Thread: Uh-oh

[moderationcpu]

Who: OPEN TO EVERYONE
Where: The Complex
When: Presently
Summary: The computer has suddenly gone screwy. What can be done?

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Conference Room

[moderationcpu]

Re: Conference Room

[ima_doctor]

Bones was doing inventory when the terminal he was using bleeped out and the lights dimmed. "What the high-holy hell!" he shouted, giving the terminal a good thumping. When that didn't correct the problem, he paused to actually read the message. "What security error? How the hell can I confirm and restart if you don't let me do anything?"

There was no answer, no keystroke made any difference. Bones got up with an impatient huff and walked to the clinic door, which opened slowly and reluctantly to reveal a dark hallway. There was definitely something wrong with the place. He hurried to the conference room, hoping he would find some answers there.

Re: Conference Room

[0nightwing0]

" Bones you ok?..here I'm glad I decided to keep these in the gauntlets" Dick tossed him a Small LED Flashlight as he got closer to the good doctor. What was going on indeed and where was Barbara when you needed her? Great he'd have to get into the mainframe somehow.

" Ok Who pissed of the computer? Let me guess...Dean...Duo" Dick laughed, It wasn't really appropriate but this wasn't too bad of a situation. Bruce the now large German Shepard mix stuck close to his side as he looked at the Doctor apprehensively. The dog had refused to stay in the apartment and had done a good job leading his human companion to the biggest light source. Running a hand through his now short spiked hair he kneeled down at the base of the console. " Maybe this thing has a restart switch..either that. Looking for a panel here"

Re: Conference Room

[ima_doctor]

"Fine," grunted the doctor, catching the light. "I don't know what's going on, but it can't be good news for us." He leaned to shine some extra light on what Dick was doing, pausing to rub Bruce's head. "I don't see any panel," he admitted, leaning in to check the side of the console himself.

Living Quarters

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Re: Living Quarters

[slaying]

Technology was not one of Buffy's stronger areas of interest. It's not that she couldn't program a DVD player or confidently fiddle with the settings on her cell phone, it was just that she tended not to notice the presence of technology in her life. And she hadn't been in this place very long, she hadn't adapted to the presence of the computer terminals. The fact that there was something wrong with them did not occur to her until, suddenly, as she walked through the halls trying to decide on a suitable room for herself, the lights cut out.

"Holy sh--" Buffy cut herself, clamping a palm across her own mouth and flattening against the wall. She became alert, tense, and prepared. Her body slid quietly along the hall. Her first suspicion was that some spook must have caused a ruckus somewhere in the complex. And if there was a spook to beat down, Buffy figured that she was your girl.

In full slayer-stealth mode, she tracked her way down through the living quarters, hoping to come across someone who might be able to provide more

[melakafray13]

Bored out of her skull, the pink and black haired slayer from the future was making her way back to her room from being in the gym when the lights went out. Her boots, which made next to no sound on the floor stopped completely the moment she could no longer see. Her blood pounded in her ears and she exhaled sharply. If this was Harth's doing, she was gonna kick his ass, regardless of him being human again.

She continued down the hallway, knowing the route to her room like she'd been doing it for years and she veered to the left, her shoulder brushing against the wall as she went. With her eyes temporarily down for the count, she kept her ears open, hoping that those cornflower blues of hers would adjust to the darkness quickly.

[slaying]

Buffy had heard the sharp breath and paused , freeze-framed against the wall of the corridor. Her heart was keeping a steady pace and, in truth, if any part of her became tense or nervous it was out of excitement instead of fear. Even if she had considered treating this experience as an enforced vacation, there was a grace and a comfort in solving a problem. She was glad to have a problem dropped in front of here, even if she couldn't see it.

"Who's there?" She called out, hoping that it was another of the complex residents and not whoever had caused this problem.

Bar/Entertainment Area

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Re: Bar/Entertainment Area

[blindlawyerhero]

Swish swish.

Thwack thwack.

Matt Murdock flailed the business end of steel-reinforced nunchuks across the dummy before him. Wood struck rubber in a series of calculated strikes, registering as musical blips on his radar sense. When the onslaught reached its climax he flicked his wrist and sent the nunchuk coiling beneath his arm, assuming an open-handed stance that was highly reminiscent of Bruce Lee.

A minute of calm measured breathing. Then Matt straightened up and wiped a fine sheen of sweat upon his forehead. This was his first workout in this weird space station, and he figured he had no excuse to not stay in shape. Not when his neighborhood had somehow... come with him. And manifested itself in the millions of miles below the Ring. He wasn't home yet he might as well have never left, if that made any sense. Hell's Kitchen still needed its guardian devil.

POOF.Blind Matt was. But he didn't need sight to know they'd suddenly lost power. He could neither hear the electrical currents pulsing through the wires above nor feel the

Re: Bar/Entertainment Area

[got_the_spark]

Spike was sitting down an enjoying a nice drink at the bar. In fact that's he was spending most of his time here doing unless they sent him on one of those mission. Which, he had only been on one so far. He hoped he wouldn't have to go on another one; the last one got him into a fight with a slayer from the future.

Spike took another sip of his drink when all of a sudden the lights went off. "What the hell!" He exclaimed as he looked around the area. "Great, I can't even enjoy a drink." Spike shook his head then stood up. Of course since he was a vampire, adjusting his eyes to the darkness didn't take that long. Spike started to move around the bar to see if he could find anything or anyone that could give him some answers.

Re: Bar/Entertainment Area

[blindlawyerhero]

Framed in the doorway to the backroom, Matt curled his brows ever so slightly. His radar sense fed him the outline of a man standing by the bar. He'd been nursing a drink, and while Matt could hear their cold moisture drops plinking upon the varnished wood, it alarmed him how he couldn't say the same about the man's heartbeat.

Matt kept this observation to himself and slipped back into the role of blind lawyer. He tapped the floor and objects before him with his cane, moving in the other man's general direction. "You all right back there? I understand the power's out."

Outdoors: Courtyard/Roof

[moderationcpu]

[dualfaced]

Harvey Dent's life was far from normal. It was strange actually, since his life had been pretty damn normal in the beginning, maybe a few glitches here and there but even they were normal considering the state of Gotham. Awkward high school years, all nighters at college, nine to five to whatever ungodly hour of the morning he would make himself stay up to in order to finish a case. A bullet here or there. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Of course that had all changed with a glasglow grin and a caped, keplar covered vigilante. Suddenly everything had been going too fast, one hit after another without pause, and they were so closeHarvey wandered what must have been a roof of some sort in what must have been a nightmare. Somehow it felt familiar, being thrown into a place beyond reality, but whenever he tried to grasp the idea of it the thought just slipped away. He sighed, a hand running over his face. They had briefed him somehow - rings and missions and who knew- but he couldn't quite grasp it either. He just kept waiting to wake up

[cranescarecrow]

Jonathan Crane was completely and thoroughly annoyed.
He didn't show it, of course- it was almost never suited to one's own interests to wear your feelings on your sleeve like decorations, parading them in fron of people as if they were trophies to be kept on display and polished. No, no- he'd have none of that, not even in a situation like this; a situation where he had been yanked out of his own zone of comfort and plopped rudely down here- wherever here was.
It was bizarre. Like something out of some science fiction b-movie.
Completely ridiculous.
How he had ended up now on a rooftop of all places- he didn't even know. Jonathan hadn't really been thinking a lot since he'd got here- honestly, he was in a bit of a daze.
Not enough of a daze to not notice the other man currently on the rooftop, however; or enough of a daze to not notice how uncomfortable familiar that man looked.

[dualfaced]

It took a moment for the DA to notice he wasn't exactly alone, turning and throwing on a small smile out of habit as he did. That smile faltered quickly after he noticed exactly who he was directing it to, a man that looked far too familiar- familiar from the hours he had spent over man's file and subsequent detainment.

"Crane?" The surprise warred with the slight edge that formed on his tone- this had to be a trick of some sort, what the hell would a man like Crane be doing here? Hell, what was he doing here and why hadn't he woken up yet? He settled for eyeing the other man, expression hard as he tried to wrap his mind around everything that was happening.

[king_of_the_lab]

Zack was perturbed. The message had been blinking from his computer screen at him for the last five minutes, and he could do nothing but stare. He was desperate to feel useful again, and here was that damn computer, getting in his way! There had already been enough issues with his hands, and Dr. Brennan had asked him to type some preliminary paperwork up for her. Now, he couldn't even do that.

He quietly laid his head down on the desk, and closed his eyes, wondering whether he was some huge celestial joke.

No, of course not. Logically, it made no sense that there was a god, and certainly not a god that would single HIM out.

[not_a_squint]

A surprised grunt and the shifting of the door was heard and Seeley booth pried open the door of the lab. Bones had to be in here, and that was the first place he headed the moment he realized that the power was out. Grk... He was glad that the door was mostly open, or he suspected he wouldn't be able to get back in here. Once inside, he placed a chair inbetween the door and the wall to keep it open so they could get back outside.

"Hey, Bones! I need your brain."

[king_of_the_lab]

He spoke without lifting his head, still frustrated.

"Dr. Brennan isn't here." Zack looked at his gloved hands resting on his legs. What could have caused this damned blackout, and the computer error? How was he going to get anything done when the computers were shutting down left, right, and center? It was just so--

That had been Agent Booth's voice. Zack looked up, alarmed.

[not_a_squint]

Ah? Wait...! He knew that voice- "Zack!" He stammered, then regained his composure. Wish he had a flashlight. He stepped forward, glad for the fact that this lab had some windows in the far corner, he could see.

Now that he was aware of someone in the room, pass the observation tables and science squint stuff, there sat Zack. The FBI agent stepped forward to meet the young former forensics lab assistant.

"If she isn't here, do you know where she is? What are you doing here?" It wasn't even an insinuation of, 'why wasn't he at the institution', or something foolish like that. It wasn't helpful, but he did need to know why Zack was here, and what Brennan had him doing, so that how he directed his tone.