Edward Nygma (
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capeandcowllogs2012-02-22 11:53 pm
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- edward nygma | riddler,
- eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- norman osborn | the green goblin,
- ruka | gallitrap,
- tony stark | iron man,
- † carol danvers | captain marvel,
- † clint barton | hawkeye,
- † doctor zoidberg | the lovable tramp,
- † hikaru sulu | lieutenant badass,
- † joel weinberg | houston,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † max gibson | batwoman,
- † michael lane | azrael,
- † nymphadora tonks | badger,
- † shahrazad al-rahman | the benevolent,
- † sherlock holmes | the consultant,
- † tom marvolo riddle | lord voldemort,
- † vic sage | the question
The mate to a key and lips to a secret.
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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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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So was it you, then, that made me get that skrull toe?
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Hi, Felicia.
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Is that how you treat all your fallen comrades, or just the lucky ones?
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I didn't actually eat it.
jeez. humans are so literal.
I just got rid of it.
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What a waste. To think I didn't even charge you a retrieval fee.
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[He smiled.]
Edward's having just as much fun as me, I imagine.
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[Says a voice form beyond.]
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Don't worry, Baby, I'll come stroke your ego in a minute.
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You've got her voice, but I think the lines need some editing.
[Felicia never strokes his ego like Skrullock would.]
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Have you been a bad boy, Eddie? Do you need to be locked up and punished?
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I'm almost disappointed they didn't kill you. You'll serve us better alive, of course, you'll be a pretty little tactical resource. But still. We all have feelings on the matter, don't we?
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Get within a foot of me and I promise I'll give them more than enough reason to put me down.
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I wonder, what would happen when your agendas inevitably clash?
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He's a soldier. He'll deal with it.
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Why don't you ask him.
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