Because the hotel needs another vigilante-style hero ...

[my_city_screams]

"And this one's for Muffin!"

The man standing in the lobby, who's about to kick something, stumbles forward when his foot connects with nothing. He is outfit - a suit, shirt, and fedora - is completely black, save for the red tie and the lack of shoes or socks on his feet. Also noteworthy is the black domino mask he's wearing.

"Oh boy," he murmurs

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[not_wonderwoman]

"Who's Muffin and why're they a Nazi?" Bernard is in one of his more sociable moods, having found and been subsequently locked in the wine cellar several months ago. He squints and tries to see the man through an alcoholic daze, "Why aren't you wearing any socks?"

[my_city_screams]

"Muffin isn't the Nazi." He looks at Bernard, sizing him up quickly and silently. "It's a long story. Are you gonna be okay?"

[not_wonderwoman]

"Me?" He looks at himself, and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his incredibly rumpled suit pocket, "Couldn't be better! You wouldn't have a light on you, would you?"

[my_city_screams]

"Can't say I do, you're on your own." A pause. "Wanna tell me where I am?"

[anapplebright]

"Well, this is new." Ivy leans against the doorway, looking over the new arrival with amusement. She's been tending to the indoor plants, as usual-- and there are slightly more of them now than there were when she arrived. "Take a wrong turn?"

[my_city_screams]

Back in Central City, Spirit has a reputation of being a ladies' man. So, while he technically maybe sort of has someone, he doesn't mind turning to see a beautiful redhead.

"Guess I did."

[anapplebright]

"Where from, if I can ask?" She taps a finger to the bridge of her nose, gesturing to the mask. "A little late for a Halloween party." Somehow, she manages to hold back on a smirk.

[my_city_screams]

"Central City." He adjusts his hat a little. "I couldn't do what I do if it weren't for this mask. Besides ... The ladies enjoy the mystery of it."