2, Video

[darwinatrix]

[The camera opens on one Olivier Armstrong, sitting crosslegged in a chair, one hand out of frame below her.]

It seems that some of the idiot man-children here have no idea how to behave appropriately towards a woman who so much as crosses their path. Let this be an example to the rest of you.

[She raises that hand, which is holding the necklace of a certain redheaded boy, yanking him up by his neck like a cat might pick up a kitten.

The boy's face is darkened and swollen with bruises and he has one hell of a black eye. There's also something on his forehead: "LECH" written across his face in black marker that some might recognize as the permanent ink used by the plastic surgeons at the recent swearing-in ceremony.]

Go on. Tell the world the lesson you've learned.

[He coughs up a little bit when he's picked up, grumbling when he's forced to look into the camera, all beat up like this.]

I... I learned you ain't supposed to compliment women like that. And to treat 'em with respect... and not as someone to get with...

[He reaches up to rub his necklace.]

Can ya let go? Yer chokin' me!

If that's what you want. [She doesn't just 'let go,' per se. Oh sure, she releases her grip on his necklace, but only after she's bodily thrown him back to the ground.]

And if I catch you doing it again, to anyone, public shaming like this will be the least of your concerns.

That's all.

[The feed cuts.]

002: text

[doneproperly]

[Mandrake hates typing. He's still not good at it. But he's discovered it's a better medium for keeping emotions out of his replies than video or voice. So, text it is.]

I've been having a discussion with a friend of mine here about the variety of different places that we all come from, and how some seem much more different than others.

With that in mind, I find myself curious enough to ask:

What is your home world like? Using this one as the basis of comparison.

Feel free to answer with as little or as much detail as you would like. You can also answer anonymously if you wish.

003 || Video

[celestialpervert]

[Hello Heropa, look who it is, your favorite smarmy celestial being. He's sitting on the roof of some building or another, the sky blue behind him and a bottle of some fancy looking champagne by his hip. He lifts the glass in toast before speaking.]

So in as many days we've had some rather colourful threats from folks. One promising to do "our" work for us. [He rolls his eyes, because wow, really?]

And another promising to come back and give the town some refreshing blend of trouble and mayhem... [He shakes his head and empties his rather full glass in one go.]

My question is what's the point? Really. I can understand persons wanting to do good because it's the right thing or it gives them a warm cuddly feeling or out of some sense of duty. And I can understand wanting to rebel or bend the rules or go out and indulge.

But the whole "I'm a villain, come fight me." attitude... [He fixes the camera with a curious expression, equal parts intense and intrigued.]

Why? What's the point? What drives you? Any of you? Good bad or whatever. Why? Why play the hero of the villain?

[And like that his expression shifts back to something more amused.]
As always, I'm open for discussion. Just wait till I get a little more drunk if you're gonna talk morality.

[The screen goes black. Over to you Heropa.]

video;

[dissemble]

[There have been a few heavy network posts lately, it seems like. Some Big Bads showing their faces (or not) and making dire threats about things that were previously lacking in dire threats and so on. It might make a guy feel a little left out, and want to join in on the fun. Perhaps that's inspired Lucifer to share the gray walls of his cell with the world again.

There's no sign of his watchful guard, Bill, for anyone paying attention.]

They tell me if I comply with their rehabilitation program, they open the doors and let me out for good behavior.

Not even my Father gave me that option.

[Is he considering playing ball? Is he amused at the idea of rehabilitation? His expression makes it hard to tell. ImPorts associated with the justice system will be aware that Lucifer is presenting this in an extremely simple manner, whether he was actually offered this deal or not.]

And that's the question, isn't it. What would you do to unlock the doors of your cage?

[Finally there's a sign of emotion, his lips twitch into something that could be a smile. The gates are barred, the locks are strong, and there is no real way home- without someone else's say-so.]