Deadman Returns!

[deadazdillinger]

It seems trite to say that it was a cold and stormy night in Gotham, but it was, on the night that Deadman Boston Brand returned to that most forboding of cities in the USA. A den of scum and villainy that more often than not seemed more suitable for being burned off the face of the Earth like Pompeii, or washed out to see like Atlantis, and yet

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[ten_of_six]

Jervis Tetch, seated in the tallest chair he could find, appears to be having quite the celebration. Perhaps he'd come here for Andrei's annual elementary school fundraiser, to make his contribution to such a worthy goal. And the children seem to be enjoying it--assuming that near-sobbing, quiet, terrified children can be said to enjoy anything.

The other patrons don't seem to mind at all, though. They quite like having Uncle Jervis take care of their kids. They're so grateful, in fact, that they seem all too happy to assist the restaurant staff with each and every need Jervis might have.

"Fry me! Fritter my wig! You two fetch more tea for young Jeffrey over there, he seems to have spilled his. And What-you-may-call-um? Can you keep an eye out for the March Hare? He always runs late for our little get-togethers. And oh, What-was-his-name, you're doing an excellent job. Keep it up! Remember, all guests over twelve today receive a free hat upon entry."

[deadazdillinger]

"Oh great." Deadman scans the restaurant from outside the large window, spotting the multitude of hats spread around the patrons. For some reason some of the staff seem free of the hats (maybe they cook better with free will), and after a few seconds of pondering, he forces himself through the window and into the body of a waiter.

Picking up a tray of tea and crumpets, he observes to see what this lunatic is up to.

[ten_of_six]

"Thing-um-a-jig! More biscuits! They're quite delicious. I might just bring the chef home so I have them all the time!"

The capped-waiter nearest to Deadman nods wordlessly, and begins to move back to the kitchen. Hatter watches him go, and rolls his eyes upon seeing the one with the shirt labeled "Jonathan."

"What is it now? I agreed to let your chefs have their own minds so they could cook properly, and you kept yours solely to serve as a potential hostage. But I'm growing tired of your complaints. One more and you'll have ruined my tea party, and I warn you, I do not react kindly to a ruined party."

[deadazdillinger]

Deadman is surprised by the mental fortitude of this waiter. From reading his surface thoughts he can tell that he had intended to go behind the counter and pick up the owner's revolver to get rid of the top hat wearing nutjob, but Boston is quick to override such inclinations. And a stern talking to Andrei when all this is over about having guns in a store is definitely needed.

He makes his vessel stride towards the Hatter, with tea and crumpets proffered, and a big forced smile. "For you, sir. Tea. Crumpets. Jailtime."