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

[enigmaestro]

[He fell on his back, looking at the ceiling rather than Ghost.]

Well? We caught one, didn't we? Thanks to you, in part, of course.

[hacktivist]

Heh. You gave people the forum. The muscle. I wasn't going to go after anyone alone.

...At least now they will believe us.

[enigmaestro]

Will they? [Eddie frowned looking down at his cuffed hands.] We don't know how many there are, but it's illogical to think that Skrull was the only one. It's illogical to think they mean us no harm -- why infiltrate a system if your intentions are harmless?

And yet, people have and will continue to think these things.

[hacktivist]

Those people -- I sincerely hope a statistical few would rather indulge in comforting lies... and no amount of proof will be enough for them.

[it's foreign to him to speak to anyone who understands this--who sees the hidden world, like being the only adult at a themepark with all the kids insisting the mascots were really Winnie the Pooh.]

Not only did our actions uncover a real skrull, but your accusation of Norman has crippled his immediate activity, politically. [much as Ghost would prefer to fight Norman the way he did back home, he recognized the greater immediate threat and was thankful not to have to split his focus.] Heh. I wonder how Mitchell will do without you.

[enigmaestro]

You're quite right Ghost. [Eddie knew he could trust Ghost to see the bigger picture.] What would he do without me? Well, let's just say there'd be a lot more dead people in the streets. Dead people messily strewn everywhere.

[An indulgent beat. And he smiles.]

So. If I may inquire? What will you do now?

[hacktivist]

That would impact the City's tourism industry. [gently clonks his helmet against the divide]

Observe, and question. And kill.

[enigmaestro]

That's very funny, tourism industry. Very funny indeed.

[He's not at all sorry that the import population had reduced the City's tourism rate to that approximating Gotham's. Call it nostalgia.]

And kill? Good man. Such is the need, now, I think.