Rooms

[Jason T.]

I know you're out there. Why didn't you contact me? I looked for you, I was worried. You ass.

This necklace is yours, now.

[locked to gwen s]

Okay?

[locked to damian w]

Better yet?

[Certainly the location of one masked vigilante is not high on anyone's list of priorities in the aftermath of the explosion and subsequent earthquake, but rumor flies fast in a disaster area. A pair of volunteer rescue workers claim to have pulled a man from the rubble of a donut shop near the epicenter of the explosion. He was wearing the Hood's helmet, but it was badly crushed, and it had done something pretty terrible to his face. They claim to have brought him home to let him rest up and figure out whether to keep a dangerous vigilante under their care, but, thank god, the guy was gone on his own power by morning. They were able to get back out there and keep helping people. And no, they haven't seen him since.]

Who: Jason Todd
What: Where is Jason Todd?
Where: ?
When: ?
Warnings/Rating: Bad news bears.

( And anyway, where was Jason Todd? )

[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

[BatComm]
[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?

[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.]

[Shortly after handing the hard drive off to Harry. Aged back up, and she tries Peter first, only to learn he's gone. She tries Flash second, and then Mr. Rogers. She doesn't try Mr. Stark, because he's dead, and after looking out the windows and pinpointing the locations of the HYDRA agents (and verifying there's no door to the hotel from inside the museum), she contacts Jason (okay, so maybe there's some time factored in for crying a lot). She almost messages Mary Jane, but she figures there's really no point in telling her the boys are gone, and maybe it's better to let her not know for as long as possible.]

[Locked to Jason T]
Is that Joker thing you have to do complicated?

[Vigilante Group lock]
[Jason, Dick, Tim, Stephanie (and then after some thought) Superboy]

I know what happened to Damian. I need help finding him. Do we all have comms?

[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?

[After this. His handwriting is loopy & affectionate.]

Gasp!

Batman you did better than I could have ever dreamed!
Glory!
Glory!

So are we going to go find a psycho's bombs, or just sit around talking about them? Because campus security doesn't seem too excited to turn bomb squad.

Did somebody just get arrested who wasn't the person that just murdered someone?

[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.]

Who: Anyone who wishes to attend
What: A reluctant party
Where: Wayne Manor grounds (Exterior. The Batcave is inaccessible, and the Manor is locked to non-thieves and non-family.)
When: During the Gotham age-down plot
Warnings/Rating: This is a group log. Please place locations in headers, and use warnings where required.

Crowded, the party was upscale. College kids littered the grounds of Wayne Manor, but the decor was still the best Gotham had to offer, despite the relative youth of the attendants. The front steps were lantern-lit, and the stone landing and fountain circle were the center of the festivities for the evening. From the landing, a DJ played college hits, and there were two white tents erected for dancing. Around the twinkle-lit fountain, there was a well-stocked bar and an opulent buffet, and someone had even ordered an ice-sculpture swan to glitter in the lantern lights. Only the best booze, only the most expensive hor d'oeuvres, and it was a Gotham charity gala in miniature.

The doors to the big house were locked tight, but the grounds were unguarded (save for a certain inaccessible Batcave). Beyond the verdant and unlit field, a gamekeeper's house sat locked, and the stables housed a horse or two, empty stalls and impressive hay stacks. The greenhouse was warm, even in the evening, the day's heat still holding onto leaves and blooms. All around the property, the largely-untamed gardens were barely lit and perfect for slipping away, benches and trees and shrubs to hide behind. Early in the evening, and they were already crowded, the gardens, with pawing teenagers two-bottles deep.

Beyond the gardens, trees grew tall and eclipsed the moon and stars, and the loud music from the party barely carried there, where the canopy shut out the world.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.................

WAIT.

HOLD ON.

WHO GAVE ME CREDIT CARDS?

Nevermind.

Too late.

No take backs.

[Public minus Flash T]

[ETA: After this and this.]

Campus security isn't picking up. Anyone else have any ideas for dealing with a weirdo stalker?

Misunderstanding. Carry on.

Can we please deal with the cow now?

[Locked to Peter P & Flash T]
So, that went super badly.

[Locked to Jason T]
[Obliviously.] Thanks, James Dean.

Hey GU freshmen, there's a leak from the guys' showers seeping out into the hallway. Might want to put your stuff up on a chair or something.

[SITUATION UPDATE: One And Two.

One shower head is bent flat to halt the flow of water. Until it is entirely replaced, the stall is out of order. Conner takes his mattress outside to dry on the stairs.]