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"Mmhmm." The woman looked pleased with the answer. "You sound just like Bruce. You've clearly rehearsed your lines, but you still manage to speak with conviction." She adjusted a pair of glasses on her face and adjusted her blouse, betraying a nervousness she hasn't shown before stepping on the elevator."Of the many technological advancement and research projects currently under development at Wayne Enterprises, which are you most interested or excited about?"
I just needed somwhere to put this nonsense In working on:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1g...
Feeling a little lacking creatively and this is scratching an itch and getting the juices flowing as it were, despite being an obvious waste of time. I'm open to feedback, constructive criticism, and ideas.
Moments later, an elevator dinged and the doors slid open silently. A secretary stepped out and made her way to the center of the lobby. "Ms. Spellman? Mr. Wayne will see you now." She gestured for Eve to follow and then to hand over her resúme. "So Public Relations?" She asked before receiving the paper. The doors of the elevtor closed. She pressed the button for the top floor. "What can you tell me about Wayne Enterprises? Why did you decide to seek employment with us today?"
Aug 10, 2024
I've decided to drop the Choose Your Own Adventure aspect of this group as it will likely be too limiting. Roleplay will now be a lot more open.
Eve O. Spellman wrote: "The Batman (Reagan) wrote: "E-mpty Spaces Pink FloydViolet Rays- Smashing Pumpkins
Enjoy the Silence- Depeche Mode
Oh What a Nite -The Dells
Starship Velociraptor- Jonathan Young
Put a Little Love..."
You're welcome! I thought you might.
Cool. Added him to the Records Office. Hopefully this slightly new layout is more intuitive?Whatcha listening to?
Eve O. Spellman wrote: "Eve O Spellman"Empty Spaces - Pink Floyd
Violet Rays- Smashing Pumpkins
Enjoy the Silence- Depeche Mode
Oh What a Nite -The Dells
Starship Velociraptor- Jonathan Young
Put a Little Love in Your Heart- Jackie DeShannon
Eastbound Train- Dire Straits
Leave the Lights On- Ted Nugent
Logical Song, The- Supertramp
My City Was Gone- Pretenders
Amarillo by Morning- George Strait
Never Going Back Again- Fleetwood Mac
Catherine wrote: "(I like that name, Owl is a loaf of bread- it's very unique XD How'd you come up with it?)"Calling to You- Robert Plant
A-Punk- Vampire Weekend
Take Me To The Mardi Gras- Paul Simon
Happiness Runs- Donovan
Everything at Once- Lenka
Release Me (and Let Me Love Again)- Engelbert Humperdink
I Have a Dream- ABBA
Narnia- Steve Hackett
Explosions- Ellie Goulding
Owl is a loaf of bread semi-Hiatus until August wrote: "owl is a loaf of bread"Out of Touch- Daryl Hall and John Oates
Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham!
Lantern- Bird of Tokyo
Iris- Goo Goo Dolls
Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond
Atlantis- Donovan
Long Time- Boston
One Step Closer- Asia
Autumn '68- Pink Floyd
Fast Cars And Freedom- Rascal Flatts
Open Your Heart- Europe
Faithfully- Journey
Back to You- Chicago
Reason to Be- Kansas
Every Rose Has Its Thorn- Poison
As- Stevie Wonder
Dead Man's Party- Oingo Boingo
Post your username, and I'll create a playlist for you.For example:
Take On Me- A-ha
Here Comes The Sun- The Beatles
Eclipse- Enya
Batman Theme song (1989)- Danny Elfman
All is Hell That Ends Well- Two Steps From Hell
Time After Time- Cyndi Lauper
Man In The Mirror- Michael Jackson
Africa- Toto
Never Gonna Give You Up- Rick Astley
A heavy rain falls as a lone Greyhound bus meanders lethargically up a long, winding road lined with overgrown weeping willows. The narrow path is paved, but cracking and pocked with potholes. Your teeth are really starting to hurt from clashing together and you wonder if it would be better for your stomach or the bus's axles to give out first.Thunder rolls like the growling of a tiger; a warning before the booming roar that shakes the windows. A flash of lightning illuminates the world in false daylight, drawing your attention toward your destination. Silhouetted against a crimson sky, a gothic manor house perches atop the hilltop, much like the numerous gargoyles adorning the sharp spires of the building’s many roofs. It towers ominously over the sprawling estate. As the vehicle pulls closer to the wrought iron gates, you see the large black letters above you. 𝓐𝖗𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖒 𝓐𝖗𝖘𝖞𝖑𝖚𝖒.
A few moments later, though it feels entirely too long, the bus pulls into a carport at the side of the main building. The clean, concrete structure looks much newer than the surrounding architecture. No sooner does the vehicle stop and its doors hiss open do the occupants pile out. The eclectic crowd ,aspiring psychology majors fresh from grad school and troubled individuals seeking their help, are ushered into the visitor's center by a pair of security officers.
It is a pristine, sterile space with white walls and bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling. There is a row of plastic chairs on both the left and right side of the room and a pair of vending machines, one for drinks and the other for snacks. Computer monitors in every corner offer statistics, rhetoric, and various other infographics about the prestigious institute's treatment programs and the merits of its staff.
At the far side of the room is a reception desk behind a pane of plexiglass, where at least three people are prepared to help anyone needing their service. To either side of the desk is a trio of booths where visitors can visit patients, protected behind the safety of glass panels.
A woman in a white dress passes out nametags, fliers, and water bottles to everyone, informing the group that the tour will start soon. "We've got several important and influential staff members who have agreed to talk to you today!" She says excitedly.
Just then a man in a crisp gray suit and glasses asks for specifics. The nurse gives and a tightlipped smile and begs him to wait and see. "Why the need for secrecy? Are you hiding something?" The man blurts. He continues with an onslaught of similar questions, which the woman flounders to answer in a calm manner. "Who are you? What business have you got here? Who put you up to this?" She counters. Even before he replies, you recognize his sharp facial.features, plastered across nearly every billboard and TV screen across Gotham City. "Jack Ryder. Investigative Journalist for Gotham City News."
[*Character Profiles are simple skeletons to allow me to shape the narrative in interesting directions.]<.b>Character Name:<./b>
<.b>Screen Name<./b>
<.b>Role:<./b>
<.b>T̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶ Treatment Level:<./b> 1 (Only applicable if Patient)
<.b>Diagnosis:<./b> (Only applicable if Patient)
<.b>Hobbies/ Interests:<./b>
<.b>Likes:<./b>
<.b>Dislikes:<./b>
<.b>Fears:<./b>
<.b>Sanity:<./b> 5/5*
*(All players start at 5/5)
