You say you're wrong, you're wrong

[viced]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: City Hall
WHEN: 7:00 PM, EST
WARNINGS: RAMPANT CHAOS
SUMMARY: This is the townhall meeting, where everyone can come and show up, and wave accusations and shout to their little heart's content. They can also discuss skrull accusations in a calm manner if they really want.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice!



[ And the large room where the City Council met was open for business. The walls were lined with seats, there were rows and rows of seats, nice lighting, and even a couple tankards of coffee open for business. Look, he wasn't a complete monster! There was security, but they remained silent and observed, instructed only to interfere if things were escalating to violence, and only then. Most of the Mayor's staff were already there before people started to arrive, and they were sitting in most of the seats reserved for the City council. There wasn't music, but it would be a good half hour to forty five minutes before the actual proceedings got started.

When they did, it was all about an open forum. ]

[ooc; we're going to get the log up early! The plan is for everyone to go ahead and have fun tagging, and the ooc post will be up later tonight! ♥ ]

Comments

[amoral_savior]

If anyone's the comedian it's you. Now, do you mind moving your giant head so the rest of the room can see?

[hellionated]

If you're a short-ass that can't see past me, it's not my problem.

[ Might be directly positioning himself to block Topher's vision now. ]

[amoral_savior]

Maybe if your head wasn't so fat there wouldn't be an issue.

[Have another kick to the back of your chair]

[hellionated]

What’d you say? I can’t hear you over your whining.

[ Julian keeps his eyes looking straight ahead, so Topher probably won’t even see them lighting up with green. He might notice when Julian’s telekinesis bends the front right leg of his chair up at a right angle, though. Eat floorspace, asshole. ]

[amoral_savior]

[There's a loud crash as Topher and the chair fall to the side.]

Can you be a big enough asshole!?

[He gets back up ignoring the stares.]

I should file a complaint with the police.

Or empty out your bank account...

[hellionated]

[ Julian's eyes are now free and clear. The last hint of green disappears just as he turns to Topher, though anyone who might feel like checking that chair will notice that the front right leg has mysteriously resumed its original shape. Julian looks up with a smile. ]

Dude, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You and your paranoid delusions need to get over this.

You fighting with gravity and losing is not my problem.

[amoral_savior]

I know ways to hurt you that you couldn't believe.

[He wondered if Boyd would consider the use of the Tech on Julian research]

[hellionated]

Yeah, sure you do. Give me like, five seconds here, I'll probably look scared sooner or later.

[amoral_savior]

[Topher reaches into his pocket and takes hold on his modified communicator. Hope you like telemarketers and audits]

Well, I don't expect you to understand why you should fear me; thinking isn't one of your strong suits.

[hellionated]

Oh Jesus, are you gonna spam me to death? Terrifying.

[ He's just gonna spam-filter the hell out of this baby when you aren't around, Topher. ]

[amoral_savior]

[Can't spam filter phone calls or the government]

Please, I'm far more subtle.

[Except he's not]