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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. 26th, 2015



Someone missing themselves some green goop in a vial? It don't look FDA approved, whatever the damn thing is.



[Public, but anonymous.]

Is this where we're doing the lost and found?

Glowing buzzy green and turning gears that like to pinch fingers if you're not being careful. I'd really appreciate its return. Really a lot. Please.

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




Something terrible happened.

[Donna C.]

Checking in.

[He tries Helena but it doesn't quite work.]

Hi. I have some bad news.

Oct. 2nd, 2015



[While sitting in the hallway outside the DC door.]


Oct. 1st, 2015


[Enigma and Graves]

[After hearing the shouting coming from upstairs.]

[Text: Eddie N, Emily G, and Donna C]

Please tell me that's one of you upstairs.



[Private to Muerte]
[Groggy, hungover, worried about Gotham.]

Hey, I need you to step out of the door. Something's going on over there and I'm no help if I'm a ghost.

[Jason T.]

Bruce is gone. Can you tell me what's going on?

[Selina K.]
[Shouted from the floor of the apartment's office:]

You here?

[Donna C.]
[Later after texting Faol.]

Hey, are you okay?

Sep. 21st, 2015


"Emily G"

[After this.]

Are you okay?


Textra Credit!

[It pops up as Anonymous. Someone got bored and wrote a little text adventure game with her fun new AI.]

Gotham U: Textra Credit
BoPro Interactive Fiction
Copyright © 2015 by BoPro, Inc. All rights reserved.
Release 3.14 (Beta) / Serial Number 981091701-D

You wake up to the sound of a cow nearby. The room is spinning very gently around your head. Or at least it would be if you could see it. Which you can't.

It is pitch black.

[The cursor blinks expectantly, awaiting instructions.]



[As a result of Emily going Deathly, reality shifts for "Ed" Nashton. His hands go transparent and then the game controller that he was holding suddenly drops to the floor. If she's Death, then he's got to be dead. And if he's dead? Then he's a full on ghost. He does his best to communicate with his electronics:]

W͖͕͍̪͉̟ͅe̴̮͇̤̹̫l̞͖͙͢l̵̦̰̟͔ͅ,͕̝͜ ͇s̘h҉̠̬͉͎͉̗i͙̰̘̲̜̳t͈̼̤͔̗͟.͍͇͈


Who: Emily (or is it?)
What: "Helping" someone out
Where: Gotham U dorms
When: During this "prank"
Warnings/Rating: Creepiness? NPC death.

A new sound fills the hallway like a blanket over the ringing of laughter )

Sep. 15th, 2015


Destin R

[During her phone conversation with Ed, penmanship a little shaky as she scrawls in her journal.]

are you a ghost?

[And then, after a second, jerky as she forces herself to put the words down.] am I a ghost?

[...] would you tell me if we were?



[After retrieving the poor cow and securing her safe in his dorm room with appropriate food and far away from the disturbing devices of bored college students and their knives (though he leaves the knife taped to the wall...):]

That is not funny.

Sep. 14th, 2015



[After this. He calls from Wayne Manor, where he's currently hiding out with Bruce. Ring, ring!]


Eddie, "Emily", Selina

[The rest of the Enigma and Graves crew: Eddie and Emily]
[After this and after no on else shows up for work.]

Are you both in Gotham?



Sep. 13th, 2015


[Eddie N]

[Eddie N]
[He's been gone for more than a day. He hasn't come back to the apartment, not even to sleep. She knows he was going to Gotham, but he hadn't said he'd be gone for as long as he has been. And she hasn't heard from him at all. Not even a message to see how she's doing - to apologize for getting caught up in something. Plus, she's seeing some stuff on the journals that just doesn't look right.

As Muerte:]

You've got me worried. I [...] think I'm going to come over. I know I said I wasn't ready for different doors, but [...] I have to. I hope I'll see you soon. If I totally mess this up, [...] I'm sorry.

[She thinks about sending messages to Selina and Destiny, but in the end she doesn't. The post only stays for about 15 minutes, long enough for her to get out of the Marvel door and through the hotel. She hesitates for a rather long time before finally putting her hand on the DC doorknob and pushing in. As that happens, any messages to "Muerte" or "Death" simply fizzle for the time being. Ink sinks into the page and disappears, digital formats glitch out.]


Public as Aubrey R

So there's definitely no need for Frosh Week to become Frosh Month, right? Is the green body paint still super necessary?

Also, totally unrelated, but the ridiculous abundance of abandoned frat houses on campus have got to be begging for some kind of party. I mean, just an observation. Definitely not insinuating anything. (Nothing to see here, campus security.)

Sep. 12th, 2015



[As Steph B.]

First weekend here, so where tf are the good parties at?

Sep. 9th, 2015


[Selina K]

[After this.]

Paging Miss Kyle.
Miss Selina Kyle.

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