capeandcowl | [ the forty-first ] / [ video ]

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[ the forty-first ] / [ video ]

[Edward Nygma is in the mayor’s office, sitting in the mayor’s chair. Mitchell’s usual desk tag is conspicuously missing from the view of the camera. He broadcasts this breaking news to the Network first, and so far there has not been any media coverage coming from City Hall.

Eddie leans forward towards the camera just a touch.]

Mitchell Hundred is missing. Contact was initially attempted sixty-eight minutes ago and has been consistent ever since. He has yet to respond to any attempt of communication. I don’t need to tell you, Network, how highly unorthodox such behavior is for Mayor Hundred, and logically we are treating this as an emergency. We’ve yet to acquire substantial, palpable evidence indicating a port-out or a kidnapping, but the fact that any effort to contact him has thus failed rather suggests harrowing possibilities. We must now resort to more dramatic maneuvers.

The available details are as follows: at four-twenty this afternoon, Mitchell had suffered from a minor concussion while overseeing reconstruction in Times Square. He was briefly hospitalized and then returned to Gracie Manor shortly after his release. His last contact was made at Gracie Manor. He is now physically missing from Gracie Manor.

[Eddie inclines his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the camera view. He draws back his shoulders.]

With a heavy heart, I must now resume the responsibility of acting Mayor until our efforts to retrieve Mitchell Hundred are fulfilled.

[And then he smirks.]

Mayor Nygma, signing off.

ooc || in reference to this plot.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

How very sentimental of you. But no, it seems that Mitchell Hundred has declined to stick around.

After all that work I did to make him a special banner too. Pity. Guess I'll just plaster your ugly mug on it.

How incredibly thoughtful of you.

You can frame it and hang it up in your new office.

I see my lackluster attempts at flattering you have made no impact.

Pass, I think. I have other interior decorating plans. Something a bit more green.

How about a little bit of red to compliment your green?

Say, fire?

I think I'll decline that offer as well.

Now, now, mayor you don't decline gifts from your gracious citizens.

I daresay you've just eliminated yourself, Quentin. Gracious, indeed.

What would you have preferred I say?

I always prefer the truth.

Yeah right. A politician telling the truth? Big fucking joke!

Your bias obscures your potential for a more open mind, Quentin. Perhaps you let those whose minds you touch affect you after all.

[Hitting a nerve quite close to home.]...Who are you to tell me about my fucking potential? I'm the one affecting minds, not the other way around.

[Wow, getting paranoid again.] You like to act like you know me, Edward.

If you really believe that, then they've already won.

[Someone senses that paranoia and someone is digging in his gloved fingers.]

At the very least, we both know you don't want that.