Open RP in the Corridors

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

The moon was different here. A slither, high and pale in a sky black and cold as the blade of some ancient ceremonial knife - so unlike the low, fat rascal of tropical Miami nights. Dexter stood by the window, listening to the whispers of that dark twin brother to the leering, loudmouthed lucifer that had called so often to his Backseat Passenger.

Dexter de-fanged? Perhaps for a little while. But the Dark Passenger was calling him, prowling in the shadows of Dexter's hypothetical soul, urging him to strike, strike hard, strike soon. Why not? They were on vacation, weren't they? People let themselves do all sorts of things in different locales, under different moons; things they wouldn't dream of within the earshot of dear old mom and dad, the daily grind, the wife and kids.

And this was hardly the most normal place, after all. Kick back. Relax. Find a few playmates for a game or two under the half-starved moon...

((Come bug Dexter! :D))

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[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

She said yes.

Hell, I even asked.

Broom in hand, Nny was strolling down the hall, looking dangerously close to cheerful.

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

The sound of someone close-by. Dexter looked up, his convincing counterfeit of a human smile plastered on. It was the skinny hispanic kid he'd spoken to for so long at his Sorting.

"Hey," Darling Dexter said - he'd always been considered such a nice man, after all. So polite. "You look upbeat."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"I asked a question I didn't expect to ask. And got an answer I didn't expect to hear." He snickered. "On WART, no less."

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

That sounded... oddly familiar, really. Dexter couldn't quite tell whether the laugh was to signify that the situation was ridiculous or pleasing.

"Really? What happened?"

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"I, well. Proposed to my girlfriend... well, I made sure that I could laugh it off if she said no, which is pretty chickenshit. And maybe a song about human sacrifice was in bad taste. But she said yes, so it can't have been too bad."

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Well, if he'd prepared a contingency plan, it must have been deliberate, so Dexter smiles and offers his hands. "Congratulations." He thinks for a moment, thinking of how his workmates had reacted to his engagement to find the correct human response.

"Are you having a bachelor party?" was pretty much all he could muster.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Shaking hands wasn't really something Nny did, but he at least managed not to glare at Dexter's hand with revulsion. "Thank y... a what?"

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

Not the right situation for a handshake? He'd had to shake countless hands when people had found out he was engaged, but perhaps this was one of those things that varied from place to place.

"A bachelor party. It seems to be part of the process; a sort of ritual of humiliation. I haven't discovered the purpose behind it yet, but I had to have one when I got engaged."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I know what they are, I just don't know why anyone would want one. Or anyone here who's stupid enough to think I might, likes me enough to care, and isn't scared of me."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Steph, out of costume for the first time since her arrival at Hogwarts, was having trouble grasping the concept that Gotham =/= Hogwarts. In Gotham, it would have been dangerous to start a conversation with some a morose-looking pale guy in a random hallway. But when in Rome!

"Hi there."

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Dexter said, with an easy grin. "Am I in your way?"

A ridiculous question to ask, considering the sheer size of the corridor, and his lop-sided grin acknowledged this. He'd worked very hard to perfect his quirky, human personality, and he was generally quite good at it, too.

"I'm Dexter."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Stephanie." Not Robin. First cape-free introduction. She smiled and held out a hand.

[thebatjournal.livejournal.com]

He stepped up next to the man, peering up at the moon. Hn. "At least there's one constant on Earth."

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

"Apart from death and taxes?"

[thebatjournal.livejournal.com]

"Even those aren't particularly constant, where I'm from." He shakes his head, hands in his pockets. "Particularly in my line of work. The moon always looks the same, no matter where I am."

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

Dexter had always supposed that death was pretty constant. "Your line of work?" he enquired, gazing back up at the moon. "I think it looks pretty different, here. I'm from Miami."

He turned back to the new arrival, offering his hand. "Dexter."

[thebatjournal.livejournal.com]

"Daytimes, I'm mostly defined by my money." He shakes his head and then offers his hand. "I suppose I'm around the same lattitude back home in Gotham. Bruce." He shook the man's hand, firm and cordial.

[carriesapurse.livejournal.com]

Tinky Winky skipped down the corridor, then stopped and cocked his huge purple head at the man standing by the window.

"How now, bwown cow?"

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

Dexter... looked a little confused. Sometimes things happened that didn't make much sense to him; things that everybody else - real humans, that was - took for granted, like a puzzle they'd gone over so many times that they didn't even think about the answer. They just KNEW.

This, however, probably wasn't one of those things. People didn't usually wander around in big fluffy purple suits.

"I'm sorry?" He asked, slightly nonplussed.