DJ Woodstock's Story

He strolled along after Lily, using the wheels in his shoes to keep his momentum while he sprayed as many white spots on buildings he could. When he finally ran out of paintballs, he simply set his back in the sleeve he pulled it from. After a moment of pointless searching, he pulled out three plastic balls suited for juggling. Instead of juggling them, of course, he used them like grenades. They were filled with a generous amount of magenta-coloured paint, and managed to cover an entire floor's worth of wall on buildings. Throwing each one as he cruised towards HQ, his travel was otherwise uninterrupted. Other notable Spectrum members seemed to have some more trouble than him, but they all managed to shuffle in undetected nonetheless.

When Harlequin happened into the apartment building, he immediately hit the basement button and watched the elevator interior as it descended to the real headquarters under all the members' residences. As it closed, he noticed a head of spiked black hair following him. Hm. He rolled down a short empty hallway when the door opened until he hit the locked door leading further in, but he didn't use the iris scanner like the other members. Instead, the jester removed one of his gloves and opened an unassuming panel in the wall, pressing his hand against it to be scanned in place of his eye. When it was finished, the door opened long enough for him to close the panel and slide on through. Replacing his glove, Harlequin walked in, kicking the small wheels back into the soles of his shoes, and saw that quite a few members managed to make it in already.

Mayu raised an eyebrow when Dagwood led a newbie into the room. He was short with spiky black hair and had a pair of nice-looking headphones. There was also paint on his hands. An artist it seemed. He had Mayu's approval. For now.

"I think a parade would be a good idea," Mayu said. "But it has to be amazing, like nothing nobody's ever seen before or else no one will give a crap. And no one will be inspired to have the nerve to defend us. I might be able to take care of some of the techy stuff. I've done it before at school and... other places."

"What if we put on a parade?" Lily asked. Plenty of positive things could come from it. Harlequin gave a happy wave to the new guy from his seat when Lily noted already having clowns, since practically everyone knew she was talking about him. He heard agreements from Mayu, and looked at the new guy through the corner of his mask.

And the next moment, Harlequin was behind DJ Woodstock and just about a foot to the right, mimicking beatboxing with one hand over his mouth and the rest of his body moving to a simple beat, while the pair of bells on his hat actually made some jingling in rhythm. He was either mocking Woodstock, or suggesting he be the musician for the parade. Most people wouldn't really tell the difference. Not like the Spectrum couldn't supply some (both colourfully and literally) loud speakers.

Ezekiel jumped slightly when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around to see the guy who had just joined them. He mimed something, something that sounded like a spray can. He stood there, confused, and just stared blankly for a moment before finally understanding what he meant. Instead of making posters, he meant that he should make them permanent, with spray paints.

"That's a great idea!" Ezekiel exclaimed, smiling. "It sure beats having to make them all by hands as pretty much nowhere sells coloured printer ink anymore, spray painting it would be so much better." He said, it would also annoy the officers more. Especially if he covered cars, signs, benches, buildings and whatever he could think of in an advertisement for the parade. He wouldn't get caught either, he'd be sure to do it in the middle of the night, that way it'd be a big surprise to everyone in the morning.

"What are we going to say on them?" Lily asked, to which the clown thought of something on the spot.

Harlequin slipped an ungodly amount of things from his sleeves and under his hat, mostly flowers and rubber balls, and dropped them on the table. Somehow, he managed to make them fall on the table and spell out "Remember Your Colour". It fit the situation perfectly, he figured.

He also pulled multiple cans of spray paint from his pants and passed them to Woodstock and Ezekiel, in approval of the idea of permanence. With everything he pulls from his clothes, Harlequin was slightly amazed no one's ever asked him to take out something random on request.