1007/Reformed Clay

Reformed Clay
Date of Scene:	18 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Clayface, Black Canary

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Clayface has posed:
The hall of justice tours usually don't happen this late at night but they also don't turn away people looking for help. Through those doors at the front of the Hall of justice a tall, thin fellow dressed in a 1830 business suit with a tall top hat strolls inside. He's a gaunt but powerful figure who walks with dignity and purpose up to the front desk with both of his hands resting clasped around the hem of his vest. His black work boots make clopping sounds on the floor of the hall's lobby as he walks to the reception desk and says to the receptionist. "Pardon me, Madam. I do so hate to be a bother this late in the evening but I fear that I am pressed for time. Would you be so kind as to ring one of the heroes of this fine institution and ask them to spare me a few moments of their busy lives?" the late night receptionist, having seen pretty much everything, says, "Sure thing, Mr. President." then she presses the intercom button and says, "President Abraham Lincoln is here to see a member." because, yeah, why not?

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance yawns as she was doing some paperwork upstairs. She's been up to the Watchtower once or twice - the teleportation is NOT her cup of tea. But Earl Grey is. So she's sipping a cup of tea, hand-writing a report on a recent incident. She hears the ding and the announcement. "Can you kindly tell the president that he should return to his mausoleum in Illinois? I know it's late, but pranks aren't really your style," she replies back over the intercom. "... or is there actually the zombified remains of Lincoln before you? I mean, I've seen weirder."

Clayface has posed:
Without missing a beat the woman at the front desk asks, "For clarification, are you a zombie? Animated wax figure? Time traveler? Robot? Shape shifting alien? 5th dimensional being, of fictional character brought to life by means of magic being used improperly by a teenager or product of cloning?" listing off the most common things that might lead a dead historical figure to show up at her office as if it's something she has to do far too often.

The President answers, "Clayface. Shape shifting Super-Villain. Terrestrial." with the same calm professionalism while smiling at the receptionist. She takes it all in calm stride, "Have a seat, please. Someone will be out shortly." and the President nods then walks over to take a seat in one of the chairs.

Pressing the button the woman says into the intercom, "It's Clayface. One of Batman's. He's waiting for you in the lobby. " then she goes back to playing BeJewel Crushing on her phone.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance overheard it, and the moment she heard the name 'Clayface', has left her desk and is running down at high speed towards the stairwell and gets down there as fast as she can. She barges out into the lobby, wearing her bodyarmor and fishnets, staring at Clayface. She says nothing, just stares, tapping her foot.

Clayface has posed:
Well, that was dramatic. Clayface rises from his chair and walks towards Dinah. When he gets in conversational range he says, "Canary." in greeting and tipping his top-hat to her, "Sorry to bother you so late but I wanted to drop by when there were fewer people around. Shall we step inside?" he asks and yes, even Clayface isn't looking at her eyes. He's made of living mud but he's still a guy. At least he isn't trashing the place.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance stares at you, snapping her fingers at her head level. "Eyes up here," she states, soudning almost bored. "Well. Your reputation and your current conduct are clashing terribly. Let's go to the conference room," she muses as she heads into the small conference room at ground level and pulls up a seat. "So... what are you doing here dressed in your Sunday finest?"

Clayface has posed:
Following behind Dinah enjoying the view, clayface waits until they are behind closed doors then says, "I'm here to make an offer to the Justice League. I want to help. I want a job." he says then he moves over to find a seat himself, across the table where she won't feel so threatened and her legs won't be distracting him as much. Once he sits down he relaxes and takes on his normal form. The President erupts and boils upward into a eight foot tall, clay monster on the other side of the table with a wide grin and greedy eyes, "I want to use my skills for something good. You guys are all about that, right?"

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance sighs softly. "Tell you what, Clayface," she muses. 'Your track record shows an extensive streak of criminal misconduct, mental lapses, thefts, and the like. Though there are no reported instances of fatalities - we'd need evidence of you turning over a new leaf. It's hard to take you at your word. I'm sure I can get Batman's file on you - and I'm sure it'd read like a lengthy rap sheet." She stares at the clay man. "You have a history of multiple personality disorder as well. Or something. I browsed the files of all the local criminals whenI joined the Justice League. You should understand that I'm kinda low on the totem pole - I can't make decisions like this..."

Clayface has posed:
Possibly disturbingly, Clayface morphs and collapses into Dinah, becoming her doppelganger sitting across the table looking like her, speaking with the same voice, even assuming her same posture, "Oh, I'm not looking to join the team. I'm looking for part time acting work." he... she says, "Public appearances, parties, places where your people need to be that they also need to be in their civilian identities." the minic explains, "That's what I'm offering. You pay me, and I play you, whoever you need me to be. That way you can be seen in the same place as yourself. I can help you keep your secrets. Of course, this is a very specialized service that only I can provide so it'll be costly." she says to herself, "But Batman can afford it and if you guys give me legit work I can focus on more important things." Yes, he's basically asking them to pay him to be a celebrity for them.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance just stares. 'You want to be... a celebrity impersonator..." she muses, eyebrow raised as she looks... herself... up and down. She DOES hope nobody comes in right now. "I must admit this is kinda strange." She thinks. "Why do you want to do this? Other than the payday for this 'specialized service'? It rquires a lot more than just mimicking our apperances. There's... y'know... personality quirks. And... with some of us, it'd be impossible to emulate our abilities I'm sure. Like... my beautiful singing voice."

Clayface has posed:
Evil Dinah asks across the table, "Do you have to use your sonic scream at a lot of parties?" as she mimics Dinah's expression staring back at her. Dinah might realize now, he wasn't looking at her body just to be pervy, he was studying her, her clothing, skin, movements, her face was the last thing he needed and he got that when he sat down at the table across from her. He's kind of a horrible super-villain, henchman material at best, but he's a great actor.

"I can come in for a briefing, we can have a dress rehearsal just like any other production. I'm serious. I want to do better, I want to be better." but the question still remains, why? Batman might have even mentioned in the JL files how Clayface has been laying low for months ever since Poison Ivy mind controlled him and made him go on a crime spree with her.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance nods. "Mmmmmmm... do me a favor and change to... something else? Anyting else?" she asks. "And my voice is more useful than just shatering concrete walls. Though I'll hold that for later." She ponders. "I'd have to clear this iwth the top, but I'm sure they'd want a sample of your work - they won't pay you till you prove yourself - and they might need some convincing."

Clayface has posed:
The other Canary morphs again turning into Nick freaking Fury of all people. "Ask me. I can give you references. I probably won't explain why I'm so good, but I can confirm, I am very, very good." Clayface says as he stands up and lets his black trenchcoat unfold behind him. He uses Nick's voice, his look, the details are spot on. He must have studied Fury up close as well. "I'm living at Proffitt Studios in Gotham. Give us a call when you're ready." he says telling her where his secret hideout is. He turns to walk out of the room taking out a cigar from his pocket that is also, undoubtedly him. He leaves her to take his offer to her higher ups unless she stops him.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance nods. "Well. I will be sure to place the offer. Honestly, Batman has had extensive dealings with you - it will be his call. I don't think we've ever faced off personally..." She contemplates as she stands, and watches you, making sure you leave the builidng. She glances at the receptionist, eyebrow raised.

Clayface has posed:
As fake Fury walks out he gives a chuckle and says, "You're right, as far as you know, we've never met." then he winks at her and steps out into the street hailing cab. He'll just leave her to wonder just who in her life might have secretly been Clayface all along... or even better, who in her life might be Clayface right now... Is she sure the receptionist really came into work today? Can she be sure anyone isn't really part of Clayface? He can be multiple people. Who knows who he might already have replaced. It would be someone who no one would suspect. Someone who's quiet, unassuming, someone who just blends into the background and doesn't say much. Someone who just listens and studies them...