Grand rounds

[lexcorp-media.livejournal.com]

"... pending federal investigation. On Wall Street, the reaction was swift as investors passed their own judgment by selling their Myrakel stock, causing the price to drop over 60 points before noon. Price at the closing bell was 2 cents a share. The office of Oregon's US Attorney announced a press conference will be held tomorrow at 9 AM Pacific...."

Dr. Harry Fansler shuts off the radio, then carefully ties off the white garbage bag, now holding every sticky-note pad, every pen, every highlighter, every clipboard, every calendar, every paper clip holder bearing the Myrakel logo. He'll feel better when it's all out of his office.

He hopes.

Still no knowing

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia is taking some time to herself in Portsmouth. She's supposed to get getting in contact with Kilowog but right now, she's sitting on the rooftop of the building, watching the sun rise. There is a small sigh from her as she watches the yellow ball climb up into the blue sky.

She still doesn't know. She still has no idea at all of how she will deal with Hal. She still needs further rest, in order to finish healing. Right this moment she feels that she could sleep for a few days but she's taking peace where she can get it.

Internal Ethics Memos Keep Flying...

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing she stayed topside on the bust.

Sure, the patients were badly in need of a doctor when Arisia dragged them topside. Sure, someone needed to coordinate all the cops and firemen, and completely clueless office workers so no one got stupid.

That's not why.

The docs do good work here. REAL good work.

She kept hearing it over and over as they dragged people away. Then she saw the effect of the "good work." It's always hard for her to look at Mary. Add in the teen kid with the self-injection problem...

There's notes to input in a computer from her latest failure to cure this hell on Earth. She hasn't been able to do anything but go through the basic motions because in her head there are two people fighting over the goings on this week, they keep sounding like Pieter and Ollie, and it's really starting to piss her off. The patients they recovered are not well. It was a serious surprise when she got an e-mail from one of them. The message was the type you can only expect as doctor or a superhero. "Hi, I'll be dead next week. Mind coming by first?" Maybe it was a little more dramatic than that, but for Blaine it was downright understated.

She had to wait for 15 minutes in the car while she braced herself to go in, but go in she does, and acting like it's business as usual.

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[ten-of-six.livejournal.com]

The Batman can do many things. Easily counteract the mind-control apparati that Jervis Tetch can make so easily. See through a well-organized plan to capture all those involved. Beat up pathetic crooks and turn them over to the cops.

He always leaves something out, though. Perhaps the one reminder that he is, in fact, a human. Just a man in a suit.

It's another suit coming today. A lawyer, this time. Or maybe a contingency plan.

Tetch sent his "business card" to every lawyer in that building, after all. Could the Batman really have got them all?

The commotion down the hall quiets as the lawyer approaches Tetch's cell with guards in tow. It's strange, hearing all the madmen and lunatics cease their prattle. Even Harley's insufferable voice becomes a dull murmur.

The door to his room opens, and there stands Mr. Watson. The guards, too, having fallen victim to his sway, make no move of protest as Tetch exits the padded room.

As Tetch and the lawyer move towards the main exit, one sound reverberates down the hall, spoken by each person they encounter.

"Your hat, sir," they mumble.

'Twas brillig in the Asylum. And Tetch himself is outgrabe.