To: Helen Magnus I heard you're in the hospital. How are you? --- To: Dick Grayson Harvey Dent is here. Tell him nothing. --- To : Sasha Hoffman Are you still in the hospital?
Harvey Dent is always impeccably dressed. It's really not intentional either. He's not the sort of guy who wakes up in the morning and decides to use his looks to his advantage-they are an asset , a...you-" This is not Sherry, the slightly overweight woman who makes googly-eyes at him periodically. The one who always gets a bit of a wink. This was not her. "Hi, I'm-" "We've been expecting you.
Dick had been through a lot of weird things, but this just about took the cake. One minute, he'd quickly changing out of his uniform, quickly shoving it into a backpack and then slinging that over his...by the situation and grappling with whether or not it would be a good idea to get in touch with Bruce. [ooc: I'm not sure if I did this right, so please let me know if there're any problems!]
Who: Lance and Bruce What: Hunting for a clown. When: Wednesday (02/06/10), after this Where: LaRue's territory Lance and Aerodactyl flew low over the area of the city that was LaRue's, shadows...ahead of them, but saw nothing, his brow crinkling in confusion. Aerodactyl rumbled slightly with a growl--whoever she was smelling, they were coming up on them fast, with broad, sweeping wing-beats
Who: Bruce, Facilier What: Comparison shopping When: Tuesday-ish. Where: A nice restaurant, Bruce's territory Bruce believes in magic. With everything he's seen and fought and lived through,... in the back room of a fine restaurant he's had cleared out but for him and the staff. A bit extravagant, a bit cliche, perhaps, but Facilier seems like the sort that will appreciate the showmanship
Who: Bruce Wayne, Delta. What: A meeting of the mind...wipers? When: Sunday morning. Where: Abandoned factory near the harbor. Meetings with anonymous contacts are never comfortable, especially... checking for signs of a trap or ambush. The meeting-place proper, Bruce leaves for himself. He waits in a convenient hiding-place, masked, waiting to catch sight of who his mysterious contact is
Who: Bruce Wayne, Eddie Nigma What: Failure. Depression. When: Sunday night, after the visit with the Joker. Where: Bruce's home. To fail when success is in sight is worse, by far, than to...contact or sightings between his arrival and retreat to his room. The only sign that he's home, now, when he wasn't before, is the dim light of a lamp seeping out from underneath his bedroom door
WHO: Bruce, Eddie. WHAT: Checking on progress, and brain chemistry affecting personalities. WHERE: Bruce's workshop WHEN: Thursday, 5/6 NOTES: AIM log (09:36:31 PM) eds_idle_mirth ..." (07:10:40 PM) eds_idle_mirth : "... My defective brain chemistry. Right. Go to hell." He nudges the mask with his foot to turn it on its edge, then kneels to pick it up, and walks out.
WHO: Bruce, Eddie. WHAT: Accidental bodyswap. WHERE: Bruce's workshop WHEN: Sunday afternoon NOTES: AIM log. Oshi -- (08:07:20 PM) outofthebelfry : It's a good three days after being... "Nah, I'm sending out a text." Beep beep beep. (03:21:01 PM) outofthebelfry : "Fine." He'll clean up anyway. While Eddie's still here. He didn't realise how filthy this place had gotten.
WHO: Bruce. OPEN? WHAT: A little detective work. Searching for the Icon of Illyria. WHERE: The graveyard WHEN: Saturday night. (4/24) It had been Pansy who'd gotten him the document off the...eyes and ears peeled for anything, anything at all, that seems useful, or even just unusual. A good place to start seems to be near where the Sisters of the Resurrection reside. And moving from there
