compromises | 04 ☾ Feb 24th, 2013 ☾ And the Riot Squad, They're Restless

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04 ☾ Feb 24th, 2013 ☾ And the Riot Squad, They're Restless

[ Video (as Dan)]

So has anyone caught whoever's been sticking people with bad needles in the halls yet? Or does anyone have a good guess at how many people have been infected or... how many might be out there trying to spread the plague?

I can't tell if the corridors shrinking is a good or bad thing if the perp's still at large.

[ Filtered to Iris and Rorschach (Costumed) ]

Please tell me both of you avoided getting mixed up in this one.

[ Let him be an optimist one more day. ]

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[ Nite Owl will be patrolling the corridors today and tomorrow, trying to help herd anyone obviously infected toward the infirmary and asking questions in hopes of finding a perpetrator to apprehend.

So if you see a man dressed up in a giant owl costume and cape, don't be afraid! This armor has stopped many a knife and bullet, his goggles offer thermal imaging, so come at him, bro. ]

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I know Stephanie Brown was looking into catching the perp and has some leads, you might relay with her?

Unfortunately, the infected count is still rising.

Hey, I saw you on earlier. You said it was some sort of... nanite technology that was causing this? As in microscopic, robotic bugs?

Yeah, I'm Dr. Banner. [ Feeling like the last doctor left on the boat, too. ] That's what's delivering the virus, it looks like.

Dan Dreiberg. [ There's a momentary pause, a dip of his head, a touch to the edges of his glasses. ] Damn, that's pretty cool, rabies aside.

[ He shakes his head and squints through the screen. ]

How many do you know are infected? Are you keeping a record?

Too many, and yes, as best we can.

I don't envy you at all, Dr. Banner.

If I were to go out in the hall, is there any real, visible signs I can identify the infected by?

[ there's a weak, tired laugh at that ]

Nobody does.

They'll be crazy, for one thing. Sadly that's not much to go on here on the barge. Violent and erratic behavior, sweats, extreme flu-like symptoms.

So far. Still looking into it. Could use an extra hand if interested.

[His neighbor's sick and his inmate's dead but HE'S GOT IT UNDER CONTROL probably.]

[ He's got the cowl down and the goggles pushed up. You know, in case he's got to do a sudden video as Dan. This isn't his coming out party, exactly. ]

I didn't put on this old thing for nothing. I mean, whoever's gonna have a hell of a time trying to poke me with one of those needles now.

Where are you?

Assumed was for more than personal protection.

Third floor stairwell. Trying to find perpetrators; not necessarily same as ones who made it.

Well, whatever happens, happens, I guess. I'm headed your way now.

[ The video cuts while Nite Owl gathers himself from his lair, double-checking his gear before heading out into the hall. That gets a momentary glance before he steps out.

When he meets Rorschach, he's in the full regalia and, honestly, feeling a bit light on his feet already. ]

I got a tip that someone - Stephanie Brown - was looking into finding who's been responsible for the infection. Know her?

Friend of Grayson's. Vigilante in own world.

[Hands in his pockets, more focused on the hallway around them rather than his partner.]

Know if she has any information?

I haven't gotten in contact with her yet, but there's someone on the network asking to pool resources. Could be her?

[ Dan takes out his communicator to check again to see if whoever it is responded. Spoiler: it's her. ]

Someone you wanna work with?

Could. No objections.

[ He'll pause to reply accordingly with his interest. ]

So what'd you need help with? Something specific, or just the investigation?

[Barbara is patrolling the halls herself, for rather different reasons. Her eskrima sticks lay on her lap, but she's hoping to avoid confrontation if possible; she's looking for more samples to collect. A wider variety can only help.

When she sees Nite Owl step around a corner, her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't look particularly shocked. The Barge seems to collect vigilantes.]

Hey there. Haven't seen you around before.

[She's automatically analysing every detail she can ascertain - muscular structure, height, jawline, lips, skin - and running a comparison. It won't be enough for a definite match, but it will narrow the pool of candidates.]

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[ It's hard not to notice a woman in a wheelchair, especially considering how slim the halls have gotten today. His goggles are set to outline her in green, but reaching up, he taps them into receiving while light. He recognizes her, before she speaks, but it's going to take him a moment to remember where from. ]

I don't get out much.

[ Which is more of a private joke, but his lips still quirk, friendly enough. He invisibly eyes her weapons behind his shades, takes slower steps in approaching.

The armor is padded or inlaid with metal to a point that pinpointing his actual physique is going to be a bit difficult, and there's a good stretch of confidence separating Daniel Dreiberg and Nite Owl's voice. ]

Can I escort you somewhere, ma'am? You are aware of the current state of emergency the barge is in, aren't you?

[ Going by the weapons, he'd guess so. ]

[Barbara quells the flare of defensivness that twists her features. He's a guardian by trade; of course he'd ask.]

Hard to miss it.

[She eyes him thoughtfully. She's not sure if she wants to admit exactly what she's doing out here, not yet. For all she knows, he's in on the whole thing.]

I like to keep on top of things.

[ Oof, what was it? Ma'am? Did the offer make her think he was pointing out she was in a wheelchair? He was really trying to avoid that... ]

Pretty bold, considering the perp's still at large and gutsy enough to get up close and personal, and the victims aren't exactly... doin' real well in any instant.

What kind of things are you trying to get done? Maybe I can help? Safety in numbers.

[A slightly slurred voice]

Needles?

[Sir missed the gossip train on this one arrives on the scene.]

Apparently someone's been going around sticking everyone with infected needles, and that's how the sickness got out.

You uh... you don't sound too hot, man. No offense. You feeling sick?

I'm fine. Just waiting out this bullshit with a bottle of something.

[No medics, no medical, fuck that, fuck all of you.

Riddick doesn't drink for pleasure, but nobody can know he's wounded nobody can know he's weak.]

Oh. Well... Cheers? You stay holed up in your cabin, you ought to be fine.

[ That's the sound of a man not believing you, Riddick, but not about to challenge you... conventionally. ]

How long have you been here?

'Bout a month, now, maybe two.

[Ease up on the slur. Keep it believably drunk and not sick. Easier said than done when his head feels like this.]

About as long as I've been here, too. You haven't been out in the hall recently, have you? Some really weird stuff out there. The walls shrank today, and they still don't look stable.

[ Part of this is bullshit. Such probing bullshit. ]

I managed to miss that. Was waiting for the other shoe to drop after the lights went out.

Last time somebody had the barge.

What do you mean 'had the barge'?

Ask a barge vet about Flagg sometime. Then strap in.

Please, my immune system was designed by people with several million years on whoever's playing about with this bollocks. I'm fine. It's everyone else.

[She's not. At all. Iris' body has enough built-in redundancies and biofeedback systems to suppress the gross physical symptoms, is all.]

Why would you talk about your immune system unless you got jabbed? Iris...

I'd think one's immune system is highly pertinent in the middle of a raging epidemic. Do you mind? I've got work to do.

[By which she means BRB KILLING DAVROS.]

Uh... ok, I guess.

[ It's not okay. ]

You just sound kinda...

[ Mean and pissed. He's never really had both of those thrown at him from you before. He's obviously worried and awkward about expressing it because he doesn't want to make you more mad, Iris. ]

[Arthas is also walking around, like literally nothing happened. He's not showing any of the mental symptoms of the nanite disease, but the way he moves clearly shows physical side-effects. Everything is achey. He's also got a chair leg with a bunch of broken glass sticking out of it, and is making no attempt to hide this.

He ends up in the same hall as Nite Owl somehow, and assesses him with a quick look.]

Huh. Look at you. Keeping the civilians safe?

[ Nite Owl figured he was bound to bump into some weird things eventually, but uh... ]

Trying to. Helping anyone I see infected to the infirmary too.

[ Definitely sizing you and that weapon up too. ]

You?

I'm going to kill anyone I feel like killing. Maybe they'll be infected, maybe they won't.

Let me into the CES.

[ And that shifts him into the defensive right off. ]

Woah, what? Hey man, this isn't battle royale. You don't gotta do that.

Maybe you... wanna pass by the infirmary instead? You don't look so good.

[ Clearly he has never met a lich king. ]

I'm not sick. I saw the signs and Death Tolled.

So, what? You think it's alright to come out here and take it out on everyone else?

Sorry that happened to you, but that line of logic is bullshit.

[ Basically: fuck no, I'm not helping you into anywhere. ]

I don't care.

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