[A: 769 Bunker Street]

[Well. What does one do when one receives a large amount of scientific equipment but lack the means to transport it from place to place.

Use drones as slave labor. Duh.

Having shanghaied his drone daughter and two drone neighbors (he offered them both a nickel) into loading the packages into his car, Crane is merely supervising ( Read more... )

[Crane is very pleased when he receives his latest package from the post office: After trading it in for his (now-powerless) Sinestro Corps ring, he had been wondering when he would get his Scarecrow costume back. He looks down at the burlap and grins; yes, he’ll have a use for this soon enough…

-- Hm. It has a tear in the shoulder, though. It must ( Read more... )

[Zombies? Eh, ain't no big; it's not like Crane hasn't dealt with this sort of thing before. With a questionable level of success. The course of action he must take is obvious. Not being a very sentimental man, he takes his regained uniform to the Post Office and hopes for the best.

For once in his life, the best actually happens.]

JONATHAN CRANE OF ( Read more... )

[Well, well, well, isn't this exciting. A considerable improvement over that last strange occurrence. It appears that everyone in this town, for some reason, is unable to lie-- not only that, they're compelled to tell the truth to whoever will listen. And Crane is a very good listener.

Well, he wouldn't be much a scientist if he didn't use this ( Read more... )

[It's very jarring, to wake up in a somewhat normal-styled house when you are absolutely certain you last fell asleep in an insane asylum. But, whatever, let's just roll with it. This situation could be one of many things: Jervis creating a new mind-control simulation and deciding once again that "odd semi-friendship" means "I can use you as a ( Read more... )