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 Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 4:53 pm
::leans against the wall, smiling weakly::
Running a little behind. You look better.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:00 pm
*Gives Piper's other rats some pets and gentle scratches so they don't feel unloved.* Yeah, I felt wonderful when I woke up.
*Looks over to Piper and stands. Beyonce still in her arm.* You look the worse for wear though, what happened?
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:03 pm
I ran into an old friend.
::holds his arm up a little and winces::
What I wouldn't give for a healing factor right now...
::holds up the bottle of vodka with his right arm::
Let me pour you a drink and fill you in on everything. Yesterday was a lousy night.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:06 pm
Couldn't have been a great friend.
*Gives him a smile.* Have a seat and I'll dig up some glasses. I think I remember some down here when.... well. Never mind that.
*Turns around and goes straight to where some glasses are.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:10 pm
::eases himself down on a seat::
Well, first off your cell phone is gone. I checked the alley and it's not there. I went to the bar to get your vodka, and none other than Deadshot was there.
He's the man who killed my colleague, the Trickster. Which I have not forgiven him for, and that's what led to this.
::raises his arm a bit::
We were interrupted in our...discussion...by the fact that an unknown man apparently planted a couple of THESE in the Bistro.
::reaches into his cape and plunks down the disarmed pathogen bomb::
I'm reasonably sure he was one of Alice's goons, but you won't get any answers out of him. Deadshot splattered his brains against the wall.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:18 pm
*Walks back over and moves a chair to sit closer to piper. Sets two shot glasses on one of the tables in the Cave.*
If she has my phone she has all the numbers of everyone's I've collected from the Nexus then. If you see my number calling be cautious of it then.
*She scowls as she looks to his arm.* I'll help you with Deadshot, if you need it. Hell, Larfleeze is still on my list for what he did to Kate. *Nods to the bandage.* Need help checking your wounds, dude?
*Looks to the Pathogen bomb.* Seems like this girl is going to be more trouble than she's worth.
*Holds out her hand for the Vodka.* Shall I?
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:22 pm
Yeah, make mine a double.
And I don't need help with the shots I took, believe it or not, Harley Quinn of all people helped patch me up. The leg will be fine in a couple days if I can keep it from getting too tight, but my arm is going to take longer, which cuts my usefulness down a bit, since I can't raise it much while it's so swollen. Going to have to stick with my clarinet for a while.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:28 pm
*Takes the vodka and pours Piper & herself a double.* Comin' up.
*Holds out a glass towards his good arm.*
Harley Quinn? The chick that owns the carnival? That sounds... odd.
*She gives him a smile.* Well I'm sure you can play a few good notes with a tuning fork. From what I've heard you mention of them it sounds like they'll be very useful.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:33 pm
::takes a sip of the shot::
Most of my forks are back at the hideout. I have to choose carefully which ones I carry with me because the larger ones get quite heavy.
::pulls a large one out of his cape::
This one's bullet-deflecting ability saved MY brains last night.
I'm a little worried about Mitch. These Crime Bible Cultists are known for having a lot of irons in the fire, and he's a well-known politician. I'd like to send one of the girls out to find him. I think if I put a message in one of their collars, he should be able to 'hear' it.
Come to think of it...my inner-ear implants are cybernetic. I wonder if that will come in useful with a guy who can talk to machines...
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:42 pm
*Takes a sip of her shot and leans back in her seat.* Well, if I get a vote I say keep that one around for now. It seems like people are favoring guns and disease these days.
I say you leave something through your girls collars. They seem to be just about everywhere within the nexus.
Didn't he say he only got what certain things said. Like lights would think bright? You could always ask him when he comes about again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:44 pm
He's got a subtle power, that's for sure. A ton of potential applications, just not flashy ones.
You think the bat-folks would mind if I used their computer for a bit? All I need to do is adjust one of my girls' collars and the rest will pick up on the signal. I promise I won't do anything else, like remotely reprogramming Batwoman's motorcycle to only play ABBA songs at 60 decibels.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:48 pm
*Finishes off her shot and sets it down.* Hmm.. I'd hate to cause a fight about it. How about you tell me what you need to be done and I'll do it? That should be satisfactory?
*Stands up and sets Beyonce on the ground.* You're reprogramming it so Mitch can hear it?
*Laughs lightly and shakes her head.* Dude, just don't have me there for that. Good mischief is good for the soul and all but I'm not going down by associations. *Winks and shakes her head.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:52 pm
Don't worry, I don't need the batcomputer for THAT one.
But anyways...
::picks up Aretha II and hands the collar to Chastity.::
This here-
::pushes on a spot, and a small microchip pops out::
-Is the data storage. It tells the collar what to broadcast. Usually they just broadcast signals of where they are back to my computer at the base, but if I want to, I can have them remotely broadcast what they're recording, instead of just storing it. All that needs to be done is that the signal needs to be altered. So that it's including a message. Something like "beware of strangers. Head to base."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:59 pm
*Chuckles lightly and shakes her head.*
*Gives Aretha II a playful light scratch as she listens and watches what Piper is doing. Takes the collar.* hmm.. Gotcha..
How about hideout? That way he knows it's us.
*Stands up and wanders over to the batcomputer. Looks at it thoughtfully for a few moments.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 6:18 pm
Sounds good. Thanks, Chas. It'd be nice if we're all in one piece for our next caper.
And plague-free.
::taps the cannister lightly::
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