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Mickey plus three (plusthree) wrote in we_float,
@ 2010-05-10 11:50:00

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plot: the city sleeps

Who: All characters who received a black envelope.
What: meeting cont. with input from outside...
When: May 8th, 5 pm [i think?]
Where: Anhalt Building, 1005 E. Roy Street.
Status: Open; in progress.

Mickey stood off to the side, periodically nudging his ear with his hand, trying to keep the music going when the news feeds bubbled up, wanting his attention. A sharp sound of an alarm sent his senses inward, his body stilling, eyes going up and disfocused as he sought sense from the ping. Something was important, something tripped an alert...

He murmured under his breath as he listened to the news spot, not realizing he spoke aloud. "Word reporter here, live on the spot. I'm seeing some smoke coming out of the underground here." Mickey made a noise of frustration, turning as if seeking an image to go with the sound and words he was saying. "It's unclear exactly what's going on, but the police appear to be evacuating area residents from Pioneer Square just over the--" a small hiccup, his voice rising rapidly as the words poured unwittingly from mind to mouth, "Joker Underground. I don't see any jokers here, even though there's some talk on the street already about a registration bill."

His gaze snapped back into almost focus abruptly, turning as if to look at the others, even though his gaze didn't settle on anything but the wall beyond. He rocked from foot to foot, hands clamped in agitation. "What is that smoke coming from? Are we looking at terrorist activity? Police aren't- wait, no, I'm a reporter. I have a right to be here. Wait, no..."

He went silent, both hands coming up to press against his eyes, then digging at his ear. "No, no, I need more. Where is it, why can't I get it when I want it. Damnit I need that back."

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	JT/Mickey sparkleboi 2010-05-10 05:08 pm UTC (link)
	JT took a hesitant step towards the freaking out man, one of them that he hadn't talked to yet, "Hey, are you OK?" (Reply to this) (Thread)

	JT/Mickey plusthree 2010-05-10 05:20 pm UTC (link)
	Mickey's attention turned to JT, and he blinked, asking, "Was I talking out loud?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: JT/Mickey sparkleboi 2010-05-11 01:26 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, muttering, it sounded like a news broadcast." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	JT/Mickey plusthree 2010-05-11 01:30 pm UTC (link)
	Mickey nodded once, the gesture short and awkward. "Breaking news, livestream, didn't mean to blurt it out, but... something in..." His eyes disfocused again as he turned his mind inward, sifting through the rapid influx of information, wincing at the flood of flagged items, all referring to Seattle's Joker Underground. "I can't go home," he said flatly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: JT/Mickey sparkleboi 2010-05-11 01:49 pm UTC (link)
	Concern flooded JT's face, "Don't worry, we can find you a place." He put a hand on Mickey's arm. When did it become we? "I'm JT, by the way." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

JT/Mickey

plusthree
2010-05-11 01:56 pm UTC (link)

Mickey couldn't help but laugh a bit at that. He introduced himself, "Mickey. For now."

Eyes closed a moment and he fought to dial back the noise, sighing when it let its tight hold slip and he was able to pay attention to the younger man in front of him. "Finding a place is tougher than you think. I was at the shelter. Don't have a job." He spread his hands wide, and shrugged. "Can't keep one."

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	Re: JT/Mickey sparkleboi 2010-05-11 02:16 pm UTC (link)
	"I've got a couch," JT said with a grin, and a stun gun, if you are a weirdo, "you are welcome to it. As for a job, sounds like that might be the least of our worries if there are riots out there now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	JT/Mickey plusthree 2010-05-11 02:30 pm UTC (link)
	"Or if they want to sterilize us." Mickey winced. "No, really don't like that thought. At all." But cleaning his mind out, that part didn't sound so bad, and wasn't that a sort of sterilization? No, it was murder, or at least that's what Char's note had implied. "The problem with no job is no food. And I like to eat occasionally." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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sparkleboi, 2010-05-11 02:41 pm UTC

JT/Mickey -

plusthree, 2010-05-11 02:58 pm UTC

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sparkleboi, 2010-05-11 05:25 pm UTC

JT/Mickey -

plusthree, 2010-05-11 05:32 pm UTC

Del

blackhole_son
2010-05-10 06:50 pm UTC (link)

He dropped the fourth chair he overturned, a sharp, short gasp coming out of his mouth. Where his sudden motion earlier had falsely indicated to some a bout of fright after stepping outside of the room, this one was genuine.

A Shadow. His vision had skipped. He bent down and picked up the chair and, with the surprise gone, Del could identify the edges where his sight warped and yet... still looked like the interior corner of the chair.

He knocked the chair next to him over and peered underneath - no such skip.

"Somebody come here a second."

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	Del/Zadkiel lifeibreathe 2010-05-10 06:59 pm UTC (link)
	Zadkiel went over to where Del was knocking over chairs, stepping carefully to not get hit by any suddenly moving furniture. "What is it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Del/Zadkiel

blackhole_son
2010-05-10 07:13 pm UTC (link)

Del didn't turn around, just pointed to the corner of the underside of the chair. He could see his own finger just fine over the blank splot in his vision. "Do you see anything in this corner here? Something small?" he asked as he set the folding chair with the legs in the air so it wouldn't collapse down.

This didn't make any sense - a scavenger hunt and a clue that he couldn't see? Not just see, but something Shadowed.

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Del/Zadkiel

lifeibreathe
2010-05-10 08:07 pm UTC (link)

Zadkiel peered at the bottom of the chair and frowned. He didn't see anything except whoever had done the painting on the underside had done a shoddy job. It was all blotchy in the corner Del was pointing to.

He ran his fingers over it, feeling a slight bump, but it could be just a bubble in the paint, a drip that ran. "I don't see anything," he said. "There's a slightly raised bit. That's all."

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Del/Zadkiel

blackhole_son
2010-05-10 08:17 pm UTC (link)

"That doesn't make any sense," he said to himself, then ran his fingers over the same area. Del didn't have the delicate sense that Zadkiel did, but now that he'd said it, he could feel the slight rise of the space.

He didn't have anything in the way of fingernails or he'd have started scraping at the coating. "There's something here. I just can't... see it." Del tried to focus himself on the area but it was hard with so much action going on all around it, it kept pulling at his attention span.

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Del/Zadkiel

lifeibreathe
2010-05-10 08:36 pm UTC (link)

"Here. Let me." Zadkiel pulled a small knife from his trouser pocket, unfolding the blade. He applied it to the underside of the chair, scraping carefully to avoid causing more damage than was necessary. He shuddered at the noise of it, and was relieved when whatever it was came free. "It's just a black speck of some sort," he said. "It must have been stuck there when they painted the thing."

He held it out to Del.

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Del/Zadkiel

blackhole_son
2010-05-10 08:47 pm UTC (link)

That was it. It was the oddest sensation to watch the ripple in his field of vision move as Zadkiel's hand did, like his hand was parting reality. But he could see it now, or at least the bit of it that wasn't covered by paint.

"That's it." He held out his hand, pretty sure if he tried to take it, he'd miss or potentially drop it. "I mean, the paint. There is something in the paint covering it. Hiding it, I bet," Del smiled. "A Clue."

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	Del/Zadkiel lifeibreathe 2010-05-10 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	Zadkiel placed the bit of whatever-it-was into Del's palm. "A clue to what? What do you suppose it is?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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itsticking, 2010-05-10 09:22 pm UTC

Del/Zadkiel/Ganesh -

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itsticking, 2010-05-10 10:32 pm UTC

Del/Zadkiel/Ganesh -

blackhole_son, 2010-05-10 10:46 pm UTC

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itsticking, 2010-05-11 12:42 am UTC

Del/Zadkiel/Ganesh -

blackhole_son, 2010-05-11 01:30 am UTC

Del/Zadkiel/Ganesh/Tom -

timestoodstill, 2010-05-11 10:42 pm UTC

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sparkleboi, 2010-05-11 11:35 pm UTC

Tom

timestoodstill
2010-05-10 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Oh. Shit.

Everything was starting to click into place. Snippets he'd heard about something being signed into law, protests, riots, and now something about smoke and the Joker Underground. Something was going down, and it was big and bad.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through newsfeeds, blogs, anything that might give him a clue as to what was going on out there.

He made sure to keep Maxxie in sight, even if he was just glancing out of the corner of his eye, because he didn't want to lose her if (or possibly when) the shit hit the fan.

His eyes went wider as he read, and finally he looked up. "Seattle, we have a problem."

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	Tom/Maxxie maxblinks 2010-05-10 07:37 pm UTC (link)
	Maxxie didn't think first, simply disappeared from where she was and reappeared by Tom's side because it was quicker than walking. She leaned in, not touching him, up on her toes to look at the phone. "What? What's going on? Is psycho guy over there actually making some sort of sense or something?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Tom/Maxxie

timestoodstill
2010-05-10 08:12 pm UTC (link)

"Unfortunately, yes," Tom said. "I'm sure you've heard about the Wild Card Acts, from way back in the day? Like the 1950s? And they were repealed back in the 1970s? Well, they just got signed back into law. Which means that they could make all of us with powers have to register with them, force us to work for the government, make us non-citizens because we're not normal, and hey, if they go for the one that never got signed back then, but Senator McCarthy was pushing for it, they could require mandatory sterilization so that the freaks can't breed." He shook his head. "From what he," he tipped his head toward Mickey, "was saying, it sounds like they've started in the Joker Underground."

He looked at her, his eyes wide. "I don't know whether we should all stick together, or scatter. Because all of us except one seem to have some connection to the Wild Card, and someone brought us all here together, and that's either a good thing, or a really, really bad one."

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Tom/Maxxie

maxblinks
2010-05-10 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Maxxie's lips pursed in a sour expression, and when she spoke again her voice was low. "Whoever sent it tempted me. They want us to think we're here for a good reason. And they're very well observant, since I don't exactly talk about the things that were in the letter."

A sudden smile burst through, not one of her designed to be charming ones, but amusement that reached her eyes. "We have to stick together. If we split up to cover more ground, they'll pick us off, one by one. There's strength in numbers, both physically and psychologically."

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Tom/Maxxie

timestoodstill
2010-05-10 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Tom smiled back, because he couldn't help it, even though he was still more than a little worried. "There's also the possibility that they'll pick us off all at once if we're together. But maybe we really are here for a good reason. Shy-boy seems to think he's going to save us, or them, whoever 'they' are. Maybe the Jokers? They seem to be the ones who'd need saving about now."

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Tom/Maxxie

maxblinks
2010-05-10 10:54 pm UTC (link)

"I'm really really glad Alex is home with Mom and Dad right now," Maxxie said quietly. But still, she fished out her phone to send him a message, just in case, sighing in relief when he asked what was wrong and she sent him to watch the news after assuring him she was just fine too.

The smile faded into the frown that knit her brows whenever she was trying to figure out something about people that just didn't make sense to her. "Humanity erases what is different, or what it fears. But why fear the Jokers now? Because they're afraid... that... oh. If we breed, the more times our genes enter the populace, the more likely it is that people draw the Black Queen or the Joker. So it's supremacist, trying to keep blood pure, if that's the route they're going. So what... we're gathered to fight against the idiots who seem to think dumping on us is the way to go?"

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Tom/Maxxie

timestoodstill
2010-05-10 11:06 pm UTC (link)

"Best case scenario, yes, that's why we're here. I hope that's why we're here, and not so we can be easily scooped up and carted off to some kind of government camp or something. Because it would be easy for them to go that route, wouldn't it? Internment camps." He needed to talk to his mother, see what she knew. But not now. Where was Callum? Shit. He managed to smile at Maxxie. "So what do you think we're supposed to do?"

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Tom/Maxxie

maxblinks
2010-05-10 11:18 pm UTC (link)

"If they wanted to cart us off, why would they have brought nats? Is it dominant or recessive? I mean, will his," she nodded at Ganesh, who'd said his parents were Jokers, "kids be definitely human since he is, if it's recessive, or is he like a time bomb?" She thought about that a moment, then made a face. "Never mind, stupid question, since as far as I know my parents are nats."

She took a deep breath, sighing it out. "Not a clue. I'd figure that if someone wanted us to do something, they'd leave instructions." She hadn't entirely missed the conversation going on at the other side of the room, her voice lilting up to carry to whoever might be listening.

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Tom/Maxxie/Jael

capraurbanus
2010-05-10 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Shit. Jael had been listening in on the pair's conversation long enough to catch the fact that her life just got more interesting than she'd like it to be. So much for stopping running.

"I'm not going to any camp without a fight. If whoever sent the letter knows as much as they seem to about me, they ought to have thought of that." She dropped her backpack on the floor and opened it, pulling out her steel-toed shoe. Sitting down, she started unlacing her work shoes. "Anyone tries to mess with us, they get their ass handed to them."

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