paradisalost | The "SAVE THE ORPHANS" Charity Ball ; part 4/4

[time has been given for everyone to de-cape, de-cowl, tattle on their friends... and now, it's time for the punchline to this little joke of his.

the lights in the room once more dim, and the spotlight on stage sets the attention to Mistah J - he grins victoriously, something gleeful and manic in his eyes as he steps aside, letting a projector screen fall from the ceiling behind him.]

You're all so kind, Paradisa... but some of you are a little too... late in your lives to offer the recompense these poor orphans deserve. You'd know all about that, wouldn't you...

Brucey Bruce?

[his eyes fixate on Mr. Wayne, and he opens his arms, gesturing Bruce on stage. after a moment's consternation, Bruce reluctantly agrees - looking badass despite his cane and carrying that Batman-esque hard set of his jaw.

once he reaches the Joker's side, Mr. J flings an arm all buddy-buddy over his shoulders.]

Thattaboy, Brucey.

Now, how about we introduce ParaDIsa to Gotham's most notorious orphan and his menagerie of failures?

[the spotlight dims; the Joker turns, guiding Bruce to do the same as the projector reel begins playing. there is a crudely drawn stick figure version of each of the batkids - one for each of them. Damian, Dick, Steph, Cass - etc, all the way to Batman himself. Drawn by Harley. In lipstick.

there are a few photos - all various failures the batlings have orchestrated in their lives (in his canon; he just makes up random shit for the rest of them it's tl;dr don't make me write this).]

But the biggest failure of all, Batman... is also the best joke you've ever inadvertently told. The passing of one Bruce Wayne... the inheritance of Gotham's most notorious orphan, from you...

[he snaps his fingers; the goonies around the room abruptly begin firing into the crowd - they're missing, purposely, scaring people as they begin to usher them back out towards the doors, some holding children hostage as they direct everyone to LEAVE THE PREMISES if they aren't with the VIP party - the Bat family.

I REPEAT: GET OUT UNLESS YOU AREN'T WITH THE BATFAMILY, OR WE'LL KILL KIDS.

meanwhile, a familiar face is making his way out from the curtains...]

...Damian... Wayne.

[ooc: ~~MINUTE TO SET UP THREADS~~ OKAY GO

reply here with fleeing outside the comedy club. THERE WILL BE "PEOPLE" (player characters) firing toxin into the crowd as people leave; those who are getting FATALLY or NON-FATALLY gassed can start posting as much in the appropriate thread below. ENJOY.

P.S - you can just reply to the post if you're fleeing for your life or otherwise outside of the club!]

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[he glares at Lucy]

What in Hel's name are you laughing at!?

[You think this is by choice?! Sorry Django, he's not going to be doing any responding, he's too busy laughing against his will.]

[there's something wrong with him, that's for sure. Risking it, he grabs Lucian by the arm and tries to drag him out]

Lucian!

[Amongst his sheer laughter, he clearly moves to shove Django away then. He wants to tell that dumb kid to get the hell out, but he'll be damned if he can get anything out. He just about can't breathe from the laughter, and he'll fall to his knees before collapsing to the floor, still laughing hysterically. See that little dart in his neck now, Django dear?]

[No... That can't be... He grabs Lucian with all his strength and begins to drag him out of there with all his might(which he can do while being sniped at by the undead and the not-undead alike), which is much faster than his coffin dragging speed]

Lucian I'm not going to let you die here...!

[Oh, Django, you crack him up. Only not really. He wants to tell the kid to just leave him and go but no point telling that to a shounen hero. Lucian's chest and sides are in a lot of pain at this point, and he can just feel his consciousness fading. But by god, he'll attempt to fight it the best he can. Not that he'll win or anything.]

[He wants to do something. He wants to save him. He doesn't want to repeat the same mistake he made with letting Sabata die. No, he'll try. He'll try this time. He won't give up, even if he's dragging a corpse out. He's not going to think about it.]

Stay alive Lucian! I'm not going to let you die here! You still have to spar with me and then we'll have a long talk about Trinity and his hopes and dreams! [he's sounding desperate. he's crying]

Oh for the love of Sol, SOMEONE HELP ME WITH HIM! PLEASE!

[Colette is doing her best to get everyone out, so when she hears a desperate cry for help, she's there. And when she sees Lucian acting... just like Erica, her heart stops again. She kneels down next to Django]

W-what happened?

[Lucian's laughter is weakening ever-so-slightly, and he may even be straining himself from how hard he's laughing now in his condition. But Django's words are still getting to him, and while they gave him the extra boosts to fight his way out of this, it's failing for the most part as he's further losing consciousness and his vitals dropping. He's still awake, but probably for not much longer.]

[he's still trying to drag him out, but he's starting to get weak]

Heal him, help me take him out, oh Sol ANYTHING!

[she nods, trying to keep it together]

I-I don't think we'll make it to the castle in time, he's acting just like Erica... I have some medicine- [yep, she'll be fumbling to get out some lemon gels for you dude :(]

[tears are already streaming down his face even if he doesn't notice. He turns around to set Lucian down a little and force open his mouth]

[As if he needs any help with that, Django. He'll keep laughing, but somehow, he manages to get himself together enough to say something, despite how much of a bad idea it is. Of course the laughing's making it difficult.]

Wh--What a sh-shitty way to go out. [more laughing]

G-Get y--your asses out-- out of here. F-Forget about me.

The "SAVE THE ORPHANS" Charity Ball ; part 4/4

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