[ The communicator is propped up on a table, in what looks like a lab -- or some kind of workroom. Norman appears, wearing a lab coat over his suit, and gloves. There's radio music playing softly. ]

We can't function as a society without change. It's simply impossible. As much as we, as a society, are so resistant to change, we're also dependent ( Read more... )

I hope that everyone's holiday is as pleasant as it can be under these unfortunate circumstances. As I ventured out today to make a few donations the emptiness of the City became that much more apparent; it's depressing to witness, though all too understandable -- just so long as everyone is safe. It's not a good night to be out.

[ He turns on ( Read more... )

[ Norman's voice sounds a bit exhilarated this time, a far cry from the bored apathy that's plagued his manner since his release from NOHoPE. Thrilled, slightly breathless. ]Build, rebuild. You can count on one thing around here: the City's uncanny ability to bounce itself back from seemingly irreparable disaster. Sincerely. The ever unwanted ( Read more... )

There's something rather insulting about having your work so inadequately replicated -- you'd think when putting together another government sponsored team they would beseech the advice of someone with experience. No matter, of course. Quite a shame about that young man. I suppose it's not the team that's inadequate, but rather the unwelcoming ( Read more... )

[ Norman sets the communicator up, smiling into the screen. He's wearing a sharp vest and glasses that he doesn't need, but certainly make him look dapper and legal-y. He's holding a hardcover book with a green dust jacket, and HOW TO RAISE A SUCCESSFUL CHILD by Norman Osborn is splashed on the cover in pale purple fontface, and opens it to an ( Read more... )

[ The screen turns on, set shakily on a table in what appears to be an emergency room. Norman is rather pale, discoloration still evident in his nose, lips and ears, although some color has started returning. Now that he's out of the freezing cold, his healing factor is kicking in a bit more rapidly. He also looks incredibly pissed off. ]Justice in ( Read more... )

[ Norman hold up the communicator, looking at the screen while sitting on a bench, dressed sharply in a suit-vest and eating french fries. Mm, junk food. ]Well, it seems like things are clearing up. It's nice not to have to spend another evening dealing with riots and mayhem; had I still my team I would have loved to be able to put a stop to the ( Read more... )

[ There's a few moments of dead air, as Norman turns on his communicator and just lets it record the silence of his cell. One minute, two minutes, three-- ]

Mr. Nygma.

There's something I'd like to discuss with you, when you have a moment.

Happy New Year.

Tell me: how were the fireworks?

( OOC notes )

[ ENCRYPTED to CAVIL ]

[ There's a long moment of silence before he speaks, searching for the right way to approach this. Finally, he decides to keep things simple: ]

Cavil. Are you busy?

(OOC: Norman's encryptions and side of the conversations are a little looser than usual and hackable to a certain genius with Spider-sense. Not on purpose, ( Read more... )