On possibly bringing him to mayfield_rpg, or rather, waking him up at all

[productiverevenge]

So you poked me out of my deep and pleasant slumber ...

To go there.

So you can have me prod, and smile, and cause trouble like the Puck I am.

Even while I'm trying to see if I can get out and find Red John.

[Thoughtful look]

I see what you're doing here.

[Slow smile.]

All right. Let's play a few rounds, hm? See what we can dig up.

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[fifthtimearound]

Yeah, they're usually up to no good. But there are worse places. There's just the poisoned milk. And brain washing. And body swapping. And a bit of maiming. Really, it's not that bad.

Of course, that was all in my first two weeks . . .

[productiverevenge]

Poisoned milk. Brain washing. Body swapping. And maiming.

[He taps his finger against his mouth.] Y'know ... this sounds like a fun vacation.

[fifthtimearound]

This is your idea of a fun vacation? I would have picked the Bahamas.

[productiverevenge]

Peh. You can go to any beach. Besides, if I'm in the Bahamas, I'd be hunting a very particular criminal. Or getting seduced by her - it's really a mixed bag.

[fifthtimearound]

Yet another guy that falls for the bad girl routine. Is this a kind of Batman and Catwoman dynamic?

[productiverevenge]

[His eyes suddenly twinkle.] Do I look like Batman? I'd like to be Batman. For one, he has his own cave.

[fifthtimearound]

You might be able to pull off a Bruce Wayne if you played it up, but you don't have the voice for Batman.

[productiverevenge]

[That grin of his widens, then he talks very deep and low] I'm Batman. Tremble, evil doers.

[fifthtimearound]

Sorry, can't buy it when you're grinning like that, and you don't sound angry and emo enough. Maybe if you gargle with marbles first.

[productiverevenge]

Hmmm, no. That sounds painful. So I suppose I'm not Batman. Which is a shame, because then I could have a thing for bad girls.

[fifthtimearound]

You can have a thing for bad girls and not be Batman. Thousands of men do it every day. But yeah, the gargling would probably be awful.

[productiverevenge]

Yes, but it's so much dramatic if I've got a reason for it than a questionable libido.

Does it help that I'm more like the Riddler? Would that give me a reason to like bad girls?

[fifthtimearound]

It's the same reason most men have, might as well go with it.

. . . does the Riddler ever get a girl? Good, bad, or in between?

[productiverevenge]

Eh, boring. I hate being boring.

...I don't think so. I don't think he's really interested in girls, except in the academic sense. He likes puzzles better.

[fifthtimearound]

Ah, so now we get down to it. You're not actually interested in the seducing criminal outside of the challenging puzzle she provides.

[productiverevenge]

Absolutely yes.

[A pause, before he gives the so-so gesture.]

...all right, and she is extremely seductive, but it's 75% the puzzle.

Face twiiiiiiiiin! 8D

[manicuredangel]

Oh dear... From what I hear, Mayfield is an entirely unpleasant place. [The angel looks concerned.] A dear friend of mine is there and he says it's awful.

Face twin for win!!

[productiverevenge]

You know, I heard the same thing ... but you know what they say about lemons.

I love tagging Janes with Aziraphale. It happens to seldom. /sob

[manicuredangel]

Yes, but in Mayfield, there's always a possibility of those lemons turning you into a zombie or a drone or someone else.

How can this be? There should always be a Jane and an Aziraphale somewhere!

[productiverevenge]

Yes, but that just makes it more challenging. I love a good challenge. Keeps me sharp. And I need to be sharp there. That way, I can eventually figure out their own game and beat them at it.

I don't see Janes often in Bakerstreet and admittedly I rarely poke my head into D_M...

[manicuredangel]

Well... I suppose I wish you luck there. You should meet my friend Crowley. He's been in Mayfield for nearly a year now.

I JUST got into Bakerstreet so you'll see him there, mwahah.

[productiverevenge]

[Both eyebrows raise up.] So your friend is there - but you're not? Any reason besides the chance for horrifying death?

SQUEE!!! Iactually play the Crowley in Mayfield, lol.

[manicuredangel]

Well... I am there... Sort of... There's another me there.

WHUT. Then they truly must bond.

[productiverevenge]

Ah! So there are alternate yous. Interesting. I wonder if there are alternate mes.

I'll look your friend up. If I remind him of you, we could have some laughs. Or at least a few well placed chuckles.

Yes! I would love that! Maybe Jane can join Crowley's band of allies. :3

[manicuredangel]

I'm sure he would enjoy the company at the least. He drives about in a Bentley he got decades ago and works at the bar if that helps any.

Well since Jane is all about blowing up situations ...

[productiverevenge]

A Bentley? [golden eyebrows arch up.] The man has discerning taste. I applaud him. It looks like I'll end up being the Drama Teacher at the local high school. I once drove a Maserati. I sent it over a cliff. [musing] Good times.

Pffff... Hey, are you on plurk? I'm vaguelysauntered on there if you'd like to add me.

[manicuredangel]

.... I don't reccomend doing that to Crowley's Bentley. He would be most upset.

Re: Pffff... Hey, are you on plurk? I'm vaguelysauntered on there if you'd like to add me.

[productiverevenge]

...I wouldn't either. Luckily, I had great insurance.

[manicuredangel]

His Bentley to him is rather like my books are for me. Precious and priceless and much loved.

[productiverevenge]

[A flash of something in his gaze.] I don't have anything like that. Posessions are - in the end - fleeting reminders of what we don't have.

[manicuredangel]

[He watches him curiously.] I don't know, I'm rather fond of my book collection. They remind me of the world as it had been in the past and old friends.

[productiverevenge]

Things ... are easy to replace, but not so much people.

[manicuredangel]

No, they aren't. But people are short lived and one must become accustomed to their passing if one's heart is to survive.

[He looks down. Over 6,000 years, the angel has lost a good number of friends.]

[productiverevenge]

It's amazing, don't you think, what the heart can survive? If it's forced to? If it finds something else to fuel it besides blood and love? [He leans back, gaze thoughtful.]

[manicuredangel]

I've found that love always exists, regardless of the turmoil one might have endured. Love always feeds the flame, however twisted it might have become.

[productiverevenge]

Perhaps. Perhaps love just turned to vengeance, when it lost.

[manicuredangel]

You speak from experience... I'm so sorry for your loss, dear.

[productiverevenge]

[A hard swallow, before he averts his eyes.] Yes, well. Thank you. Anyways ... your friend with the bar and the Bentley. What does he make of this place?

[manicuredangel]

Oh, yes, er... He seems to have a rather negative opinion of it, but he wants to stay to protect his allies as much as possible.

[productiverevenge]

I can understand that.

[manicuredangel]

He would hate to hear that I'm saying this about him, but he's a good man, really.