![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[Welcome to Gotham City, New Jersey.
Life in this world is just about the same as it is on modern day Earth, with a few big exceptions: Superheroes and supervillains are a big thing around these parts. The police are useless. People with superpowers, known as metahumans, are exceedingly common. Magic is real. Villains operate in broad daylight, even paying taxes on their evil lairs when they aren't committing tax fraud, and only heroic vigilantes are willing to stop them.
Gotham, in particular, is ripe with corruption and crime. Life is rough if you're a civilian. The local vigilantes can only do so much.
But that's not an issue for anyone in this group. After all, you are all part of Gotham City's villains.
These are things that everyone here will know intuitively once they open their eyes to this interrogation room. Or, uh, four separate interrogation rooms, really.
Each one of them will find themselves alone in one of these rooms, handcuffed to a chair with a flickering light barely illuminating the room and a wobbly table in front of them. Though they feel like absolute shit, they will have vague memories of the events that led up to this moment: a crime they committed, the weird asshole dressed in a fursuit who stopped them, and the detective that just finished interrogating them for the better half of an hour before storming out of the room dramatically.
Their individual files were left on the table right in front of them. Their vision is kind of blurry but they can still see part of their file. Uh, kind of.
It's like there are four distinct symbols and sentences blurring and overlapping with each other. As they blink to clear their vision, the overlapping sentences begin to disappear until only one remains.
Now, which one is it?
[💪] You have enhanced strength, above average stamina and accelerated healing. When you hit that buff juice real good, you become even stronger. Unfortunately, you also lose your ability to listen to common sense and make good life decisions. This is your brain... This is drugs... This is your brain on drugs. Any questions?
[🎭] You are a skilled actor and a shapeshifter who can become anyone and anything. You are also made out of literal clay and can easily reabsorb any bits and pieces of yourself that you may have lost by simply touching them. Yes, even your body fluids. Who needs toilet paper when your leg can just SCHLURP up all that clay pee. Clee? Clee. You consider this a fine and normal thing to do.
[🪁] You have delusions of grandeur and believe kites to be a real superpower. They are not. What should be considered a superpower, however, should be your ability to survive in Gotham despite the fact that you are just a guy dressed in green spandex with a giant kite strapped to your back. Hell yeah.
[🎪] You are a clown.
For the record, each option can only be selected once. You are all very special and unique, okay.]
Life in this world is just about the same as it is on modern day Earth, with a few big exceptions: Superheroes and supervillains are a big thing around these parts. The police are useless. People with superpowers, known as metahumans, are exceedingly common. Magic is real. Villains operate in broad daylight, even paying taxes on their evil lairs when they aren't committing tax fraud, and only heroic vigilantes are willing to stop them.
Gotham, in particular, is ripe with corruption and crime. Life is rough if you're a civilian. The local vigilantes can only do so much.
But that's not an issue for anyone in this group. After all, you are all part of Gotham City's villains.
These are things that everyone here will know intuitively once they open their eyes to this interrogation room. Or, uh, four separate interrogation rooms, really.
Each one of them will find themselves alone in one of these rooms, handcuffed to a chair with a flickering light barely illuminating the room and a wobbly table in front of them. Though they feel like absolute shit, they will have vague memories of the events that led up to this moment: a crime they committed, the weird asshole dressed in a fursuit who stopped them, and the detective that just finished interrogating them for the better half of an hour before storming out of the room dramatically.
Their individual files were left on the table right in front of them. Their vision is kind of blurry but they can still see part of their file. Uh, kind of.
It's like there are four distinct symbols and sentences blurring and overlapping with each other. As they blink to clear their vision, the overlapping sentences begin to disappear until only one remains.
Now, which one is it?
[🎭] You are a skilled actor and a shapeshifter who can become anyone and anything. You are also made out of literal clay and can easily reabsorb any bits and pieces of yourself that you may have lost by simply touching them. Yes, even your body fluids. Who needs toilet paper when your leg can just SCHLURP up all that clay pee. Clee? Clee. You consider this a fine and normal thing to do.
[🪁] You have delusions of grandeur and believe kites to be a real superpower. They are not. What should be considered a superpower, however, should be your ability to survive in Gotham despite the fact that you are just a guy dressed in green spandex with a giant kite strapped to your back. Hell yeah.
[🎪] You are a clown.
For the record, each option can only be selected once. You are all very special and unique, okay.]
[It has been six months since both Dion and Sidon were sent to Blackgate Penitentiary. In those six months, they have gotten to know each other.
And in those six months, they have also thought about how best to escape jail. You know, as one does.
But today, they have been assigned to take on some jobs around the prison... starting with toilet duty. One of the guards leads them to the absolutely filthy looking bathroom on the third floor, hands them the necessary supplies (barring anything that could be used to fashion a shank), and takes their position by the door. Beyond the bathroom doors, they hear the usual hubbub of the prison. Also, they are dressed in orange jumpsuits and have none of their personal inventory on hand.
Well? What now, boys?]
And in those six months, they have also thought about how best to escape jail. You know, as one does.
But today, they have been assigned to take on some jobs around the prison... starting with toilet duty. One of the guards leads them to the absolutely filthy looking bathroom on the third floor, hands them the necessary supplies (barring anything that could be used to fashion a shank), and takes their position by the door. Beyond the bathroom doors, they hear the usual hubbub of the prison. Also, they are dressed in orange jumpsuits and have none of their personal inventory on hand.
Well? What now, boys?]
Edited 2024-03-04 02:22 (UTC)
[It has been six months since both Lucien and Rodyon were sent to Arkham Asylum. In those six months, they have gotten to know each other.
And in those six months, they have also thought about how best to escape this very questionable mental institution. You know, as one does.
Right now, they are being escorted out of their individual cells so they can be taken to the mess hall. Today's menu is mystery meat with unknowable porridge. The guards escorting them don't say much, but they make sure to nudge them forward if they begin to lag behind — which is bound to happen, considering their wrists and ankles are chained together. Also, they are dressed in orange jumpsuits and have none of their personal inventory on hand.
At least the mess hall chocolate milk is pretty good.
So, what now?]
And in those six months, they have also thought about how best to escape this very questionable mental institution. You know, as one does.
Right now, they are being escorted out of their individual cells so they can be taken to the mess hall. Today's menu is mystery meat with unknowable porridge. The guards escorting them don't say much, but they make sure to nudge them forward if they begin to lag behind — which is bound to happen, considering their wrists and ankles are chained together. Also, they are dressed in orange jumpsuits and have none of their personal inventory on hand.
At least the mess hall chocolate milk is pretty good.
So, what now?]
Edited 2024-03-04 02:15 (UTC)
[I am so sorry for the clee.
Once again, intuitively, each member of this group will gain an instinctive knowledge of their role in this world. While they will retain their canon memories along with the memories of the time they have spent on the Eudora, those memories will seem less... important. Sometimes even fading in the background. In other words, you are all free to get as lost in the sAUce as you would like.
[🎭] Dion was once a stage actor who languished in obscurity. Desperate to make his big break, he began to look for ways to improve his performance... After a series of events that culminated in a catastrophic accident, he was doused in a mix of expired industrial make-up, clay and putty, which gave him superpowers instead of just killing him. Or, you know, giving him a really bad allergic reaction.
With his newfound ability to literally mold himself to any role, Dion began to gain fame as an extremely versatile actor. Unfortunately, the thing about superpowers is that you need years of practice to really master them. Tired from pulling all-nighters to rehearse his lines, Dion was unable to hold his form during a live stage performance and his lance slipped out of his hands, accidentally impaling the lead. Don't ask why the props were sharp enough to do that. This is Gotham City.
[🎪] Once upon a time, Lucien had one hell of a bad day. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was chased down by a man in a fursuit after being accused of intentionally collapsing a building and killing his dearest friend. This chase led them to an abandoned factory filled with dangerous chemicals. There, he took a tumble off a catwalk and found himself plunging headfirst into a vat of acid — and not the type that gives you fun superpowers.
When he emerged, his skin was bleached pastel purple, his lips ruby red, and his hair was neon green. And to think, you were all making fun of Rodya in the green suit. After taking the Nestea plunge, Lucien also emerged with a looser grip on his sanity. He then went on to commit multiple crimes, including but not limited to: Political assassinations, grand theft, assault, battery, breaking and entering, grave robbing, and... tax fraud. The straw that broke the camel's back. Damn you, IRS.
[💪] Sidon was imprisoned for crimes his sister committed shortly before his birth. Unfortunately, his sister died and could not be prosecuted for her crimes, so the corrupt government of (looks at smudge on hand) Atlantis decided that his newborn ass should serve his sister's life sentence in her place. Growing up in prison, he was often told that his real crime was being a useless baby and not keeping his sister alive. Damn.
The older he got, however, the clearer it became that he was not your ordinary Atlantean. He was gifted with superstrength, stamina, and accelerated healing. One hit of Venom, a highly addictive drug, was all he needed to break his own ass out of prison and make his way to the surface world... Where he was promptly arrested again for overfishing. Damn.
[🪁] Rodyon was born to two wealthy industrialists who also happened to be metahumans. Her parents excitedly waited for the day she would gain powers of her own, but... that day never came. Or, at least, that's what they say. Rodyon knows better than that, though. Donning a green spandex suit, Rodyon eagerly explored her superpowered mastery over kites and all things kite adjacent. Hell yeah! Who cares if her parents are terribly ashamed of her?
One day, she abandoned her work wife in a cook-off and took her upgraded kite for a spin. Unfortunately a mechanical malfunction led to her losing altitude, and she promptly crashed into a pedestrian... A wealthy pawnbroker, whose neck snapped when he landed in an odd angle, killing him instantly. Oops.
For their crimes, Dion and Sidon have been sentenced to life in Blackgate. Yes, even just for the overfishing. As metahumans, they have been outfitted with sleek collars that neutralize their powers and deliver a powerful shock when tampered with.
For their crimes, Lucien and Rodyon have been sentenced to life in Arkham. He's a clown themed villain and she believes kites are a superpower. The judge was not about that.
Now, scoot off to your respective threads.]
Once again, intuitively, each member of this group will gain an instinctive knowledge of their role in this world. While they will retain their canon memories along with the memories of the time they have spent on the Eudora, those memories will seem less... important. Sometimes even fading in the background. In other words, you are all free to get as lost in the sAUce as you would like.
[🎭] Dion was once a stage actor who languished in obscurity. Desperate to make his big break, he began to look for ways to improve his performance... After a series of events that culminated in a catastrophic accident, he was doused in a mix of expired industrial make-up, clay and putty, which gave him superpowers instead of just killing him. Or, you know, giving him a really bad allergic reaction.
With his newfound ability to literally mold himself to any role, Dion began to gain fame as an extremely versatile actor. Unfortunately, the thing about superpowers is that you need years of practice to really master them. Tired from pulling all-nighters to rehearse his lines, Dion was unable to hold his form during a live stage performance and his lance slipped out of his hands, accidentally impaling the lead. Don't ask why the props were sharp enough to do that. This is Gotham City.
[🎪] Once upon a time, Lucien had one hell of a bad day. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was chased down by a man in a fursuit after being accused of intentionally collapsing a building and killing his dearest friend. This chase led them to an abandoned factory filled with dangerous chemicals. There, he took a tumble off a catwalk and found himself plunging headfirst into a vat of acid — and not the type that gives you fun superpowers.
When he emerged, his skin was bleached pastel purple, his lips ruby red, and his hair was neon green. And to think, you were all making fun of Rodya in the green suit. After taking the Nestea plunge, Lucien also emerged with a looser grip on his sanity. He then went on to commit multiple crimes, including but not limited to: Political assassinations, grand theft, assault, battery, breaking and entering, grave robbing, and... tax fraud. The straw that broke the camel's back. Damn you, IRS.
[💪] Sidon was imprisoned for crimes his sister committed shortly before his birth. Unfortunately, his sister died and could not be prosecuted for her crimes, so the corrupt government of (looks at smudge on hand) Atlantis decided that his newborn ass should serve his sister's life sentence in her place. Growing up in prison, he was often told that his real crime was being a useless baby and not keeping his sister alive. Damn.
The older he got, however, the clearer it became that he was not your ordinary Atlantean. He was gifted with superstrength, stamina, and accelerated healing. One hit of Venom, a highly addictive drug, was all he needed to break his own ass out of prison and make his way to the surface world... Where he was promptly arrested again for overfishing. Damn.
[🪁] Rodyon was born to two wealthy industrialists who also happened to be metahumans. Her parents excitedly waited for the day she would gain powers of her own, but... that day never came. Or, at least, that's what they say. Rodyon knows better than that, though. Donning a green spandex suit, Rodyon eagerly explored her superpowered mastery over kites and all things kite adjacent. Hell yeah! Who cares if her parents are terribly ashamed of her?
One day, she abandoned her work wife in a cook-off and took her upgraded kite for a spin. Unfortunately a mechanical malfunction led to her losing altitude, and she promptly crashed into a pedestrian... A wealthy pawnbroker, whose neck snapped when he landed in an odd angle, killing him instantly. Oops.
For their crimes, Dion and Sidon have been sentenced to life in Blackgate. Yes, even just for the overfishing. As metahumans, they have been outfitted with sleek collars that neutralize their powers and deliver a powerful shock when tampered with.
For their crimes, Lucien and Rodyon have been sentenced to life in Arkham. He's a clown themed villain and she believes kites are a superpower. The judge was not about that.
Now, scoot off to your respective threads.]
[ shuffling .............. perhaps it took 6 months to plan an escape because he keeps getting extended solitary for trying to dye his jumpsuit black. he really can't add yet another color to this ensemble, it's really throwing off his look. ]
Do you think it's Taco Tuesday?
Do you think it's Taco Tuesday?
[ It took six months to escape because Rodion keeps asking whether she can get her spandex and kite back because she NEEDS both to access her superpowers and she keeps getting her request denied. This sucks. ]
I would kill for tacos. Do you have like, a favourite one? Besides "mystery".
Personally I think "mystery" starts losing its allure after like, the second month.
I would kill for tacos. Do you have like, a favourite one? Besides "mystery".
Personally I think "mystery" starts losing its allure after like, the second month.
[The guard who keeps taking away Lucien's black sharpies and also denying Rodion's requests to return her cool gear rolls their eyes, tugging them along to the mess hall like they're misbehaving puppies on leashes.
There are several inmates already in line with their empty trays in hand. There are others who have already sat down to eat.
It's Sunday. They get porridge.]
There are several inmates already in line with their empty trays in hand. There are others who have already sat down to eat.
It's Sunday. They get porridge.]
Edited 2024-03-04 02:36 (UTC)
[ dion, are you like, okay. nevermind, after six months that much is probably an obvious no.
sidon is thinking about whether it is racist to make a shark get a fishing license, a question that has haunted him for his entire stay. for now though, he is just going to grin and nod, even though this bathroom is fucking gross!! how else do you stay sane in prison!!! ]
Let's make a race of it!
[ what are their guards up to today... ]
sidon is thinking about whether it is racist to make a shark get a fishing license, a question that has haunted him for his entire stay. for now though, he is just going to grin and nod, even though this bathroom is fucking gross!! how else do you stay sane in prison!!! ]
Let's make a race of it!
[ what are their guards up to today... ]
Nothing wrong with a little myst-- FECK OFF [ he will try and snap and bite if he gets tugged - fuck you, fuck that, fuck mystery meat.
but sure he'll sit down and then just. turn his bowl of porridge upside down on the tray. no. ]
Alright. That's it. We're leaving.
but sure he'll sit down and then just. turn his bowl of porridge upside down on the tray. no. ]
Alright. That's it. We're leaving.
Hell yeah, get 'em!
[ She thinks this is acceptable behaviour. What do you want. He's lime green if his hair hasn't grown out in the last six months. It means she naturally is drawn to him because green is the most creative colour.
Anyway, porridge. She just looks genuinely sad about it. ]
Wanna go file a complaint to the director?
[ She thinks this is acceptable behaviour. What do you want. He's lime green if his hair hasn't grown out in the last six months. It means she naturally is drawn to him because green is the most creative colour.
Anyway, porridge. She just looks genuinely sad about it. ]
Wanna go file a complaint to the director?
[The bathroom smells like someone died here. Maybe someone did.
There are three guards stationed outside, equipped with the usual batons, guns, handcuffs and controls for the collars. They are talking about the latest episode of TAWNY, a hit talk show that recently invited a very popular lesbian human-plant supervillain couple. Diversity win! The guards may be racist but at least they're not homophobic.]
There are three guards stationed outside, equipped with the usual batons, guns, handcuffs and controls for the collars. They are talking about the latest episode of TAWNY, a hit talk show that recently invited a very popular lesbian human-plant supervillain couple. Diversity win! The guards may be racist but at least they're not homophobic.]
Edited 2024-03-04 02:47 (UTC)
[ Thank god for diversity in media.
Anyway, Dion opens the first stall and probably sees shit (literal) everywhere and instantly closes the stall door again. Except jk, there is no stall door because it's prison and there is no dignity here.
He cares so much about his dignity...
Is there a window in the bathroom? ]
I think it's quite likely you'll be quicker than me, friend.
[ Also, can we assume they have a bucket with soap water. ]
Anyway, Dion opens the first stall and probably sees shit (literal) everywhere and instantly closes the stall door again. Except jk, there is no stall door because it's prison and there is no dignity here.
He cares so much about his dignity...
Is there a window in the bathroom? ]
I think it's quite likely you'll be quicker than me, friend.
[ Also, can we assume they have a bucket with soap water. ]
[I regret to inform his hair grows green now. He's natural lime green now, babey.
Anyway, Lucien bites one of the guard's fingies and gets smacked on the head with a baton after taking his seat for his troubles. Try not to get smacked face first into the porridge.
Rodion's porridge bubbles mysteriously. Chunks of pale, sinewy meat float in the substance. Will she have a taste?]
Anyway, Lucien bites one of the guard's fingies and gets smacked on the head with a baton after taking his seat for his troubles. Try not to get smacked face first into the porridge.
Rodion's porridge bubbles mysteriously. Chunks of pale, sinewy meat float in the substance. Will she have a taste?]
[ are the collars controlled solely by the guards' remote controls? or do they activate automatically? ]
Now, don't give up so easily. It's no fun that way.
[ this is not fun to begin with? he's at the other end of the bathroom as agreed, sure would be cool if there were anything to use as a weapon or like, a structural defect to be found. ]
Now, don't give up so easily. It's no fun that way.
[ this is not fun to begin with? he's at the other end of the bathroom as agreed, sure would be cool if there were anything to use as a weapon or like, a structural defect to be found. ]
[There are no stalls, period. The toilets and urinals are just hanging out there, covered in shit (literal) and piss (non-clee), for the whole world to see. Someone chucked a whole toilet roll inside the toilet Dion approaches first.
There's a very sad and tiny window on one of the walls. The pane is made from glass, but there are bars on the other side.
The collars activate automatically. However, both of them have been here long enough to know that the guards can use the controls to activate the shock function even when the collar hasn't been tampered with. Supposedly, the collars can also be deactivated via remote control.
There are six toilets in this bathroom. Six urinals. Two sinks with gross looking mirrors.]
There's a very sad and tiny window on one of the walls. The pane is made from glass, but there are bars on the other side.
The collars activate automatically. However, both of them have been here long enough to know that the guards can use the controls to activate the shock function even when the collar hasn't been tampered with. Supposedly, the collars can also be deactivated via remote control.
There are six toilets in this bathroom. Six urinals. Two sinks with gross looking mirrors.]
[ he hisses under his breath as he gets smacked with this fucking baton, but he's crazy, not an idiot - so he just keeps it to himself once he sits down - wiping the guard's blood off his lower lip. ]
Aye. Sure. A good idea, friend. The Director's office. That's high up, right?
[ and maybe closer to where their equipment is locked away tightly. he'll raise a hand where he's sitting. hello? guards? ]
Aye. Sure. A good idea, friend. The Director's office. That's high up, right?
[ and maybe closer to where their equipment is locked away tightly. he'll raise a hand where he's sitting. hello? guards? ]
[ The disparity here is unreal. Lucien and Rodya get to play with crayons and eat porridge while they have to clean up superhuman shits? Dion deserves this for being white, but what did Sidon do to be treated like this?
Anyway, cool to know that about the collars.
He turns on both of the sinks, just to help cover the sound of their conversation even if the guards are busy shipping lesbians. ]
I am not surrendering. Merely reconsidering how to focus my attention.
[ Stares at the water and hopes that it's enough to actually fill up the sink. ]
Anyway, cool to know that about the collars.
He turns on both of the sinks, just to help cover the sound of their conversation even if the guards are busy shipping lesbians. ]
I am not surrendering. Merely reconsidering how to focus my attention.
[ Stares at the water and hopes that it's enough to actually fill up the sink. ]
I think so, rich people always like sitting around in high places. I think it feeds their ego to look down on others or something.
[ She sticks a spoon in her porridge. Is it green? Maybe she can just eat enkephalin while she's here, it's also green. She's been here for six months surely she isn't that bothered by mystery meat anymore so yeah she'll just have some porridge while she glances over to the guards. ]
[ She sticks a spoon in her porridge. Is it green? Maybe she can just eat enkephalin while she's here, it's also green. She's been here for six months surely she isn't that bothered by mystery meat anymore so yeah she'll just have some porridge while she glances over to the guards. ]
[The Director's Office would be on the upper floors. Whatever personal belongings weren't straight up destroyed or confiscated by the police would likely be somewhere in the same general area.
The porridge is white. It's thick enough that her spoon initially tries to sit on top of it instead of sinking.
The guards give them the stink eye, but one of them approaches with a hand on their stun batons. A clear threat.]
What?
The porridge is white. It's thick enough that her spoon initially tries to sit on top of it instead of sinking.
The guards give them the stink eye, but one of them approaches with a hand on their stun batons. A clear threat.]
What?
[ these two career(?) criminals who talk like they stepped out of a fantasy novel. maybe they also should've gone to the asylym. also sidon is here because he's been assigned bathrooms for life after curfew.
do they often have time to themselves like this? have they scoped out any rooms on this level before? ]
Sounds like surrender to me!
[ he's going to assume they have a mop of some kind? maybe a mop is enough of a bludgeoning implement. what kind of supplies are they working with here. ]
do they often have time to themselves like this? have they scoped out any rooms on this level before? ]
Sounds like surrender to me!
[ he's going to assume they have a mop of some kind? maybe a mop is enough of a bludgeoning implement. what kind of supplies are they working with here. ]
Page 1 of 13