Day 44: Arts and Crafts Room, 4th Shift

[quarter_english]

The day had been slow for L so far, slower than he required: the events of the previous night were traumatic, but they did not outweigh his need for information and a useful way in which to apply whatever he might learn

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[hamelinschild]

There was just something about Statesman--that sort of Superman-ish aura he was giving off... It was the kind that sent lesser villains to cower and the innocent to cheering.

Hart had met his fair share of heroes--villains too. And while the feeling tugged at him, it wasn't enough to unsettle him. When backed against the proverbial wall like this, his earlier nervousness faded too readily into a defensive snark. But as he wasn't home and there were no others around to back him,

('I'd have your back, Pipes.' Pbbbht. Yeah, sure you would, Tricks.)

--there was very little choice than to try and cap it off quickly.

"First off," Hart managed not to snap back, which was excellent as a start. "I've never had intention to hurt any patient here. I've had some rough times, but I'm on the side of angels. I'm no villain, despite what's written on the board. That's in the past."

He'd managed to bogart himself a good deal of glitter, and with the written portion of his sign done ("Evil Club Notice: Beware of Fort. He bites!") he proceeded to smatter the wet and drying paint with enough of the stuff to choke a small child.

"What you've read, if you have in fact read all of it, should be the best indication that the club is, yes, a joke. At most, we'll be trying to bother the so-called 'establishment' here. No one likes it and people suffer." When he did look up form his work, it was the look of a man no less than completely serious. "--I left the villain schtick behind because there was greater things to worry about and people that needed help. I'm not just going to sit by and let someone else suffer here to. If what I;ve heard about this place is right, no one deserves to be here."

Hart doesn't bring up the family comment though, instead leaving himself to the task of painting up a spider in blue paint in the space left behind by the slipshod lettering.

('Looks like the Blue Beetle's sig to me.' Cram it, Jesse. You try to do better.)

"And--" One more thing. He was at his most settled here, trying his damnedest not to reminisce in front of Captain Beef's boyfriend, Sergeant Sirloin. "I've known my fair share of the nasty. So when I say I want to get to know him better--" The 'him' being fairly obvious. What other ambiguously-relationed spider lords were there here? "--I mean it. If I get hurt in the crossfire, you can be the first person to tell me that you told me so."

Finishing the spider-beetle, Hartley frowned, then pointed to the moon-and-star glitter he'd set aside. "--could you pass me those? Eh....my hands..." Yes, Hart. They're an abomination and a freak mess of paint and glitter. Everything you touch now will catch The Gay.

[zeus_incarnate]

"I'm all for turning over a new leaf," Despite how infrequent it happened. Marcus knew all too well just how. "But don't slip up." At least Piper seemed like he'd come to his senses about being a villain.

"You may have known your share of villains, but I sincerely doubt you've known anyone like him," Marcus was fairly sure that Piper wasn't from a closely related dimension, and it seemed like incarnates were non-existent outside those where he and Stefan had found the Well.

Marcus grabbed the glitter carefully and set it near Piper, trying to avoid getting any of it on him. Well, he'd be changing before he went out for the night even if he did get some on him. This was just absurd, Marcus had known children that acted more like adults than this.

[hamelinschild]

Don't slip up? Nice. How many times had he heard that and from how many sides? He didn't want to think about it.

'Well, there were the Rogues...' James, no. 'Wally, with every time you went to help out.' No. 'He did it mostly. I exaggerate. You know that.' James, please. '--you mean I can't continue my list?' Shut -up- already.

And that was going to have to stop right there. Hart shook his head in attempt at beating back his self-inflicted Jiminy Cricket. Imagine, instead of internal monologue by Morgan Freeman, one voiced by James Jesse.

He murmured a word of thanks at the passing, and taking up his glitter, Hart shook it over the sign, giving the spider-beetle a fresh, new coat of obnoxiously space-themed shimmer. And with the nature of glitter as it was, Hart too wound up with a fresh coating of said sparkly mess.

"You know--" he glanced back up at the man, honestly trying to push a lighter tone to his voice. "We're going to be here for a while. You might as well make the best of it for now. Unless you have another places to be." It was either the most avoidant or the most inviting statement in the world. Have fun.