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Welcome to Club Cupid!

Hello Gothamites and welcome to my humble abode! Here you will find lavish delights to tempt all your senses but especially one: love! That's right, darlings, we serve up the love every night here at Club Cupid, from variety shows to drag, to magicians and burlesque, all the way to some of the naughtier stuff your momma warned you about!

Come out and play with me, I promise I don't bite!...well, unless you ask. And you don't even have to ask nice.

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That was curious. As Kat stands and turns around fully with her hands up, she'd see that Cupid was fully unarmed but with his eyebrows raised in expectation much like a very disapproving relative. His one arm was across his chest, the other resting on his chin with a finger along his jaw. "Not looking for trouble!" he scoffed in a tone of disbelief, "Well, I'm afraid to say you've found it...Nines." He squints, putting together the sound of 'I do whatever my company tells me' and 'my company has ordered me to get samples of your product'. Internally, Cupid rolls this over for a moment, deciding on the fact that she must work for some sort of ... rival mob to the Penguin's, possibly, or a gang. Maintenance worker, though, that specifically was a little odd, but there were fixers and such, why not maintenance workers? He ignores the information about his generators for now. "There are proper channels for that," Cupid replies slowly, tapping his finger against his jaw thoughtfully, "That would have made me far more cooperative than the one you've chosen. In my world asking for forgiveness versus permission looks an awful lot like stealing. I can see, however, somehow, you've gotten directions to locate said product. I hire a lot of people, I'm sure there are some willing to sell that information. I employ a small army from Penguin's coterie, no doubt some of them are less than trustworthy..." Cupid lowered his hands and placed them on his hips, still gazing steadily at Kat. "There are a lot of factions out in Gotham who would likely love access to my product without paying me. Now, there are two problems with that...one: the base formula can't be made without access to me and two, it is impossible to synthesize it without highly specialized equipment and formulas. Might as well be fairy dust. So whatever information you got from your...company, I'm afraid they've run into a bit of a rock and a hard place." The club owner tilted his head, "However...because you haven't come here armed and you seem disinclined to threaten me or to run off, and I caught you before you broke my elevator... I can possibly still be convinced your company is worth my time." He plugged the code into the elevator quickly, the doors sliding open with a soft ding and gestures for her to follow. "Come along. The trade-off here is you tell me how much you know, quickly."

He leads her down the elevator to the first underground lab, covering his glittered skin in a lab coat which he pulls from next to the elevator once it opens. He hands Kat one as well. "We can walk through here in just these. The second lab below this one is a fully sterile environment that requires aseptic conditions."

(//Lab floor 1 photo ref)

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Kat sighs in relief, that... worked? Huh, she honestly expected that she'd have to possibly fight him, and she really didn't want that. Perhaps he could sense that.

Kat takes a moment to breathe, but only a moment, shaking her head slightly, yes, this perhaps got a bit easier, but this also just got a bit harder. Yes, Cupid was willing to work with her, but this was a very narrow and unstable line to walk. One wrong move and she could be on the wrong end of a lot of sharp and pointy objects, or worse.

Kat lowers her hands but keeps them where Cupid can see them, she nods along as he explains the complexity of his product. Kat knew this stuff was one in a million; Why else would they be sending her to collect samples of this stuff? However, according to Cupid, he knew the ends and outs better than anyone, and he kept that stuff close to his chest. Could it be because of his physiology?

Kat didn't exactly know what he was, but she knew Cupid was part mycelium or something along those lines, maybe nobody else could replicate this stuff because whatever genetic makeup in his system was an extremely important ingredient… Probably wouldn’t be too far-fetched.

Kat keeps her face neutral but mentally rubbing her temples to stave off the incoming headache. That’s probably why she was ordered to attempt to get a finger from one of Cupid’s uninhabited bodies. That was going to be an even bigger ask, one that she doubted she was going to get any kind of leeway on. Well, that could be a problem for another day.

As Kat puts on the suit, choosing to ignore the lingering feeling that she will be crawling further into the maw of the beast. She tries to subtly comfort Cheeks, knowing that he hates the dark and that he’s going to be cramped under her suit. Cheeks let out a small whine that one could mistake for a squeak of the rubber hazmat suit. Kat gives him a good pat before zipping up the suit.

“Well, I know the basics, or what I assume to be the basics.” Kat wants to keep most of her cards to her chest; she isn’t the mastermind of the plan, so she doesn’t know everything that Cupid's probably going to want to know. But she doubts he needs to know that the company has been watching Gotham through the various cameras, everyone's cameras. “This lovely establishment is a hangout for the rogues of Gotham, but also a sort of front for you to experiment with your product that enhances… a sense of calm, though its patrons. It loosens… restraints and makes people more pliable.”

“You can say my company is a… collector, of things like this, things that are one of a kind, that is one of the many reasons I believe they’re interested in it.” Kat looks at Cupid, following him closely. “I was informed of the several sublevels and where they presumed I would find the ingredients or even the formula. I was also given what they suspected your product would do to me with long exposure and made sure I had the proper equipment to minimize contact.”

Kat pauses, debating how to convince him, then adds. “I do apologize on behalf of my company for not attempting to contact you first, Mr, Cupid, if i can call you that. We’re… cautious, and not based in Gotham itself, we were concerned that you wouldn’t be open to working with us.” Not technically a lie, but not the full truth either… the kinds of lies Voidcore specializes in, Kat figures.

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Cupid also didn't want to fight Kat; and, he knew, ultimately he wouldn't have to. That was the insidious thing about Cupid altogether...unless you had a way of avoiding breathing in any of his pollen types, there was always a way he could neutralize any situation at hand rather quickly. However, altogether this was Gotham. And Gotham often had odd, and deeply criminal enterprises and individuals that frequented his establishment. It was easier to invite them in than keep them out, Cupid knew that all too well, too. "Mmm," he murmured as she described the club, his brows pinching together in a rather amused, and curious sort of way. "Hangout for the rogues of Gotham...well, I don't disagree exactly in terms of that shorthand, but," he tapped a gloved finger to the side of his face, "I'll correct your organization's information there... it's a place for everybody. Though, too, calling them rogues and not friends is an interesting choice for an organization that wants to do business with me." His red flags were going up. Maybe she was a cop after all...? Or a vigilante or a hero type. He sighed, somewhat impatiently. If that was the case, things might get very annoying very quickly. "As for the product, well. It does do that in a way, I suppose. You could say alcohol does the same thing, by that description. But what it really does is use what's already there. It doesn't force any feelings or sensations that aren't already present in a person. A desire for happiness and love and inclusion is ingrained in most of us. Not all, but most."

He leads them both to one of the open-windowed labs on the floor, listening to Kat describe the organization she works for. Maybe not a cop. That seemed a little too specific. He raised an eyebrow to them knowing about the labs. "Mmm, well, we try to run a tight ship here, but this is Gotham. I suppose someone got paid quite a tidy sum to collect that information..." he's almost saying it to himself, and then his pink eyes cut over to her sharply. Someone also knew about the pollen in the club itself. Maybe some of Penguin's men? It was hard to say. That was an incredibly tightly guarded secret between him and some of his closest employees, but careful observers had figured it out before, too. He seemed to be processing that information still as she apologized again. He had perhaps assumed she was there for his specialized drugs too quickly, but it wasn't exactly wrong; he put the pollen in everything, drugs included. "Mister Cupid, ugh. No, if you're going to call me anything just call me Cupid, or sir or boss if you must, or Mr. Hart," he waved somewhat dismissively, lip curling briefly, before he continues, "And well, tell your company that in Gotham we do things a little differently. Business is business, and there are proper channels...I'm used to breaking and entering, that's the city sometimes, but trying to steal from me is unnecessary. I want to distribute as much of my product across the city and elsewhere as I conceivably can..." He gestured at the equipment behind the glass, "This is an extraction lab. Once the unique material is collected from the source we put it through this equipment first. It is isolated here using a methanol-based process. We use ultrasonic equipment to break down the cell walls of the material to boost the yield. It's a temperature controlled lab, it needs to stay below 140 degrees Fahrenheit to avoid alkaloid loss. It's also kept very dry because the source material is delicate and degrades very quickly in moist air. Typically, we freeze-dry the source material almost immediately after collection." Notably, he avoids saying where the material comes from, the source of it all, or what type of material it is. Instead, he leads her to a secondary elevator within the floor. "Your company was correct, there are two lab floors beneath the club of note. The third floor is the packing and shipping operations, not so much a lab itself, per se. But this lab is the sterile one, so it's good you're in the suit. Processing and synthesizing, compounding. I'm assuming you don't know how your company acquired this information...but if you can reassure me I won't have any more unexpected guests trying to rifle through my labs I would greatly appreciate it." The elevator door opens to a fully white, immaculate floor with harsh and bright lighting. Passing through an air shower, the floor opened up wide in all directions. More glass labs spread out on this floor with multiple stations. Even today it was busy here, with fifteen to twenty employees milling about in white full-body clean suits, their shoes covered by protective gear. They all seemed to have a specific job to do and were actively engaged, clean and sterile looking lab equipment being monitored and interacted with. "From here we'll go to my office and I'll send you off with a sample of what I can offer. If your organization likes what they see, we can discuss pricing. If I don't see you again, I'll assume you weren't interested, no harm done."

#//good luck getting that finger tho lol #//cupid be like drugs??? you're here for drugs. I have drugs!!!#dc rp #oc rp #dc oc rp blog #dc oc blog #dc oc roleplay #dc ocs #dc oc rp #dc oc #gotham oc

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"Not so sure on the hooks or the prod, but the bed I could get behind. Always kinda liked that sort of thing." He answered in a chuckle and a slow shrug of his shoulders under old, but well kept coat- he wouldn't usually admit to something like that quite so openly, or quite so easily, especially not to someone he hardly knew- but the other made it rather simple to do so, talking about it like it was no more taboo than the weather. The atmosphere of the place likely helped too, he mused, thumb tracing the edge of his empty glass with an amused, appraising glance give to Cupid once more,

"Oh yeah, totally," He nodded when the authenticity of his compliment was questioned, "Penguin's place is nice and all, but it feels more relaxed here. In the good way." He reconfirmed through the easy smile, "I'll definitely be coming by again- and I've got the memory of an elephant when it comes to promises of drinks so I'll be holding you to those discounts." A jest given through a more crooked grin, something more playful than the easy one of earlier,

"Favorite part? Sheesh, making it hard taking away my first answer... I guess.. The music. You play the kinda thing I can get lost in here."

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Cupid appraised Silas for a moment, strange, too-bright eyes fixed on him, seemingly filing that remark about the bed away for later. He liked small, tasty pieces of information like that just as much as anything else, something he could add to his hoard like a fiendish squirrel. "Do you really? Well...now you've got me curious about what else you like..." His eyes dropped briefly to watch Silas' thumb circle the rim of the glass and then back up to his handsome face and dark curls, a smile spreading across his lips; he had the notion to make a remark about coming again but leaves it, instead letting a soft laugh escape him at the playful remark about the discounts. Cupid's smile turned sly, then, eyes lidding, leaning in with his chin propped on his hands coquettishly, the motion done in a deliberately exaggerated way. "If you like the sound of discounts, just wait until you hear what makes the drinks free," he let the implication linger for a beat before adding, almost offhandedly, "I'm very generous with my friends." The look he gave Silas suggested he wasn't only talking about friendship, as if his tone wasn't enough to imply the rest. His expression brightened further, then, his already obvious pleasure only intensified at the praise Silas leaned into. Satisfaction settled easily across his features, the compliment landing exactly where it was meant to, and he nodded as he took another sip of his own drink, slowly. "Mmm," he murmured, approving. He looked away, briefly, to the scattered few that were up near this small bar in particular, some hidden away behind curtains, others far more engaged with each other to even know where they were in terms of the club's layout. Lost...yes. That was a good word to describe what he was aiming for. "...I like watching that moment when people stop thinking about who's looking at them. They quit worrying about how they look, what they sound like, what they ought to be doing. They just... disappear into it. The music, I mean. The club. Each other. Everything..." He drifted off momentarily before his attention returned again to Silas, his well-worn coat, strangely unassuming for someone with his strikingly pretty features and dark eyes. "And...of course, if I've done my job right, after losing yourself... you'll find yourself with me by the end of the night. Do you partake, Silas?"

#thank youuuu sm for waiting on me for thissss I love Silas so much #cw suggestive #cw drugs #cw alcohol #dc rp oc #dc oc rp blog #dc oc blog #dc oc roleplay #dc ocs #dc oc rp #dc oc #teethlikeconfessions

//PS if I owe you a post or you're still looking for a reply from me & we haven't spoken in a bit pls pls pls poke me it doesn't mean I don't want to RP! it just means my brain is hecked & dropped stuff into the ole 'this seemed important so we shredded it :)))))))' machine

#we all love the shredder machine its great & not agony lol #(it is agony)#never feel like you're pressuring me i want to write!!#i promise I will do better at keeping track of threads someday...#i am grateful every day that ppl want to come play with me truly #ooc post #ooc #dc oc blog #dc oc #gotham oc #gotham oc rp #dc rp blog #dc oc rp

//they upped my med dose again & i am dying lol hopefully tomorrow will be better but if I crash out for a few days that's whats up ty so much my lovelies for your patience with meeeee 🙏😔✌️

#wish me very no migrane & terrible nausea for tomorrow #the side effects on these meds can be real gnarlllllyyyyyy #takes about a week & then I'm all good but I am a mess in the meantime #lots of ow and sleep #ooc #ooc post

//he's a dumbass your honor, sorry lmao (done for a pal who I had this idea-drabble with! I loooove their writing sm...)

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(Cont. from here since the thread was getting quite long!) @horrificspider

"I enjoy it quite a bit," replied Cupid as the dark figure stopped circling and stood still in front of him. She was short, comparatively, he noted. He still couldn't quite make out so many details, though he could have sworn the shadows were playing tricks...it looked, vaguely, as if this individual had one more set of arms than usual. He shook his head to himself. Been down here too long. "I dance in a club. A nightclub." "And no, no, not at all, you're not disturbing me," he laughed softly, "You surprised me, but I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Odds are someday I would run into somebody other than the folks who live in some of the upper tunnel ways." His biology was starting to act up. This was the perfect spot to attach to the mycelium network and his skin was starting to itch. The stranger said she couldn't see and he had no reason to disbelieve her; so he decided to take a small risk, hoping the sudden cloud of spores that shook from his shoulders couldn't be seen much in the dark. It was like a white, misty powder, meltingly sticky to the touch when contacted with skin that was not his own, and he tried to keep it from getting near this stranger. The effects of these spores were potent, a different kind than the type he circulated through his nightclub. These spores would inevitably become long, thin white strands of mycelium in a day or two, once they branched their hyphae and began to spread. Thankfully, he did not need to be there for that part, but he could feel it when they began to connect and grow in the muck of the tunnels. It was like growing a brand new limb of some sort, or playing a radio that suddenly had a new station. He could feel the entire city breathe through his colony of roots. "I'm glad you haven't encountered those two," he said, easing himself backwards away from her a little to ensure she wouldn't step into the cloud. He attempted to keep the spore release controlled...normally he would have had this whole place looking like fog had swept in, almost impossible to see through. "I've heard they're not too keen on conversation or uninvited guests...and they're very, very big." "Well," he continued at her question, trying to stay conversational and not draw attention to the odd shuffling shake-walk he was doing, "The club I dance at...I own it, so...people there just call me by the name of the place. Cupid. It's a bit silly, but I don't mind it. What can I call you?"

#//this guy...hm maybe more than two arms???!! weird #//well time to lay these spores I guess----#i am so sorry this one took me so long i had to actually figure out HOW he was going to do this lmao #oc rp blog #dc oc rp blog #dc oc blog #dc oc #dc oc roleplay #gotham oc #dc oc rp #gotham oc rp #dc rp blog #dc rp #oc rp

//Outfit options for the Wayne Enterprises Gala hosted by @wayneenterprise-pr ...top one is my favorite so far (and fits the theme best I think...) mainly I just wanted an excuse to play dressup lol. I looked at a bunch of Met Gala pictures...some of those outfits are really out there!

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Hey I forgot to give you this, I was doodling Cupid a few weeks back

//INHALES AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!

Thank you SO SO SO MUCH hahaha he's perfect!!!!! ;; you are so so so kind & thoughtful for making me this AMAZING gift art! This made my whole month!!!!!

#look at him be so sassy!!!#seriously I am on cloud nine thank you so much buzz!!!#ooc #cupid fanart

This weekend! We've got Queens & COCKtails at Club Cupid starting at 11pm and going till close! Come see your favorite Gotham drag performers, including Batpussy Galore, Harley Quinntercourse, Gotham Glitterati, Robyn Spanxbanx and Jokerphish! Family discounts for LGBTQIA+ all night long, what're you waiting for?

#//i had way too much fun coming up with Cupid's drag look lol #dc oc blog #dc oc #gotham oc #dc oc roleplay #dc oc rp #dc oc rp blog #gotham oc rp #dc rp blog #rp blog #dc rp #only in gotham rp #cw: suggestive

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Oooo darlings you KNOW we have Pride Month specials all this month at the club!!! I'll be dropping some BIG (rowr) events, free happy hours and chances to win some fabulous prizes throughout Pride Month at Club Cupid!

Come spend some time with FAMILY this Pride month (& every month) with us all night long!

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cont. from here @honeysuckle-not-ivy

"Jet Pilot it is!" remarked Cupid in exchange, "I think it's one of the strongest I know how to make while still tasting really good...it's a tiki drink, but don't let that fool you. It's got three kinds of rum in it, liqueur from Barbados and absinthe." At the remark about his ideology, he laughed softly. "Mmm, I've seen it work in practice, so it's beyond ideology now. This whole club is nothing but that; teaching Gotham to love again. The city is a harsh mistress and a hard place sometimes, and Gothamites...they love her, they love each other superficially, I think, but ... not the kind I'm bringing back to them. It's hard to remember things when you've forgotten them. I'm just sort of...being the reminder." He hummed at her job, "Wayne Industries is a good company to work for, for that. They had one of the best biochemical labs I've ever seen running. Top of the line equipment and all. I imagine things have only gotten better since I was there... so, congrats on landing that lead scientist role, I hope you all manage to clean up the Harbor. What do they call the stuff at the bottom again? Black mayonnaise?" he shuddered, "Eugh..." At her description of continuing on as a rogue, he finally finished mixing her drink and turned to her, "Alls fair in love and war, as the saying goes," he notes, "You're going after specific targets. Non-innocents, I'd call them. Much different than what Ivy had in store for this city...she had made all of humanity her enemy the last I encountered her. I can't subscribe to that... but, on the flip-side, my philosophy doesn't include loving everyone, all the time; no, no...some people deserve what they get." The last was said with a bit more of an edge to his voice. He also failed to mention the more illegal activities happening beneath his club, too, synthesizing drugs of all stripes for criminals far more dangerous than himself. He smiled, "It sounds like you're doing the best for your community, though, you're a busy girl hm? That's all any of us can hope for. You do right for your fellows in the time that you're here, you still love. You see?" he handed her the drink, replacing himself on the couch with one of his own, something pink in a martini glass. "Besides, I hang out with a lot of Gotham's top outcasts let's say...they come to my club often. You're among friends. Oswald, Eddie. Joker. Jervis. Harley. Harvey...they've all been through my doors. Some of them beyond them, too," he winked. "But...it's why I nearly had a heart attack seeing you, too, I...for a second you looked a lot like her...I thought my time had finally come. I ...don't ever want to see her again, if that weren't obvious. I don't know what she would do...finding out that I'm alive...nothing good, I suspect."

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"That sounds perfect." Honeysuckle exhaled and pressed a hand to her forehead. Her skin felt like it was burning up from the nerves. What if she was just a poor copy of Ivy who was about to scare off the one other survior she's meet?

She liked hearing him talked in what his club was doing. She didn't have a bad time there herself, but still she could never trusts the merits of place where no one was quite themselves. "Well I'm sure you'll remind a bunch of people with time. You were able to make me feel not so alone rather quickly." She gave a large but sad smile at the end of her sentence.

The buzz from her previous drink finally started kicking in. For a second she was floating, riding a good wave. "Their one of the few companies I don't hate. They've certainly had their slip ups. But their actually trying. Who would believe that their ex playboy CEO actually cares about the health of gotham? And not just in giving his employees good water filters so they don't die way." She waved off the technical term for the accumulation of toxins in the harbor. She was done talking about work for now.

"I know what Ivy did. As long as I was human I was just part of the problem to her. You know at some point she said she was saving me by turning me into this. funny right?" Honeysuckle laughed, a laugh that started normal at first and quickly turned into a classic villain like cackle. "I sound like I'm loosing it."

What a perfect time to start a second drink. "I try to love. It all feels more like fixing other peoples mistakes. Cleaning up the messes where I can." The mix of three different liqours stung her senses as she took a sip. "That and trying to make use of the full potentail of my abilities. No stone left unturned."

"I haven't talked to a lot of the other rouges for a while. A good chunk of them think I died. Harvey knows I'm back, well if Two relayed the information." She understood the concerns about Ivy. "I doubt she would kill you now, especially if you have friends in high places. She's also probably too busy planning the text takeover to try and track down us."

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"No one is ever alone. Not really," replied Cupid softly, "Not here, not in Gotham..." He trailed off, then, vaguely looking out the window briefly at the fog, and then sipped out of his martini glass, smiling in exchange to Honeysuckle's large but sad one, "Ah well. I'm sorry about earlier, still. I'm glad I could at least make up for it a bit...it's...not something I ever expected. Well, maybe I did, but...no offense, I was always hoping I'd never meet someone like me. I was hoping maybe she...wouldn't still be at it even though I really always knew she would be. Pam is ...unstoppable when she's hunting something. She is...I guess quite literally now...a force of nature." He sighed then, "It's what I found so attractive about her in the first place when we met. She was so driven, so smart it---...I'd never met anyone like her. It was easy to quit Wayne Enterprises when they didn't see her genius like I did. I was so lost to her," he laughed softly, bitterly, "And I guess that was it, right? You and me were always going to just be an other problem to solve to her...our humanity was a flaw. It's another reason I'm here...making love to the humanity she hates every night. Even though...I'm not, anymore." He watched Honeysuckle as she laughed, an airy laugh following her own long cackle of one, "It can sound crazy. I sound crazy, I'm sure, so often. Maybe I am crazy...maybe we both are. It doesn't matter," he shook his head then at the ideology that changed them both, "I don't feel saved. Do you?" He nodded then, taking another sip of his own cocktail, "Mm. You and I are the same in that way, too. Making the most of it. Whatever this is. My father always told me I was a monster...ironic I wound up as one. One out of his worst nightmares," he laughed, a little too hard himself then, and pursed his lips, "You can't keep going without that love. It can feel like a lot of other things, it can be exhausting to carry, but if that wasn't at the core of it, you wouldn't do it. You love, whether it's your choice or...the choice she made for us, it doesn't matter. You punish the people without it in the ways you can...and there are people without it. They take and they take and the only thing in their hearts is a black hole, a sucking void. Nothing ever fills it. Nothing ever touches making them whole. Not money, not family, not friends. They walk around in their skin looking like everyone else, but I can tell you they're more monstrous than we'll ever be. They pollute the oceans, they suck up all the drinkable water, they pillage natural resources for profit. They laugh at the people trying to preserve any good for humanity. Altruism is their antithesis, utterly foreign to who they are. They traumatize their children, they find pleasure in nothing. They use religion and faith as a prop to cover their deeds, to excuse them. Everyone is just another tool to them. Those are the people...the dead ends...they're the ones that need a good culling." He shrugged, "If you ask me, anyway," he smiled, and lifted his glass to her, "Eh well, here's to being dead. The rare and wonderful dead friend's club... here's hoping we stay that way, for our sake."

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"I feel alone sometimes. Well alone with the plants. Partly because I have my main base in the woods. But I like being closer to alone." She felt instant regret again, and a new self consciousness about oversharing. She took another burning ship of her drink, chasing a stronger buzz and quieter thoughts.

"I get it. If I didn't hear about all the past experiments I would hope for their end too." Yet Honeysuckle's tone gave away that she did in fact hear about all of them. "Yeah. There's no stopping a forced of nature. Just weathering out the storm and trying to make it out the same person who went in." Honeysuckle looked at her hands, and her slightly tainted green fingers.

"No. I feel worse than ever. I have days where I can't earth because my plant cells sometimes mess with my stomach. I have chronic migraines, and CPTSD, anxiety, mild insomnia, and episodic depression. Had to take full advantage of the medical labs at my college to figure all of that out." She laughed at herself some more. "The one good thing Ivy ever did for me is get me into a good college on merit money on top of my finical aid. I ended up being the subject of a couple medical papers. Had to lie and say I was captured as an experiment once Ivy learned I had lab experience. People believed me." Honeysuckle said in disbelief.

"Believe me I'm trying to cull the leeches out." Honeysuckle sighed. "I'm trying to do it all." She raised her glass. "To being dead." She took a sip.

"The rouges are slowly learning I'm still around. Problem is the vigilantes are too." She rolled her eyes. "Those little shits, excuse my language, keep messing with my plans. It's always 'your better than this' or 'why turn back to the rouge life' like I need to be saved. Well someone tried and fucked me up more so I'm good."

gothamlovepotion

Cupid laughed softly at that. Trying to make it out the same person who went in. "Oh, I'm not the same," he said, with a grim finality, "Not at all. Better, I think. As much as I hated that choice being taken from me, as much as I'm...not human anymore, as much as I'm not saved, either...but I am changed. I'm quite certainly, unequivocally...changed." Cupid watched the fog as it rolled in thick blankets past the window, turning into a smattering of rain. Gotham's own commentary, perhaps, and a wry smile crosses his features briefly as Honeysuckle continued to describe her life now. "I guess I got lucky," he remarks, "All I have is an unceasing desire to dig in the dirt until my fingers bleed. That and...some other things. The mycelium..." he tilted his head, "I guess that's how you found me, if you have that connection to...what was it? The green? ..." he squinted a little. "My network spans the entire city now. It's ...almost everywhere. I can almost feel..." he shut his eyes, taking a low breath before opening again, a funny look crossing his features as if he was someplace far away suddenly, "...I can almost feel everything."He came back to himself quickly with a few rapid blinks, looking at Honey askance, his voice a low and thoughtful hum, "Well, they believed that story...because it makes sense. Wouldn't be any reason to question you. Ivy is categorically one of Gotham's known villains, now, from what the papers say. She always did value intelligence though. In my case, the young and in love and easily manipulated. Your smarts is probably why she helped you get into college. I don't know if she can feel guilt, but if she can, probably that too. Or, you know. She was training you. She never did do anything out of simple, straightforward generosity. Always had an ulterior motive..." At the mention of vigilantes, Cupid waved at her dismissively, not at her but at the concept of the vigilantes in question. "I have no use for any supposed heroes who don't show up at Gotham's pride parade," he remarked, bluntly, "They're of no use to me, and never were. I can tell you by talking to the gallery," by this he clearly meant the rogues, "They like to pretend they're family." By this he meant the Queer family as an umbrella, "So if they mean 'you're better than this' in reference to you taking steps against capitalism and against hate, mmmm, no honey, I don't have time for that. They say they love this city. I've heard she loves them too, but..." he shook his head, "The Bat better not darken my doorstep any one of these nights, that's all I can say on that. He'll get a lesson, and it'll be one he won't like."

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daydreamingtetch

What kind of tea do you serve to guests that you're hoping will stay awhile?

(PS... any interest in discussing favorite mathmatical theories by Dodgson? ;) )

- @gothamlovepotion

"A great question, though, to be honest it is mostly what I am up for at the time. Sometimes I can get fancy with it with the infusions but particularly I mostly serve them my favorite type if I like them enough." "My favorite type being Pu'erh, I have a few blends with different flavors... I have taken a liking to one that has flavor notes of carrot cake." ("Color me interested with such conversing, you seem to know what you're aiming for with such topics. Then again, I'm quite easy to please.")

gothamlovepotion

Ooooh I do love Pu'erh the very most (other than some very specific smoky oolong blends). Has a wonderful earthy flavor that just can't be beat. A friend of mine tried a very aged Pu’erh once and told me it ‘tasted like a barnyard,’ which made me laugh so hard I nearly spit mine out. Personally, I think that just means it had character!! Carrot cake notes in Pu’erh sounds so yum... I’m curious how that comes through with the earthiness of the tea. Is it more spice, more sweetness, or just a little hint of both? And you're easy to please? Mm. That's a dangerous thing to admit to someone like me... (P.S. That reminds me… do call me if that night out still sounds tempting. Drinks are on the house! I'll show you a good time at the club, promises ♡)

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gothamlovepotion

Kat could hear a low, and slow whistling before she could see where it was coming from. Somewhere amidst the props, it continued, even as Kat rapidly put together something to send his elevator into a world of error-based death throes. The idle melody echoed throughout the space, and it seemed he was in no hurry to catch up to her, not until she had everything hooked up and ready to disable the security panel on his lab elevator. Cupid rounded the corner, then, with impeccable timing. He had his hands clasped behind his back and as he closed the distance between them to loom over her like a parent who had caught their kid red-handed in the cookie jar; he raised his eyebrows and leaned down over her shoulder slowly, looking at the wires in her hand pointedly. "Mmhm," he said, slowly, "That's...creative, but let's skip over the whole lying to my face thing, shall we? And don't try and run, either, because I am absolutely faster in these heels than I look. I will catch you." His expression was one that clearly stated his unamusement at finding her this deep inside his sub-basements, especially so purposefully at this elevator. "Now...you're going to tell me a few things because I think you know who I am...and you're going to give me straight answers or things are going to get quite a bit worse for you and I'd love to avoid that. I don't like hurting people who haven't consented to it, hm?" He straightened, then, and folded his arms, "Let's start with the basics. One. Who are you, and two, why are you attempting to gain entry into my secure elevator?"

luck-is-a-superpower

Kat takes a breath, reorganizing her thoughts and carefully putting the wires down patting her inner coat pocket to both check that cheeks was ok and reassure him. She stands slowly putting her hands up and turning to face Cupid. “First, I just want to say, I’m not looking for trouble, I was also intending on giving all of this-” she gestures to her new outfit “- back as soon as I could.”

“As for who I am, you can call me Nines; I’m… well they call me a maintenance worker, but I do a lot of things. I do whatever my company tells me really.” Kat moves her hands in a half shrug motion. “I was also being honest back there something was causing that electrical outlet to be faulty and if I had to guess it’s one of your generators.” she nods at the electrical outlet that she was about to use to overload the door. "Might want to get someone to check it out... but anyway-"

“I’m here because my company has ordered me to get some… well samples of your uh… “product” let’s call it.” She presses her lips into a line. “We didn’t know how… cooperative you’d be, so I was advised to sneak in instead.” “We often run on a system that’s more ask for forgiveness rather than permission; I do apologize for the inconvenience. For the record, I was on team “ask politely” but I was outvoted.”

gothamlovepotion

That was curious. As Kat stands and turns around fully with her hands up, she'd see that Cupid was fully unarmed but with his eyebrows raised in expectation much like a very disapproving relative. His one arm was across his chest, the other resting on his chin with a finger along his jaw. "Not looking for trouble!" he scoffed in a tone of disbelief, "Well, I'm afraid to say you've found it...Nines." He squints, putting together the sound of 'I do whatever my company tells me' and 'my company has ordered me to get samples of your product'. Internally, Cupid rolls this over for a moment, deciding on the fact that she must work for some sort of ... rival mob to the Penguin's, possibly, or a gang. Maintenance worker, though, that specifically was a little odd, but there were fixers and such, why not maintenance workers? He ignores the information about his generators for now. "There are proper channels for that," Cupid replies slowly, tapping his finger against his jaw thoughtfully, "That would have made me far more cooperative than the one you've chosen. In my world asking for forgiveness versus permission looks an awful lot like stealing. I can see, however, somehow, you've gotten directions to locate said product. I hire a lot of people, I'm sure there are some willing to sell that information. I employ a small army from Penguin's coterie, no doubt some of them are less than trustworthy..." Cupid lowered his hands and placed them on his hips, still gazing steadily at Kat. "There are a lot of factions out in Gotham who would likely love access to my product without paying me. Now, there are two problems with that...one: the base formula can't be made without access to me and two, it is impossible to synthesize it without highly specialized equipment and formulas. Might as well be fairy dust. So whatever information you got from your...company, I'm afraid they've run into a bit of a rock and a hard place." The club owner tilted his head, "However...because you haven't come here armed and you seem disinclined to threaten me or to run off, and I caught you before you broke my elevator... I can possibly still be convinced your company is worth my time." He plugged the code into the elevator quickly, the doors sliding open with a soft ding and gestures for her to follow. "Come along. The trade-off here is you tell me how much you know, quickly."

He leads her down the elevator to the first underground lab, covering his glittered skin in a lab coat which he pulls from next to the elevator once it opens. He hands Kat one as well. "We can walk through here in just these. The second lab below this one is a fully sterile environment that requires aseptic conditions."

(//Lab floor 1 photo ref)

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