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[subzero]

[For as alert and cautious as he is, Victor couldn't predict that he would suddenly be awoken to the sound of blaring alarms. And not only that, but with a woman in a bed. But, even more shocking than that, was the distinct lack of frozen walls or cold temperatures. For a panicked moment, he took his hands to the base of his neck and began to hyperventilate. He can't be out of the cold, he will die. He can't die. Not now and not like--

--But he became aware all too quickly that he was not dying. His body did not convulse like it did back in the lab after the accident and his skin...it was peach. Not a cold blue, but a regular peach. And then the second dawning hit him. That he was in the broken remains of Oceania with his wife, but in a bedroom. A normal bedroom, not much unlike the one he shared with Nora what felt like years ago.

The woman in the bed does not stir despite the alarms still roaring, so Victor quickly went to the closet and takes out a brown overcoat, a matching fedora and some shoes over his blue pajamas. No need to tempt fate that the woman may awaken to find him. So he quickly leaves the room and then the house, to figure out what in the world was going on. Not only with the noise but with himself.]

Action; During the nighttime sirens forward to the 16th

[As soon as he leaves 1651 Albright Lane, he immediately begins walking around the town, looking for people to speak with. Maybe someone here can help him decipher what is going on. Surely there will be people about with the sirens screeching as they are.

...Though he will naturally be wary at first. After all he is an escaped criminal, though not of his own will. But he doubts that many people will even recognize him without his suit or...well icy exterior so to speak. So if he sees someone who doesn't look like some sort of authority figure (which may as well be anyone not in a police uniform or a bat suit) he'll try to get their attention with a shoulder tap. Though his voice will be low regardless and doing his best to hide his facial features under the hat. Which may not help given the loud sirens.]

Excuse me!

Phone; Morning of the 16th

So I take it sirens won't be screeching every night? It would be hard to sleep under those conditions if we are seemingly trapped here. And I am assuming there is no way to make one of these fake people leave a bed?

[A frustrated sigh. He goes on.]

I don't know why I'm here or who sent me here, and I'm sure you have as little knowledge toward that. I don't really care. But-- [He pauses, trying to contain his voice and keep it leveled as possible. Being in his not destroyed body is making him feel a lot more human than he use to feel.] --But, if you happen to see a petite blonde woman named Nora for whatever reason, can you tell her that Victor is here? I ask of nothing else.

...

Also I assume one cannot change their occupation? I doubt I would make a very suitable guidance counselour for the youth of this dollhouse fantasy you call "Mayfield".

Comments

[questionauthority]

[Question: Guess who else just so happens to be out and about at this hour? It's dark enough this evening that even the loud shades of green that Edward Nigma adorns himself with are fairly muted. But even if Victor should recognize this fellow Arkhamite, the Riddler doesn't seem to recognize him. Not at first, anyway.]

I'm in the middle of an investigation. Go and bother someone else.

[Sorry, Victor. Looks like the Riddler's giving you the cold shoulder.]

[subzero]

[The voice is familiar, but Victor can't place it right now either. He's too frazzled by everything going on and Riddler's reaction is not welcomed. He'll squeeze the shoulder even, though his strength isn't close to what it is in his suit]

Sorry, but it looks like you got the short end of the stick. Your investigation can wait.

[the_end_run]

(She stops and turns at the shoulder tap. The darkness made it hard for her to properly see who exactly it is, but hey, he hasn't tried to shoot her yet, nor does he seem to have any weaponry of any sort.)

Yes?

[subzero]

[He puts the hand back into the coat and takes a breath. Wow, he hopes he won't come off as too crazy.]

Miss, I know this may seem like an odd question, but...do you know where I am?

Action

[the_firebrand]

[Someone else is out and rather grumpy, what with the sirens. This makes her rather easy to spot, since it means her hair is on fire. Well, actually, it is fire. She also seems to be wearing some kind of vaguely steampunk outfit that looks entirely out of place with the rest of the environment.]

What do you want?

Action

[subzero]

[He steps back for a moment, mainly because of the obvious flames. Once again he worries in the back of his mind about his condition, but lets it subside. He won't let it get in the way, especially when it does not even seem to be present.]

Answers. Why are there sirens?

[wizardoftheweek]

If it's not sirens, it will be something else.

[subzero]

Not a comforting thought. Should I anticipate something worse.

[phone]

[singlesynapsetheory]

Who said anyone needed you as a guidance counselour, anyway?

[phone]

[subzero]

The letter I got from this house's mailbox did.

Action

[hintcoinplz]

[Luke's a little grouchier then normal, with all the noise going on. While it's a little strange for him to be out this late, he had to investigate.]

Yes? What is it?

Action

[subzero]

[For a moment he thinks to ask what's going on. But, the fact that a child is running around this late catches his attention first.]

Is there a reason you are out so late, for the sake of the noise?

[mayitlastforeve]

...what is a guidance counselor? [She is a youth of Mayfield, she wants to know what she's being given.]

[subzero]

[He's been in the office of one enough as a child to get an idea of what they do, so he doesn't miss a beat.]

It's someone who advises students who are having various troubles related to school and possibly their home lives. Slipping grades, anti-social behavior and the like will get you assigned one.

[sir_hellsing]

It's not safe for you to be out here alone.

[Hypocritical? Maybe, but she is holding a period-era carbine like she means business. It presents an interesting contrast with her very winter!New Look attire, but in her defense she had dressed in the dark.]

[subzero]

[The carbine isn't hard to notice at all even in the dark, and he can only think of what he's gotten himself into this time. And involuntarily at that.]

And why would you say that? Do the sirens alert of danger?

[Action; night]

[busy_fists]

[Well, it doesn't get much more 'average citizen' looking than Dad. In fact, he's been mistaken for a drone before. But he's more than willing to be helpful to a newcomer. Especially a newcomer that shares his fondness for hats. He speaks with a sort of quiet shout to make sure he's heard over the sirens.]

Evening, neighbor!

[Action; night]

[subzero]

[Neighbor? He'll just take it to the man being friendly. Friendly people are normally the most helpful.]

Evening to you too. Do you know what's going on?

Phone

[bread_goes_bip]

[Nora. Victor. She wonders...]

I'm fairly certain she isn't here.

Phone

[subzero]

No one can be sure. I hear that I am a "new arrival" so there must be others aside from myself.

[But, really, he hopes she isn't. She doesn't deserve to be in a rut like this.]

phone

[phobophobia]

My, my. Mayfield must have a special fondness for Gothamites.

phone

[subzero]

[He pauses, not recognizing this voice either. But Riddler already told him a list of who would know him. And he doubts a figure like Joker would act so calmly.]

Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Crane.

[Can you just hear the joy and happiness that comes from his low, flat voice??]

Phone

[crazyclownwoman]

Nora? Sure thing. I'll keep an eye out.

[Hopeless romantic crazy woman.]

And nah. Otherwise I don't think Eddie would be an Ethics teacher for too long.

Phone

[subzero]

Thank you.

[He can't be sure, but he'll take an educated guess and assume this is Harley Quinn.]

What inappropriate job did they give you then?

A; sorry for the tl;dr ahahaha.

[licentious]

[ Lust's main notice when she disappeared while reading was that the blood-soaked page-a-day calendar was, suspiciously, three days ahead. Yep. That and the sirens certainly wouldn't be a good sign. She wasn't sure how much more of a headache she could afford but judging with the town's sirens mean some shit is going down, Mayfield would be in a state of distress as a reaction. She's already looking at a week sponsored by the strongest aspirin available.

So she casually strolls out into the streets after popping some pills the drone husband always recommended her to take to retain that happy housewife image! Of course, this being Mayfield and it's trollish standards, the pills won't actually work but whatever. She figures it'll kick in twenty minutes anyways.

Now she's already looking towards the Diary because where the hell else would something cryptic and annoying be? But when a stranger touches her shoulder all she can think about is how a filthy human has touched her. And now how she has to interact with him. ]

You are excused. May I help you?

no problem :|b

[subzero]

[Yeah that sort of attitude gives him a feeling he won't get much, but he won't judge right now.]

Do you have any idea what in the world is going on?