The mate to a key and lips to a secret.

[enigmaestro]

WHO: SKRULLOCK HOLMES, TONY STARK, EDWARD NYGMA, NORMAN OSBORN, DR. JOHN ZOIDBERG and YOU!
WHERE: The Quarantine Room.
WHEN: February 22nd (evening) to February 24th (afternoon).
WARNINGS: None necessarily? Bickering doesn't merit a warning.
SUMMARY: Skrulls in the dungeon. Well, one anyway.
FORMAT: I'll introduce the setting in paragraph, but you choose what format you prefer.


The area for the quarantined is spacious and clean. Although technically under police custody, the room is established in a large auditorium of City Hall. There are five walled 'dividers' that offer the quarantined the semblance of privacy. Never mind that every inch of the room is taped on camera -- cameras that Mitchell Hundred can control with a word. Never mind that there are armed guards on the other wise of each exit. Never mind that the communicators of the quarantined have been disabled from encryption capabilities.

They were allowed a bed. Access to any bathroom was to be monitored. Meals would be provided. They were handcuffed but not leglocked. If any of the number disagreed with their situation, heavier imprisonment was negotiable.

The quarantined were to be questioned by those in authority, or those who were experts on Skrull detection. Or those who thought they were.

ooc || begin a thread with your character name in the heading. anyone can tag into your thread, including other quarantined individuals.

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Norman Osborn

[osreborn]

[ Norman looked annoyed, but not exactly angry. His annoyance was pretty calm, and he sat back in his seat casually and let his disinterest -- possibly his boredom -- be known. His hands clench and unclench in the handcuffs, though. Restlessly. And anyone that looks at him will be regarded with a glare.

He had had a feeling he would get voted in, and it was certainly in part that Nygma and Stark were stuck here too that kept him smug. Although, of course, that also meant sharing a room with them. ]

[curses]

[Her heels clack loudly against the floor as she makes her way through the auditorium the morning after the meeting. Paying no mind to the other quarantined individuals, she stops right in front of his area of the room, a small smirk on her face.]

Good morning, Norman.

[osreborn]

Well, well, well. [ Norman sneer-smirks back at her, holding up his arms as best he can in handcuffs. ] Come crawling back to apologize, have you? Kiss and make up? Let's make it quick.

[curses]

Hardly. [She steps closer, her smirk widening.] Just thought I'd drop by and see you in handcuffs.

[osreborn]

[ He raises his eyebrow. ]

We're in public, darling.

[curses]

Propriety has no place here, darling. [A beat.] Though it looks like you're being kept here humanely. [She almost sounds disappointed.]

[osreborn]

Yes, it's all entirely above board. And all it means is I'm getting bored.

[ He watches her carefully. Waiting... for her to say something else... :|||||| ]

[curses]

[NOPE]

I hope you're not expecting me to entertain you. [She leans against the partition, wand in hand.]

Honestly, I thought you'd feel some remorse by now.

[osreborn]

Did you, really? Now why is that?

[out_of_time]

[Following up on Norman had taken a lower priority after a Skrull started a brawl in the middle of City Hall. But Jack hadn't forgotten. And he had questions for Norman Osborn. His face was hard as he entered Norman's 'room.' Hopefully the divider would provide enough discretion for what was needed.]

Hello, Norman.

[osreborn]

Ah, Captain Bauer. What a lovely surprise. You voted for me, didn't you? You must just be so thrilled to see me in cuffs again.

[ He smiles placidly. ]

[out_of_time]

Thrilled? No, I'm not thrilled.

[Jack puts his sympathetic face on. It's not too much different from his hard face.]

If I'm right about you, then the real Norman Osborn is an alien captive right now. Whatever he's done, he doesn't deserve the things they could be doing to him.

[This is a sack of crap of course. But if Norman believes that Jack's after a Skrull, then what comes next could be easier.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman sighs, a little over-dramatically. ]

Be careful who overhears you talking that way, or they'll accuse you next. [ He smiles again, speaking mostly to watch if Jack reacts. ] You know, where I'm from the Skrulls held people their captives for years, undetected. The notion any invasion going on is a recent one... highly optimistic.

[out_of_time]

I'm not afraid of accusations. I've no intention of letting paranoia stop me from doing my job. [Of course these days paranoia basically is his job.]

If you've got any information or theories on the Skrulls that hasn't been shared already, I'd be willing to hear it. We need everything we can get, especially from their home universe.

[He doesn't really believe this is the culmination of a years-long infiltration- Candy's replacement doesn't quite match up. But the more he listens to Norman, the more he can mislead him]

And obviously it would help convince people you're still human.

[osreborn]

[ Norman sat back, always pleased to have a captive audience -- even if he was the captive, here. He didn't really care what Bauer was here for; if he could waste his time just as Norman's was being wasted, that would be satisfying enough. ]

If they're here in secret, there's nearly no chance it's for anything peaceful. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I told you it was a war the last time -- a war that I won, mind you. [ He crosses his legs. ] But it appears to be all in the early stages, there's no spaceships in sight. Couldn't tell you their motive, of course.

[out_of_time]

You won it? [SKEPTICISM] If you want to tell me how, now would be a good time. This City is full of psychics and people with powers that should be able to detect them, but Sherlock was still exposed through a vote.</i.

[osreborn]

Like I said, it was a war. Once the pawns have all exposed the Queen, there's nothing preventing you from taking her out of the game. [ Norman shakes his head. ] If they don't come forward themselves, the only way to find them is to kill them.

[hiddles]

[Oh look, it's Loki! Visiting just to be a dick.]

You seem at peace.

[osreborn]

As opposed to in pieces. Right? [ Norman's tone is so very dry. ]

[hiddles]

I did not think to find you so divided.

Solitude is no great trial for the well-made mind.

[osreborn]

It's no trial. Simply a bore. [ He turns his head slightly to crack his neck. ] What were you expecting?

[hiddles]

I do not know. Perhaps more singing.

[Smiling sweetly, which of course has an effect rather the opposite of sweet.]

[osreborn]

I'm sure that he takes requests.

[hiddles]

I doubt if he and I know the same songs.

[osreborn]

You don't know until you try.