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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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The black sign positioned in front of the Dining Hall's main entrance reads:

New Guest Reception
TODAY
6 PM - 8 PM

All guests welcome


In the Dining Hall itself, the chairs have been pushed up against the walls and the long dining table turned into a buffet stocked with finger foods. At the far end of the room is a small bar serving beer, standard cocktails and non-alcoholic drinks.

Aug. 1st, 2013 07:10 pm
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Ah, the vim and vigor of good, old-fashioned hand-to-hand combat... )

"A ha ha ha ha a ha ha ha ha ha—

Oooh!"

Something grabs at your ankle, stops your freeing free fall.

You laugh louder, coat flapping behind your head, blood rushing to your brain, and you've got a smile on your face.

As your body rotates in slow circles, bound to the will of the Bat's cable, you take a look at your surroundings. Most definitely not Gotham – but you like change. You like chaos. And this place? Wherever it is, it deserves a better class of criminal.

Just where have you found yourself? Why, in a fancy lobby of some sort that you just know will prove to be more entertaining than one of Gordon's plushy little cells will ever be! The potted palms remind you of Hawaii or Barbados or other places you may or may not have been. They look almost as out of place as Harvey Dent in a beauty pageant.

Craning your neck, you look up to see that the Bat's cable is strung around a garishly over-sized chandelier. "Just a candle in the wind," you whisper, and then snort. "Wait-ing for a chance to shine."

You're too far from the ground to simply drop to it unharmed, provided you cared enough to reach up and disentangle yourself from the cable, but that's okay. You're content to spin. It's what you do. You spin truths and show them to the idiotic masses who had never seen the light before. Who had never done anything but keep their heads down, shuffle along, and be little worker bees. But sometimes. Sometimes the hive needs a little…shaking up.

You don't stir. You shake.

"Well, hello, pseudo-tropical paradise."

You will be its agent of chaos and its salvation. What fun to be had!

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