String me up to a cherry tree; come one, come all - and hang with me.

[forefather]

Who: OPEN.
When: The morning of August 31 until September 2.
Where: Sector 4 and random spots throughout the city.
Summary: Mysterious flowering cherry trees have sprung up overnight. They're beautiful, but their petals have some strange effects...
Warnings: Put your warning in your subject line.

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OPEN.

[proxysearch]

[It's a little after noon when Re-l exits the police station and finds the trees blossomed outside. It's an odd sight, to be sure, but not unwelcome. They're beautiful, actually. She's never seen them before in her life. She's read about them, though.

It makes her think of Gin, actually. A blossom, detached from a branch, finds its way into her hair and she plucks it out, examining it for the moment. She discards it afterwards and heads out for her usual lunch.]

[ooc: I'm up for anything. She's going to be in and around the city for most of the day/rest of the week, so just let me know when you'd like to run into her.]

[proxysearch]

[She looks at him curiously.]

Why's that?

[he_is_wild]

You're proposing flight to a guy who's dug himself in deep, honey.

There's no redemption out there. Not for me. Mine won't exactly be a fairytale ending.

[He says this as if he were asking for a glass of water. It clearly doesn't bother him.]

[proxysearch]

You seem awfully at peace with the idea that someone's going to hunt you down and end your life one day.

[Remember that conversation about despair?]

And it might not be Batman.

[he_is_wild]

He won't let it be anyone else.

[He chuckles]

But whether it's him or not, mine is still a soul for the Burg of Burning Embers.

[proxysearch]

[But she knows Bruce. And she knows he'll never do it. The day he does is the day he stops being Batman and the day he lets them take him down.

But she lets that slide.]

...You actually believe hell exists?

[he_is_wild]

I've summoned demons from there, little lady!

[He laughs]

Heck, I've met Satan! You have too, actually. He runs a nightclub hereabouts. You see, you can only get hit in the head so many times before you start believing in things like hammers.

EARLY AFTERNOON

[kingofrooks]

[ A piece of paper is flying amongst the blossoms, and somehow it manages to land on your hair. Do you look at it?

If you do, it says: ]

so selfish. I wonder where your self-
it, and now you come crawling to
hing we've ever stood for bec
You've told me that before. Take

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[She does, in fact, take it and read it over. For a moment, she wonders if it's addressed to her and she frowns. But then she looks around for any other pieces and for anyone else who may have found one.]

[sittingtype]

[ John's been sent out into the city with a mission: find more of these letter fragments that have gotten Sherlock all excited and report back to him, so they can figure who's been writing them and why they are strewn all across the port.

it's not an entirely unusual errand for John to run, but prowling the streets looking for a needle in the haystack isn't exactly the ex-soldier's cup of tea right now and he's soon rubbing at a scratch card furiously when he bumps into Re-l. ]

Ah, sorry! I am so sorry.

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[She's looking at her own piece of paper and trying to figure out why she found it. It's Bruce's handwriting, of course, and so she needs to keep it close to her until she finds him and asks him about it.

She jolts for a moment when she feels John, turning.]

It's all right. [A pause, when she realizes who it is.] Oh... Hello, John.

[sittingtype]

Oh. Hello there. [ panic flitters across his face -- it's blindingly obvious John hasn't got the faintest idea who she is and shuffles awkwardly on his feet.

but the awkwardness of running into an acquaintance doesn't distract him from the piece of paper he spotted in her hand mid-turn and it keeps him rooted to the spot. ] Ermm.. sorry, you sound familiar. Have we spoken before?

[proxysearch]

[Oh, right. Sherlock probably hasn't even told him who she is.]

I'm Re-l Mayer. We spoke once on the network after you came back. We also knew each other for a brief time when you were here before, though I know you don't remember that.

[sittingtype]

Ah yes, I remember. Erm. The conversation, that is. [ he smiles. ] It's nice to meet you in person, Miss. Mayer.

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[She nods.]

Likewise. Are you running more errands for Sherlock?

[sittingtype]

[ he scrunches that scratch card up in his fist. ]

Guilty as charged. Actually, I think you could help me...