+ Somewhere a Grandiose Carnival Was Going on in the Sky +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The grounds of the Mansion
When: March 9-16
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary: The Red Queen has thrown a carnival for everyone!
The Story:


From Friday, March 9, through Friday, March 16, the gardens and grounds of the Mansion will be a sprawling a carnival. The masked, unspeaking vendors will be selling trinkets and running free game booths. Carnival rides, exhibits, and foods represent all of the various cultures of those currently residing in the Mansion.


Of particular note, and perhaps incongruously, everything is decorated with red hearts.

Use this log for any and all of your carnival needs!

Comments

a.

[scathefires]

[Hey, you know who's also pretty good at lurking in shadowy corners and looking for others doing the same? This asshole - but hey, no real surprise there, given their similar training.

This Jason isn't wearing Red Hood gear, just street clothes designed to mostly blend in - jeans, boots, a black leather jacket, a red hoodie underneath the only brightness among the dark. His hood isn't up - he doesn't need his field of vision obscured right now, thank you hyper-vigilance. It's not hard to notice the flickering light, dim though it is, when his path crosses Jason's.]

Dude, I gotta say, you look suspicious as hell in that.

[expunge]

I don't do civvies. ( not often, not more than he has to, and definitely not in the middle of a fucking carnival. look, he's got kevlar below armor and is fairly decently armed; two guns, knives, various other nonsense shoved into hidden pockets in armor.

of course he looks suspicious. eyes lock onto jason under the hood, give him a once-over looking for any obvious weapons on his person. his own, two modified handguns, rest against each hip comfortably. even when he does try to tone it down, it's a hoodie over armor, layers carefully added to try and hide his face. unlike some asshole, he's got shit to hide. )

Which's good, considering how obvious you are.

[scathefires]

I'm obvious? [He laughs quietly.] OK, sure, if you say so. I'd think civvies are a little better at blending in than that - [he points to his own face, drawing an invisible circle around it, indicating the helmet his double is wearing] - but maybe they do things differently in your neck of Gotham.

[He shrugs lightly, folds his arms over his chest. He has weapons hidden on him, of course - half a dozen knives, all tucked away inconspicuously but easily reached if needed. Jason looks out at the nearby crowd, scanning for anything out of place.]

What do you make of all this?

[expunge]

You've been outed, publicly. I don't need anyone seeing my face and connecting the dots. ( that he's a slightly different version of the jason todd whose history was put up, displayed in public. given over to everyone who feels like spending two seconds searching through the network.

a quick glance over to the rest of the area, and jason clicks his tongue, moves to rest a hand against a hip. ) I don't trust the Red Queen. Or this. It's suspicious as hell.

[scathefires]

And here I thought I was paranoid.

[Jason rolls his eyes. Doesn't comment on the other Jason's assessment of the carnival, because they're in agreement on that front, and returning to that first part seems a little more pressing at the moment. He shifts his weight, turns toward his double, pins a steady stare on him, helmet and all.]

So I've been outed. So what. I can count on one hand the number of people here who are from Gotham, or know where it is, and maybe only half of 'em ever heard of Jason Todd before, or the Red Hood. [Damian for sure, and he's gone now. Cissie and Tim, and neither of them seemed to hold who he is against Jason. He shakes his head.] There aren't any dots to connect here. No one cares. You kinda look like me, but not exactly. You're not the Red Hood. This place is full of weird shit, and there's no reason for anyone to think we're in any way related, but you acting shady like this is sure as hell drawing attention to the fact that you don't want to be seen. And if there's one thing I did manage to pick up on my first day here, it's that the more you try to hide something, the harder some people are gonna work to find out what that something is.

[People like Georgia Mason. Jason's definitely learned his lesson, where she's concerned.]

[expunge]

Nah. See, you did that shit to yourself. You acted like a snarky asshole, and some chick came after you. There's no one to blame for her calling you out in public other than yourself. Do you see me going around issuing fucking challenges to every person who comes at me?

( raising that hand on his hip, he presses it against jason's shoulder, presses down firmly enough. looks him straight in the eye, not that his own eyes are evident from under the visor. )

I'm not asking for shit like you did. I'm staying out of the way and not making an ass of myself in public. Not as big of one as you had, at least. ( that same hand slides down, moves to grab for the nearest knife jason's carrying on him. )

I've been keeping a low profile for years, I can do it a bit longer.