What's that crashing sound that follows us around?

[exceptionalcrook]

WHO: Anyone, Duke
WHAT: Reactions to the executions/talking about next steps
WHERE: The dorms
WHEN: During/immediately following the executions
WARNINGS: Discussions of frickin' executions

[For people in the dorms to react to current events. Feel free to post your own starter!]

Comments

[sociallychallenged]

"Yeah, Bar's better."

And of course, it's Rick's that he intends to go to. Even if it might be a stretch to get there. He can already hear celebrating in the streets over the death of the Heart even through the outside windows.

Everyone's super damn good time.

He's taking the stairs. The elevator seems like a deathbox now, after seeing Mello.

[fuckregularpeople]

Jane doesn't want to go on the street either: that merriment is just going to disgust her even more, and when Jane gets disgusted enough someone else comes out. Someone who might just cause a scene and potentially get another execution or two added to the lineup as an encore.

Her outline blurs, but this time her appearance doesn't change at all. Flit's never stayed around long enough to make many changes beyond her brief eyeroll at the whiskey bottle still in her hand. "So I guess this bar is BYOB?" She grabs Hank's hand and they disappear.

When they reappear a second later it's in Rick's with a possible side effect of nausea, as Flit has an uncannily good sense of direction and the transportation comfort of a roller coaster. She shrugs. "Whatever." Then her outline blurs again, Jane glances around, and takes another swig of Hank's whiskey.

[sociallychallenged]

"I bought the booze from it so they-"

He's cut off as the whole world isn't, and then is again. He staggers, dizzily reaching for a brick wall. The bar is active, because everyone is celebrating, though because there are other people with powers they just cheer. There's some noise, activity, etc.

But Hank stammers before gesturing to Jane to follow. No one really pays attention to them. They're all pretty engaged in their festivities.

"Come on."

He'll go inside and lead her downstairs. He has access to the basement, even without the usual doorman there. "Jesus she didn't stick around long," he mutters to himself.

[fuckregularpeople]

Bottle to her lips, Jane raises one middle finger and lifts it aloft. The party trick's over so none of the bar patrons seem to notice, and those who do are in high enough spirits that they don't care.

"Yeah, she goes where she wants." Quickly and exuberantly, unlike Jane who follows Hank with slumped shoulders while trailing smoke behind her.

"What is this, the secret VIP sex dungeon?"

[sociallychallenged]

"Yeah and I'm bringin' the queen of the dicks. Come on."

He opens the door and heads into the downstairs shop, which is full of little bits of electronics that, blissfully, don't connect to the internet. Its not until the door is closed that he starts saying anything.

"Usual shop owner keeps this locked up and has a door guy. They can tell who clones are. Better than any of us can, so I made this-" he goes to where he'd been putting shit up on a bulletin board, and he's about to start writing something else.

"So the head told me a few things with his little performance. One? He's still got the virus, he's been modifying it, he probably also has cures for it. He also told me every time he does one of these big displays he puts everyone outside. Within easy grabbing distance of each other. Meaning if we spread a computer virus between them, they'd be vulnerable. He confirmed that we have to disable the chips in our heads 'cause he can control us, and the motherfucker's showed off we can use tattoos to regulate our own abilities. Vergil's were suppressed by a tattoo the Malakye put on his back. That wasn't the Head's doing. That was an act by an organized crime family restricting his abilities.

"Which means, maybe, someone with a control problem can hone theirs if we can uh... liberate-" he taps the deprogramming of the clones "-a couple of good modders and tattoo artists? Or if one of us learns to do it ourselves."

[fuckregularpeople]

"Touché, dickwad." And from her mildly bewildered blinking at the varied electronics around, she really did expect a sex dungeon before this. She snuffs out the joint between her fingertips, letting the ashes fall to the floor as she listens.

"So you think we can find a way to change what these fuckers are thinking?" Jane considers that, lining it up with what she's learned about Dualis since arriving. "Do you know how? I've been staying the fuck away from this mod and tattoo shit." She doesn't want anyone messing with her any more than she's already been messed with. If she can't have control no one else can, including the Head.

"See, I had some other ideas." Ideas about limiting powers, and ideas about what they can do with the clones.