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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night of the 23rd

[futurebatwoman]

[ It takes her a while to muster up the energy to come. Having concluded that Midii had the right idea after all, she's spent most of the day locked in her apartment, refusing to check the network or do anything but sleep and work obsessively on her suit and eat the icecream she'd had the presence to gather.

But she does, in the end, around eight at night, and sits down quietly. He won't recognize her, and to all intents and purpose she's a no one on his radar. Still. She clears her throat as if to say something, and then falls silent anyways. ]

[alldeduction]

He doesn't pay any attention to her at first, haven given up and now lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. But he looks up when she clears her throat, and frowns at her. No one he knew. Though that hardly stopped others]

I assume you have questions.

[futurebatwoman]

[ She opens her mouth to say something, shuts it again, and then sighs. ]

They're treating you well.

[ beat. ] Right?

[alldeduction]

I'm bored out of my skull but I have yet to be mutilated or murdered. [flatly.]

[futurebatwoman]

[ silence as she fiddles with the keys in her hand, over and over again. ]

Is he alive?

[alldeduction]

Who? [Yeah he's going to be difficult.]

[futurebatwoman]

Don't.

[ it's peremptory, curt, and then she sighs. ] Don't be obtuse.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock, I assume?

It's funny, how many people ask me that. Even people who hate him. I can't really imagine that Azrael cared, but he asked.

[futurebatwoman]

[ and that nets a reaction from her instantaneously - her head snaps up and for a second there's just flat-out fury on her face before she brings herself back under control, still breathing too fast. ]

Yes. Sherlock.

[alldeduction]

No one really stops to remember what he is, when they ask me that question.... [He mused thoughtfully, brow furrowing.]

It's a nice sentiment, but as he would say, it's jut sentiment.

Think, and then ask yourself the question.

[futurebatwoman]

[ if this was a Skrull using Midnighter's voice at her, or Jim's, she'd be gone by now. as it is, she's barely staying in her seat, gritting her teeth through it. ]

He's alive. It's too dangerous to kill him, the Porter could just bring him back.

[alldeduction]

See? You can use your brain.

[futurebatwoman]

You said 'what he is'.

What was that supposed to mean?

[alldeduction]

That he's an import, obviously. That if I was to kill him he would simply come back and then there would be two of us. [He was other things too, but that was enough for this conversation.]

[futurebatwoman]

That simple, huh.

[ all the anger has drained, leaving her with nothing to keep going on. She runs a hand over her face. ]

If they try to mistreat you, call me. I know some people who would be pretty angry about that.

[alldeduction]

[He looked at her, curiously.]

How would I call you. You haven't even give me your name.

[futurebatwoman]

You have - Sherlock's communicator, right?

I'm Max Gibson. I don't think he's spoken to me, I won't be in his saved contacts, but you can find me on the network.

[alldeduction]

I do. [He had absolutely no clue why they let him keep it, but he did.]

Alright.

[He looked up and then frowns.] So why do you care?

[futurebatwoman]

[ She stands up slowly, not meeting his eyes. ]

Someone has to.

[alldeduction]

[He says nothing, watching her, before turning his eyes and his back and walking to his bed.]

I see.

[futurebatwoman]

You probably don't.

[ with a shrug. ] I'm trying not to hold grudges.

[alldeduction]

[ He smirks. ]

If you think humanizing the enemy will help you.

[futurebatwoman]

It wouldn't, and I'm not. You're a sentient being, that's enough for me.

No matter what you have done or plan to do, you don't deserve - that.

[alldeduction]

It would be smarter. [Flatly.]

For all of you.

[futurebatwoman]

[ beat. she sighs and rubs her arm, wincing. ]

Maybe.

Doesn't change anything, though.