Day 2+ Spam / Messages

[to_dust]

[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.]

Comments

Private

[bodilesswarrior]

[She plans on waiting for him in the lab, but a quick conference with Aslan changes her mind. Instead, she collects some instruments and data, secures it in a waterproof pack, and waits for him at the door.

(She changed a while ago, into the sleek body armour she used in the breech. There are various weapons strapped to her thighs, and a gun in her hand.)

The door opens itself, and she greets him with a faint smile.]

Change of plans, C'Rizz - we're heading to the infirmary. Marsh will be here in a minute.

Re: Private

[to_dust]

All right. There's something you need to know-- he's got Iris' communicator. And that -- what's his name, annoying monologuing glowing man. I've filtered away from them but anyone he kills, he may have access to their network too. [He doesn't say: that's how the Joker knew I was starting to match his mind. Because I looked at the lava lamp and started to laugh, and laugh, and laugh...] The glowsticks and things are all radioactive. People shouldn't touch them.

Private

[bodilesswarrior]

[Her eyes widen, and her lips curl slightly - she's going to get that back one way or another - before she nods.

It confirms her fears about Derek, but there's no time to be sad about it. Later.]

How are you feeling?

[spam]

[to_dust]

Giddy. Unbalanced. It's-- difficult in here, where it's clean. Things make more sense out there.

[spam]

[bodilesswarrior]

[A slight grimace.] I know how to make an antidote, theoretically, but - this infection might not work the same way. Hopefully your -

[Wait.] Do you have DNA?

[spam]

[to_dust]

My universe isn't that different from yours, goodness. Yes, I have DNA. I probably wouldn't have died if I hadn't.

[spam]

[bodilesswarrior]

[A wry, rueful smile.] Hey, you can never be sure.

/sliiides in with spamm? lmk if I need to change it

[myironeyes]

You may want to establish a breakwater before you open your door.

[Marsh has only the vaguest sense that electronics can be damaged by water. He knows books certainly can, though, and considers this quite a terrible fate.]

HEYO this works

[bodilesswarrior]

Thanks, I've got a field up. [It's not something she relies on for security; it won't stop a person or a bullet. But it's handling the water.]

[to_dust]

I should probably meet the two of you at the infirmary, actually. It will help if I take my own way and we aren't seen together too much.

[bodilesswarrior]

[After a moment, she nods.] You're probably right.

Be as careful as you can, all right? [She's been holding back her concern; better to act than to worry. But it's there, now, in her voice.]

[to_dust]

I'll... do my best. [Madness wars with his wish not to worry her. He's having to restrain a grin that's like a tic, trying to spring back involuntarily.] I'll see you there.

[myironeyes]

[He opens the door, swishes gingerly through.]

Do you have everything you need?

[bodilesswarrior]

[She takes the opportunity to hesitate. To run everything through her mind - weapons, equipment, data.

Finally - ] I do.

[myironeyes]

[He goes to the chair, lifts it bodily, forearms going through the spokes of the wheels, like a very dour forklift. No handles, of course, not that that would be efficient for keeping her above the waterline in any case. He is aware that water engines power the chair could have his hands off in seconds, in other circumstances. But they are not in other circumstances, and Marsh is practical enough not to dwell.]

You will have to get the door behind us.

[He doubts she'd prefer it standing open.]