[ Showcase #3 - Backdated to 7/16 ]

[green_lantern]

[He'd made a supreme effort not to open his yap to the town. Lois hadn't been so lucky in that regard- it almost seemed as though she made a game of it, asking him questions he inexplicably couldn't refuse to answer. After he had reached the point of admitting, in detail, to how many one night stands he'd had (...let's just say it's a high number), Hal went through the house, pulled the phones out of the walls and summarily threw them into the cellar. The jangle and crash as they hit the cement served to palliate his anxiety only briefly; the gnawing urge to give Mayfield the proverbial finger was still there.

Unluckily for him, as he ran into town on an errand, he found himself drawn to the super hero's best friend: a phone booth.]


[Phone | Stage 2, segueing to 3]

I'm not going to sit around and twiddle my thumbs waiting for everyone who's outed themselves as a Commie to be picked up by the police or worse. My family had friends who were affected by McCarthyism in the 50's, and this knee-jerk bullshit from the town has to stop.

I don't give a damn if people are Communists, and I sure as Hell didn't join the military or the Corps so I could watch this country revert to Crucible-style witch hunts. Fuck that.

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[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin sighs.]

Honestly I ain't even sure who among'a "townsfolk" can be trusted when'a shit hits'a fan. Not after what I got told happened before Mayfield dragged my ass in here. Somethin' like that, you start worryin' if that guy you call your buddy is gonna shoot you in'a back over personal convenience.

For right now, though? Best thing to do for'a "confessors" would be to keep 'em off'a phones if you can, put 'em under guard maybe so they don't do anythin' stupid.

[viridian-knight.livejournal.com]

"Killfield". I'm glad I missed that. Considering the kinds of confessions people...kids have made about what happened...

I'm Hal, by the way. That's sound advice, except even then they might still find a way. I found a payphone, at least.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin would be nodding, if Hal could see him.]

I've been tryin' to keep track of those, writin' em down. Can't put names to faces, though; I barely know anyone here.

[... Fuck. Did he really just blurt that out? Stupid truth gas. Might as well roll with it.]

Hal, eh? I'm Balin Wilbur. Well—you prolly knew that if you heard me on'a phone a night or two ago. But—yeah, keepin' people off'a phones ain't gonna be a short order. What with us bein' forced into workin' jobs for'a town, and with phones in easy reach everywhere.

Have you seen any of'a drones react to'a "confessors" at all? We got a drone "daughter" in my household, but all she does is tell everyone to be careful. Makes me wonder what they'll do to someone they think's a communist.