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Day 2+ Spam / Messages
[PUBLIC VIDEO]
[The video opens up with C'rizz grinning, something that maybe two people have seen on the barge before now-- an easy grin, not a rictus, but his golden eyes are manic. And his skin is crawling with colours, patches brightening and receding slowly without any relation to the bright colours around him-- jarring and eyewatering and garish.]
You know, the barge would be-- stop me if I'm wrong, the barge would be a much nicer place if people would lighten up? 'Oh, goodness me, I'm a big tough territorial sort and I'm going to have to kill someone before I can admit I'm stuck here.' 'Ohh all I know how to do is murder people so I'll just stick a knife in people.'
That's why you're all so angry, because someone is actually having fun. Look inside. Deeper. Behind the ribs. Keep digging. Can't you see it's just a little funny? Just a bit?
[He starts to laugh-- not a scream but a hysterical guffaw from deep in his chest, and the video cuts out to-]
[Filtered away from Jack/Joker and Mason]
I'm-- hahahaha, I'm compromised pretty badly, woo. [He wipes his eyes, still grinning.] But not as badly as he thinks I am.
Ahahahaha... no, no, but seriously we need to get Jack back. These drugs aren't going to kill me as fast as they kill humans, I can... hehe. Help.
[He looks down at his arm, spots of neon blue appearing and pulsing.]
Oooh, that's not normal. Nerve damage, do you think? [He wiggles his fingers; that sends him off on another laughing jag, and he cuts the feed.]
[OPEN SPAM]
[It isn't just the Smilex in his system. He can feel the shape of the Joker's mind. He's... mirroring it. More than he wants to. But he has it under control.
...mostly.
But it's funny, it's so hilariously funny, the look of fear as something lurches out of the dark at someone and they see their mortality; nobody expects that. And so he's lurking around the barge, more or less impossible to see when there's a joke in the offing, because his altered mind will blend, then-- he'll shove someone in front of a bumper car before he'll whisk them back to safety, because haha, you thought you were going to die and you didn't!
He gets it. He gets the joke. And what's life without a laugh? Fortunate that there's another part of his mind that says 'life is important'. And he's gripping that like a safety line.]
[The video opens up with C'rizz grinning, something that maybe two people have seen on the barge before now-- an easy grin, not a rictus, but his golden eyes are manic. And his skin is crawling with colours, patches brightening and receding slowly without any relation to the bright colours around him-- jarring and eyewatering and garish.]
You know, the barge would be-- stop me if I'm wrong, the barge would be a much nicer place if people would lighten up? 'Oh, goodness me, I'm a big tough territorial sort and I'm going to have to kill someone before I can admit I'm stuck here.' 'Ohh all I know how to do is murder people so I'll just stick a knife in people.'
That's why you're all so angry, because someone is actually having fun. Look inside. Deeper. Behind the ribs. Keep digging. Can't you see it's just a little funny? Just a bit?
[He starts to laugh-- not a scream but a hysterical guffaw from deep in his chest, and the video cuts out to-]
[Filtered away from Jack/Joker and Mason]
I'm-- hahahaha, I'm compromised pretty badly, woo. [He wipes his eyes, still grinning.] But not as badly as he thinks I am.
Ahahahaha... no, no, but seriously we need to get Jack back. These drugs aren't going to kill me as fast as they kill humans, I can... hehe. Help.
[He looks down at his arm, spots of neon blue appearing and pulsing.]
Oooh, that's not normal. Nerve damage, do you think? [He wiggles his fingers; that sends him off on another laughing jag, and he cuts the feed.]
[OPEN SPAM]
[It isn't just the Smilex in his system. He can feel the shape of the Joker's mind. He's... mirroring it. More than he wants to. But he has it under control.
...mostly.
But it's funny, it's so hilariously funny, the look of fear as something lurches out of the dark at someone and they see their mortality; nobody expects that. And so he's lurking around the barge, more or less impossible to see when there's a joke in the offing, because his altered mind will blend, then-- he'll shove someone in front of a bumper car before he'll whisk them back to safety, because haha, you thought you were going to die and you didn't!
He gets it. He gets the joke. And what's life without a laugh? Fortunate that there's another part of his mind that says 'life is important'. And he's gripping that like a safety line.]
[Spam]
And nobody was surprised.
Her floor being flooded was a nuisance. The piranhas didn't bother her, in a very literal sense. Even drugged with poison, they stay away from the unnatural creature wading through the hallway. She is very obviously not food they want to eat.
Mostly she's annoyed about having to trudge through almost waist high water. She's glad she didn't have Lirath with her just now however. If he'd been on this floor, well...no one would have been safe from her vengeance if he'd been so much as nibbled on.]
[Spam]
[Spam] cw: animal cruelty/death of a dangerous fish
She doesn't panic. She just reaches her hand back behind her head and deftly snags the flopping creature in a sure, leather bound grip. She doesn't just fling it away. No, she holds it out and squeezes slowly until she feels it's bones and organs crushing under her relentless grip. Then she drops it into the water, purposefully. The piranhas swarm to the mini-meal and avoid the hand that fed them completely.
Her hood is wet. And that ticks her off more than anything else. She doesn't like having it off her head. It's exposing, makes her feel vulnerable. But now it's wet, and she's not going to snap it back on her head just to let slimy water dribble on her face. So she leaves it off as she scans the hall, looking for whoever would be foolish enough to pull a prank on one of the most humorless people on board.]
[spam]
[In the gloom, C'rizz is visible mostly in broken up stripes-- the Joker's henchman getup, like a Parisian mime. His features are a mottled camouflage blur with yellow-irised eyes peering out.]
[spam]
I found it neither frightening nor funny. Or smart for that matter.
Re: [spam]
[He takes a few steps to the side and stops casually, pulling a face at her. His skin is picking up blue tints, disrupting the camouflage pattern with stripes.]
You're a serious one, aren't you?
[spam]
Deathly so.
[spam]
[He takes a small step to the side and makes an exaggerated o of surprise with his mouth as a trapdoor opens under him.]
Ta ra-!