Sometimes, I feel like going down I'm so disconnected

[osreborn]

WHO: Norman Osborn and you!
WHERE: NoHoPE
WHEN: Visiting hours (let's say between 1 and 4) on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Specify the time and date in your comment.
WARNINGS: Hmm.
SUMMARY: Isn't it obvious?
FORMAT: Whatever is your pleasure.

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Wednesday; 3:00

[enigmaestro]

It wasn't just about the gloating, honestly. Edward had a devotion to his own personal civic duty, a requirement to follow-up on his project. An obligation. The fact that Norman was medicated, sedated and secured behind layers of glass was simply the icing on an otherwise well-intentioned cake.

And yet, despite the glee he had embedded in the idea of his purpose -- civic duty, visiting Norman, what not and so forth -- that helium-like happiness deflated the moment Eddie managed through check-in. The asylum was clean, clinical -- barely reminiscent of anything like Arkham. But then, logically, the institution would be quite the opposite, wouldn't it? Surely if Dr. Crane had influence on daily maintenance. Nevertheless, the reasoning colored only cold comfort for Eddie Nygma

[osreborn]

Eddie was regarded with shadowed eyes, attentive but clearly restless. The skin beneath was deep shades of purple and gray, bringing the blue of his irises out and making his eyes appear larger.

More awake.

His expression didn't change, cold and distant, save for a slight hook of his lips in a forced half-smirk. His fingers clenched and unclenched into his palms.

"Look who it is. I'm not surprised you showed up early."

[enigmaestro]

"Merely addressing old business," he said as he readjusted his tie. A quick glance at Norman's attire -- light orange, like watery pumpkin soup -- brought a deeper smirk to the already-cocky detective's face. How amusing.

"Surely you're happy for any company? Your cries over the Network seem so wanting."

[osreborn]

"I didn't say I was wanting for company, Nygma. I'm perfectly content on my own as well as with others. I can adapt." Norman's eyes narrowed again, pressing his hands on his knees.

"What do you want?"

Wednesday; 1:00

[ctu_savior]

Ordinarily he would have talked to Osborn sooner, but following up on the other chaos that had ensued on the night of his arrest had kept Jack busy until now. The need was still real: the information on his conversation with Cavil made it clear that Osborn had given the killer access to a research facility in Washington DC. Besides the need to apprehend Cavil for the murders he'd committed, that facility was likely his next target. With this in mind, Jack had his serious face on when he approached Osborn's room.

"Norman Osborn. We need to talk."

[osreborn]

Seeing the face of one of the people responsible for his incarceration so soon (yes, it was still too soon as far as Norman was concerned) was not the way to put the afternoon off to a good start -- but Norman leaned back, smirking smugly in the way one does when they have information someone else wants.

"Well, well. Do we? I thought we'd already made each other's acquaintance."

[ctu_savior]

"I'm not here to get to know you better, Osborn." Jack was linefacing impressively. "Where did you send Cavil?"

[osreborn]

Norman raised his eyebrow, and held open his hands. "Excuse me?"

Thursday; 2:00

[rossum_ceo]

It had taken Boyd longer than he would have liked to finally find the time to visit Osborn in the hospital. Sierra's arrival had opened a lot of opportunities for him that couldn't be put off. That along with setting up the facilities for Ms. Halverson had eaten up most of his week and he'd had little time for anything else, even for a public show of kindness. On the bright side he doubted Osborn would notice that much. They probably had the man quite sedated by now. Hopefully sedated enough to let something useful slip

[osreborn]

Boyd's was a face Norman was more inclined to see, versus the police and other sorts of scoundrels that were turning up here. He smiled politely, crossing one leg over the other.

"Much. If nothing else, this place is certainly restful." He titled his head a fraction, eyes drifting toward the newspapers in Boyd's hands. Good.

"Nice to see you."

[rossum_ceo]

Boyd set the papers down on the table, and leaned back in his chair. "It's nice to see you too. I'm glad to hear you're doing better. We've been concerned that your recovery might be slow."

[osreborn]

"Who's 'we'? The fine people at work?" He smirked, folding his hands in his lap. "The doctors here are very competent. I hope my sentencing pays mind to my improvements, even in this short time."

Wed Late Night

[meowminx]

[ Security is tighter than Arkham's, but Catwoman has gotten through worse in her day. And in the City, she can cheat. She is cautious though, using interrupts for the cameras because phasing them out would mean easier escapes for patients.

She's brought along a very special flower arrangement for Norman. Purple blossoms and a distinctive orange shell of a pot. ]

[osreborn]

[ The hallways are dark, but Norman is awake, listening to all the noises the hospital makes at night when everyone else is asleep. It's a lonely place, populated still by very few; ironically his entire in-City family. How disgustingly appropriate.

But he suspects he can hear someone. Maybe it's just the building settling -- it is rather old, albeit refurbished. Nonetheless, he turns his head lazily towards the glass wall, sitting up. ]

Hello?

[meowminx]

[ She waves a gloved hand at Norman. Claws out. The other hand holds up the flowers. He can clearly see the pot is made of one of his pumpkin bombs from his old lab, diffused and disassembled. ]

Hi Norman. Brought you something.

[osreborn]

Selina.

[ His tone was deadpan. His eyes fall to the flowers, and from there to their pot; they narrow, but he doesn't comment. ]

What brings you here?

Wednesday, 2:30-ish

[speedofnaked]

It wasn't out of any sort of loyalty that Terra found herself in the hallways of "No Hope" that afternoon. There was no pain of betrayal, no real burden of remorse. She wasn't shocked by these events, after the things revealed to her only weeks before, so for once, Terra wasn't caught in some emotional maelstrom beyond her control or understanding.

Her only reason was just simple obligation.

Terra's heels left a punctuated clack-click-clack against the smooth floor, until paths and guidance led her here. Her steady and unhurried steps ceased, but she didn't offer any greetings or accusations. No questions or tears or anything of the like. In fact, she didn't bother saying a word.

She observed.

[osreborn]

When Norman laid his eyes on his new visitor, his first instinct was to scowl; second one, to grin. He ignored both and favored instead a curious raise of his eyebrow, and an expression that said he was surprised -- but not unhappy -- to see her here.

In a way, it was true. Terra had had something that intrigued him -- something he wanted to learn more about. A power she only hinted but never showed him. He leaned forward to greet her.

"Terra."

[speedofnaked]

"Norman."

Terra wasn't usually one for surnames. Her arms crossed idly across her chest, eyes taking in the sight of Osborn's new "home." It was strange to see him again in a place like this, but was a whole lot nicer than the place the last person she knew had been locked up.

But as far as she knew, he was nowhere near Kefka's level, so the difference was deserved.

Terra tilted her head a little to the side, bringing her attention back to the man. "How are you holding up?"

[osreborn]

"Oh, things could be better. Could be worse. It's all a manner of perspective. I'm sorry that I couldn't see the team off to a better end -- you were remarkable, you know."

He shrugged his shoulders, almost apologetically.