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Mod Hat: Yay!
Please welcome doe_jane (someone who needs time in Arkham) and psychictango (who may eventually move here, but will certainly get involved in life in the city)! Yay! -
(Frolic as you please)
Sniffling weakly, letting go a stifled cough, Dante steps into the Asylum for work. Having to lean against the closed door, back hunched. A hand comes up to his mouth, coughing harshly into it. He was pale, but no where near as pale as he was the night before, blood stained and dieing. Staggering over to the counter, he let reflective ambers ( Read more... ) -
"Grocery" run
*Ted slipped out of Rosie's after full dark, tucking one slip of paper into his pocket and scrutinizing another by the light of a streetlight. He had offered to go grocery shopping for Rosie (and the rest of the house), and was also going to make a little run up to the clinic Oracle had mentioned. The piece of paper he was looking at was a set of ( Read more... ) -
(Frolic as you please.)
Dante stepped casually in the front door of the Asylum, hair before his face, shoulders slumped as usual. Glints of light peered behind his hair, eyes searching for some kind of office door. Up to the counter he went, ignoring the call bell to his side. He stood, all six foot five and two hundred and ten pounds of him, looking down at the ( Read more... ) -
Mod Hat: Yay!
Please welcome Dante (blindinjustice) to Gotham! He'll be working, surprise surprise, at Arkham. -
Dinner [Rosie's house]
*As evening fell, Ted peeked out of the basement and, seeing the inside of the house was sun-free enough for him to look around a little, he went in search of Rosie, to remind her to have some dinner.* -
Harleen's Return
Rosie and Harleen appear in Jonathan's office. Rosie leans against the desk, more pale now than she had been. "Nothing's gone terribly wrong, I don't think. The students have been having fun trying things out with the patients, and fortunately Mister Dent and Miss Kyle have been very patient about it." -
Internet cafe
Edward (people called him Eddie, but he preferred Edward--more dignity to it) Nigma sat before one of the little internet cafes that had sprung up throughout Gotham, at one of the cluster of tables that had been placed out on the sidewalk. The afternoon air was at just the perfect point between warm and cool, dry and humid, and one of the trees ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Narcissa knocks on Rosie's door, a box on her hip. Inside are her shrunken suitcases, a small box, and some other knick-knacks she's picked up along the way. She blows her hair out of her eyes and waits for Rosie to answer, shifting from one foot to the other in her excitement.
She feels terribly grown up. -
Mod Hat: Yay!
Welcome to hit_people_guy and eitherwilldo (the newly retconned in librarian at Arkham)!