Post by looker on Feb 26, 2015 14:01:15 GMT -5
FelicitySmoak: Felicity was glad to have her hair prepared in one of her tight ponytails as Barry ran through the streets of Gotham. How had Captain Cold
ended up so far fromm Central City? "Oh thank god I remembered my fire blanket. It's not the best time to have my clothes burn off." Flash had set her down
next to a coffee shop on a main road. It was another level of geek that she was not ready for. "This is a little different than the Arrow-cave, but it'll have to do. I'll
contact you via headset. For now I'll do a sweep of the city via satellite. If I find anything at the temperature of absolute zero I will let you know." Felicity smiled
at Barry before waving. "Good luck. Stay safe." -e-
Captain Cold: Leonard clicked his tongue with a crack of his back. He tightened the grasp of the necktie dangling from his neck, perfectly complementing his
tuxedo. He walked up towards the man guarding the entrance to the art gallery. He looked up at the building in front of him, the walls seemed to remind him of
every vampire movie he had ever seen in his life, and a single gargoyle perched at the very top. To Snart, the view of Gotham seemed to completely contrast
Central City. "I hate Gotham." he whispered under his breath.
"DeVere." Cold's voice was calmer than expected, especially coming from a man who was about to crash one of gotham's most prestige art galleries, but
Leonard had been in bigger parties.
"Welcome Mr. DeVere." the man spoke as he motioned his hand over the metal detector. Cold didn't hesitate to walk in. "It's good to have you visit." he
nodded and unhooked the red fence, allowing Captain Cold to enter the building.
Captain Cold: The place felt lively, and deep in his heart he didn't want to just ruin the vibe, but the money offered to him was too big to turn down. Everything
seemed like a jackson pollock painting, from the maze like structure of the walls that held the paintings to the number of people inside, which to him felt like
hundreds. Leonard knew that he could use that same maze-like walls to his advantage, but it would come to his aid later. The chandelier dangling from high
above his head was dimly lit, but the snow goggles he kept in his pocket was tinkered to adjust with the mood of the area around him.
Leonard wanted to smile in his success, but in his mind, his pride was not as big as the heist, at least not yet. Inside the building were tons of artworks
peppered on the walls.
Captain Cold: The thief knew exactly how much each and every one of those artworks cost. "Three hundred thousand dollars." he whispered to himself as he
eye balled a very noticable painting of a moose. "But not big enough." he added as he continued his stroll through the gallery.
"Excuse me." he walked up to a waiter, serving different mixes of cocktails. "Do you know where the bathroom is?" Leonard knew exactly where everything
was. Seven weeks of planning definitely meant that he knew every crack and crevice of the building.
"Over there sir." the waiter replied with a friendly smile.
Leonard nodded his head and headed towards the bathroom. As he swung the door open he pulled out a small pocket knife that was heavily covered with
plastic in order for it to get past the metal detector. "Step One: Create the cold gun." he smiled to himself knowing he could recreate the cold gun with
everyday supplies.
Captain Cold: -e-
The Flash: As Barry set Felicity down inside the cafe he immediately plugged in everything Felicity needed. It wasn't his place to just take Felicity from her
team, but Barry needed her now. It wasn't everyday that Captain Cold would use Gotham as his playing ground, and Barry knew that there was definitely a
bigger picture than Snart wanting to steal another object worth hundreds, even thousands of dollars. "Felicity, listen." he grabbed her shoulders, "If something
happens do not hesitate to call for my help do you understand?" his bue eyes locked with hers for a short period of time before he pulled away and rushed out
of the building without spilling any coffee of the customers on the way out.
The Flash: "Felicity!" Barry called out to his radio device attatched to his earpiece, "Have you heard of Batman?" he wondered as he ran around as fast as he
could, looking at each person he passes by carefully."He really doesn't like others in his city." his voice cracked a bit, "So we have to work fast....like
lightspeed fast." -e-
The Flash: *passed
FelicitySmoak: Call for help. Yeah the millions of times she had been kidnapped, surrounded, hacked, etc. would have taught her a lesson by now. Felicity
was more worried about Barry. His superspeed and body could be broken down by the ice from the cold gun. "Batman? Next you're going to tell me that there's
vampires in this city too. I think we can end this quickly depending on Snark's plan...which...we don't actually know about. Okay, so yeah we should hurry."
Felicity was about to make a sweep for below zero temperatures when she realized that the scan might not pick up the cold gun if it wasn't put together. "I'm
not picking up any distress calls or sub-zero temperatures. You're going to have to do a sweep the old-fashioned way. Meanwhile I will try to tap some phone
lines." -e-
Kate Kane: Batwoman still had no clue what that substance was that led to a rather grizzly death. Neither had she found out a way to counteract the poison's
effects if it were to be used on someone tonight. What she had found out, however, was that a stockpile of the stuff was to be sold tonight at a vernissage.
Strolling through the hallways and rooms that displayed the paintings that would be up for auction later that night, Kate wasn't in her uniform, of course.
Instead, she had donned the battle dress of the Gotham socialite: black peep toe heels - not too high, however, she was tall enough as it was - and a
diagonally cut black dress that closed up high in front, while showing her back until below the shoulder blades. Her most important accessory in her disguise
however was that semi-amused smile every rich kid in this town wore when having to attend to a party that was, in their opinion, more dull than entertaining.
Kate Kane: While she sipped some champagne and pretended to be listening to her friend Evan's explanations of some painting she had already forgotten the
name of, her mind went back to the restroom down the hall. Inside a vent, she had secured a backpack with the equipment necessary to gear up fast and take
pursuit once she could ID the buyer. "Kate?" Came Evan's voice from her side and she smiled warmly at him. "You haven't been listening, at all, have you!" He
said in that reproachful tone of his that had annoyed her ever since. But what annoyed him even more was not being repentant. So her warm smile became a
grin and she said "You know me, of course, I haven't! Excuse me, I'll mix and mingle for a while." Chuckling to herself, she turned away. Not having a clue
which of the needles in the hay stack was the one you were after didn't make things easier. She did her best to hide it, but her eyes roamed around,
scrutinizing each face that passed her by.
Kate Kane: -e-
Looker: Cold, dead, flesh. This time it wasn't her own. A body lay lifeless in the corner of a crowded bar. "Don't worry! He's just wasted! I'll walk him home and
be back in a Flash!" A group of men practically whinned at her as she took the body outside. "Damn this is the sixth one this week." There were no signs of
trauma as far as she could tell. The other bodies had been the same. Internally there had most likely been organ failure which would explain why the bodies
had started to rot so quickly. But there was something more going on, something microscopic. Emily was no biologist, but the symptoms that the bodies
displayed were something close to a virus. "Who the hell would bring pathogenic warfare to Gotham?" -e-
Looker just saw that was significantly less than she expected. Flips her keyboard!
The Flash: "You'd be surprised Felicity." he added as he zoomed farther into the heart of Gotham, "Werewolves, Werebats, weird big crocodile humans, this
place is like a freak show." Barry ran towards a high enough building in order for him to get a decent view of the city. Everything was dark, his eyes had a
difficult time adjusting to the darkness. "It's not as bright as Central City." he told Felicity through the radio, "Speaking of which...Felicity! Is there anything
grand or big that's being held in gotham today? Like a celebrity dinner party or something?"he shook his head, "Or at least anything to the caliber?" -e-
FelicitySmoak: "Let's see..." Felicit began to tap at her keyboard, " There's a fireman's calendar shoot--erm I don't think that's what you're looking for. Gotham
is weird. Oh here! There's a gala at the art gallery. It's some sort of charity event. What makes you think he'd be there?" Felicity began a sweep of the building
by tapping into a few cameras. "I'm going to do a scan for temperature variance this time. Hopefully by the time it's complete we can catch him." There were
way too many people in that building for her to actually single out Snark. If he was in there it would be difficult for Barry to get around and corner him. "Barry
you're going to stick out like a sore thumb in there. Make sure you find some cover. The lowest attendance rate is in the Egyptian gallery." -e-
Sue: There, once again she was looking through the windows of a car. Didn't she already mentioned that she hated that, though her manager seemed not to
care at all. The Driver, John, in the front kept looking through the rear-view mirror, smiling at her. He seemed to be rather amused today, she wasn't and her
expression gave it away. She had not asked to go to such an event, but he had pushed her. 'It will give you the chance to meet the right people, reporters will
be there and you'd leave a good impression.' he said to her earlier this morning on the phone. There she was, she could already see the building as the driver
pulled around to park. John left the car first, walking around to open the door for her. She hesitated for a second before slipping both her feet out of the car, her
heels would crunch lightly on the sandy ground. Her hair was pulled back into a lose bun, a few strands of her hair though would fall to each side of her
temples. -c-
Sue: Her make-up was neat, nothing to special, beside the dark colored outlines of her eyes that was to compliment her emerald orbs. The dress she wore
was perfectly set for a Gala. It was a long white Tahari, sparkling sequins decorated the front part of the dress, at the lower part of it was a hinted train. John
lead her towards the entrance, the front guard letting them pass rather quickly before John would lean in closer."I will be waiting, right there in the Car. Have
fun, Ms.Jones." he said departing, leaving her alone. She couldn't help but feel lost in the crowed of people, she had not even had time to look at anything else
but was quickly caught by this one picture on the right side of the Hall. A Moose, she thought: 'Who the hell would draw a darn Moose, not very creative.' Her
head would slightly shake, taking a walk to look around, at the people, at the gallery itself and sometimes she would look at the art, that wasn't that good at
all. -c-
Sue: What did she know about art, really, she didn't knew anything at all. She never really cared. It was a very big Hall, there was a lot to see or not to see by
all those people that were there. After she walked a good few inches a waiter would cross her way, offering her something to drink."Thank you."She would
respond, taking one of the offered cocktail from the plate. As soon as he had appeared he would be gone again, leaving her to her drink and boredom. Lifting
the glass to her lips she found her way quickly through the mass, starring now at the Moose. "Damn..."she whispered."Who would actually pay that much for
such an ugly Moose." she said, looking at the art right next to the Moose.-e-
Captain Cold: Leonard cut a small hole around the pipe under the sink and started to work on his cold gun. The only drawback of creating the gun without the
proper materials is that it doesn't work as well as it was meant to. Luckily for him, the framework of his plan didn't require the full potential of the gun.
He lifted the finished produckt and admired it for a second,his face seemed to be very pleased of his own work. "Beautiful." he then strapped it to his belt and
made sure that it was as concealed as good as possible. "Proceeding to Phase Two: Locate the pathogen." he whispered once again under his breath.
Captain Cold was not the type of thief who would endanger lives without having full control of whether or not his hostages would live or die, so he made sure
that whenever he'd handle the virus he would do it with utmost care. For his sake, and everyone else's. He exited that bathroom and immediately grabbed a
mojito from the waiter. Leonard took a swig and snarled, "Damn girly drinks."
Captain Cold: Captain Cold knew that the vile would be hidden somewhere deep within the building, somewhere that none of the people invited would be able
to reach. He knew he needed to reach the top floor of the building without alerting anyone, especially not Gotham's Knight. To stir the attention of the dark
knight was to throw away the entire operation. Leonard walked up towards the elevator. "Sorry sir." another man was posted next to it. "But guests are only
allowed on the ground floor."
"Well, you see..." Leonard pulled a small needle from his cuffs, "I'm not just a guest." he pierced the man's wrist with the needle almost inconspiciously. "The
needle's riddled with a special cold serum that would freeze your feet solid, meaning you can't move. And it also shuts down your motor skills." he grinned as
he walked inside the elevator, "Don't worry...it's just temporary." -e-
The Flash: He clicked his tongue and changed into his normal clothes to divert attention away from him. He then rushed to an alley beside the cafe Felicity
was in, before casually walking inside. "Felicity." he spoke in a soft tone so that no one but the two of them would here, "I can't just rush in anywhere without
attracting attention. Even if I run incredibly fast to avoid grabbing people's eyes, my speed would still make them notice me." he bit his lower lip, "We're gonna
have to wait and make sure that Cold is definitely inside that Gala." he took a deep breath and gave off a big sigh, "I hate waiting."
The Flash: -e-
The Flash: *hear
FelicitySmoak: "Oh gosh this is some DSL internet kind of slow. How long has it been? Oh yeah, twenty years." Felicity shivered upon remembering the
sound of dial-up internet. "A-Anyway. Yeah we're going to have to wait it out. I'm not getting any suspicious activity anywhere else." This was going to get
messy. Snark was either in a big building crowded with hundreds of potential hostages or wandering about the streets of Gotham turning this whole situation
into the Disney movie Frozen. Felicity shook her head after picturing Snark sing Let It Go. "Well my mind was way off track. We should get you some food
before the big push. What are you in the mood for?" -e-
Kate Kane: Staying sober at these kinds of parties was next to impossible. Sure, the drinks weren't the strongest around but the sheer amount of times you
had to raise them and have a drink accounted for that. Kate knew most of the people here and hence, most of the people wanted to force small talk on her.
She was experienced enough to make meaningless comments to even more meaningless questions. She was that experienced in this mockery of socilaizing
that she could in fact use the time to study those few people that she hadn't met before.
Kate Kane: Her mixing and mingling had taken her into the hall. Glasses were raised, toasts were said, sips were had, idle chatter was made. And still there
was nothing suspicious happening in the corner's of her eyes. Kate said her good byes to the small group and walked down towards the restroom where her
gear was hidden. There was always the slight chance of someone finding her secret stash. There was nothing that would link the stuff to herself, of course. But
just losing it to someone who might use the tech against her would just be a pain. That meant, she had to make regular stops to make sure everything was
still in place... or gamble. Kate hated gambling. As she passed the 'ugly moose', she heard a woman say "Who would actually pay that much for such an ugly
Moose." Smirking to herself, as she ha wondered that too, she answered "People like you and me. Just with a lot less taste!"
Kate Kane: -e-
Looker: Looker felt a chill in the air. What was that? She looked up from the body and followed a trail of what looked like ice. "Joe, did you smoke?" Of
course, she could smell the tobacco on his clothing. He must have gotten attacked when he had gone outside. "The wife's not going to be happy." The
red-head followed the trail of ice to the corner of the street. Looker could only assume that there were two different weapons to trace. From the corner of the
street she could hear the sounds of s string quartet. Where was that coming from? Her head turned to look upon the art gallery which was oddly busy tonight.
There must have been some sort of gala. Perhaps her ground zero had wandered into the building for further infection. Great, it was time to put on a face and
do some under-cover work as Emily. Luckily for the crowd she wasn't in her clubbing gear. "Let's get this party started." -e-
Looker thinks we should do one more round after this and then we can continue later.
Sue: The voice of a women would reach her ears, a twist of her head would bring her body along to turn around. Her lips would hold a light smile as, the answer
she was receiving, was amusing her quiet a lot. "Well, I really don't know who is more crazy then, the person who actually finds it appealing or the one who
thought of it and drew it." she responded, nodding her head along a little. Her eyebrows were raised, eyeing the women in front of her. She really didn't knew
anyone around, maybe a few faces were familiar but nothing more then that. The women in front of her was rather pretty. They had not met before, she had not
seen her ever. That might be only because she had not been long in Gothem yet. She seemed to have at least the same taste as herself, no Mooses.-c-
Sue: Sue would have to eye the other woman's dress first, it was kind of cliché though 'Clothes make People'. The soft smile that was still on her lips would
grow into a rather big one. She was interested, maybe it had not been a bad idea to come here in the first place." My name is Ariel, Ariel Jones. Mostly known
as Sue though." She said, knowing she might not be none by many yet."May I ask for your name, Miss?" -e-
ended up so far fromm Central City? "Oh thank god I remembered my fire blanket. It's not the best time to have my clothes burn off." Flash had set her down
next to a coffee shop on a main road. It was another level of geek that she was not ready for. "This is a little different than the Arrow-cave, but it'll have to do. I'll
contact you via headset. For now I'll do a sweep of the city via satellite. If I find anything at the temperature of absolute zero I will let you know." Felicity smiled
at Barry before waving. "Good luck. Stay safe." -e-
Captain Cold: Leonard clicked his tongue with a crack of his back. He tightened the grasp of the necktie dangling from his neck, perfectly complementing his
tuxedo. He walked up towards the man guarding the entrance to the art gallery. He looked up at the building in front of him, the walls seemed to remind him of
every vampire movie he had ever seen in his life, and a single gargoyle perched at the very top. To Snart, the view of Gotham seemed to completely contrast
Central City. "I hate Gotham." he whispered under his breath.
"DeVere." Cold's voice was calmer than expected, especially coming from a man who was about to crash one of gotham's most prestige art galleries, but
Leonard had been in bigger parties.
"Welcome Mr. DeVere." the man spoke as he motioned his hand over the metal detector. Cold didn't hesitate to walk in. "It's good to have you visit." he
nodded and unhooked the red fence, allowing Captain Cold to enter the building.
Captain Cold: The place felt lively, and deep in his heart he didn't want to just ruin the vibe, but the money offered to him was too big to turn down. Everything
seemed like a jackson pollock painting, from the maze like structure of the walls that held the paintings to the number of people inside, which to him felt like
hundreds. Leonard knew that he could use that same maze-like walls to his advantage, but it would come to his aid later. The chandelier dangling from high
above his head was dimly lit, but the snow goggles he kept in his pocket was tinkered to adjust with the mood of the area around him.
Leonard wanted to smile in his success, but in his mind, his pride was not as big as the heist, at least not yet. Inside the building were tons of artworks
peppered on the walls.
Captain Cold: The thief knew exactly how much each and every one of those artworks cost. "Three hundred thousand dollars." he whispered to himself as he
eye balled a very noticable painting of a moose. "But not big enough." he added as he continued his stroll through the gallery.
"Excuse me." he walked up to a waiter, serving different mixes of cocktails. "Do you know where the bathroom is?" Leonard knew exactly where everything
was. Seven weeks of planning definitely meant that he knew every crack and crevice of the building.
"Over there sir." the waiter replied with a friendly smile.
Leonard nodded his head and headed towards the bathroom. As he swung the door open he pulled out a small pocket knife that was heavily covered with
plastic in order for it to get past the metal detector. "Step One: Create the cold gun." he smiled to himself knowing he could recreate the cold gun with
everyday supplies.
Captain Cold: -e-
The Flash: As Barry set Felicity down inside the cafe he immediately plugged in everything Felicity needed. It wasn't his place to just take Felicity from her
team, but Barry needed her now. It wasn't everyday that Captain Cold would use Gotham as his playing ground, and Barry knew that there was definitely a
bigger picture than Snart wanting to steal another object worth hundreds, even thousands of dollars. "Felicity, listen." he grabbed her shoulders, "If something
happens do not hesitate to call for my help do you understand?" his bue eyes locked with hers for a short period of time before he pulled away and rushed out
of the building without spilling any coffee of the customers on the way out.
The Flash: "Felicity!" Barry called out to his radio device attatched to his earpiece, "Have you heard of Batman?" he wondered as he ran around as fast as he
could, looking at each person he passes by carefully."He really doesn't like others in his city." his voice cracked a bit, "So we have to work fast....like
lightspeed fast." -e-
The Flash: *passed
FelicitySmoak: Call for help. Yeah the millions of times she had been kidnapped, surrounded, hacked, etc. would have taught her a lesson by now. Felicity
was more worried about Barry. His superspeed and body could be broken down by the ice from the cold gun. "Batman? Next you're going to tell me that there's
vampires in this city too. I think we can end this quickly depending on Snark's plan...which...we don't actually know about. Okay, so yeah we should hurry."
Felicity was about to make a sweep for below zero temperatures when she realized that the scan might not pick up the cold gun if it wasn't put together. "I'm
not picking up any distress calls or sub-zero temperatures. You're going to have to do a sweep the old-fashioned way. Meanwhile I will try to tap some phone
lines." -e-
Kate Kane: Batwoman still had no clue what that substance was that led to a rather grizzly death. Neither had she found out a way to counteract the poison's
effects if it were to be used on someone tonight. What she had found out, however, was that a stockpile of the stuff was to be sold tonight at a vernissage.
Strolling through the hallways and rooms that displayed the paintings that would be up for auction later that night, Kate wasn't in her uniform, of course.
Instead, she had donned the battle dress of the Gotham socialite: black peep toe heels - not too high, however, she was tall enough as it was - and a
diagonally cut black dress that closed up high in front, while showing her back until below the shoulder blades. Her most important accessory in her disguise
however was that semi-amused smile every rich kid in this town wore when having to attend to a party that was, in their opinion, more dull than entertaining.
Kate Kane: While she sipped some champagne and pretended to be listening to her friend Evan's explanations of some painting she had already forgotten the
name of, her mind went back to the restroom down the hall. Inside a vent, she had secured a backpack with the equipment necessary to gear up fast and take
pursuit once she could ID the buyer. "Kate?" Came Evan's voice from her side and she smiled warmly at him. "You haven't been listening, at all, have you!" He
said in that reproachful tone of his that had annoyed her ever since. But what annoyed him even more was not being repentant. So her warm smile became a
grin and she said "You know me, of course, I haven't! Excuse me, I'll mix and mingle for a while." Chuckling to herself, she turned away. Not having a clue
which of the needles in the hay stack was the one you were after didn't make things easier. She did her best to hide it, but her eyes roamed around,
scrutinizing each face that passed her by.
Kate Kane: -e-
Looker: Cold, dead, flesh. This time it wasn't her own. A body lay lifeless in the corner of a crowded bar. "Don't worry! He's just wasted! I'll walk him home and
be back in a Flash!" A group of men practically whinned at her as she took the body outside. "Damn this is the sixth one this week." There were no signs of
trauma as far as she could tell. The other bodies had been the same. Internally there had most likely been organ failure which would explain why the bodies
had started to rot so quickly. But there was something more going on, something microscopic. Emily was no biologist, but the symptoms that the bodies
displayed were something close to a virus. "Who the hell would bring pathogenic warfare to Gotham?" -e-
Looker just saw that was significantly less than she expected. Flips her keyboard!
The Flash: "You'd be surprised Felicity." he added as he zoomed farther into the heart of Gotham, "Werewolves, Werebats, weird big crocodile humans, this
place is like a freak show." Barry ran towards a high enough building in order for him to get a decent view of the city. Everything was dark, his eyes had a
difficult time adjusting to the darkness. "It's not as bright as Central City." he told Felicity through the radio, "Speaking of which...Felicity! Is there anything
grand or big that's being held in gotham today? Like a celebrity dinner party or something?"he shook his head, "Or at least anything to the caliber?" -e-
FelicitySmoak: "Let's see..." Felicit began to tap at her keyboard, " There's a fireman's calendar shoot--erm I don't think that's what you're looking for. Gotham
is weird. Oh here! There's a gala at the art gallery. It's some sort of charity event. What makes you think he'd be there?" Felicity began a sweep of the building
by tapping into a few cameras. "I'm going to do a scan for temperature variance this time. Hopefully by the time it's complete we can catch him." There were
way too many people in that building for her to actually single out Snark. If he was in there it would be difficult for Barry to get around and corner him. "Barry
you're going to stick out like a sore thumb in there. Make sure you find some cover. The lowest attendance rate is in the Egyptian gallery." -e-
Sue: There, once again she was looking through the windows of a car. Didn't she already mentioned that she hated that, though her manager seemed not to
care at all. The Driver, John, in the front kept looking through the rear-view mirror, smiling at her. He seemed to be rather amused today, she wasn't and her
expression gave it away. She had not asked to go to such an event, but he had pushed her. 'It will give you the chance to meet the right people, reporters will
be there and you'd leave a good impression.' he said to her earlier this morning on the phone. There she was, she could already see the building as the driver
pulled around to park. John left the car first, walking around to open the door for her. She hesitated for a second before slipping both her feet out of the car, her
heels would crunch lightly on the sandy ground. Her hair was pulled back into a lose bun, a few strands of her hair though would fall to each side of her
temples. -c-
Sue: Her make-up was neat, nothing to special, beside the dark colored outlines of her eyes that was to compliment her emerald orbs. The dress she wore
was perfectly set for a Gala. It was a long white Tahari, sparkling sequins decorated the front part of the dress, at the lower part of it was a hinted train. John
lead her towards the entrance, the front guard letting them pass rather quickly before John would lean in closer."I will be waiting, right there in the Car. Have
fun, Ms.Jones." he said departing, leaving her alone. She couldn't help but feel lost in the crowed of people, she had not even had time to look at anything else
but was quickly caught by this one picture on the right side of the Hall. A Moose, she thought: 'Who the hell would draw a darn Moose, not very creative.' Her
head would slightly shake, taking a walk to look around, at the people, at the gallery itself and sometimes she would look at the art, that wasn't that good at
all. -c-
Sue: What did she know about art, really, she didn't knew anything at all. She never really cared. It was a very big Hall, there was a lot to see or not to see by
all those people that were there. After she walked a good few inches a waiter would cross her way, offering her something to drink."Thank you."She would
respond, taking one of the offered cocktail from the plate. As soon as he had appeared he would be gone again, leaving her to her drink and boredom. Lifting
the glass to her lips she found her way quickly through the mass, starring now at the Moose. "Damn..."she whispered."Who would actually pay that much for
such an ugly Moose." she said, looking at the art right next to the Moose.-e-
Captain Cold: Leonard cut a small hole around the pipe under the sink and started to work on his cold gun. The only drawback of creating the gun without the
proper materials is that it doesn't work as well as it was meant to. Luckily for him, the framework of his plan didn't require the full potential of the gun.
He lifted the finished produckt and admired it for a second,his face seemed to be very pleased of his own work. "Beautiful." he then strapped it to his belt and
made sure that it was as concealed as good as possible. "Proceeding to Phase Two: Locate the pathogen." he whispered once again under his breath.
Captain Cold was not the type of thief who would endanger lives without having full control of whether or not his hostages would live or die, so he made sure
that whenever he'd handle the virus he would do it with utmost care. For his sake, and everyone else's. He exited that bathroom and immediately grabbed a
mojito from the waiter. Leonard took a swig and snarled, "Damn girly drinks."
Captain Cold: Captain Cold knew that the vile would be hidden somewhere deep within the building, somewhere that none of the people invited would be able
to reach. He knew he needed to reach the top floor of the building without alerting anyone, especially not Gotham's Knight. To stir the attention of the dark
knight was to throw away the entire operation. Leonard walked up towards the elevator. "Sorry sir." another man was posted next to it. "But guests are only
allowed on the ground floor."
"Well, you see..." Leonard pulled a small needle from his cuffs, "I'm not just a guest." he pierced the man's wrist with the needle almost inconspiciously. "The
needle's riddled with a special cold serum that would freeze your feet solid, meaning you can't move. And it also shuts down your motor skills." he grinned as
he walked inside the elevator, "Don't worry...it's just temporary." -e-
The Flash: He clicked his tongue and changed into his normal clothes to divert attention away from him. He then rushed to an alley beside the cafe Felicity
was in, before casually walking inside. "Felicity." he spoke in a soft tone so that no one but the two of them would here, "I can't just rush in anywhere without
attracting attention. Even if I run incredibly fast to avoid grabbing people's eyes, my speed would still make them notice me." he bit his lower lip, "We're gonna
have to wait and make sure that Cold is definitely inside that Gala." he took a deep breath and gave off a big sigh, "I hate waiting."
The Flash: -e-
The Flash: *hear
FelicitySmoak: "Oh gosh this is some DSL internet kind of slow. How long has it been? Oh yeah, twenty years." Felicity shivered upon remembering the
sound of dial-up internet. "A-Anyway. Yeah we're going to have to wait it out. I'm not getting any suspicious activity anywhere else." This was going to get
messy. Snark was either in a big building crowded with hundreds of potential hostages or wandering about the streets of Gotham turning this whole situation
into the Disney movie Frozen. Felicity shook her head after picturing Snark sing Let It Go. "Well my mind was way off track. We should get you some food
before the big push. What are you in the mood for?" -e-
Kate Kane: Staying sober at these kinds of parties was next to impossible. Sure, the drinks weren't the strongest around but the sheer amount of times you
had to raise them and have a drink accounted for that. Kate knew most of the people here and hence, most of the people wanted to force small talk on her.
She was experienced enough to make meaningless comments to even more meaningless questions. She was that experienced in this mockery of socilaizing
that she could in fact use the time to study those few people that she hadn't met before.
Kate Kane: Her mixing and mingling had taken her into the hall. Glasses were raised, toasts were said, sips were had, idle chatter was made. And still there
was nothing suspicious happening in the corner's of her eyes. Kate said her good byes to the small group and walked down towards the restroom where her
gear was hidden. There was always the slight chance of someone finding her secret stash. There was nothing that would link the stuff to herself, of course. But
just losing it to someone who might use the tech against her would just be a pain. That meant, she had to make regular stops to make sure everything was
still in place... or gamble. Kate hated gambling. As she passed the 'ugly moose', she heard a woman say "Who would actually pay that much for such an ugly
Moose." Smirking to herself, as she ha wondered that too, she answered "People like you and me. Just with a lot less taste!"
Kate Kane: -e-
Looker: Looker felt a chill in the air. What was that? She looked up from the body and followed a trail of what looked like ice. "Joe, did you smoke?" Of
course, she could smell the tobacco on his clothing. He must have gotten attacked when he had gone outside. "The wife's not going to be happy." The
red-head followed the trail of ice to the corner of the street. Looker could only assume that there were two different weapons to trace. From the corner of the
street she could hear the sounds of s string quartet. Where was that coming from? Her head turned to look upon the art gallery which was oddly busy tonight.
There must have been some sort of gala. Perhaps her ground zero had wandered into the building for further infection. Great, it was time to put on a face and
do some under-cover work as Emily. Luckily for the crowd she wasn't in her clubbing gear. "Let's get this party started." -e-
Looker thinks we should do one more round after this and then we can continue later.
Sue: The voice of a women would reach her ears, a twist of her head would bring her body along to turn around. Her lips would hold a light smile as, the answer
she was receiving, was amusing her quiet a lot. "Well, I really don't know who is more crazy then, the person who actually finds it appealing or the one who
thought of it and drew it." she responded, nodding her head along a little. Her eyebrows were raised, eyeing the women in front of her. She really didn't knew
anyone around, maybe a few faces were familiar but nothing more then that. The women in front of her was rather pretty. They had not met before, she had not
seen her ever. That might be only because she had not been long in Gothem yet. She seemed to have at least the same taste as herself, no Mooses.-c-
Sue: Sue would have to eye the other woman's dress first, it was kind of cliché though 'Clothes make People'. The soft smile that was still on her lips would
grow into a rather big one. She was interested, maybe it had not been a bad idea to come here in the first place." My name is Ariel, Ariel Jones. Mostly known
as Sue though." She said, knowing she might not be none by many yet."May I ask for your name, Miss?" -e-