1939-'40 New York World's Fair As you enter the fairgrounds your attention is divided between the large central fountain and the four giant statues looking down into it. The fountain is the Lagoon of Nations and the statues represent the Four Freedoms. The fair causes you to remember everyone's hopes for peace from when it opened in 1939. Contents: David Clark Obvious exits: World's Fair Docks Main Gate (To Triborough Bridge) Southwest Gate Top of the Perisphere The Perisphere The Trylon [OOC] David Clark says "oh, I thought I'd just see you ... please, build up" A lone, young figure exits the Perisphere, shutting the door behind him, and locking it securely. He looks up at the sky, squinting, and sighs; he'd stayed much, much later than he thought he would. As you get closer, you recognise him for his costume, and then for his youth and his mop of yellow hair. He's Sandy the Golden Boy, and he looks /irritated/. David Clark runs up to the Perisphere, goes into his bag and gets his tape recorder. "Sandy! Sandy the Golden Boy!" Sandy's head jerks up, and his eyes narrow. However, never one to pass up a fan or a PR opportunity, he runs a hand through his hair and straightens, trying to make himself look slightly more presentable. "Yeah, that's...yeah. Me. I'm Sandy. Hi." [OOC] Sandy says "Actually, we'd better cut out the battle and just make it me being a jerk on tape. I've got about half an hour before it's time to leave." David Clark says "Dave Clark, UMAX Radio News. I'd like to ask some questions for our listeners at home. Not often we get to catch a real All-Star like this, even a kid sidekick."" [OOC] David Clark says "aw, I'm even carrying a good villain for it (for use on the next TP)" Raising an eyebrow, Sandy repeats, "'Even'? Um, well..." He tilts his head and hooks his hands on his belt, and starts to say something - but is interrupted in the way that most newsfolk excel at. [OOC] David Clark says "well, I will ask you questions and if we start getting bored I'll drop the baddie" [OOC] Sandy says "Well...next time I catch you on." [OOC] Sandy says "Okay. But I only have half an hour, and I wanna characterize.:)" David Clark says "So, tell me Sandy, what's it like working with Sandman? Any secrets you can tell our audience?" Sandy looks at you skeptically. "Now, if I told you, they wouldn't be secrets anymore, would they? Even assuming I /have/ secrets. Hey, I could be Sandy...the /Golden Boy/...all the time, right?" David Clark grins. "Just a figure of speech Golden Boy. Some gossip that would give us a bit more of an idea of the MAN in the SANDMAN. We've all been watching with interest his switch from the purple suit of old to the gold tights ... is there any truth that his green/purple/orange original outfit was chosen because he is colorblind?" Opening his mouth to retort to that, Sandy suddenly blinks and pauses. "Ex/cuse/ me? Are you implying that Sandman is a woman? If he is, he's a darn ugly one." He shakes his head. "'Man in the Sandman'.../really/." He looks down at his own outfit, then back up at Dave, unhooking his thumbs from his belt. "Ehn. No. He, um, was just trying to be...er, cheerful. In a world of olive drab and Batman." David Clark says "Oh come now Sandy, you must admit that at least the new suit is color-coordinated, even if it is identical to the uniform the Tarantula was already wearing at the time. But the original costume certainly wasn't cheerful and was a bane to the idea. So, please answer the question: color-blind or not?" Sandy exclaims, "Not! He's not colorblind. Where do you people come /up/ with these ideas?" Grumbling, the Boy of Gold shakes his head again. "And it's not the same costume as the Tarantula. Just the same colors. They're /good/ colors! Colors aren't copyrighted. Geez. You'd think people would be less picky when it comes to the clothes of the folks who save their skins." David Clark grins. "Inspired by just looking at him. In fact, it is interesting that Sandman has recently been seen in the costume he wore in 1939 ... this occured immediately after his several-month disappearence from crimefighting. He has even retruned to his old gasgun from the wirepoon he had been using. Is there any epplanation for the change? Any truth to the rumor that he's going to be trading you off to the Tarantula?" David Clark shakes his head. "COme now Golden Boy ... both Sandman and the Tarantula wear gold tights, with identical pruple masks, and purple accessories." [OOC] David Clark says "this is in case you didn't know ... Taran's original costume DID look just like Sandman's ... which is why Roy Thomas did a retcon to explain a connection" Sandy's jaw just /drops/. He fishes for words for a second, then crosses his arms, scowling. "He liked the old suit better. So he's flexible - what's wrong with that? And /no/, there's no truth to the 'rumor that I'm getting traded to the Tarantula'," he mimics sarcastically. "Gimme the name of the jerk who came up with that one, and I'll have to have a little talk with him. I'm the Sandman's sidekick," he says forcefully, jabbing his thumb toward his chest, "And that's all there is to it!" [OOC] Sandy says "So what was the retcon? :)" [OOC] David Clark says "er, Sandman donned the costume in memory of Dian (who designed it) after she died, and John Law/Taran was a friend of Dian's and when he told her he was going to become a costumed hero she gave him her costume designs." [OOC] Sandy says "Oh. So what happened after that?" [OOC] David Clark says "I htink they met by accident and had a long chat ... eventually Roy thomas retconned in the brown &black costume for taran that he is famous for nowadays" Huh? (Type "help" for help.) Huh? (Type "help" for help.) Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [OOC] Sandy likes that one better anyway. David Clark thinks for a bit. "There have been other rumors about Sandman's return to the old, darker look. People have pointed out that Batman has dressed his sidekick up in bright colors as a "Boy Target" to distract gunfire away from him, and that now Sandman has followed suit, preferring a sidekick who is also more brightly colored. Any comments?" [OOC] David Clark says "everyone does ... hey, I think we have gone astray here, I am being more obnoxious " Sandy's scowl deepens. "Look. Robin's /not/ a boy target. Y'ever consider, mister, maybe he doesn't wanna look like a gothic freak from some monastic belfry or something?" His arms drop to his sides, and he straightens again, and points to Dave. "Not like /you/ should talk about clothes. When's the last time you picked up an iron?" [OOC] David Clark says "neener neener you haven't checked my desc lately I am no longer "rumpled" and am now "stylish"" [OOC] Sandy says "I'se got like ten minutes.:)" [OOC] Sandy says "Oh, damn!" You see a tall man with a husky build. His hair is black and tousled, he has a strong jaw and a dimpled chin and an easygoing smile. He is wearing a stylish blue business suit and a matching fedora. Pinned to his lapel he wears a press pass from UXAM radio. [OOC] Sandy exclaims, "Oh, screw you! :) Now I look like a dork! No fair!" [OOC] David Clark says "hehehehehehehe" [OOC] Sandy says "I've got a cooler desc, anyway. :)" [OOC] Sandy laughs. "You jerk!" [OOC] Sandy says "I can't believe you did that!" [OOC] David Clark says "well, no contest ... I just did some research and decided to make myself resemble the real Mid rather than the Spirit ... I mean, when I wrote this desc I had never *seen* Midnight" [OOC] Sandy grumbles. "No one ever changes their descs here. Of course I /would/ pick the one person who /did/..." [OOC] Sandy says "You gonna lemme retcon that? :)" [OOC] David Clark heheheheheees again. [OOC] David Clark says "sure, if you got enough time. (looking at the clock) you should plan to go off in a snit soon." ---- World (unnamed4) ---- Player Name On For Idle Room Cmds Host Nene 01:00 0s #17 16 R209.123.20.5 1 Player logged in, 4 record, no maximum. ---- World (unnamed1) ---- [OOC] Sandy says "I got enough time." Sandy's scowl deepens. "Look. Robin's /not/ a boy target. Y'ever consider, mister, maybe he doesn't wanna look like a gothic freak from some monastic belfry or something?" His arms drop to his sides, and he straightens again, and points to Dave. "Not like /you/ should talk about clothes. Sell any insurance policies lately?" David Clark ignores the cutting remark ... it'll all get edited out of the tape later. "Ah, so you see fit to compare Sandman to a gothic freak ... is this reflective of any other hidden complaints about your mentor? Lad, this is the time to make your voice be known!" He starts to imagine the tag line, "Sandy the Golden Boy talks about his boss, the so-called "gothic freak" Sandman!" Sandy ers, "I said Batman looked like a gothic freak, actually. I don't usually talk about myself in the third person, and I don't have any problems with the Sandman." David Clark ahs, "True, but we were talking about whther Sandman was following Batman strategy, now that he is adopting a darker look while still keeping you in the bright gold ... surely there must be something behind this. Or will you soon be switching to a purple cape and green vest and shorts and calling yourself "Sandy the Clashing Boy?" Sandy growls, and very barely restrains himself from taking a swing at David. "Look, you wanna suddenly be David Clark the Hamburger-Faced Reporter? I'm gonna /stay/ in this costume, I don't care what Sandman does with his, and I'm /darn/ happy being the Sandman's sidekick! That answer alla your questions?!" He juts his jaw out and hooks his thumbs back into his belt, for lack of pockets. "It darn well /better/." David Clark presses his advantage, now that he has Sandy riled up. "So threats of violence to a man who has done nothing but ask you a few questions is hardly befitting a myster-man, even a junior one. Has Sandman been so lax on your training? Or perhaps there is more to this line of questioning than you want to reveal?" He adjusts the sound mix a bit. "So tell me lad, what do you have to say about the rumors of the original Sandy, the young woman that Sandman was seen working with before you came on the scene? Is there any truth to the rumors you are her and the Sandman's love child?" Sandy's eyes practically bug out. "Heck no! You...you..." He throws his hands up in the air, and starts stalking off. "Go fly a kite!" he yells over his shoulder. [OOC] Sandy says "Hee hee. If you'd asked if that was a threat, I'd've said it was an invitation to my birthday party.:)" [OOC] David Clark laughs [OOC] Sandy says "And now I gotta jet. Later! And /thanks/! :)"