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maskormenacelogs2017-02-02 11:37 pm
restingstitchface) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-02 11:37 pm
Love is kinda crazy
WHO: Jonathan Crane and OPEN.
WHERE: Porter cities. See prompts for details.
WHEN: During February.
WHAT: The Scarecrow's leaving his post to meet folk.
WARNINGS: Child abuse is mentioned.
A: Meetings in De Chima - throughout the month
[A visitor to Wayne Enterprises might spot the name Dr Jonathan Crane on one office door. Heroes might pass the time by slipping inside and poking around his desk. People he's made arrangements with will find him sitting behind his desk, awaiting their appointment. Or they might knock the door loudly and, shockingly, discover he isn't there. On other days, you might spot him feeding the crows in the Municipal Park round the corner - and he'll be scribbling notes as he does this.
Sam's Grill is a place Crane occasionally visits for lunch. Every time he claims the same table in a quiet corner. He might not answer you at first; he's too busy thinking about work.]
B: Maurtia Falls - February 6th
[There are few places Crane enjoys visiting more than the Maurtia Falls Institute of Art, due in no small part to the uncultured moneybags who believe attendance equals intelligence. If he cannot be spotted inflicting his ill temper on an unfortunate soul having a conference with him, those calling in at the Brew World Order teashop might see him imbibing a cup. Some of you might have business with him. If you're late, his face will remain an emotionless mask; but his attention will be on the daily newspaper. In other cases, he might be asking you to excuse his presence so he can pass by. He might also be in Petyr Baelish's Ambassador's Office.
What might he want there?]
C: Hotel Castile - February 8th
[Eventually, when folk aren't looking, a scarecrow climbs off its pole and wanders to friendly hunting fields. Jonathan is visible in the Hotel Castile today, and can be found in the bar savoring the timeless atmosphere. He's certainly polite enough to most of the residents who want a space at his table, even with his fingers struggling to stop clawing at that dark itch under his skin that thrives on fear. The itch begins to subside only to be replaced by a tingling that won't be sated till he's wearing his sackcloth. Early the next morning, a strawman is concealing itself in the dark corridors. Eluding friendly patrons and stalking the fearful ones. It might be happy to chat to the hotel's blackest residents. Perhaps that resident is you?
Unless you're Sally. Who might spot it leaning against a wall in a part of the hotel most don't use, lighter in hand. Need a light, girl?]
D: Nonah, closed to Harley - February 4th
[Crane unlocks the door and it swings inward, revealing a hall emptied of all of his books.
He takes a very deep breath, and does an admirable job of keeping his eyes from dropping down anywhere near her cleavage. His hand, still on the handle, grips tighter, turning his knuckles white. She's wearing a detestable pink coat. By comparison he's been caught without his jacket, with his sleeves rolled down to his elbows. He looks casual. There is an unforgiving look behind his eyes. Whether he's angry at his appearance or her dripping on his floor is another matter.
He steps away from his door.]
Come. I have a kettle boiling on the stove.
E: Anything you want!
[Just hit me up through DM or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
safekeeping!]
WHERE: Porter cities. See prompts for details.
WHEN: During February.
WHAT: The Scarecrow's leaving his post to meet folk.
WARNINGS: Child abuse is mentioned.
A: Meetings in De Chima - throughout the month
[A visitor to Wayne Enterprises might spot the name Dr Jonathan Crane on one office door. Heroes might pass the time by slipping inside and poking around his desk. People he's made arrangements with will find him sitting behind his desk, awaiting their appointment. Or they might knock the door loudly and, shockingly, discover he isn't there. On other days, you might spot him feeding the crows in the Municipal Park round the corner - and he'll be scribbling notes as he does this.
Sam's Grill is a place Crane occasionally visits for lunch. Every time he claims the same table in a quiet corner. He might not answer you at first; he's too busy thinking about work.]
B: Maurtia Falls - February 6th
[There are few places Crane enjoys visiting more than the Maurtia Falls Institute of Art, due in no small part to the uncultured moneybags who believe attendance equals intelligence. If he cannot be spotted inflicting his ill temper on an unfortunate soul having a conference with him, those calling in at the Brew World Order teashop might see him imbibing a cup. Some of you might have business with him. If you're late, his face will remain an emotionless mask; but his attention will be on the daily newspaper. In other cases, he might be asking you to excuse his presence so he can pass by. He might also be in Petyr Baelish's Ambassador's Office.
What might he want there?]
C: Hotel Castile - February 8th
[Eventually, when folk aren't looking, a scarecrow climbs off its pole and wanders to friendly hunting fields. Jonathan is visible in the Hotel Castile today, and can be found in the bar savoring the timeless atmosphere. He's certainly polite enough to most of the residents who want a space at his table, even with his fingers struggling to stop clawing at that dark itch under his skin that thrives on fear. The itch begins to subside only to be replaced by a tingling that won't be sated till he's wearing his sackcloth. Early the next morning, a strawman is concealing itself in the dark corridors. Eluding friendly patrons and stalking the fearful ones. It might be happy to chat to the hotel's blackest residents. Perhaps that resident is you?
Unless you're Sally. Who might spot it leaning against a wall in a part of the hotel most don't use, lighter in hand. Need a light, girl?]
D: Nonah, closed to Harley - February 4th
[Crane unlocks the door and it swings inward, revealing a hall emptied of all of his books.
He takes a very deep breath, and does an admirable job of keeping his eyes from dropping down anywhere near her cleavage. His hand, still on the handle, grips tighter, turning his knuckles white. She's wearing a detestable pink coat. By comparison he's been caught without his jacket, with his sleeves rolled down to his elbows. He looks casual. There is an unforgiving look behind his eyes. Whether he's angry at his appearance or her dripping on his floor is another matter.
He steps away from his door.]
Come. I have a kettle boiling on the stove.
E: Anything you want!
[Just hit me up through DM or
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