#323: Untold Daily Tales of the Lair Legion versus [Spoiler you won’t be able to guess] Go straight to Saturday's additions Go straight to Sunday's additions What you need to know to follow this story: The Parodyverse’s greatest heroes are the Lair Legion. Led by Hatman (Jay Boaz) and his deputy CrazySugarFreakBoy! (Dreamcatcher Foxglove), the team also includes the Lovcraftian elder being the Manga Shoggoth, G-man superman Mr Epitome (Dominic Clancy), cyborg P.I. Yuki Shiro, the Librarian (Lee Bookman), archscientist Al B. Harper, and the possibly-fake Visionary (Vizh isn’t in this chapter, since he’s busy with Untold Tales #324). The Legion are headquartered at the Lair Mansion on Parody Island, supported by some unusual staff including computer sentience Hallie and loathsome hunchbacked butler Flapjack. It’s been a tough year for our heroes. Even before the intergalactic Parody War from which the team is still recovering the Legion had to survive a government attempt to control all superheroes through a Metahuman Registration Act. The team finally exposed this manipulation as the work of the mysterious Shadow Cabinet, and have kept the Cabinet’s operative Edward Cromlyn (a.k.a. Gramayre) incarcerated for questioning in their mansion ever since, slowly assembling a case to find and bring down the sinister arch-conspiracy. For those who are really into continuity, this story probably takes place after Tom Black #1-3 and at the same time as The Compound #1-3, Shadowrat #1, and Untold Tales #324. This story is dedicated to those people who wanted some lighter, shorter, and more regular material. Previous chapters at The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom. Descriptions of cast at Who's Who in the Parodyverse. Locations explained in Where's Where in the Parodyverse. ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Francis Edward Cornhill,” briefed Contessa Natalia Romanza, flicking the projector slide to show a middle-aged man in a grey business suit. “Secret Service courier, nineteen years service. He was last seen yesterday. Then he vanished.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’m sorry to hear that,” Hatman admitted, “but what makes this Lair Legion business?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Two reasons,” answered the superspy agent of the Super-menace Principal Undercover Directorate. “The first is how he vanished.” She pressed a button on the remote and the projected image switched to CCTV footage of Cornhill entering an elevator in a building lobby somewhere. The décor was government institutional. “This is from the lobby camera, Cornhill getting into the elevator. This is Cornhill in the elevator from the internal car camera.”     Hatman and CrazySugarFreakBoy! watched as Cornhill checked his tie in the mirrored back of the elevator. Then he blinked out – simply disappeared! The last CCTV shot was from the ninth floor landing and the empty lift opening.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, that’s definitely metahuman,” CSFB! enthused. “Teleportation, invisibility, disintegration, time travel…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You said there were two reasons we should be involved,” Hatman interrupted his enthusiastic deputy. “What’s the second one?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s what Cornhill was carrying in that briefcase he had with him, there in the FBI headquarters in Memphis, Tennessee,” the Contessa answered. “He had the entire case files of the ongoing investigation into Edward Cromlyn and the Shadow Cabinet.” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, I’ve checked the crime scene,” Al B. Harper reported over his comm-card to Hatty. “All the usual scans for dimensional and temporal displacement and whatnot. There’s some kind of residual signature, but it’s not anything I’ve ever seen before.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It tastes a little blue,” the Manga Shoggoth offered, creating a pseudopod tongue to lick the side of the elevator car. “With a hint of sushi.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What are you saying then?” Hatman asked. “Was Cornhill teleported out or what? Can we track him?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Maybe if G-Eyed was still around,” Al B. sighed. “Or even Lisa to summons him. Our options are a bit more limited now. I can program this energy signature into the LairSats around the globe and try and spot if it manifests again, but that’s about it. Otherwise we’re pretty much at a dead end here.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That is not dead which can eternal lie,” the Shoggoth comforted him. “But it is depressing that this place has gone back to having just three dimensions now, isn’t it?” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Science and sorcery aren’t the only ways to track this,” Yuki told Mr Epitome. “There’s other ways too. Right, Lee?”     The Librarian nodded and handed over a dossier he’d compiled from the Lunar Public Library archive. “Three thousand, one hundred and sixty-one scattered reports of disappearances from elevator cars in the last two years,” he announced. “Everything from full-scale missing persons cases to lifted wallets. Very few are as well documented as the Cornhill case at the Memphis branch of the FBI but some very weird stuff.”     Mr Epitome speed read the material. “Some of this could be accounted for by pickpocketing or fraudulent testimony,” he reasoned. “Although why anyone would want to claim their false teeth vanished from their mouth while they were riding an elevator at Mimble’s Department Store is something of a mystery. And that girl in Paris who claimed her underwear was stolen as she went up the Eiffel Tower…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Was this before Josh Clement vanished?” Yuki checked. “Although come to think of it, that could actually be his happy ending.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“None of the cases is too remarkable by themselves,” the Librarian admitted, “but taken together there is a remarkable body of evidence of strange things happening in elevators.”     Mr Epitome scowled as he noted the missing persons list. “There is something of a correlation here,” he observed. “There’s a disproportionate number of rich people here. Industrialists, politicians, scientists. And that’s not counting the Euro-MP who claims his pants and jockey shorts vanished as he rode to the thirtieth floor with his secretary.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’ve been trying to find if there’s any common elements, like the elevators all being from the same manufacturer,” Yuki reported, “but so far I’m not seeing a pattern. The reports are from all over the world, new buildings and old. They’re so diverse that unless you look for them you’d miss the pattern altogether. If this Cornhill guy hadn’t vanished like he did carrying what he did we might never have got onto this.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And this is just the last two years,” Lee Bookman noted. “Who knows how many years this goes back?” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is the place!” CrazySugarFreakBoy! called out to Hatman as they raced into the lobby of the Gothametropolis Hilton. “Al’s signature-recognition gizmo is going into warp drive!”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Which elevator?” Hatman demanded, surveying the bank of six doors which led into the city’s most expensive hotel.     The doors of the third car from the left pinged open. “This one,” CSFB! said. He ventured inside, scanning around with his walkie-talkie wristwatch. Hatman put on his engineer’s hard-hat and followed him.     The car was wood-panelled with a discrete gold panel with the floor buttons on. A uniformed car attendant looked at them in puzzlement. “May I assist you sirs?”     CSFB! flashed the footman a happy smile. “Don’t mind us, we’re just fighting crime. Carry on.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Which floor, sir?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re fine here,” Hatman told him, but the attendant had already closed the doors and pressed the top button.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re going down,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! worried. “What the…”     All the lights in the car went out.     Hatman reached for his hatility belt to get his Beacons cap. His hatility belt was gone.     The lights flickered on again. The doors slid open on the ground floor of a mid-rent tourist hotel in Singapore. Two dozen surprised Japanese tourists gazed on Hatman and CrazySugarFreakBoy! as the heroes realised that every last scrap of their clothing and equipment had vanished, leaving them stark naked.     The cameras began to flash as well. ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“As a PR exercise that could have gone worse,” offered Al B. Harper. “At least the Legion’s getting some good exposure.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shut up,” glowered Hatman, back in the Lair Mansion, back in pants, with a number of reserve hats clipped to his leather belt.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It made April happy anyhow,” grinned CrazySugarFreakBoy! “She’s getting a big blow up poster for our bedroom wall and already the Dream/Hat shippers on the internet are…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can we get on?” asked Jay Boaz irritably. “Somehow some weird teleport effect or something stole my hatility belt and CSFB!’s silly suit and kit, and that just doesn’t happen.”     Dream got a little more serious. “Yeah, I need my gear back. Okay, this all-black costume I’ve adopted for the moment looks pretty cool, and Mr Book’s marketing people are licensing the action figure version, but we need to find out what’s going on here.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am currently examining the places where previous potential incidents occurred,” noted the Manga Shoggoth. “Many of the lift cars have a similar taste to the one in the FBI building.” He paused a moment as he shifted his consciousness between half a dozen different biomasses he has spawned across the world. “Hmm. I also see that Gad Guard and Najica Blitz Tacitcs 2 have been released.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’d say he wasn’t paying attention, but he’s a loathsome elder being whose consciousness works entirely differently to ours,” sighed the Librarian.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We all need to pay attention,” growled Mr Epitome. “Not only has vital case evidence against Cromlyn and his Shadow Cabinet cabal been lost but the Legion’s fighting strength has been severely compromised and two of it’s members were made to look ridiculous.” He glanced over at CSFB! “More ridiculous,” he qualified.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The scanners are still working,” Al B. noted, “but the problem is response time. Unless we get a manifestation within reasonable LairJet range then the energy event is over before we can attend to it.” He paused a moment then began sketching on the table top. “I wonder though if we could perhaps provoke an event by synthesising the key vorticies of an encounter parameter? If we designate n as the vector constant and…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And another Legionnaire has left the building,” sighed Yuki. “Okay, I’m going to try and track this another way. Lee, you’re with me.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am?” blinked the Librarian. “Why?”     The cyborg P.I. grinned. “We’re going for a drink.” ***     Grosso’s was a seedy bar in the seediest part of Gothametropolis’ seedy Hogan red light district. Down a flight of cellar steps at the end of Toenail Alley was an iron door with a hatch in it. A little faded sticker on it said “No super-powers, no service”. Nobody in their right mind would try to get past Oliver the doorman unless they were a serious hardcore super-villain.     Yuki Shiro hammered on the door and flashed Oliver her best smile. “Hi there, Ollie,” she said. “I’m back.”     The doorman looked unhappy. “I can’t let you in, Miss Yuki,” he told her. “It’s more than my job’s worth. Grotto said that next time…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Does grotto make you pay for damages?” the cyborg P.I. asked. “Do you know how much replacement metal doors cost?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Miss Yuki, I can’t guarantee your safety in here.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well I should hope not. What’s the fun in that? Just open up, Ollie. If you like I can lay you out unconscious afterwards to show you put up a good fight.”     Lee Bookman followed Yuki into the dark smoky interior of Grotto’s. “Is this really a smart idea?” he asked doubtfully.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well I should hope not,” Yuki repeated. “Where’s the fun in that?” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have questions,” said Hatman, sitting down opposite the one criminal the Legion felt was so dangerous that he was still confined in holding cells beneath the Lair Mansion.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You always have questions,” Edward Cromlyn noted, sitting back on his metal-frame chain and observing the leader of the Lair Legion.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yeah, well this time we have questions that you’re going to answer,” Mr Epitome explained, leaning over the desk at the fallen fixer for the Shadow Cabinet.     Cromlyn yawned. “Good cop / bad cop? They were playing those games a hundred years ago.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Not good cop / bad cop,” Hatty answered. “Human cop / human cop. You answer our questions, of the next person to come asking will be the Manga Shoggoth.”     Cromlyn’s sneer took on a somewhat fixed appearance.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“A man vanished out of an elevator, in a secure FBI building, while the security cameras watched him,” Epitome summarised. “How and who did it?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That wasn’t Special Agent Francis Cornhill, by any chance?” Cromlyn blinked. “Oh my…”     Hatman saw the unease in the prisoner’s eyes. “What do you know about this?” he demanded.     Edward Cromlyn shrugged. “They’re coming after me. My former employers, I mean. They’re taking your case apart, and then they’ll kill me. Right here in this cell probably, despite all your precautions. Maybe that hippopotamus thing works for them, or even one of your team. Maybe they’ll use a teleporter like Dimensionweaver to simply teleport my stomach away. Maybe it’ll be a curse-worker like Morgosa le Fey. Maybe it’ll be the Bonewalker and he’ll have my skeleton climb right out of my body and dance for him. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to die.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then you’ve no reason not to talk,” pointed out Dominic Clancy.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We can protect you,” Hatman told the prisoner. “Twenty-four seven if we have to. This mansion still has some mystic defences. Marie Murcheson can sense if there’s a cosmic-level attack and…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If I talk, I die as soon as I begin to speak,” Cromlyn replied. “As if I’d want to join the dots up for you insignificant pissants anyway. But it sounds like they’re starting to tidy up loose ends now your Parody War is over, just like you are. Only more seriously.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What does that have to do with an agent vanishing from a moving elevator?” interrogated Epitome.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well,” Cromlyn replied, “I guess that’s what you need to find out, isn’t it?” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“See, the plan is,” Al B. Harper told the Shoggoth and CrazySugarFreakBoy!, “that we set up exactly the same conditions and energy signatures that we detected in those other incidents, but we set them up here, on this elevator in the Lair Mansion. We see if we can replicate the event, replicate the phenomenon.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can probably scent the arcanosphere with the appropriate spoor,” offered the Shoggoth helpfully. “Although I may need to ingest more pickles.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So we could open up a doorway to the baddie’s Fortress of Evil and take him down?” CSFB! summarised.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Maybe,” Al qualified. “This is still pretty experimental.” He reached for the tech-board he’d erected on the garage level beneath the Lair Mansion and hooked it into the controls for the elevator. “Hallie, please transfer control over to this panel.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’ve got control,” the Legion’s A.I. confirmed. “I’m putting up my firewalls now.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are we good to go?” CSFB! bounced impatiently.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We might need a little more phlogiston on the sub-space bypasses,” offered the Shoggoth. “Just a moment. There. Perfect.”     It was big red button time. Al B. pressed it.     The elevator began to descend.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“CCTV problem,” CSFB! warned. “But hey, it’s showing me The Venture Brothers. ‘Do not be so hasty in entering that room. I had Taco Bell for lunch!’”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have an event!” warned Al B. Harper. “Watch out. Anything could come out of that door!”     The bell chimed and the car opened.     Seventeen screaming nuns who had just been travelling down from their Rome hotel rooms to travel to Vatican Plaza rushed out of the elevator in hysterics, demanding to know where their habits had vanished to, then got themselves embedded in the gelid translucent biomass of the Manga Shoggoth.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is going to look so good in the Daily Trombone,” sighed Hallie. ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hey,” objected Mickey the Mobile, “I’m being hassled by a superhero here! A real live superhero, from the Lair Legion! You know, the Lair Legion who are your arch-enemies.” Yuki had got the metahuman middle-man cornered in a dark booth at the back of Grotto’s bar and she was pumping him for information.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You got a million bucks, Mickey?” Anvil Man asked, drinking his beer through a straw at the bar counter.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Er, no,” admitted the unfortunate stoolie.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well then, I don’t kill Legionnaires for less than a million bucks. Looks like you’re on your own.” Anvil Man waved at the cyborg P.I. who was gripping Mickey by the collar. “Hi, Yuki. How’s tricks?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Pretty good, Brendan,” Yuki replied. “Talk to you later. I’m working here.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Michael Xavier Deevis,” noted the Librarian, accessing biographical data on the middle-man before them. “I have your birth certificate, high school record, charge sheet, tax returns… Hmm, some interesting omissions there, Michael.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“W-what?” blinked Mickey the Mobile. “I thought you wus just going to beat some info out of me?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s how I operate,” Yuki told him. “I’m the nice one. Mr Bookman here, he uses the IRS.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s how they took down Capone,” admitted the Florist.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And what’s this?” Lee asked, continuing to rummage through the Moon Public Library’s archive via his data volume. “Unpaid alimony warrants. Your ex-wife isn’t aware of your current address at 1442 Shuster Street.” He looked over his spectacles at the middle-man. “I’d answer all of Ms Shiro’s questions, if I was you.”     Mickey swallowed. “I can’t talk,” he said. “Not here. This is a super-villain bar. They’d kill me.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re gonna kill you anyways, Mickey,” Octopushead said, “for bringing superheroes down on us. And we’re going to kill them.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh dear,” said the Librarian as half the people in the bar turned towards them.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh dear?” Yuki asked him. “Are you kidding? This is the good part.” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” the Lair Legion’s PR officer told the roomful of screaming press corps. “My son’s a fine-looking boy and Hatman’s got nothing he should be ashamed of either. And what they were doing in that elevator is none of anybody’s damn business but their own.”     Asil grabbed Amber St Claire before she could tackle Meggan Foxxx off the podium. “It’s too late. She said it.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can still taser her,” the government liaison fumed. “Just for me own personal satisfaction. I’m going to be taking calls from the moral majority all month now. All year.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And the nuns?” called a reporter for the GMY Squire, “Why is the Lair Legion kidnapping nuns?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Does the Legion believe it’s acceptable to use super-science to abduct normal citizens for immoral purposes?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are the nuns another part of the secret superhero sado-bondage games you use the Caphan sex slaves for?”     Meggan stared at the screaming reporters. “Wow, you must have really small nuts,” she suggested. “I mean, you boys just have to get out more often. And bathe.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s it!” hissed Amber St Clare. “I’m getting an assault rifle!”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You guys are just too uptight about a li’l nudity,” Meggan scolded the press corps. “You think there’s something wrong with naked flesh. Here’ lemme show you different.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well,” Asil offered as Amber gawped while Meggan demonstrated that there was nothing wrong with nudity, “it’s a new media strategy we’ve not tried before.” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think I’ve seen something,” Mr Epitome announced, looking over at Hallie and Al B.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think most of America has,” the Legion’s A.I. winced ruefully.     But Mr Epitome wasn’t monitoring the news broadcasts just then. His Divine Spark-enhanced sensory and cognitive functions were focussed on the Office for Paranormal Security’s dossiers on metahumans with teleportation abilities. He pushed a folder over towards Hallie. “Take a look at this. Burton Susenheimer.”     Hallie didn’t bother with the print out. She pulled the data file from her records and browsed it in exactly the same time it had taken the paragon of power – less than a second. She flicked it up onto Al B’s monitor for the archscientist to review.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“He was a mutate with a limited ability to control machinery,” Al noted. “He could just about make an electric tin opener operate on its own. He was arrested by Captain Astounding when he tried to rob a post office with a microwave oven. But I don’t see how he could be a threat now, given…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Given what happened to him?” Epitome said. “He was one of the early candidates sentenced under the Mutate Legislation to have his genetic abilities wiped clean. He was subjected to mutate gene suppression and it didn’t go well. He was left brain-damaged and powerless. Or so it seemed. But then…”     Hallie had cross-indexed as well by now. “But then he was sent for long-term care to Dr Valium. At Herringcarp Facility for the Mentally Distressed.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Remind me again why we haven’t shut that facility down,” growled Epitome. “It’s not as if we don’t know it’s a sham front for the real Herringcarp Asylum, the Hooded Hood’s power base.”     Al B. was still scanning the file. “Knowing it and proving it are different. But according to this Susenheimer vanished while he was incarcerated. One day he just got out of bed where he’d been a comatose vegetable for the better part of a year, staggered into the hospital elevator, pressed the button to go to the lobby… and vanished.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“A brain-damaged former machine manipulator goes into an elevator car in one of the world’s most dimensionally unstable and retcon-heavy locations and vanishes. And soon after we get the first of the incidents from that dossier Bookman and Yuki put together. Are we seeing a pattern here?”     Al B. grabbed a pile of concertina computer paper and began to scribble. “Well, it’s possible that his mutate powers remained in a latent form after the gene treatment,” he suggested. “It’s not as if its reliable technology, or even technology that’s 100% understood.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The day he vanished,” Hallie noted, “That was the day – the exact time – that the Vermillion Vex wiped out mutate powers everywhere.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Given his powers, he may not even have been properly wiped,” Mr Epitome frowned. “Think about it. How do we… they contain then depower mutates? They use power-dampening Technopolitian shackles then a Waltz gene resequencer. And both of those things are…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are machines,” Hallie concluded. “Machines that could be affected by Susenheimer’s power.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re missing something, aren’t we?” Al B. puzzled. His calculations had spilled off the table now and were working their way across the desk. “I’m not sure where the elevator motif comes in. I’m not sure…” He sighed and put down his marker pen. “We’re going to have to go to Herringcarp, aren’t we?” ***     The vase on the mantel began to shiver, then slowly edged its way across the shelf.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Stop that,” snapped Hagatha Darkness, without even looking over her shoulder. The vase ceased to move, and somehow managed to look guilty.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s been happening a lot,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! admitted. “Since I lost my Silly Suit. Weird, random, poltergeist stuff. Rappings, rattlings, things getting tossed.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And things being thrown about,” Hatman added with a shudder. “It looks like when Dream here metamorphosed into a being of pure Impossibilitium he became dependent on his suit to syphon and channel all that chaos energy into useful ends.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mmm,” answered the witch of Covenant House noncommittally. “And when was this being useful due to start, exactly?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Thing is,” CSFB! went on, unabashed, “it’s getting a bit out of hand. The first time April’s toy collection got frisky well, it was just a great diversion, but now she’s getting kind of exhausted.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What we mean,” Hatman persisted with an edge of desperation in his voice, “is that if we can’t locate Dream’s silly suit soon things are going to get out of control. More out of control.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We were hoping you could do something,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! explained, clapping his hand down on the crystal ball that was beginning to edge towards suicide in front of him. “Since I’m connected to the suit, and in his own square way Jay’s connected to his Hatility Belt, we thought maybe you could… you know, magic something up.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whitney has done locator spells before when we’ve been seeking familiar objects,” Jay added. “Of course, if you’d prefer I went to see her…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your blatant manipulations are obvious,” Hagatha snapped at the capped crusader. “I’m fully aware that my grand-daughter is off-plane just now tidying things up in the Far Realms. So you came to me as second-best.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, we tried Mystic Morgana first,” CSFB! noted tactfully. “And Mr Li. And the Abyssal Greye.” Behind him a china duck quacked off the wall into oblivion.     Hagatha’s glare could have frozen a supernova. “And if I locate your objects you will then absent yourself from my house?” she demanded.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes ma’am,” agreed Hatman.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Very well,” she said. She reached for her pincushion, stretched out Dreamcatcher Foxglove’s arm, and began sticking pins in strategic points along it.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ow!” complained the wired wonder. “Is this really necessary?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No,” Hagatha replied. “This has nothing to do with the ritual.” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay,” sighed Ebony of Nubilia, High Priestess of the Manga Shoggoth. “So what have we learned?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We must conclude that apologising requires a good deal of thought,” admitted the loathsome elder beast. “Apparently there is some taboo about manifesting in the Vatican Chapel during High Mass to explain to the Pope about the nun slip-up.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes,” agreed Ebony. “Next time a postcard might be better.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Does his Holiness read Alko?” wondered the Shoggoth. He flexed his biomass painfully. “Those exorcisms stung.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Let’s just consider this another challenge for the Legion’s PR department, shall we?” Ebony suggested. “Although I’m not sure Meggan can actually bend her legs any further behind her neck without breaking some of the laws of physics.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I could assist with that,” offered the Shoggoth.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Better not,” advised his priestess. “Perhaps you should concentrate on locating whoever is behind this business with the haunted lifts? Preferably in a way that doesn’t involve any ecclesiastical personnel of any kind.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whoever is doing that is not using the usual dimensional channels,” the Shoggoth complained in aggrieved tones. “He appears to be creating temporary pocket dimensions on a one-off basis which are then dissipated as soon as they’re no longer required. It’s like trying to catch soap bubbles.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But you’ve been known to eat soap bubbles,” Ebony pointed out.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“They had a pleasing spheroid tensile balance,” the Shoggoth explained. “However, I will see what can be done regarding the problems with elevators.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Just the ones the Legion are investigating,” Ebony qualified quickly.     But the Shoggoth was gone. ***     Hammerface went through the wall and embedded himself in the pavement beyond. Yuki ducked a blow from Suicide Man, planted a well aimed foot to take Squire Villainy down, avoided the Suede’s attack vegetables, and skidded under Mechamonkey to reach the exit.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“When does the fun part of this start, exactly?” demanded Lee Bookman, shifting the entire works of Sheridan Le Fanu into Huntingjustice Deathmarrow’s memory to send her shivering to the floor in mental overload.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Aw c’mon, Lee,” Yuki grinned. “Doesn’t this beat sitting around in some stuffy office tabulating things?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No,” answered the Librarian. He pulled open the sliding door behind them and led the retreat from the brawl in Grotto’s. The mêlée had new become general, with old scores and sheer mayhem substituting for any kind of battle plan. In the centre of it all Anvil Man continued to sip his beer through a straw and watch the football.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, I guess it’s time we followed up on Mickey’s lead,” admitted Yuki. “We can always come back later.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Or never,” suggested the Librarian, ducking as the Florist flew over his head and smashed into the back of the bar. The unfortunate supervillain knocked the wide-screen TV right off the wall.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hey!” roared Anvil Man, rising from his seat wrathfully. “I was watching that!”     Yuki and Lee were through the exit door before they realised it wasn’t actually the exit any more. Instead the car doors closed and the elevator started to go down.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Uh oh,” Lee warned. Yuki slammed a steel fist through the doors to try and halt the car’s descent.     The elevator lights went out.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Don’t worry,” Yuki told him. “I have infrared v…” Then she made a weird electronic noise.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yuki?” The Librarian asked uncertainly, fumbling for his comm-card.     The car lights flickered on again. To his relief he was still clothed. So was Yuki.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have to get out of here,” he noted. “I think we’re under attack by whatever…”     The cyborg P.I. reached out and clamped an iron fist around Lee Bookman’s neck then slammed him halfway up the wall. “Emergency response protocols initiated,” Yuki’s battle computer warned. “Lethal defence mode activated.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Acckkk!” choked Lee as the metal fingers dug into his windpipe with crushing force.     Meanwhile, Yuki’s cyborg frame did exactly what it had been programmed to do should Yuki’s brain ever be teleported out of her body. It located the nearest possible assailant and initiated lethal measures. *** Continued tomorrow with special guest star Lewis Caroll *** Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2007 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2007 to their creators. The use of characters and situations reminiscent of other popular works do not constitute a challenge to the copyrights or trademarks of those works. The right of Ian Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved.

I don't think I can guess who's causing these elevator related disturbances, unless Marvellous Marv has become less dramatic and more weird since his last appearance. Though the teleporting completely naked part, that sounds like something the Shoggoth could do except that nobody went insane yet.

What might be amusing is that somewhere in the background one of the more suspicious Legionnaires like Epitome might insist on questioning Lara Night, who's the one person that can transport across spaces/dimensions and possibly disable electrical lighting. Of course when she does that the clothing goes with the person, so it's a little different. Plus, Lara would point out that this prank is just stupid.

I guess Hatman and CSFB! could have considered that Yuki can see in the dark with infrared. Of course knowing her, she probably suggested those two go specifically so she can laugh at the result.

Really? Daily? Cool... only why couldn't you do that when I was going to be here every day to read 'em? Ah well... I'll try and check in as often as possible.

Things are off to a mysterious start... a rash of elevator disappearances! I'm curious to find out if it's an intentional, dastardly plot or just a quirk of the Parodyverse. I suppose the fact that none of the missing have been heard from again points to dastardly... although Hatty and Dream's predicament at least points to a sense of humor.

An entertaining investigation and some lovely vacation slides! I look forward to the next chapter...

> #323: Untold Daily Tales of the Lair Legion versus [Spoiler you won’t be able to guess] > > What you need to know to follow this story: The Parodyverse’s greatest heroes are the Lair Legion. Led by Hatman (Jay Boaz) and his deputy CrazySugarFreakBoy! (Dreamcatcher Foxglove), the team also includes the loathsome elder being the Manga Shoggoth, G-man superman Mr Epitome (Dominic Clancy), cyborg P.I. Yuki Shiro, the Librarian (Lee Bookman), archscientist Al B. Harper, and the possibly-fake Visionary (Vizh isn’t in this chapter, since he’s busy with Untold Tales #324). The Legion are headquartered at the Lair Mansion on Parody Island, supported by some unusual staff including computer sentience Hallie and loathsome hunchbacked butler Flapjack. > > It’s been a tough year for our heroes. Even before the intergalactic Parody War from which the team is still recovering the Legion had to survive a government attempt to control all superheroes through a Metahuman Registration Act. The team finally exposed this manipulation as the work of the mysterious Shadow Cabinet, and have kept the Cabinet’s operative Edward Cromlyn (a.k.a. Gramayre) incarcerated for questioning in their mansion ever since, slowly assembling a case to find and bring down the sinister arch-conspiracy. > > For those who are really into continuity, this story probably takes place after Tom Black #1-3 and at the same time as The Compound #1-3, Shadowrat #1, and Untold Tales #324. > > This story is dedicated to those people who wanted some lighter, shorter, and more regular material. > > Previous chapters at The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom. > Descriptions of cast at Who's Who in the Parodyverse. > Locations explained in Where's Where in the Parodyverse. > > *** > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Francis Edward Cornhill,” briefed Contessa Natalia Romanza, flicking the projector slide to show a middle-aged man in a grey business suit. “Secret Service courier, nineteen years service. He was last seen yesterday. Then he vanished.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’m sorry to hear that,” Hatman admitted, “but what makes this Lair Legion business?” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Two reasons,” answered the superspy agent of the Super-menace Principal Undercover Directorate. “The first is how he vanished.” She pressed a button on the remote and the projected image switched to CCTV footage of Cornhill entering an elevator in a building lobby somewhere. The décor was government institutional. “This is from the lobby camera, Cornhill getting into the elevator. This is Cornhill in the elevator from the internal car camera.” > >     Hatman and CrazySugarFreakBoy! watched as Cornhill checked his tie in the mirrored back of the elevator. Then he blinked out – simply disappeared! The last CCTV shot was from the ninth floor landing and the empty lift opening. > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, that’s definitely metahuman,” CSFB! enthused. “Teleportation, invisibility, disintegration, time travel…” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You said there were two reasons we should be involved,” Hatman interrupted his enthusiastic deputy. “What’s the second one?” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s what Cornhill was carrying in that briefcase he had with him, there in the FBI headquarters in Memphis, Tennessee,” the Contessa answered. “He had the entire case files of the ongoing investigation into Edward Cromlyn and the Shadow Cabinet.” > > *** > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, I’ve checked the crime scene,” Al B. Harper reported over his comm-card to Hatty. “All the usual scans for dimensional and temporal displacement and whatnot. There’s some kind of residual signature, but it’s not anything I’ve ever seen before.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It tastes a little blue,” the Manga Shoggoth offered, creating a pseudopod tongue to lick the side of the elevator car. “With a hint of sushi.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What are you saying then?” Hatman asked. “Was Cornhill teleported out or what? Can we track him?” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Maybe if G-Eyed was still around,” Al B. sighed. “Or even Lisa to summons him. Our options are a bit more limited now. I can program this energy signature into the LairSats around the globe and try and spot if it manifests again, but that’s about it. Otherwise we’re pretty much at a dead end here.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That is not dead which can eternal lie,” the Shoggoth comforted him. “But it is depressing that this place has gone back to having just three dimensions now, isn’t it?” > > *** > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Science and sorcery aren’t the only ways to track this,” Yuki told Mr Epitome. “There’s other ways too. Right, Lee?” > >     The Librarian nodded and handed over a dossier he’d compiled from the Lunar Public Library archive. “Three thousand, one hundred and sixty-one scattered reports of disappearances from elevator cars in the last two years,” he announced. “Everything from full-scale missing persons cases to lifted wallets. Very few are as well documented as the Cornhill case at the Memphis branch of the FBI but some very weird stuff.” > >     Mr Epitome speed read the material. “Some of this could be accounted for by pickpocketing or fraudulent testimony,” he reasoned. “Although why anyone would want to claim their false teeth vanished from their mouth while they were riding an elevator at Mimble’s Department Store is something of a mystery. And that girl in Paris who claimed her underwear was stolen as she went up the Eiffel Tower…” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Was this before Josh Clement vanished?” Yuki checked. “Although come to think of it, that could actually be his happy ending.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“None of the cases is too remarkable by themselves,” the Librarian admitted, “but taken together there is a remarkable body of evidence of strange things happening in elevators.” > >     Mr Epitome scowled as he noted the missing persons list. “There is something of a correlation here,” he observed. “There’s a disproportionate number of rich people here. Industrialists, politicians, scientists. And that’s not counting the Euro-MP who claims his pants and jockey shorts vanished as he rode to the thirtieth floor with his secretary.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’ve been trying to find if there’s any common elements, like the elevators all being from the same manufacturer,” Yuki reported, “but so far I’m not seeing a pattern. The reports are from all over the world, new buildings and old. They’re so diverse that unless you look for them you’d miss the pattern altogether. If this Cornhill guy hadn’t vanished like he did carrying what he did we might never have got onto this.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And this is just the last two years,” Lee Bookman noted. “Who knows how many years this goes back?” > > *** > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is the place!” CrazySugarFreakBoy! called out to Hatman as they raced into the lobby of the Gothametropolis Hilton. “Al’s signature-recognition gizmo is going into warp drive!” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Which elevator?” Hatman demanded, surveying the bank of six doors which led into the city’s most expensive hotel. > >     The doors of the third car from the left pinged open. “This one,” CSFB! said. He ventured inside, scanning around with his walkie-talkie wristwatch. Hatman put on his engineer’s hard-hat and followed him. > >     The car was wood-panelled with a discrete gold panel with the floor buttons on. A uniformed car attendant looked at them in puzzlement. “May I assist you sirs?” > >     CSFB! flashed the footman a happy smile. “Don’t mind us, we’re just fighting crime. Carry on.” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Which floor, sir?” > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re fine here,” Hatman told him, but the attendant had already closed the doors and pressed the top button. > >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re going down,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! worried. “What the…” > >     All the lights in the car went out. > >     Hatman reached for his hatility belt to get his Beacons cap. His hatility belt was gone. > >     The lights flickered on again. The doors slid open on the ground floor of a mid-rent tourist hotel in Singapore. Two dozen surprised Japanese tourists gazed on Hatman and CrazySugarFreakBoy! as the heroes realised that every last scrap of their clothing and equipment had vanished, leaving them stark naked. > >     The cameras began to flash as well. > > *** > > Continued with more clothing tomorrow… > > *** > > Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2007 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2007 to their creators. The use of characters and situations reminiscent of other popular works do not constitute a challenge to the copyrights or trademarks of those works. The right of Ian Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. >

"... Going down."
I'm trying to think of who would target such a specific niche, but drawing a blank.
Fortunately, I don't have anything to be ashamed of naked, but yes, April's going to be very upset that she missed this opportunity to turn her husband and his best friend bi-curious for each other.

I did warn in the title that people wouldn't be able to work out the identity of this villain. It wasn't a challenge, it was fair warning.


This gets referred to somewhat in the next segment.

Well, it'll only be three or four segments long, I expect.


Indeed. More sense of humour next time.


Don't feel you need to illustrate this one.

This was the story I started to test whether I could write tales featuring the "cut down" Legion. I've deliberately minimised the core cast down to just the current Legion membership (minus Vizh) so I can try and get my head round how they interact and operate. I also wanted to see whether I could do an "old school" Legion story of the kind we used to see far more of on the board, with a frenetic pace and some elements of absurdity. Lastly, I wanted to take forward another dangling thread for the SR 1066/Parody War stuff and do something with it.

I never really write this stuff for just one reason.

Wait until the next segment, where things get a bit more manga.


I don't think any of the Legion would seriously question Lara, unless it was "Do you know who's doing this?"


Each of the Legion is persuing their own lines of investigation just now. We'll see Yuki's next time. CSFB!'s gawker goggles have infrared as I recall, but unfortunately they vanished.

So it would appear the Shadow Cabinet may have contracted or is behind these elevator disappearances? Interesting. I'm wondering if there's some type of Urban Legend at work here, since that would tie in with the idea of a govt conspiracy.

Looking forward to the next part, especially Yuki's and the Librarian's part of the investigation, and the eventual Pope/Shoggoth showdown!

Actually it's naked nuns struggling in the slime of a tentacular elder creature.


There's also the mysterious elevator operator.
 
> > CSFB!'s gawker goggles have infrared as I recall, but unfortunately they vanished.

Not only that but he won't be able to replace it. CSFB!'s silly suit and equipment were with him at the time he originally received his powers, and Hatty's hatility belt is a unique artefact of the Parodyverse. Neither can be exactly replicated.

That's a nice idea. I may have to steal that.


Well, there was Nats' Battle Pope character.

Actually, I think you were the right size when you were about 8 - but you never listen to me.

Another entertaining entry! So Cromlyn thinks this is the Shadow Cabinet coming to get him, eh? Interesting. I'm not so sure... Something more playful seems to be a work, but then making the Legion look foolish could certainly reap some longer term benefits, especially since they have such a high public standing right now.

Those poor nuns. Something like that has got to affect one's belief system.

Looking forward to the next part!

Noted.



Well it's part point of view. If they ask Lara she would try to figure it out from the way her own abilities work - which means moving the contents within the elevator.

Liu Xi instead would believe that the elevator isn't just one elevator when they get in, and they're actually getting out of the same elevator they stepped into but don't realize it. She wouldn't be able to explain the missing items though.

 

What made you give him an all-black one, just out of curiosity?
Of course, having done that, it needs to be established in the text that it's all-black with a silver CSFB!-style smiley face on the chest.
The first thing that it reminded me of was Superman's "rebirth" outfit.
Of course, all of Dream's additional powers of super-perception that come from his equipment are now gone, and while his body is made of Impossibilitium, it's more of a battery for the Silly Suit, which amplifies and channels his energy into his physical powers. So, he's still as unkillable as Capt. Jack Harkness, but if he tries to move with super-speed or super-agility, I'm guessing the results will be wildly erratic, either going too fast or bouncing too much, and it'll likely be difficult for him to control where he's going as well.
Edward Cromlyn should be played by veteran TV villain Richard Lynch.

It seemed like the thing to do, given the Spidey influence in CSFB!'s life and its current topicality. What else would CSFB! wear, unless Enty had designed some kind of terrible multi-armed battle armour for him?


I'll try, but if not take it for read.


That too.


And since this is the first time CSFB! has been seperated from the suit since he made his transition to a being of Impossibilitium, what kind of effects might occur when he's got not way of venting all that chaos?


I'll have to Google him.

We'll get to the bottom of this eventually, honest.


And also require the purchase of many hair-care products.


I'd better go write it.

What would you write in the insurance claim anyway?


You surely don't think that any kind of unpleasantness might be provoked?


Noted.


Can't you just change the graphic to something made with Publisher or Photoshop?