capeandcowl Threads

[latexspectre]

August

comm: This is some kind of joke, isn't it?

September

log:  I was told they knew my mother.
comm: It's really you. God, this is so insane.
log: Mom? Mama?!
comm: It's been a day. Not much else I can say about it.
comm: I don't know a damn thing about the porter or that Batman guy.
log: I was watching this show called Maury. Weirdest shit.
comm: Rorschach? Jesus Christ, is that you?!
comm: Oh, you've got to be shitting me.
log: Well, someone had to bring you a mahzor, didn't they.
comm: How many times do I have to tell you this isn't Jon's fault?
comm: You're not bleeding to death, are you?
comm: Oh honestly Where are you? I'm calling you a cab.
comm: That's one bright spot amongst all this bullshit.

October

comm: It's good to see you out and about again.
log: I accepted this because it's the only explanation that makes any goddamn sense.
comm: If anyone sees that bastard Rorschach, call the cops immediately.
comm: Just stay calm, honey. I'll call for an ambulance.
log: We're still on for coffee, right?
comm: Aw shit. You too, huh?
comm: Now all I need is a party to crash.
log: I could use a drink.
log: Scotch on the rocks, please.  And make it a double.

November

comm:  You mean all those weirdos pretending to be vampires?
log: Aaron's birthday party.
comm: How was your trip?
comm: Somehow I cause people to relive their own memories. I get pulled into too.
log: Laurie is murdered by the Joker.

December

comm: No. Nonononononono. No. Not this place. Not again. No. I can't do this. I can't take this.
comm: I'd prefer if everyone stopped being remorseful and started trying to catch that mother fucker.
log: You got any chocolate around this place? Or ice cream?
comm: This is clearly your pet project. I don't want to rain on your parade.
comm: I was a costumed fighter back in my world, trained in various martial arts.
log: Sally's holiday party.
comm: Why don't you take the damn thing off?