005 | Video & Action | 24th

[unitas]

[ The camera flickers to life showing off the inside of the Speakeasy. It's mostly quiet at the moment, a few people drinking their sorrows away in silence, hiding away from their ghosts. The video swivels to show off eight unique paintings spaced equally apart, one of each god, lining the back wall. They're all painted with black ink, names scribbled above their heads, and on each forehead is a bright red X, or, in Love's case, right in the middle of their pink fluffy self.

And then she turns the video to herself. Her dark roots are more visible and her pallor is off but she appears pleased with herself. There's a smudge of black paint on her cheek. ]

Anyone up for a game of darts? [ She says it with mock cheer, a spit in the face or whatever god is trying to force her to feel what they want. Her expression sours for a single moment, words turning icy. ] And to the asshole who thinks it's cool to play with our loved ones: fuck you. May you lose someone you care for and never, ever be able to bring them back.

[ Her eyes begin to sting as she punctuates that last sentence, nose turning a few shades pink, and she quickly swallows it back, bringing a drink up to her mouth with her other hand. It'll be over soon but for now, it's pain. It's pain for the people she loves here and she won't be quiet about it. She lets her voice soften as she continues, though her scowl remains. ] It's open to all, obviously, and I'll make certain to do upkeep on them so you never have to miss their stupid, smug ass faces. Though, someone should sew up a curtain large enough to cover that wall when no one's playing; no one wants to see them all the time.

[ Don't you love how she doesn't ask? In any case, she ends the feed at that moment. If anyone wants her, she's available at the bar for action threads, tossing makeshift darts at Sorrow's face. ]

Comments

[fulminatory]

Sounds like you're something of an expert here?

[Jason's willing to admit he is pretty far out of his element here. But this is Bruce. Jason knows him, lived and worked with him, fought by his side (and loved him, as much as it hurts to remember, it's still true) for years. If this is some kind of hallucination, it's more realistic than anything Scarecrow or any other twisted genius Jason's ever faced could pull off. Jason casts another sideways glance at the shadowed corner.]

If there's all kinds of weird stuff happening, why not ghosts? Sounds like something right up this guy's alley.

[He motions to the portrait of Fear she'd painted, then launches the dart in his hand directly into the X on Fear's face.]

[unitas]

Because I'm not afraid. [ She points out, though it's not the whole and complete truth. She mutters something about him being a show-off when his dart hits the mark before she continues on. ]

Are you?

[fulminatory]

[Jason almost-grins at that, because yeah, he is a show-off, but it vanishes just as quickly as it appears.]

Nah. I'm not afraid. [That's easily the biggest lie he's told himself in the last five minutes. He doesn't look at Bruce this time. He is afraid - just not of Bruce. What his appearance here might signify - that Jason killed him. Jaw taut, he launches another dart into the portrait of Rage and hits the X dead center.] I've seen too much to be afraid of this place.

[unitas]

[ Sharon laughs, sudden. It's not meant to come off as derogatory but it's easily mistaken for such. ]

Everyone says that, you know? 'I've seen horrors you couldn't imagine' [ She scoffs into her drink, her smile morbid. ] You haven't seen anything yet.