#alicesought

[battymuses]

Another day, another slog of paperwork and meetings. Such is the life of an office worker. At least, that was the case for Miriam. It wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills.

Plus, being Wayne Enterprises, sometimes Bruce Wayne himself showed up. She supposed that was neat.

Better than seeing Ms Cates, at least. She was the epitome of a bitchy boss and Miriam dreaded stuffing her resentment down for a forced polite smile and a 'yes, ma'am'.

Seemed she didn't need to worry about the boss today, however, as she was busy chewing out another worker.

Who was it this time?

Ah, Jervis Tetch. Poor guy. From what little she knew about the man, he didn't seem to cause any trouble. She could respect that. Just be quiet and get through the work day.

Jeez, Cates was really going all out with this verbal beating... Was she incapable of saying anything positive ever? Did she get off on berating others?

Whatever the case, Miriam was getting annoyed. Peeking her head out from her cubicle, she made momentary eye contact with Jervis before retreating back into her cubicle.

Ms Cates was coming her way.

Time it right...

With a big stretch in her office chair, Miriam's legs tripped Cates over, sending her plummeting to the floor.

Feigning innocence, Miriam bolted upright and rushed over to help her boss off the floor.

If she was lucky, no one noticed her plan this.

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[leatherforhell]

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Clara is no stranger to the strange and bewildering, but even she has to admit some amount of discomfort with this place. Something about the posture of the people in the rabbit suits, if they even are people... none of them move at all, even as one is yanked around. If they're not extremely realistic robots, then she doesn't want to know what's keeping them bound.

Still, there is that bubbling feeling that always arrives in situations like these. It's a dangerous feeling, she knows, but also a gleeful one. She can't help but be charmed by oddities.

This is nothing if not odd.

"Well, I do like being adored," Clara replies at last, and shrugs, palms out. The picture of casual innocence. "But I guess I don't know how to answer your question. My name is Clara Kelly, I like dogs, but not walks on the beach... does any of that help?"

[arkhamcalamity]

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Jervis' noise levels were irrelevant. Keeping him close just kept him safely out of the way of the intense heat and flame that shot out from her hand. Amity took an immense satisfaction in the way multiple yelps echoed around the stone as the mortals quickly moved to shut the door once more. She lingered the heat a moment, hoping it would buy them time before they tried the door once more.

"They'll try again in a bit," she said, turning to Jervis a bit fainter than she'd been before. "You need to go right and quickly. There's a way out they haven't found yet. It's very old." She hopes it's still intact.

"I do not care for the staff aside from my blood. I will not provide you the same cover for patients should you confront them." You all seemed to torment yourselves enough. "We're looking for a symbol, not your rabbit though."

[nightmdic-a]

     “Oh good, you’re awake. Don’t worry - the stitches should hold up pretty well.”

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[batmanwholxughs]

@alicesought​  ||  cont’d from x

   { ⛓ } – A HARE caught in a SNARE, struggling in spite of its tribulations. Such a humorous phrase! Beautifully tangled in a bouquet of bone crunching metal bordered on tightening, even suffocating the delicate life held within its palm. Whispers caressed the ear, tempting the shaken animal to act out, revel in misshapen DREAD until the Heavens cried with pity. That’s what the Madhatter did, after all. Every stride the storyteller’s captor made was led with jovial exuberance, a playfulness uncharacteristic to the guise that adorned the cowl, with firm possession over the bounty he’d collected on his way. It was hunting season, it turned out!

“ Evening, Hatter. ” A brief pause occured  – WELL, ignoring the abandoned trademark item, Laughs turned his head with a proper introduction, suggesting they made eye contact from that perspective. “ Just the little madman I’ve been searching for. Remember me? ” Familiarty should have shone through sentences, the matching, deepened address of the rogue that Batman had uttered on several occasions. Both in rage and a sliver of compassion if only for that deteriorated humanity. But LAUGHS? He encouraged the lack of moral mapping, and offered an evenly inhuman smile. Especially in enlightened reciprocation to the other’s frantic compromises. LAUGHTER bubbled in his chest, spinning them into an alleyway – deeper, further from the public eye. 

With a sigh of relief, he inclined his head sideways opposite the Hatter’s, “Funny you mention it... that’s exactly what I want. I thought to myself earlier today ‘who among Gotham knows their way around playing with a man’s perception best?’ And you came to mind! Consider it your lucky day Jervis. ”

[babydxhl]

starter for @alicesought | sc.

"One more rhyme, and I'm going to make someone throw this at your head." The wall of her cell is cold at her back; Mary rests her thumb on the page to mark her place, but has yet to look up from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfe to the man in the cell directly opposite. The clear Plexiglas slightly blurs the world beyond it, giving everything a vaguely smudged effect that makes her feel sick if she looks too long.

'Tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads. She's read the line six times, interrupted each time before starting on the next. She's not sure of the time, knows it's late — it's never really dark in Arkham, the fluorescents only ever dimming and brightening, dimming and brightening. Dim now, but not even dark enough to need to squint. Someone down the cell black moans in their sleep. The sound rings out painfully and is swallowed whole by the asylum's walls.

"I mean it, Jervis. One more. She still doesn't look up; it's as if she thinks doing so will give him confidence somehow. "I'll put glass in your food."

[riddlethat]

@alicesought asked: “ Don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest. ” more random dialogue prompts (accepting)

The table is empty. Not the table itself—there are saucers and teacups, perfectly white sugarcubes, a plate of cookies on a tatty-looking doily—but the chairs, creaky and old, are. He's not surprised.

Jervis, so deep in his own head. Edward has long learned to ignore the incessant ticking of the clock and the books haphazardly strewn about, no doubt Alice in Wonderland, the pages all frayed. Rabbit masks wait to be worn. Edward won't take one if he has anything to say about it, and stops himself before grabbing a cookie.

"Jervis." His mouth turns sour for a moment. Then, a terse smile. "I wouldn't want to make you mad."

Never mind the double entendre.

Edward tilts back in his chair, his legs stretched long, and glances over to that ratty top hat. He seesaws his cane, nice and steady. "Not to rain on your parade," he starts, not at all heartbroken, "but I'm starting to think Alice fell down a hole."

They're thirty minutes late. The phonograph skips, and the music warbles.

[exghul]

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he hadn’t meant to make tonight a PATROL. damian wanted a quiet night in gotham solely to THINK. it has been less than a week since his return from lazarus island. he has a mountain of notes to compile & review. as such, he brought earbuds & a phone with only a music app. tchaikovsky had blasted in his ears, the sound buzzing his eardrums. when the swell of a violin had abruptly paused, his attention turned from his own thoughts to make eye contact with the man before him. TETCH had stopped his music, all by tugging at an earbud.

as such, the boy launched into action. he leaped from his spot, hands snatching at the man. what an inconvenience to have to work on his “night off”, as alfred had called it. truthfully, it’s his own fault for wearing a mask outdoors at night & expecting to be left alone.

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