Post by Jervis Tetch on Aug 30, 2021 14:21:03 GMT -5
Participants: Penguin, Mad Hatter
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The Crypt, beneath the Iceberg lounge
Time of Day: 11:35 pm
Weather: Clear sky
Summary: The Mad Hatter has a grand vision, but for it to become reality he needs to strike an accord with the diabolical Penguin, gaining his cooperation and blessing to bring Hatter's plans to fruition within Penguin's territory.
The Crypt, an apt name for location of decay and depravity Hatter had stepped into. It was all, surreal, in the worst of ways, this shanty town, an island of concrete amidst a pool of sewage, the stench of fallow water mixing with the smoke and scents of narcotics and cigarettes, of cheap chemical fog and stale food, the lights a dizzying kaleidoscope of hues of green, purple and orange, sweaty bodies swaying and waving, drinking and drugging, using and abusing, dealing and dallying. And in the middle of it all, a plastic and foam spire in the jagged, fanglike shapes of some tundra mountain motif, towering above the masses with a throne mounted at it's peak, the rotund emperor of this dilapidated kingdom of decadence nestled atop.
And the music, oh heavens the music, if you could even call it that. Deafening, mind-numbingly delirious, stumbling, tumbling, wading and clawing, clutching and careening from wall to wall to ear to mind, as if with a form of it's own, a frothing and gnarled, salivating and crooked beast, snarling and howling, scraping and tearing down the listeners senses of normalcy and self. Yes, Raving indeed.
All the same, Hatter made his way towards the tower and it's king, for he was a man on a mission, and knew it would be better to meet the Penguin here, where there was no need for pretense, where Penguin could freely be the beast he was at heart, clad in tattered wealth and wrapped in bloodsoaked power, devilish beast indeed. But all the same, the Predator had to be approached, as he did indeed hold the power to make Hatter's plans all the easier, and after all, it was not nothing that he could offer in return.
And so, approach he did, smiling to the Penguin as he took of his hat, bowing politely as one would before the sort of royalty Cobblepot believed himself to be, and he, in some regards, were, if nothing else by the might of his goons and guns. "Penguin! So very kind of you to agree to this meeting of ours! We have much to discuss, as fortune and wealth may very well be in both our futures!" He exclaimed as he put the hat back on his head, his smile broadening into a grin.
Oswald Cobblepot
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The Crypt, beneath the Iceberg lounge
Time of Day: 11:35 pm
Weather: Clear sky
Summary: The Mad Hatter has a grand vision, but for it to become reality he needs to strike an accord with the diabolical Penguin, gaining his cooperation and blessing to bring Hatter's plans to fruition within Penguin's territory.
The Crypt, an apt name for location of decay and depravity Hatter had stepped into. It was all, surreal, in the worst of ways, this shanty town, an island of concrete amidst a pool of sewage, the stench of fallow water mixing with the smoke and scents of narcotics and cigarettes, of cheap chemical fog and stale food, the lights a dizzying kaleidoscope of hues of green, purple and orange, sweaty bodies swaying and waving, drinking and drugging, using and abusing, dealing and dallying. And in the middle of it all, a plastic and foam spire in the jagged, fanglike shapes of some tundra mountain motif, towering above the masses with a throne mounted at it's peak, the rotund emperor of this dilapidated kingdom of decadence nestled atop.
And the music, oh heavens the music, if you could even call it that. Deafening, mind-numbingly delirious, stumbling, tumbling, wading and clawing, clutching and careening from wall to wall to ear to mind, as if with a form of it's own, a frothing and gnarled, salivating and crooked beast, snarling and howling, scraping and tearing down the listeners senses of normalcy and self. Yes, Raving indeed.
All the same, Hatter made his way towards the tower and it's king, for he was a man on a mission, and knew it would be better to meet the Penguin here, where there was no need for pretense, where Penguin could freely be the beast he was at heart, clad in tattered wealth and wrapped in bloodsoaked power, devilish beast indeed. But all the same, the Predator had to be approached, as he did indeed hold the power to make Hatter's plans all the easier, and after all, it was not nothing that he could offer in return.
And so, approach he did, smiling to the Penguin as he took of his hat, bowing politely as one would before the sort of royalty Cobblepot believed himself to be, and he, in some regards, were, if nothing else by the might of his goons and guns. "Penguin! So very kind of you to agree to this meeting of ours! We have much to discuss, as fortune and wealth may very well be in both our futures!" He exclaimed as he put the hat back on his head, his smile broadening into a grin.
Oswald Cobblepot
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