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[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

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[Whelp, there goes the Holiday Spirit.]

[The innuendo was too thinly veiled to miss, and she narrowed her eyes. Dangerously. Normally, she would crack a joke about how he was the wrong Dick for that to be a thing, but she was just pissed off enough that she decided this girl didn't need an actual explanation beyond:]

I don't even remotely see how that's any of your business. Especially since it's not true.

[When she spoke to other individuals about the death(s) that had occurred, she'd felt guilty. Incredibly guilty. Even now, there was that faint twinge in her stomach when it was brought up again.]

And, for the record, yes, I know about what happened. And I'm sorry. I haven't stopped being sorry since it happened. But I don't see what any of that has anything to do with what we're doing right now.

I'm saying to have fun. If you don't want to, then you're right, it's not my business.

[The ignorance is entirely feigned and intentional. Then her voice hardens slightly as she continues.]

You. Because you did it and that makes it at least partially your fault. And you shouldn't forget that. You shouldn't be allowed to just live it down when the people who died can't forget. So until the guy responsible is caught? Everything you do has to do with that, and how you screwed up and failed.

[Her response comes in oddly cool and collected. Eerily neutral.]

I don't suppose it means anything to you that the spell thing was an accident, and that I had absolutely no intentions of anything like that happening ever?

Or would you rather I lock myself up in a prison cell for something I didn't actually do?

What? You didn't mean to be an accessory to murder, so no one should bring it up ever?

No. No, I don't think you should lock yourself up. I think you should help.

What makes you think I haven't been?

You mean besides the costume and Christmas cheer?

Yes. Besides the costume and Christmas cheer.

Maybe the fact that no one I've talked to about the case has mentioned you as someone helping?

But, wow. I was so wrong. That's awesome. So who are you working with?

Edited (icon) 2013-12-12 02:19 (UTC)

Superman.

He's the only person who's actually come to me about it. I mean, I guess the Kents too, in a way, but they don't know as much about my powers as he does. Although, honestly, there's not really much I can do in teams; I've been trying to figure out if there's a way to trace back the magic source and figure out who got what powers, or who's bodies were changed in what way.

Granted, I still don't think this is really the time or place, but since you're the one who brought it up...there you go.

Are you done judging me yet, or do you have more snarky comments to make?

Working with the other accessory instead of the people attacked? Huh. That's.. Wow. That really speaks to me.

[Feel the sarcasm.]

But hey, good job. I hope you can find something.

And I'm sure I'll find more comments in future.

[Okay, this was the part where she snapped. Judge and blame her, fine, but to take it out on Superman?]

Oh, get over yourself.

First you complain that I'm not helping. Then you complain about the fact that I'm not helping in a way that you like. Now you're telling me that Superman should be blamed for something that wasn't even remotely his fault.

I don't suppose you could tell me what you're doing to "help"? Aside from finding anybody you can to blame.

[She rolls her eyes.]

You're both accessories, but neither of you is the killer. I mean, not that I know of, at least. Sure, I'd rather you help the Kents, but if you're helping Superman, then great. Maybe you two can figure out what the people who were attacked can't with all those extra clues you have by not cooperating.

I'm only placing blame where there's blame to be placed. And I could tell you, yeah, but I would hate to find out that you're actually in on it and then I gave away the people doing the real investigation. If something happened to them, then I'd be partially responsible too, you know?

No. We're not.

Accessories implies that I actually meant for all this to take place. That I purposely gave a murderer superpowers so that he or she could potentially risk hurting people I care about here.

I'm sorry that whatever happened to you happened, but you know what? I'm tired of people trying to make me feel even worse because I'm not saying sorry fast enough. You heard what I have to say. Take it or leave it.

You don't get it. It has nothing to do with you saying sorry. If you actually feel bad for your involuntary manslaughter - which I figured sounded more harsh than calling you an accessory - then do something about it.

And you obviously haven't heard a word I said.

You know what, you? Forget it. I don't need your approval, and I sure as heck don't really want it if this is what it takes to try and get two sentence through that thick skull of yours. Enjoy being bitter.

[With that, she abruptly ends the feed so she can go back to her party. After excusing herself for a few minutes to cool off, that is....]

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