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073 [voice]

[Have some proto-Batvoice, Barge. Dick mad. :| And planning on getting some stuff done. He's going to be doing some investigating and digging around and general controlled freaking out before the bridge assault gets organized if anyone wants to bug him for stuff.]

Alright, if this is his endgame, then we need to stop running around like chickens with our heads cut off and actually get something done. The CES is closed off. People are getting pulled into it without warning. The infirmary's got plans to go mobile in case things get worse, and the faceless people are getting more corporeal, and potentially more hostile. Stay in groups, don't do anything stupid, and stay alive. Whoever's in charge might think it's funny to shut the death toll off.

We need to pool knowledge. Anyone who knows how to access the inner structure of the Barge needs to speak up now before things get any worse. Has anyone seen or heard from Trip and Tosh, or the rest of the engine room crew?

For the people stuck in the CES: we're going to get you out. Don't panic, stay together, and watch each other's backs. Keep in communication with other people who aren't with you and try to find out how many people have gotten sucked in.

We're going to get through this. We just need to stay calm and work together.

[Friends Filter - if you think you're on it, you are.]

Check in.

[Private to Jim, Arthur and Kay]

[You're all also on the filter, he just wants to bother you for think tanking if you're not stuck.]

Where are you?

[Private to David]

What do you know? [Say hi to the Batvoice, kid. :|]

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You don't get it, do you? It's over. The Admiral's history, Flagg's running the show now. Your warden item won't get you anywhere. You try playing the hero here, Flagg'll do to you what he did to the Admiral.

Is that supposed to scare me? You know, sometimes, I really wonder what it actually says about me in those comic books. I've heard that speech more times then I can count. Things always have a way of working themselves out.

This isn't a speech and we're not in Gotham. [And he's backing up all the while.] Take it from someone who's seen it - things don't work themselves out. That's just in your world. Go help Tim or get yourself killed, but as for me, I've got a score to go settle.

[Having retreated far enough, he turns to make a break for it up the stairs.]

Not so fast, buddy. [Did you really think he wasn't planning on that? Have a jumpline wrapping itself around your ankles. He's been carrying gear around with him in his jacket pockets for weeks.]

No... no! [David goes down facefirst into the stairs, but he's already pulling a knife out from a sheath at his waist and frantically cutting at the jumpline. It's Slick's old knife, the one that originally belonged to Eddie Brock. And it's sharp enough to do the job, but David's frantic now and his hands are unsteady.] Stay out of this, Dick. Stay away from me!

Where are you getting these weapons from? [He almost sounds amused as he comes over and crouches down, grabbing David's wrist firmly, stopping him from cutting through the line.]

Look, David, I don't want to hurt you. But right now, whatever he promised you? What guarantee do you have that he'll give it? You're helping him hurt people. Is that really what you want to do? He's just manipulating you, telling you he'll give you what he wants because he wants this place to burn. And I'm having a hard time thinking you're really that evil, that you want everyone on board dead.

None of your business! [He doesn't move to stab Dick, but he doesn't let go of the knife either. He glares at the vigilante, baring his teeth like a cornered animal.]

You don't get it, this isn't about Flagg and his fucking promise!

[He takes a swing at Dick's jaw with his free hand.]

[Which Dick blocks, catching his fist and holding it firmly.] Calm down. If it's not about him, then what's the problem?

You know what's the problem! [Face contorted, David tries kicking with his still-bound feet, since they're the only extremities he can move.] This is my fucking business, stay out of it!

[ Within minutes - probably sooner than Dick expected - John is coming up behind them, and - ]

The fuck are you two doing?

[ The sight and flashlight on his rifle find them first, and as he gets closer it's clear he's in full combat gear, so. Enjoy that. ]

Connor... [David mutters the name, looking surprised... and embarrassed? Whatever it is, he stops struggling.]

[Dick takes that opportunity to take the knife away and stand up, glancing over at John briefly before looking back at David.]

He's working with Flagg. He pulled a gun on me and tried to run off.

[ John immediately rounds on David, and does not lower his weapon. He does not look happy. ]

Get up. Is that true?

[David pulls himself to a sitting position and grabs the railing to pull himself up, since his feet are still bound.]

I told you this doesn't have anything to do with fucking Flagg! [But then he's facing John, who's much harder to yell at than Dick.] I'm taking care of something personal. It doesn't involve Flagg, or Dick, or you.

[Dick just crosses his arms and glares. He am so disappoint, David.]

You're still playing into his game. He's just manipulating you. I thought you'd learned something after being a Death Knight almost destroyed you.

That is bullshit, David, and you know it. [ He's not yelling, but he almost is. ] This ship is one unit, inmates and wardens alike, everything we do impacts everyone else. You're going to sit there and tell me with a straight face that you're fine with being a selfish prick and wasting our time, fucking everyone over?

[ And now he's visibly pissed off, getting right in David's face over it, voice harsh and cold-angry. ]

You are handicapping us while this ship and the time loop its in degrade. That deal you took is only making you someone else's toy. You think whomever's been torturing you all fucking month is really going to help you? Wake the fuck up.

I don't give a shit about Flagg! [He rounds on Dick, jabbing a finger at him.] The psycho who fucking murdered me is here on the Barge, and they all kept it from me! They told me to just sit back and let them handle it and they sat on their hands and did nothing! They didn't even have the balls to tell me she was here!

[It's harder to yell with John right there in his face, but David stands his ground.]

I'm not fucking anyone over. [but he doesn't sound so sure of himself now.] I'm settling something while I've still got the chance.

So what, you can prove everyone right, that you're just some unstable psycho who's never going to get out of here? [Youuu sound just like Hoffman. :|]

And what's she doing now? She's either working with Flagg just like you or she's out being a better fucking soldier than you are. Stop defining yourself by other people, man the fuck up.

You aren't settling shit, because this is going to be over, and when Grayson and I get back, what's it gonna be? You gonna be on the list of people who sold us out? You think we'll fucking forgive it because you had a moment of overwhelming cowardice?

Don't call me a coward! [He wants to meet John's glare defiantly, but he can't. He's forced to look away. Because he's right.]

... you don't understand. None of you do.

I understand you're making a decision you aren't going to be able to live with. Now's the fucking time, David.

[ Come on, kid. Don't make them immobilize you and stuff you in a closet. ]

... What do you want from me? I can't stop this. It was already all going on when I found Flagg.

Get back up there. Find your warden. Help keep this crisis secure.

[ POINT. >:| ]

And if I find out you fucked off right back into crazy, when this is over, I am coming for you personally, do you understand me? You are better than this horseshit and if you think I'm going to sit by and go 'oh well' over you being less than you're capable of, you are sorely fucking mistaken.

[ Terrible military caring. Other people have hugs, Connors have threats of boots in asses. ]

You're gonna just let me go?

[whatever he was expecting, this definitely wasn't it. He glances sideways at Dick, half-expecting a protest from the vigilante.]

[Dick doesn't add anything. All he cares about right now is saving Tim, and his patience with David and this whole situation is rapidly thinning. So his expression just stays intense and focused, staring David down a little, but not actually protesting the idea of just letting him go.]

We're wasting time.

Edited 2011-10-30 21:15 (UTC)

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