Several of the larger trees had toppled after having their ancient root structures fractured by the blast that radiated up from inside the Earth. So now those trees laid on their sides, and the roots stood tall, perpendicular, clotted with so much soil and the little squirming things that lived in the soil. These things were uncomfortable exposed to the air, and it made Ivy sad because she knew what that was like, being overexposed. She'd felt it in the city, she'd felt it surrounded by buildings and lights, granite crushing down upon even when it was just standing there. She hadn't liked feeling surrounded by things so strange and just wrong, like a fish out of water, and maybe that's how these little squirming bug things felt now that their homes were torn up and totaled.

Ivy still didn't know the nature of why this had happened. Earthquake, she assumed. Which seemed weird for this coast, but Gotham was weird anyway. Still, for the most part, Robinson park was in a good state. One of the massive trees that fell, it managed to completely blockade one of the park's main entrances. It wasn't impossible to crawl over, it would be the same as crawling over a barked-over taxi cab… but Ivy didn't really see what the worry about the park was anyway. Selina made it sound like things could get bad. In destruction like this, there would be looting, she knew. But there were no shops here, nothing to take. There were still many small animals living in the park, nowhere else to go for them, but most of the birds had abandoned the place entirely. There was grit and dust in the air everywhere in the city, but the air in the park itself seemed strangely clean. Supernaturally refreshing, a true oasis. Every breath of air was cool min on the throat, every smell tropical citrus.

On that fallen tree blocking the main entrance, Ivy sat. Cross-legged, studying the busted root structure with a contemplative, studious expression. She wore tired old lace, cream smudged with dirt and moss. It had probably been a pretty dress once, something a bridesmaid would have worn proudly in the 80s. As it was now? It looked like Ivy had been wearing the thing for weeks, there were all kinds of rips and tears, and it didn't look near warming enough for exposed nights in a park, but she didn't shiver.

She contemplated a caterpillar, held him up on the tip of her index finger. Her hair was a bit of a mess too, like it couldn't decide how red it wanted to be yet, so it settled on pieces of auburn in shafts of more demanding light.]


locked: Clementine M and Cris M

[Clementine M]

Hi, honey. I'm back.

[Cris M]

I'm back. Is Sam okay?

Oct. 27th, 2015



[Anonymously.] Someone missing a bo stick?

Oct. 26th, 2015


Call: Sam A

[After this.]

[Call to Sam A]


Selina K

[Blood definitely present, not in quantities enough to be concerning.] Help


she devil ninja beast

Oct. 25th, 2015


text: cris m, cerise s


need you need you
need you


quicklog: gotham general hospital, red robin & superboy

Who: Red Robin & Superboy
What: After the rescue work
Where: Hospital rooftop.
When: Late, late at night.
Warnings: None likely.

[It had been a long day. A long night. Every spittle, slow drip bit of time all in between was blood, bodies, broken bones, screaming, dirt, and rubble. This was just like Cataclysm all over again, and it felt as overwhelming as it had the first time a massive earthquake demolished Gotham. Tim didn't do helpless well, his mode became kind of robotic as he scavenged for the living with the help of of Superboy, who hurried the survivors to hospitals both in Gotham and around the surrounding cities. He performed CPR on dozens of people, he pried rubble and granite loose from trapped bodies until blood ran from the tears in his black gloves. He told each and every person that it was going to be alright, but he wasn't sure that he believed it. In the times in between, the spare ones when he was able to draw a breath and think for a second about anything outside of an adrenalized moment, he thought about Stephanie. He thought about his stepmom. He thought about how tired he was of losing people. Every. Damn. Time. This is what Gotham had become for Tim, a mass grave.

It was late when most of the rescue work was finished or under control. His comm had gone fuzzy, busted due to his altercation with Damian when Tim had taken a hard kick to the head. Facial contusions beneath that domino mask? Highly likely. Concussion? Potential. Largest concern? The rumbling in his stomach. Tim's face hurt, and his body hurt, his freaking heart hurt as he stood on the roof of Gotham General Hospital and watched so much of the city burn. It would take days to put out the fires completely. He was out of touch with everyone with his comm down, and he didn't know what to think while he looked out over the skyline. Even when he'd packed up to France for all those years, he'd never felt so alone.]

Oct. 21st, 2015


[Gotham: Selina & Robert]

[Selina killed three people before breakfast.

Carefully selected, and not a lily-white soul among them, and it was a necessary evil. Holding the East End, it was all that mattered, and her focus was pinpoint. The only way to hold a territory in this destroyed Gotham was to be respected. Oh, she was lucky; the girls loved her. The girls she'd been feeding, clothing and patching up her entire life, and she was one of them, and they trusted her. They were loyal, and the low-level thugs she took in after the bridges were destroyed, their families housed and fed now, they were loyal, too.

But it was the people who weren't loyal, they were the problem. And, so, three people died before breakfast. Selina sitting there, presiding and with a coffee cup in hand. Murders, rapists, pedophiles, and she chose them well. But, and even still, she couldn't help but think of just how much Bruce would disapprove. But Bruce wasn't here, and Gotham was feasting on itself, devouring itself, and there was no other way.

She had over a hundred-thousand now, give or take, that belonged to her. She wanted to double it by the end of the week. But there was time to breathe, perhaps. Perhaps it was weakness, but she wasn't going to think about it too long. Instead, she propped the door to her room over the clinic, the view outside the windows one of destruction and chaos. She sat on the sill, denim and grey, a black suit jacket tossed onto the mussed bed, and her hair too clean and shiny for the situation at hand, her lush lips sinful red. But controlling a territory? It was about appearances, and the kitty cat was very good at faux exteriors.]

Oct. 20th, 2015


quicklog: gotham ground zero; feat. harry, gwen, damian, & babs

Who: Harry & Gwen & Damian & Barbara
What: Harry & Gwen are trapped in the rubble, help is on the way!
Where: Gotham.
When: After Damian did a no-no.
Warnings: Language maybe? Blood mentions probs.

[The clothing store had been nice, which wasn't something that Harry had ever thought to associate with the likes of Gotham. He knew that there was money in the city, there was money everywhere, but still… it'd been a pleasant surprise. And wasn't that greatest irony of it? Just when Harry had begun to think that maybe Gotham wasn't the horrible place that he'd always imagined it to be, the foundation literally crumbled from beneath their feet.

Now, in the dirt and the concrete rubble, it was a lucky thing that they hadn't been crushed to death. Maybe it was the blow to the head that kept Harry from going full-tilt freakout, but the horror of the situation hadn't really set in yet. Nobody knew that he'd come to Gotham, Harry had his doubts that anybody even knew that Gwen had decided to move here, so now they were just going to have to die here like nobodies.]

We can't die here. Not in Gotham. [He tried to joke, because ew, but there was too much worry in his voice to make for comedy. Harry groaned, it was a pained sound, partly because Gwen touched his injured arm in that moment, but also because the realization that the two of them were essentially buried alive… it was hitting him. Gwen was doing her best to pull the heavy rubble away from Harry's pinned arm. The brickwork was heavy, and it had been keeping the lower part of his arm numb due to its weight, but when she lifted the weight of the stone away, blood and feeling flew back down his hand and fingers in a deep, unforgiving throb. Even though Gwen was being as gentle as she could, Harry screamed through teeth clenched tight.]

Don't! Don't! [He begged her not to move anything again, and simultaneously hoped more than anything that she wouldn't have to if she'd already pulled the entire thing clear away.]

Oct. 17th, 2015


[Penny Dreadful(s): Mina, Vanessa and Victor.]

[Mina hungered.

She'd lost track of time since he'd gone. Him, Master, keeper of secrets, her past, her present. She'd lost track of time since he'd gone, and she was newly awoken and newly awake, and she'd no idea how to hunt in this place. Her memories of feeding were something from before her eyes were opened, and she recalled them through fog and confusion. She'd given her word. Not here, and she would not hunt here, and she'd promised. But she'd lost track of time since he'd come, since he'd gone, and the house had been closed, and the basement quiet. No one home, and she hungered.

There was no before, and there was no after. She was a thing of a moment, of the present, and she was no longer two parts, schism, but she was lost, adrift, and perhaps she should not have offered to go to the church. But Victor was there, and Mina was so terribly alone, and he was a kind voice in her mind. He was words writ, spines cracked and pages that crackled when turned by her cold fingers.

She'd lost track of time since he'd gone, the Master, but she'd found his books and read them like things nearly recalled. Warm, like blankets, and her fingers upon pages with words indented deep, and she thought she could read the letters with her eyes closed. It was memory, and she understood it not, but it kept her warm. But she'd lost track of time, and he was gone.

She cared naught for Vanessa's predicament. The night of the seance was a thing couched in mourning, and loss came after on quiet feet. Tonight, she entered the old church where God stood silent, and she was a thing dressed in rumpled silk. Mauve, and her hair loose and tangled blonde along her spine. No gloves, and her boots worn through at the soles. Pale, pale, pale as the dead in the graveyard.

And Mina, she hungered.]

Oct. 14th, 2015



[He has no idea how his phone has managed to reappear, spotless, amid the rubble he's still trapped beneath, but he doesn't question it. It's inconsequential. He calculates the time he was out, roughly, from the blood around him, how it has coagulated. Dazed, uncomprehending, he tries for a lock and fails.]

Barbara joker his body

Oct. 12th, 2015


[Gwen & Harry: Gotham]

[Gwen had been staying at the Manor since Jason helped her escape from The Morgan (and from HYDRA). Wayne Manor was huge, and it totally made the opulent penthouse she'd grown up in look tiny. Her mom's money, which Gwen had always considered crazy vast, was nothing compared to this. This was like Mr. Osborn, and even spending her childhood with Harry hadn't prepared Gwen for this place. It was removed from the city, and there was all kinds of grounds that the Osborn Estate didn't have, since it was in the middle of Manhattan. She kind of liked it, but it was quiet. Jason was off with his family, trying to find Damian, and Gwen was kind of glad Harry was coming to visit; the distraction would be nice.

She had no idea bombs had been set under the city, or she would've totally come up with a Plan B for a safe hiding place.

But, unfortunately, she was completely and totally unaware. So, she slipped into a pleated grey skirt and layered tees in grey and white. Knee-high boots over thigh-high socks, and she left the Manor.

She called a cab to take her to Gotham's version of downtown, and she sold one of the bangle bracelets her dad had given her. Then, she found a trendy store and propped open a mundane looking door in the dressing room, before going back out into the store. She totally needed clothes, and she figured shopping was a good distraction as she waited for Harry. Okay, so her eyes were still puffy from crying, and that had nothing to do with her now-healed shin. It was hard to lose nearly everyone, and the timing kind of sucked, and being homeless kind of sucked, and she was doing that hopeless thing Peter hated (past tense) so much. Maybe (hopefully) shopping (and Harry) would help.]



My therapist keeps telling me that I can't be afraid to go outside, that I have to get comfortable with this. But it is so much easier to stay where I know where everything is. Being out there? It's overwhelming. All the sounds, the commotion. I lose track of where I am, and asking for help is hard when you don't know who you're talking to.

Oct. 9th, 2015



[Dick, Steph, Tim, Donna, Superboy, Jason.]

[Gravely, even if she's clearly trying to sound conversational:] Everyone say hi to our new computer helper, Donna. She's at my rig, so if you need intel, ask her. Donna? We'll come up with a cool superhero name for you later.

I'm at the location Damian sent me. I have Joker's body. Death by strangulation, no doubt Damian's work. [...] The entrance to the underground tunnel has been opened and since there's fresh prints and disturbed dust, I think it was recent. I think he went down there. [...] Who's here? Who can help out?

Oct. 8th, 2015


[Quicklog: Hotel → Gotham]

[Getting out of the Morgan wasn't as easy as Gwen expected, and that could be blamed entirely on the injured state of her shin. She cursed (literally and loudly) her lack of webs, and she cursed the fact that her suit wasn't anywhere she could find. She had a vague recollection of taking her bag to Gotham, but she must have left it at Wayne Manor, because she didn't have it with her. While ultimately convenient (since she was headed there, anyway), the lack of webs made her spider thing kind of super useless. Okay, okay, so it was mostly super useless anyway, since she'd been reset to zero when she was "born," but she was pretty sure she could manage to get from one building to the other without the use of her injured leg, if she only had the webs. But she didn't have them, and she totally had to improvise.

And improvising, in this case, meant waiting for Jason to create a distraction (she hoped that was Jason that sent the HYDRA agents running), and then run for it as fast as she could manage (which wasn't super fast).

By the time she made it into the hotel hallway, there was blood in her shoe, and there were tears on her face, but she'd sustained no new injuries. She didn't even sit down, because she was kind of worried she wouldn't get back up if she did, so she leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath. She tried to convince herself that everything would be fine. HYDRA would lose interest in her, and she could go back home. Not that it felt very much like home without Peter and Flash, but at least Harry was going to visit her in Gotham. It wouldn't be so bad, and she was determined that the situation should be a temporary one. She'd managed without Flash before, and she'd lived through a lot of Peters, and it would be fine - even if it felt like the world was ending.]

Oct. 7th, 2015


Quicklog: Faol, Penny, Bruce, Selina, Bucky (+Tony)

[Once the plans had been made, the cars came. Each was unobtrusive, sleek and gleaming and the interior smelled like upholstery shampoo and money. The ride to the facility was two hours from the center of Manhattan: long enough to be out of the way of tabloid journalists and scandal, beyond the Hudson and the decimation of the laboratory that lay beneath the iron-grey water. From the outside, the building looked like a home. Modern by design but unobtrusive in a landscape mostly scattered.

The door refused to open other than to an iris-scan, the familiar holographic blue of Stark technology and it would admit only one at a time.

Upon entry to the building, it became rapidly apparent that this was not a home. To the right, what had once been the living room had been stripped out and replaced with a bed: the kind found in discreet and eye-wateringly expensive clinics in Switzerland. Tech surrounded the bed: screens that monitored for signs of life, the majority of which were quietly humming with no apparent significance. A drip hung above the bed, and a ventilator stood by.

The presence of medical staff - the kind who ran the equipment and attended to the man in the bed - was undeniably obtrusive. White coats, and they were within the place. Not by the bedside currently, but Pepper was. There was no press-release to explain absence, but the press were now used to Tony disappearing frequently for unexplained periods and Pepper could run whatever was required from whatever location was required. It was easier than she had thought it would be.

She wasn't business-meeting appropriate now. She was black on black and she sat in the sort of low chair drawn up to hospital bedsides all over the world, except this looked as if enough money had been spent to make it comfortable.]

Oct. 5th, 2015


Louis D, Daniel W, Penny R, Trystan C, Cerise S, Marta F, Seven M, Joseph W, Peggy C, Luke H, Clem M

[After this, the post is deleted.] [Locked separately to Louis D, Daniel W, Penny R, Trystan C, Cerise S, Marta F, Seven M, Joseph W, Peggy C, Luke H, & Clem M (all including Sam A)]
Who are you?

[In-person: Sam A/Cris M]
[From their booth, he just taps his iPad with two fingers.] Done.

Oct. 3rd, 2015


Who:Mingmei and Kitane
Where: Mingmei's apartment in Marvel Door
When: Shortly after this network post to Kitane, so backdated a bit
What: Mingmei recovers from the subway attack
Warnings: Probably none
Status: Incomplete, threaded

It was like nothing she had ever experienced before... )


Clem M, Declan M, Irene A: Penny Dreadful(s)

Who: Clementine M, Declan M, Irene A
What: A ball. ~Distraction.
When: Post-tiny plot, post-Daniel-seeking
Warnings: TBD: nothing expected

The party had no cause, or purpose beyond a celebration. It was not precisely fashionable, because fashionable was boring, but it was exciting and so everyone in town beyond the boring had turned up )

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