the realignment meme... realignmement?

[illbebach]

THE REALIGNMENT MEME

>>> OH NO YOU'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO RADIOACTIVE ANTIMATTER FROM THE EIGHTH DIMENSION AND NOW YOU'RE THE OPPOSITE MORAL ALIGNMENT THAT YOU USUALLY ARE. But don't worry! There are ways to cure that!

THE RULES

01 POST AS YOUR CHARACTER STATING WHAT MORAL ALIGNMENT YOUR CHARACTER HAS SWITCHED TO. This can be the binary Good/Evil or something more nuanced like along the D&D spectrum, just as long as it's an approximate opposite of what your character is normally like, morally speaking.
02 COMMENT TO OTHER PEOPLE either anonymously or logged in TELLING THEM WHO TO CURE! So you'll comment to X's character with Y's name + the curing method number as listed below. Specify if you want X to be realigned as well in that thread OTHERWISE assume X is normal.
03 THREAD OUT THE SCENARIO FOR AT LEAST FIVE COMMENTS otherwise you will have failed curing dear, dear Y -- and how can you live with that guilt??
04 HAVE A TERRIBLY FUN TIME.

THE CURES

1] Physical intimacy. Either hugging or kissing or second base, there's only one rule: it must be a sincere effort.
2] Take them hostage. The only way to reverse the effects of scientifically sound radioactive antimatter from the eighth dimension is to kidnap the patient and hope they develop Stockholm Syndrome, or come to their senses.
3] Self-sacrifice. The only way to bring them back is to let them kill you/maim you. Or make them kill you/maim you.
4] Interrogation. You MUST force them to reveal a secret about themselves, or they'll be stuck this way forever. You can be as kind and persuasive or as Orwellian as you need to be.
5] Make them laugh. If you can make them laugh, you've reversed this unseemly and totally realistic ailment!
6] Therapy. Convince them that talking this out is the best solution -- because it's the only way to save them!
7] Confess your true feelings ABOUT THEM to them! The truth will set someone free.
8] Wait, you actually already have a magicscience/deus ex machina cure! But you have to FORCE the serum into them, by ANY MEANS.
9] Good old fashion smack around. Yes BEATING PEOPLE UP, isn't that what heroes do?!

Comments

LAWFUL NEUTRAL

[enigmaestro]

[Because normally he WOULD use torture for pleasure! And smear it across authority's face (sorry Mitchell).]

[viced]

[ Well, he liked Edward better the other way, honestly. There's so much potential, right? Right?

Eddie's gonna find himself to awakening in a bunker, really. Food and water, all the necessities are entirely nonexistent. There is, thankfully, a latrine, but that's it. Well, a latrine and a sink. He doesn't want him to die, just learn to rely on him again.

Best. Boss. Ever. ]

[enigmaestro]

[While Eddie only recently would have argued otherwise, it turns out that lawful individuals are not necessarily stupid. So when he shudders, his consciousness bubbling beneath that ice-cold prickling skin of his, he realizes two major things even before fulfilled arousal: one, he's in a bunker fixed with poor artificial lighting and two, it wasn't a human being that took him out.

It was his electric toaster.]

Mitchell.

[Eddie pushed himself self, his left arm still tingling from where the appliance shocked him.]

Mitchell Hundred.

[It wasn't as vitriolic as he had a right to: after all, Mitchell was his mayor. His boss. He still trusted that authority.]

[viced]

[ Mitch was sitting quite comfortably in a simple wood chair, backwards. Arms resting on the back of the chair, and when Eddie woke up, realizing just who it was, he leaned forward, allowing for a creak from the chair. ]

Edward, sleep well?

[ Rhetorical question, of course. It wasn't exactly rest that he'd been knocked into. He gestured somewhat, almost idly. ]

I hope you did. We've needed to have a talk for a while.

[enigmaestro]

[His eyes scanned around. Spartan corners, a humble latrine. A sink. The door behind Mitchell that Eddie was positive would only unbolt by Mitchell's command.

He took a deep, cold breath.]

What is it that you'd like to discuss? [Eddie kept his eyes trained on his mayor, as he pulled his knees up and close to his chest. Mitchell had the only chair in the room.] Is it about -- [your oddity, he nearly said. Such an early moment to so nearly misstep.] -- something I've done?

[viced]

You could say that. [ The casual twist of his tone was so unlike him. Relaxed about it all. What was the goddamn point of focusing so much on all of this. Wholly selfish, really.

All for what he wanted. ]

Honestly, what the fuck's been with you lately? Not that I mind the fucking starry-eyed devotion, but you know.

[enigmaestro]

Is it -- I mean, honestly, is it really necessary to lock me up in here? If you're only asking that? [The implication was sharper: while not outright accusing Mitchell, his thoughts communicated his concern over why he had been kidnapped.] You could make such inquiries anytime, Mitchell, you know I've always made myself available to you.

[Well. Not always.]

In a -- true, yes, a more recent sense. I recognize the sanctity of our system, and the order it keeps. Is that a bad thing?

[viced]

No, not necessarily.

[ No need to sell him on it yet. Let him think it's good. After all, he's the Mayor. ]

But I have to admit. You're lacking a certain spark, like you used to have. There was something about you that made working together a challenge. [ And a pleasant one. ]

[enigmaestro]

And you thought, hey, perhaps electrocuting my dearest deputy would bring back that spark between us? [Eddie frowned at Mitchell, clearly upset over the whole incident.] No, Mitchell, it's not that I don't respect you, mind -- but this? Hurting me, kidnapping me, all of this?

[He unwrapped his arms from around his legs, taking a sharp stand. Literally.]

This isn't like you. This isn't how you've governed.

[viced]

[ He hisses, slightly, leaning forward. ]

Governing only goes so far, Edward. You taught me that one.

[ Cold, a little bit painfully even, actually. His fingers tighten against the rim of the chair, but he smiles. ]

It's necessary, yeah, but at the end of the day, governing doesn't solve anything.

[enigmaestro]

Let me go. [He cut to the chase, his voice breaking with anxiety. This was a horrid backlash in his mind, this doubt in the system. That his own leadership was failing him, that his mayor might be a madman. It paralyzed his spine, so that Edward stood tall but alone. Unmoving.] Let me go, Mitchell, let me go!

[viced]

What, are you throwing a fucking tantrum?

[ He leans back, almost abashed. ]

Edward, let's talk reason, huh? Why the sudden fucking belief, when we have all those fuckheads out there abusing their power? We could at least do something...big.

[enigmaestro]

You... [Edward bit his lower lip, his anxiety apparent.] I know what's going on, Mitchell, I've had a philosophical awakening -- not a brain transplant.

You're trying to manipulate me. To use me.

[(Anonymous)]

jenny q + 4

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[osreborn]

Nygma!

[ Swooping by on his glider. Still lawful good, also. He lands, frowning at Eddie a little worriedly. ]

Nygma. There you are.

[enigmaestro]

Here I am. [His eyes narrow at that costume, the glider. The insult of it all. The Deputy Mayor had been out to lunch, a break from his marathon of legislative composition -- a little opera he called the Citizens Against Costumed Kind. CACK.

There's a reason why he opted for "Against" rather than "Ostracizing".

While Eddie, as a rule, disliked vigilantes, his prior concern had been wholly self-serving. Vigilantes threatened his power and also they all tried so hard to be like Batman -- highly annoying. But now? Now he saw them as a social menace, people who were just as bad as the criminals they claimed to save society from.

And here was Norman Osborn AKA the Green Goblin. In the flesh.

Eddie took out his cell phone, dialing 911.]

And here you go.

[osreborn]

Now now. Let's not be that way.

[ Norman almost idly slaps the phone from Eddie's hand, before crossing his arms. ]

I've been looking for you. This may be unorthodox, but that's how I like things; Nygma, something's happened to you, haven't you noticed?

[enigmaestro]

You're one to talk! [It's a raked accusation, one burning with incredulity. Edward was the Deputy Mayor, and it was as if Norman coyly flaunted his disregard.] What do you call a sexagenarian who dresses green tights and a magenta corset to "save lives"? Norman Osborn!

[osreborn]

It's not a corset, Nygma, it's a tunic.

[ Gosh. ]

I mean it. This "anti hero" crusade you've gotten in your head is just madness. What happened to you? Hm? Don't you miss the way things were?

[enigmaestro]

Do I miss the jeopardy of innocents? Do I miss chaos infiltrating order and breeding? Do I miss mutilating and mocking the very structure of our society?

[Eddie rolled his eyes, folding his arms so Norman knew he was Very Serious.]

I really don't! Now if you'll excuse me, Osborn, I'm keen to outlaw your sense of fashion.

[osreborn]

I don't believe that. When have you ever disdained a little chaos?

[ He cups Eddie's chin in his hand. ]

I don't believe it at all. I miss the way you were, Nygma. There's no one that provides me with what you did.

[enigmaestro]

[Something stirred within the deputy mayor, something that burned like a livewire. He cleared his throat, turning profile to the Green Goblin, trying to repress that minor shock. That voltage. That searing light.]

So typical of a street vigilante, aren't you? This is all about you. Well, Osborn, I can't say I'm impressed.

[osreborn]

I'm being sincere. Listen to me. Look at me. What are you doing with yourself?

[ He pulls his mask off, looking at Eddie. ]

You must miss me.

[enigmaestro]

What are you doing? [His pupils contracted, seeing Norman's face meet that goblin costume. He shook his head, his heart pounding within his chest.] Why are you doing this? Why -- haven't you enough toys to play with, Norman?

[osreborn]

No.

First of all, I don't play. That's not what heroes do. Second of all. Like I said.

You're special.