pspsps thereâs nothing on it rn but Iâve moved Jervis over to @hypnocis :]
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pspsps thereâs nothing on it rn but Iâve moved Jervis over to @hypnocis :]

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old-sun-godâ:
The older man give the younger the stink eye. âThis isnât what I normally get out of it,â he moves to the couch to sit down. He takes another deep breath to help clear his lungs, âand I getâŚbored.â He hated to admit it, but a part of him still enjoys the business. He likes to say heâs retired, but in actuality heâs more selective of jobs he takes and how many he takes. Only ones that really interest him now.Â
âCanât spend the rest of my days in my workshop, would bore myself to death no matter how much I enjoy it.â Heâs quiet for a moment and rubs his face, âI really need to find something else.âÂ
âNo shit.â Jai mutters, leaning against the wall. Heâs watching him more carefully then his posture relays. Gotta make sure the old man doesnât kneel over on his watch (Aidens most likely hardier then he is, but let him have his protective moment)
âYâcould always move back to the city, never a dull moment there. Last I heard, the Joker was puttinâ smiles on the fish.â He shrugs, the ghost of a laugh in his exhale. âSomething about copyright.â
zsqszâ:
    A slight shake of his head in response to the manâs apology, but he pauses as Jervis trails off. There a sadness in the other heâs never noticed before. One hidden behind ribbons, ruffles, and rhymes. But deep down, Jervis was just as broken as every other Gothamite. Whether its the city itself is poisonous, or merely a location to which venomous spirits are drawn, they were all sick.     And Victor? He was sicker than most. This he knew from a young age. And yet, for some reason, he canât help but worry about this stranger. âMuch..?â Victor asks softly.
âMuch.â He nods, the word is more grounded then the last, an echo of Victor rather then a mere link in a chain of repetition. The Hatterâs eyes rise to meet his, connecting in commonality with something that is, by necessity, often written over in his Wonderland. âMy thoughts are often... editorialized, cut down for size. Why leave the pain behind?â He laughs, softly, self deprecatingly, and waves his hands in graceful, explanatory arcs. âI donât believe I quite remember the making of the marks. It didnât happen at tea-time, and itâs always time for tea.â
Heâs treading close to lucidity, now, and thatâs something he does his very best to avoid at all costs. But Jervis lingers in the moment, without a single metaphor left to express himself, and takes note of Victorâs tone. It strikes him unusual, has he ever heard it before? He is, among other things (a booker, a baker...) a collector of oddity, and this, he decides, is an oddity heâd rather like to hear again.
Jervis takes his top hat from his head and spins it once between his hands, deftly slipping the lollipop from the band with a bit of subtle slight of hand. The hat returns to his head, the sweet, once again offered with a familiar flourish and a smile that seeks to be contagious, in its nervous way.
@valespokenâ // here
There really was no place like home. Nightvale was fine, his work there necessary, but he had to say he was glad to be back in good old Desert Bluffs! At least here people knew how to decorate, and he didnât have to work with that old outdated, dry recording equipment. And to return with such a success to report, and the towns Voice in tow, well, he was practically giddy with delight (several levels above the usual levels of delight recommended for work)
While it hadnât been his decision to sedate Cecil, he had to admit, it had made things much easier, and besides, the radio host could be a bit of a mood-killer at times~
Still, some part of him sympathized, even as it tried to push away the thought of how similar Cecil now seemed to himself, back when Stex shifted from minor worry to looming threat, when it bulldozed his own resistance and... and made him so much happier. Right. Yes. Remember, compassion has no place in a corporate workplace, and neither does anything that could, possibly, be interpreted as a twinge of guilt! He had a job to do! Itâs only fitting for one radio professional to look after another, and he knew from experience that those drugs were rather strong!
Kevin greeted Cecil with his usual beaming smile, shaking a spare bit of gore free from his hair (he simply had to freshen his studio up a bit, and, well, you could understand him going just a bit overboard, he had been homesick!)
âCecil, youâre awake! How wonderful. No, no, they just sent me in to check on you, make sure you were doing well~Â The sedation can make you quite woozy, so be careful!â
He moved closer, bloody footprints marking his path. âWell, we couldnât just leave you in Nightvale, could we? Not after that whole, unfortunate business, no! So, naturally we brought you back here! To the Desert Bluffs recording studio! Isnât it nice?â A sweeping gesture presents the whole eye-searingly yellow room for Cecilâs approval. âIt seems like they just freshened up the paint, too!â
feargodâ:
    âGet off,â Hissed Scarecrow as the other invaded his space, jerking his shoulder free from the Hatterâs grip.     âHeâs not dead.â Snappish reply was quick to follow, as he observed the collapsed body from a safe distance. The Bat was as good of an actor as any of the foolish celebrities on television; having fallen victim to a number of his tricks in the past, the reaper would not find it surprising if the shadowed figure disappeared within the blink of an eye ( or was upon the duo with handcuffs ).     âEither way, we canât afford to stay here. Come on, Tetch.â
âCan a man of nightmares not perchance to dream...?â he huffed, mood drawn down somewhat by the Scarecrowâs reaction. A glance back at the prone body. âOrdinarily Iâd abhor an attempt to life the veil, but I do think we would be amiss not to dispell the darkness in which the jabborwock sits...â
He fishes a teacup from the inside of his hat and throws it at the bat, watching for a flinch. âThe darkness that has taken him will not move him from within, shall we make a final sin, and remove his second skin?â A look to Jonathan for approval, stepping towards the Batman with some tentativeness.

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Do you think Kevin and Carlos ever explored eachothers b-
I have kevin brainrot this fine evening he really is one of the characters of all time
what's wrong with chasing people with a knife a little bit now and then? i'm not going to kill them or anything i'm just goofing around. why do you all hate fun :/
valespokenâ:
âNo thank you.â Cecilâs voice was laced with disgust. He suppressed the urge to lean away from the other radio host, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. But for all his effort, he couldnât help but shudder involuntarily at the sight of his gaping smile. âYou may have fallen for their vile tricks, but I wonât be making the same mistake.âÂ
He pushed away from the counter, coffee abandoned. He made a mental reminder not to make the stupid mistake of getting caught in the break room alone with his double again. There was still some time before he was required back in the booth, and there was no escape, lest he wanted to leave the station or beg Station Management for refuge. He tortured his bottom lip with his teeth, feeling his tattoos crawl lines of disquietude across his skin.
âTell Lauren and Daniel not to come barging in again, would you?â Their intrusions werenât so much appreciated as they were detested. He balled his fists, clenching his fingers. Lauren could play at being a Voice as much as she wanted, whether they liked it or not, Strex still needed him.Â
âAnd Iâll say what I like. Cooperating with your authoritarian corporation is the last thing on my mind.â
Kevin snagged the coffee from where it was left and took a sip, having already drained his own, and always grateful for an extra jolt of caffeine. Strexâs hours were long and late, and they only became more so as you advanced up itâs ranks. Exhausted employees were compliant employees, after all, and with enough stimulants, they would complete just as much work. They made sure of that much.
âWell, thatâs not a very friendly attitude to have towards the members of your Strexcorp Family.â His laughter is more of a reflex then an expression of mirth, like punctuation to the sentence. âAnd Daniel should be happy to respect your wishes, as long as they donât go against his programing or an order from Strex, Lauren, or me! Iâll see what I can do about Lauren, but donât you be telling her about that. It can be our secret!â He winked theatrically and took another sip of coffee.
âThereâs nothing wrong with authority or corporations, Cecil, donât be such a downer! Youâre just having a difficult adjustment.â
@jinmeiboâ : â iâve got no self control , itâs the root of my evil . â from zaz
The lack of levity in Victorâs voice catches his attention, large brown eyes signalling concern as Jervis looks up from the card heâd been attempting a quick repair on, the sparks he had been creating dying like embers as his attention is re-directed.
âAh, sheâs a jabberwok of a thing, as cruel as a mother and a sharp-scorned lover. ...Although I must say evil seems a touch harsh? Youâre a bit more patchworked, perhaps, but who is without a seam in their soul...â He pushes his work to the side, titling his head slightly. âWould you care for tea?â Heavy conversations never sat right with him without a cup of it.

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@who-is-muses : "What's your alibi?" (from March Harriet, to Mad Hatter)
A good deal deaths the Hatter left in his wake were, at least arguably, bloodless ones. An overloaded card could short out the brain, a man could be dragged under hypnosis too deep to come out, and he did have that nasty little habit of abandoning his toys... Immobile without orders, they often perished of hunger or thirst before the police could hunt them down. Still, for all his primness, he wasn't afraid of a spot of blood. It was all part of the show, after all. a spotlight, swelling music, a spray of blood corn syrup, and the curtain drops for intermission. Nothing he hasn't done before, of course...
But he can't shake the smell of iron, and wonderland has gone a flat as set dressing in the face of the gore it juxtaposes itself against. It has lead him back to his March Hare for aid, blood-stained and shivering without chill, his ax discarded, his eyes glassy with self-delusion. He offers a weak smile, a chuckle.
"Well, my dear, I was rather hoping that was what you could provide"
WELCOME TO DESERT BLUFFS MOTHERFUCKERS! HEREâS YOUR STREX COMPLIMENTARY TRAUMA!
@valespokenâ :Â "I don't give up that easy."
âYou shouldnât be afraid to! Strex-regulated amounts of personal and extensional despair can be necessary during these stressful times of change.â Kevin said, his voice imbued with plastic warmth. âReally, Iâm not sure what youâre so upset about! You still have your job, after all, and isnât that whatâs most important?â
He leans forward onto his cane in an effort to create an conspiratorial, friendly air. Itâs lessened, perhaps, by the intensity of his gaze, and the unsettling nature of his widening smile. âStress or not, itâs best to watch your words! Strexcorpâs reeducation courses are...â Something in his expression tightens, as does his grip on his cane, blanching his knuckles slightly âWell, theyâre very effective! Iâm sure theyâd teach you all about having a more productive, forward thinking mindset.â
đŤđŹđ¨đťđŻ đśđ đ¨đľ đśđˇđťđ°đ´đ°đşđť .   (  lyric starters originating from the works of grandson .  mature & dark themes are present ,  tread with caution .  )Â
â tell me what youâre trying to hide .  â â look me in my eyes ,  tell me everythingâs not fine .  â â iâve got a secret i need you to keep .  â â beg me for mercy .  â â iâm not so brave ,  & iâm not so smart .  â â iâm doing you a favor .  â â i did a lot wrong that i canât make right .  â â i canât cope .  â â thereâs no difference between you & i .  â â thereâs no way of stopping this .  â â is there anybody out there thatâs paying attention ?  â â i try to do my part .  â â how did we get here ?  â â one day i know iâll regret it .  â â iâm in love with the pain .  â â idle hands are the devilâs best friend .  â â wonât you help me ,  please ?  â â we might not make it  âtil the morning .  â â iâm a sick joke .  â â weâre stronger when weâre together .  â â itâs the same shit ,  just a different year .  â â iâm terrified none of it matters at all .  â â iâve gotta get out of here as quick as i can .  â â thereâs a knock at your front door .  â â beg me for mercy .  â â do exactly what youâre told .  â â donât listen to them ,  youâre not free .  â â thereâs nobody that can stop me .  â â iâve got one life so iâm gonna live it .  â â i donât want to move on .  â â where the fuck do we go now ?  â â my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan .  â â iâm done playing games .  â â nobody make a sound .  â â the higher the crime ,  the harder the fall .  â â everybody told me ever since i was young ,  i should bite my tongue .  â â i donât know where iâm gonna go .  â â i will not apologize .  â â i think itâs time for a change .  â â get down on the ground .  â â sometimes the bad guy wins .  â â this is my one shot at redemption .  â â iâm looking up at rock bottom .  â â i donât want to get left behind .  â â is this what you wanted ?  â â i wish iâd read the signs better ,  âcause the writing was on the wall .  â â iâm just trying to get used to these changes .  â â i thought i had the upper hand .  â â one day youâll understand why i pushed you away as i ran .  â â whatâs your alibi ?  â â iâve gotta get out of this town somehow .  â â the badâs been slowly getting worse .  â â whatâs your life worth ?  â â iâm still trying to find my identity .  â â somebody call the doctor !  â â that which you fear is that which you become .  â â does any of this pain have meaning ?  â â i was in over my head .  â â should we just say  âto hell with it allâ ?  â â iâm gonna get away with it .  â â you think that you can stop me ?  â â this isnât gonna be some little fix .  â â iâm sick of being an optimist .  â â donât resist the temptation .  â â we can all be saved .  â â i want to feel something .  â â iâm feeling all this pressure ,  itâs a weight on my shoulders .  â â iâm looking for the proof that iâm alive .  â â all i ever wanted was a little piece & quiet .  â â i am the thing you created .  â â iâve tried getting better ,  did all of the twelve steps .  â â if you love me ,  let me go .  â â you deserve all youâve got coming .  â â i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab .  â â iâve got no hope ,  not a sliver .  â â sometimes the good things donât last .  â â iâll do anything for you ,  just tell me what you need .  â â the goodbye is the hardest part .  â â i never thought itâd come to this .  â â everything will be okay .  â â iâve done bad things to good people .  â â iâve got no self control ,  itâs the root of my evil .  â â if i were you ,  i wouldnât love me neither .  â â i keep on looking at the world like iâm an optimist .  â â we canât go back .  â â have you ever thought that you donât know it all ?  â â i wish you wouldâve called .  â â save me from myself .  â â nobody really cared ,  so it never really mattered .  â â whatâs the point in fighting for a happy ever after ?  â â iâd rather drop dead .  â â donât give up that easy .  â â i canât keep my shit together .  â â life is a bitch ,  she doesnât fight fair .  â â i want to live for something .  â â i want to die for something .  â â this wonât last forever .  nothing ever lasts forever .  â â i think i need some guidance .  â â you donât have to hurt anymore .  â
zsqszâ:
His remark was one out of concern, and not meant to maim. Though, his tone was so rarely woven with sincerity, he doesnât completely blame the other from pulling away. Victorâs lips part to offer an apology, yet no sound spills from them. Instead, the air is quiet and thick. âThe Hatter is ⌠an architect? A conductor? A magician?â He finally offers in response.
âA booker, a baker, an candlestick maker?â He allows a small smile. âA jack of many hats, is he, one who wears many trades.â He fiddles with his sleeve for a moment before speaking again, an attempt to be more plain then he had in past. â...youâll forgive a poor hatter for his vanities? There is much that he....â A quiet chuckle, tinged with something melancholy. âThere is much. Much, much, much...â

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vrbctimâ:
â Track her down ey? â They tap their chin in thought, really pondering if they were up for a little game of cat and mouse. Oh, who were they kidding, of course theyâre gonna help out Nikola! They grin, nodding, â course i will! Sounds like a grand olâ time âÂ
âWonderful!â Nikola pats their head twice, without gentleness, and twists, segment by segment, to turn her back on them. âYouâre a darling~ Try not to waste time, we are on a schedule!!â
@vrbctimâ
Some Kevin hcs :
- He has chronic pain from what Strex did to him, and usually walks with a cane, which heâs decorated with stickers and some teeth charms that hang off the handle. It has extra grip on the tip so it doesnât slip on blood or viscera thatâs so often on the floor.
- His eyes were solid black under strex and still are when he records, but when theyâre not, his pupils are rectangular, like a goats
- He wears gold beads in his dreadlocks and usually keeps his hair tied back. The tips defy gravity slightly and sort of float around, but its nowhere near to the degree that they used to.
- Very good at cards, but doesnât play much.
- Paints his nails black or blood red