The Calendar King #2
====Gotham City- The Big Day====
For the past eight days, Gotham has been at the mercy of an unseen killer. Day after day the death toll has risen. Only some of us know who's the perpetrator- Julian Day. The Calendar Man. In spite of this, life continued as always. People got up, got dressed, and went to work. But something was off. All around the city we felt one thing- Dread. Everyone knew it was coming. That the same pyschopath terrorising the city for the past eight days would strike again. But nothing happened. No bald eagles or mastiffs. No acid baths or deafening noises. People started to relax. Maybe he, whoever he was, gave up? Maybe he was dead. Nothing. And then everything.
It started two hours ago. At exactly 18:00, rush hour, gas canisters placed all across Gotham erupted, releasing fear gas everywhere. Victims of the City of Fear broke down immediately. There were riots, trampling as people ran to cover. It may be Make Your Dream Come True Day, but in actuality it's more of a nightmare. Creatures, nightmarish, monsters crawled out of the sewers to attack. My first thought was that they were more hallucinations, but they felt so much more real. When they attacked, buildings fell. When they roared, the ground shook. Gotham has often been called Hell on Earth, but tonight it feels like it. Tonight, we're alone.
- Commissioner James Gordon
==Butchinsky's, three hours prior==
Faraday- Stay here, I might need back-up
*They call this place Butchinsky's, a bar for the low level crooks here to gather. Our last appointment of the night. If anyone knows something about Day, it'll be Fiasko- everyone we've talked to this afternoon mentioned this watering-hole, as though it's the heart of their little community. We knock on the door and enter. Mopping the countertop is the bartender, Fiasko himself- dressed like a deranged pencil with an oversized bow-tie wrapped around his neck*
Faraday- Leonard Fiasko?
*The Eraser nods*
Len- Len.
Faraday- Agent King Faraday, I'd like to talk about one of your customers
Len- Which one? Believe me, I've got quite the list. To start, Artie is a cheapskate who won't pay his tab, Blake is a money maker, if only for all the drinks he buys his dates, Chuck is a good enough guy but he won't touch the strong stuff, Walker is a lightweight, wine for his missus... and Gar's surprisingly pretentious. Fireball. The heck even is that?
Faraday- I was actually talking about Julian Day.
Len- Oh. Well he likes cocktails-
Faraday- No, that's not... How would you describe mr Day?
*Eraser continues mopping the counter, talking as he does so*
Len- Pays his tab, what else can you ask for
====Brown Cottage====
*Charles Brown, Kite-Man answers almost immediately, watering his potted plant and sipping his herbal tea*
Chuck- Well that's easy, quiet. Keeps to himself mostly
====Clayton's Steakhouse====
*The country music behind us blares. Sharp leans in close, barbecue sauce smeared on his face, still chewing on his ribs*
Chancer- Wuwian Way? *swallows* He's a bumbling loser. He's a joiner, not a leader
====Gotham Circus====
*Blake signs a few autographs, then strokes his panther, Sasha he calls it, affectionately, laughing heartily*
Blake- Jules? A barrel of laughs. Though they're usually at his expense.
====Crazy Quilt's====
*Paul Dekker grabs us a drink. I know his reputation, so I politely decline*
Dekker- Julian, let me tell you about Julian! Simply marvelous my dear. Marvelous. Like your friend, Miss-?
====Butchinsky's====
Faraday- Has he ever displayed any violent tendencies?
Len- Nah, no. Sure, there's been plenty of bar fights, but never Julian
Chuck- No. Never. Has something happened?
Chancer- Heh. Guy wouldn't hurt a fly.
Blake- Violent? He's a dainty flower!
Dekker- Nope. Very delicate.
====Butchinsky's====
Faraday- That will be all Mr Fiasko.
*Eraser ignores me as I leave, still stacking shelves as the door closes*
Armstrong- Well did you get anything?
Faraday- Not a thing. That's our sixth visit, and not one of them has had a clue about Day.
Armstrong- They're covering for him.
Faraday- It's a possibility, yes, but I'm not so sure. Listen, It's nearly rush hour, I better get back to the office. Need a lift?
====Inside====
*I hear the pigs leave, and immediately I jump under the table, muttering "shit!" as I look for the shotgun. Jules you fucking idiot. I grab the bullets, then run out the backdoor*
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For Drury's talk with the Feds, refresh your memory with "A Mothpoint Interlude- One Year On"
www.flickr.com/photos/144751365@N08/40214877123/in/album-...
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The Calendar King #2
====Gotham City- The Big Day====
For the past eight days, Gotham has been at the mercy of an unseen killer. Day after day the death toll has risen. Only some of us know who's the perpetrator- Julian Day. The Calendar Man. In spite of this, life continued as always. People got up, got dressed, and went to work. But something was off. All around the city we felt one thing- Dread. Everyone knew it was coming. That the same pyschopath terrorising the city for the past eight days would strike again. But nothing happened. No bald eagles or mastiffs. No acid baths or deafening noises. People started to relax. Maybe he, whoever he was, gave up? Maybe he was dead. Nothing. And then everything.
It started two hours ago. At exactly 18:00, rush hour, gas canisters placed all across Gotham erupted, releasing fear gas everywhere. Victims of the City of Fear broke down immediately. There were riots, trampling as people ran to cover. It may be Make Your Dream Come True Day, but in actuality it's more of a nightmare. Creatures, nightmarish, monsters crawled out of the sewers to attack. My first thought was that they were more hallucinations, but they felt so much more real. When they attacked, buildings fell. When they roared, the ground shook. Gotham has often been called Hell on Earth, but tonight it feels like it. Tonight, we're alone.
- Commissioner James Gordon
==Butchinsky's, three hours prior==
Faraday- Stay here, I might need back-up
*They call this place Butchinsky's, a bar for the low level crooks here to gather. Our last appointment of the night. If anyone knows something about Day, it'll be Fiasko- everyone we've talked to this afternoon mentioned this watering-hole, as though it's the heart of their little community. We knock on the door and enter. Mopping the countertop is the bartender, Fiasko himself- dressed like a deranged pencil with an oversized bow-tie wrapped around his neck*
Faraday- Leonard Fiasko?
*The Eraser nods*
Len- Len.
Faraday- Agent King Faraday, I'd like to talk about one of your customers
Len- Which one? Believe me, I've got quite the list. To start, Artie is a cheapskate who won't pay his tab, Blake is a money maker, if only for all the drinks he buys his dates, Chuck is a good enough guy but he won't touch the strong stuff, Walker is a lightweight, wine for his missus... and Gar's surprisingly pretentious. Fireball. The heck even is that?
Faraday- I was actually talking about Julian Day.
Len- Oh. Well he likes cocktails-
Faraday- No, that's not... How would you describe mr Day?
*Eraser continues mopping the counter, talking as he does so*
Len- Pays his tab, what else can you ask for
====Brown Cottage====
*Charles Brown, Kite-Man answers almost immediately, watering his potted plant and sipping his herbal tea*
Chuck- Well that's easy, quiet. Keeps to himself mostly
====Clayton's Steakhouse====
*The country music behind us blares. Sharp leans in close, barbecue sauce smeared on his face, still chewing on his ribs*
Chancer- Wuwian Way? *swallows* He's a bumbling loser. He's a joiner, not a leader
====Gotham Circus====
*Blake signs a few autographs, then strokes his panther, Sasha he calls it, affectionately, laughing heartily*
Blake- Jules? A barrel of laughs. Though they're usually at his expense.
====Crazy Quilt's====
*Paul Dekker grabs us a drink. I know his reputation, so I politely decline*
Dekker- Julian, let me tell you about Julian! Simply marvelous my dear. Marvelous. Like your friend, Miss-?
====Butchinsky's====
Faraday- Has he ever displayed any violent tendencies?
Len- Nah, no. Sure, there's been plenty of bar fights, but never Julian
Chuck- No. Never. Has something happened?
Chancer- Heh. Guy wouldn't hurt a fly.
Blake- Violent? He's a dainty flower!
Dekker- Nope. Very delicate.
====Butchinsky's====
Faraday- That will be all Mr Fiasko.
*Eraser ignores me as I leave, still stacking shelves as the door closes*
Armstrong- Well did you get anything?
Faraday- Not a thing. That's our sixth visit, and not one of them has had a clue about Day.
Armstrong- They're covering for him.
Faraday- It's a possibility, yes, but I'm not so sure. Listen, It's nearly rush hour, I better get back to the office. Need a lift?
====Inside====
*I hear the pigs leave, and immediately I jump under the table, muttering "shit!" as I look for the shotgun. Jules you fucking idiot. I grab the bullets, then run out the backdoor*
----------------------
For Drury's talk with the Feds, refresh your memory with "A Mothpoint Interlude- One Year On"
www.flickr.com/photos/144751365@N08/40214877123/in/album-...
Thank