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etrayalogs2025-06-30 01:05 am
restingstitchface) wrote in etrayalogs2025-06-30 01:05 am
down pale corridors of routine
WHO: Crane and You
WHEN: June & July
WHERE: Arkham Asylum
WHAT: Investigating
WARNINGS: Psychological Abuse
[Hidden amongst the urban sprawl covering the harbour from one end to the other, visible only from the correct vantage point, stands the utilitarian and unadorned psychiatric hospital that is Arkham Asylum.
The interior is cold in atmosphere and appearance, with dim corridors and exposed bricks and stones, reflecting its stark and monolithic design. Public access is restricted to designated administrative and visitation areas. Outpatient wards are accessible to those willing to remove keys from reception. Access to patient rooms, staff offices and laboratories is restricted to those with proper clearance - or the equipment and skills to break inside. But they will discover any evidence of illegal dealings has been cleared from the site.
The old hydrotherapy room beneath the asylum has been repurposed by Jonathan Crane into a research laboratory. This restricted area is part of a labyrinthine basement that is extremely tough to navigate. The basement runs beneath the asylum and is connected to the water mains that run throughout Nova City.
Crane is working inside his office one day, categorising notes and organising them into folders. Come the afternoon, he is sorting chemicals inside a laboratory on one of the upper floors. Come the evening, he is descending a stairwell and heading into the basement.
His routine becomes persistent, repetitive, predictable. The pattern draws people deeper into the web that is his asylum. Let them come. Let them get tangled. It might make life here more interesting. Certainly such a dangerous life would be more fascinating than attending the beach or camp and making friends and singing songs around the fire.]
WHEN: June & July
WHERE: Arkham Asylum
WHAT: Investigating
WARNINGS: Psychological Abuse
[Hidden amongst the urban sprawl covering the harbour from one end to the other, visible only from the correct vantage point, stands the utilitarian and unadorned psychiatric hospital that is Arkham Asylum.
The interior is cold in atmosphere and appearance, with dim corridors and exposed bricks and stones, reflecting its stark and monolithic design. Public access is restricted to designated administrative and visitation areas. Outpatient wards are accessible to those willing to remove keys from reception. Access to patient rooms, staff offices and laboratories is restricted to those with proper clearance - or the equipment and skills to break inside. But they will discover any evidence of illegal dealings has been cleared from the site.
The old hydrotherapy room beneath the asylum has been repurposed by Jonathan Crane into a research laboratory. This restricted area is part of a labyrinthine basement that is extremely tough to navigate. The basement runs beneath the asylum and is connected to the water mains that run throughout Nova City.
Crane is working inside his office one day, categorising notes and organising them into folders. Come the afternoon, he is sorting chemicals inside a laboratory on one of the upper floors. Come the evening, he is descending a stairwell and heading into the basement.
His routine becomes persistent, repetitive, predictable. The pattern draws people deeper into the web that is his asylum. Let them come. Let them get tangled. It might make life here more interesting. Certainly such a dangerous life would be more fascinating than attending the beach or camp and making friends and singing songs around the fire.]
no subject
A bottle of liquor in hand, too. He knows of some etiquette, event though he chooses when to indulge in it, and when to disregard it. Crane seemed the type to find a nicety... well. Amusing. Silco certainly isn't doing it to butter him up. He doesn't even care if Crane drinks.
It's always an appropriate distraction, at the very least.
He doesn't bother with looking at the wards, or exploring on his own, but he does knock at his office door. A sharp rap to catch his attention. Knock knock, Doctor Crane. Time to hang with your
bestiebusiness partner and talk shop ]no subject
Not the legal ones, anyway.
He holds the door open until his business partner has stepped inside, then he gestures towards the desk towards the ill-lit corner of the room. There are no personal effects to notice. Anywhere.]
Vodka. Nice choice.
[Though he prefers gasoline. The only bad thing about alcohol is being unable to set it aflame without the correct percentage.]