Another day, another costume change.

Machts nichts.

Now if this fool would just stop. screaming. It will grow back before I'm through.

My breakfast had a bit of extra kick to it.

I don't sleep anyway, this is unnecessary and distracting.

I could take on an extra project or two....

I would believe in fairies if someone were to... say... bring it by my lab.

Then I would most emphatically believe.

When you're ill, who do you go see?

Why the Doctor, of course.

Ah, how cute. All the little heroes running around determined to save the world.

Private to Major//Unhackable
As you know, thanks to one of the recent curses, the girl is irredeemably compromised. Orders?

//Private to Major, Unhackable//

The data I collected from the recent battle is priceless. We really must obtain more data collection tools once our home is complete. I will be able to much better meet your informational needs.

It's crowded in here today.

All of you, raus. I have work to do. I'll question you all later.

[ooc: Doc's seeing plenty of his dead. He just doesn't care. He has a zeppelin to work on.]

It is only an inconvenience if you do not make the most of it.

Such an interesting thing to study.

Although it does squelch inside my gloves a bit.

[ooc: Yes, another of my characters who appears to have been bathing in blood. Nazi mad scientist, what do you think?]

Headache? Backache? Is age slowing you down?

The Doctor has the cure.

Unfit? Infirm? Weak?

The Doctor has the cure.

Tired? Bored? Directionless?

The Doctor has your cure.

Another curse, this time of prurience. It's fascinating the things you all reveal about yourselves on days like these. I'm logging every piece and I'm an excellent hacker.

My sex life? I have had-

[ooc: Doc, clever mad scientist that he is, has installed a curse day panic button on his communicator. If he suspects he's cursed and hits it, it ( Read more... )