All in all you're just another brick in the wall [ Open ]

[goddamngrenades]

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!


[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

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[starvelingsoulless]

[Alexis is just staring, halfway because - even though they were snapping awake, because it's daytime and they sleep in the daytime, suddenly they're -- somewhere else. And the man who woke them has his arm in the wall, and he's screeching-]

Calm down. You're hurting my ears.

New arrival, mm? I haven't seen your sort of magic before. You -- you need help with that?

[Still wiping sleep out of their eye, of course, and their hair is tousled and loose, but: he woke them up, it's rude to not do something.]

[goddamngrenades]

[ That shuts him up for the moment. He's locked up, panting, and glaring at the wall that has his arm. If he pulls he'll probably dislocate something but he doesn't know how to MOVE and jesus christ what the hell. ]

Yes. Yes I need help. If you could get my arm out of the wall I will love you forever. Please get my arm out of this wall.

[starvelingsoulless]

I'll see what I can do.

[Alexis raises a hand, summoning water that dances around their fingers and spikes at the wall, needle-thin but sharp as a blade. (There's an actual blade hanging at Alexis' hip, but they don't seem particularly interested in using it.) Dots and dots, breaking the strongest points via little points. It leaves them a little panting, face sheened with sweat; not quite done.]

Love me forever? I'd rather you not.

[unriddling]

[Poor York probably would've preferred someone who was sane, or at least wasn't furious and visibly leaking something like oil from their mouth.]

What?

[Riddler flings himself out of reach with a snarl, immidiately circling back around to glare into York's visor. Jagged spokes of black jut out over his arms--instinctive, protective and easily offensive.]

[It takes approximately five seconds until he's shouting.] You--you--what did--how were you inside my hideout?

[goddamngrenades]

what the FUCK?

[ He looked infected by-

Something. Something the HUD had no data for and it's skittering and those look sharp and how the HELL IS HE HERE? ]

What the hell are you? what the hell is WRONG with you? How did I get here?

[unriddling]

[He isn't sure where they are, he doesn't care.]

Riddler. A whole laundry list of things. I asked FIRST!

[His palm slams against the wall a few feet in front of where York's stuck to punctuate, darkness rippling down his arm to settle somewhat on the flat surface instead. Riddler doesn't seem aware he's even moved.]

[jonesiseverywhere]

[OK, well, he'd had to swipe the potato masher from the kitchen to finish it, but he was almost done with the taser he was making for Greg. He'd buy another one once he felt un-sore enough to go back to the paper route.

Whatever, all he had to do was strip the wire enough to make a reliable contact with the metal and he could put the whole thing in the gardening glove he bought. Just a little more and-

And suddenly there was a strange scream-y guy right in the middle of the apartment.]

WOAH!

[He sheared the wire straight in half in surprise. That was going to be a tough fix, but for now he jumped out of his chair, rapidly looking for a weapon.]

Who the heck're you?!

[goddamngrenades]

[ Said screamy guy might be in familiar looking armor, though tan and white rather than grey and yellow. Go figure. ]

AAAAAAAAH- Agent York AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhh....haa. It. Stopped?

[ Okay. Okay. Keep calm. He can keep calm. ]

[jonesiseverywhere]

Uh...Yeah! Quit screamin', dude, you ruined my taser!

[Familiar looking armor isn't really the first thing you notice when a guy randomly appears in your apartment. It's the second.

And also York as in Agent York? As in New York?]

York, huh? You wouldn't know a guy named Washington, would 'ya?

[raisethemoon]

[Upon being grabbed at suddenly, Luna shrieks and flings her cup at the invader. And then they're both somewhere else, and that is York, and his arm is in a wall.]

TELEPORT AGAIN!

[goddamngrenades]

WHAT?!

[ It's a talking horse. A flying, talking horse.


His mind reiterates it's a FUCKING TALKING HORSE. What is his life? ]

[unrecovered]

[Wash would never admit that his first thought was, "Bones is going to kill me."]

[Bones had made it pretty damn clear that he was supposed to stay in his room for at least the next 24 hours, yet here he was, halfway to nowhere, having been yanked out of his room by a teleporting screaming-]

[York. York was here. Teleporting. And screaming. A lot.]

[Wash reaches forward and grabs York's shoulder, thumb pressed in the gaps between the armor.]

York. Listen to me.

[His voice is sharp, cutting across the screams, doing his best to reach his friend.]

Calm down.

[goddamngrenades]

[ Who he's got in his hands- hand. The other hand is in the wall. Hand. Singular. Is- ]

ROOKIE?!

[ That and the sharp jab of Wash's thumb in that joint- that's something Carolina would do to make him quit goofing off and it hurts as much now as it did then, shuts him up. Locks him up because Wash shouldn't BE here.

And he shouldn't have grey hair.

What the fuck. ]

...My arm is stuck in a wall. I think I've earned the right to yell. I have been blipping all over this city and I don't even know WHERE THAT IS and my arm is IN A WALL, Wash! It's IN a wall.

[defactodefector]

[Rose is treated to a slightly different experience. While on a walk about town, picking up some groceries for herself and Greg- mostly Greg, since she doesn't need to eat- she suddenly, for the briefest of moments, hears sudden, loud screaming behind her- and before she can turn around to check it out, it's gone, and there's nothing there.

10 seconds later, another scream, and again there's nothing there. It just keeps happening every few seconds, and she doesn't know why. She swears she even heard a cry for help amidst the screaming.]

WHAT IS GOING ON?

[Obviously, it's kind of freaking her out.]

[goddamngrenades]

[ The tall woman with pink hair seems like she'd be nice and helpful. if he could ever GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO ASK HER FOR HELP. After another round of yelling and blipping and yelling tag he manages to port himself close enough to swipe at her hair.

Miss.

And port off again with a yelp. ]

Sonovabi-

[diediediediediedie]

[Perhaps if Peridot extends her hand into the grate as she lays in the street she can better understand the shad-

...Perhaps if Peridot detaches her fingers she can strangle the man who is now standing on her arm out of nowhere.]

Get. Off.

[goddamngrenades]

[ Okay. Free and clear. He takes a step back and-

ends up off the arm, sure, but on the green person's back. They're pretty Solid for an AI. Weird. ]

The hell are you?

[panspermia]

[Greg stared at the dude in his apartment.

He stared at the space where the dude was not anymore.]

Oh. Uh.

[That happened.

.................He continues tuning his guitar]

[goddamngrenades]

[ How about a replay, with frantic flailing while covered with wires? Yeah, that's gonna happen next.

For three seconds.

Then he's gone. So are the wires. ]

[batdweeb]

[Despite it being well into the day, Bruce was, alas, asleep on his couch when York appears in his apartment.]

[Fortunately Bruce is a light sleeper, and he jolts awake with a gasp the moment York grabs onto him and starts yelling. Less fortunately, he's still too bewildered to answer anything and his first instinct is to snatch up a throw pillow so he can smack York with it.]

[But even in the unlikely event that would have done anything, there isn't enough time before he finds himself in the middle of an alleyway with York panicking over his arm. The frantic tone finally penetrates Bruce's awareness, and he drops the throw pillow in order to make a placating gesture...]

Hey- hey, it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay, just, try to stay still for a moment.

[...Although Bruce does make sure to step back so he isn't within punching range.]

[goddamngrenades]

The hell is going on the hell are you the hell are we and- GOD. DAMN. IT. [ The last three words punctuated by frantic, futile jerks away from the wall that get him NOWHERE. ] Can you get me out? I need to get out. I can't stay pinned down I'm gonna get shot and die and I do not NEED that to happen today!

[ No matter what he does. And he STILL can't port away. But he can breathe. And sag into the wall, thumping his helmet against it. Jesus. Christ. Why is this his life. What is going on. WHY HIM? ]

[mechanacet]

[It's kinda early morning for Daniel, and he's slowly limping around the observatory he's made into his home, holding a mug of coffee as he checks the program' he had running overnight when a figure in tan armour unlike anything he's ever seen appears. With his arm through the wall.

He looks at his mug with a dubious expression, before realising that he made the coffee himself and he couldn't have drugged it without his knowledge. Then the fact that the man inside the armour is screaming in panic reaches Daniel's sleep fogged brain and he decides to finally speak.] Hey! Either calm down or shut up so I can think! I've got some power tools somewhere, so I should be able to get you out. Now hold still. [Daniel heads over to a large table covered in a fairly large number of tools of all shapes and sizes, and begins to rummage amongst them.

As for why Daniel's not panicking or flailing around or making demands to know what's going on? He's literally just woken up and honestly? He's dealt with weirder problems.

[goddamngrenades]

[ He'll get the hang of this EVENTUALLY but until then it is really annoying to think he's got it down, walk a few steps, get startled and pop somewhere else. It really is. At least he's been able to start to put together a map of the city in his HUD so getting unlost should be easier but this? This is new.

If the way York shuts up and sags against the side of the wall is anything to go by? He's sick and tired of new. ]

Thisisbullshit! The arm WHY is it always the arm?

[barb_notbabs]

WOAH! [Barbara jumps straight backward, landing on her bed. She drops down into a combat pose, and almost looses her balance as the bed shifts.]

Who are you?

[goddamngrenades]

I am getting REAL TIRED of this oh my god.

[ At least he's not stuck in the wall-

Wait.

Wait, no, there's an odd pressure around one foot and he peers down to see his left sunk into the ground to the ankle. ]

You've got to be kidding me.