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.

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Comments

[osreborn]

[ Norman sneers. ]

Oh, you mean your girlfriend? Don't sell yourself so short.

[enigmaestro]

Oh yes, let's talk about my girlfriend. That seems really civil.

Louder, Doctor! Norman loves his popular music, doesn't he?

[osreborn]

Shut him up. [ Growls, then sneers. ] And who really cares about civility in a place like this?

[enigmaestro]

Surely a man of your social position would care, Norman. [A smug chuckle.] And I haven't the authority to silence him right now.

[osreborn]

You have every authority to. Just do it. [ Irritated as fuck. ]

[enigmaestro]

Oh my, is Norman Osborn admitting to my authority?

[Dark. Chuckling.]

[osreborn]

[ Narrows his eyes. ]

Any of us has authority in here. Even you.

[crabulous]

[Pausing from his singing to pipe up!]

His girlfriend? Oh yes! She's apparently very attractive, for a human female.

[osreborn]

Ah, yes, "apparently" -- the key phrase.

[crabulous]

I'm afraid I'm not the best judge of human attractiveness. I find most of you extremely repulsive.

[osreborn]

That's all right -- the feeling is mutual, I'm sure.

[enigmaestro]

She's an extremely attractive human female. [Beat.] Quite unlike Norman.

[crabulous]

Norman is also a human female?

[enigmaestro]

[... Another beat.]

Yes, didn't you know? How insulting! I'd apologize to hi -- er, her immediately.

[crabulous]

How strange. I'd been under the impression that female humans lacked a lower horn.

[enigmaestro]

Are you -- that's actually terrifyingly suggestive, doctor. [Edward takes a step away from the wall, as if that would spare him some speechless horror soon to be discussed. He doesn't, however, stop talking.]

How would you know about Norman's, ah, lower horn?

[crabulous]

[COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS!!]

Our friend Norman displays the other typical hallmarks of a male human, you see. The broader shoulders, the taller stature, etc. It would seem logical that he would also have a lower horn.

[enigmaestro]

So you've given ample thought to this deduction?

[crabulous]

Enormous thought, one might say.

[enigmaestro]

For the love of -- [No, wait. A moment.



Oh. Yes.]

Song. Yes, you ought to sing about it. How rather original, Doctor, think of the joy it would inspire.

[crabulous]

[SWELLING WITH PRIDE AND MUCUS!]

Do you really think he would appreciate it?

[enigmaestro]

Oh yes. Let's be frank here: Norman isn't exactly modest. Surely a little stroking of his, ah, ego would put you in such good graces.

[GOOD THING HE ISN'T WATCHING... THAT MUCUS... GROSS...]