.two. [filtered from bad guys, lols]

[molotovmartinis.livejournal.com]

Some questions from a would-be helpful newcomer, if you will. Answer one, a few, all, or none, as you please.

1. Explain, if you would, your choice of alias.
2. Do you run a business? What kind?
3. Tell me something you need.
4. What, if any, is your experience with magic?

To explain: I am curious about #1. For #2, my own business is far from ready, but I have kept in mind the conversations I had previously. #3, I'd like to be helpful. #4, the strange things I've seen since coming here are evidently of technological origin, but I would like to be sure.

.

four - [filtered from known villains]

[notthebatman.livejournal.com]

Well, I finally did it. I passed the bar in the city. Now you've officially got one more prosecutor.

That being said, does anyone have any cases that they want me to look at? I just got here, but I'd like to start working already. My life usually ends up being the office. Besides, with all the criminals here, there's bound to be something I can do.

Oh, and more good news. I've got an apartment to myself now. It's pretty shabby, but the rent's cheap and all the utilities work. That's really all I need. So, I was thinking, maybe we could have a housewarming party. And by 'housewarming party', I mean we all come to my place, eat some chips and drinks and just...hang out, I guess. Maybe I can rent a movie.

[010] LOCKED FROM HODGE//UNHACKABLE

[returntoeven.livejournal.com]

How nice to see that even during such trying times, there is still humor to be found.

Also, a question for those with experience in such matters:

How does one go about containing an immortal?

[ Voice; wind in the background ]

[shutupaneatcrow.livejournal.com]

Yo, Sora! Look up! This is what we're gonna teach you how to do!

[ ooc | Anyone looking up with find Ikki A-T from the City's largest sky-scrapers. ]

001 [voice]

[latrodectus]

Alright.

This...is an interesting situation. Clearly, that was no Tony Stark I have ever met, but the implication is that he has been bringing many of us unfortunates through his device, da? It follows that perhaps some of you will know of me. I am, after all, rather infamous. So, here goes my shot in the dark: this is Natasha Romanov, my S.H.I.E.L.D. designation is-- was-- 1204921WID. Any assistance or information would be appreciated.

003 Voice;

[nanofragment.livejournal.com]

That hurt. Someone remind me to not be stabbed in the arm in the near future.

And the store was out of my favorite brand of ice cream. I am very much displeased by this.

Oh, and I'm starting to think that ballet teacher hates me. Especially when I accidentally kicked that one boy in the face. It really wasn't my fault that he didn't move his head out of the way fast enough...

On another note, I love leather.

Text Post, Series II ((Totally open to all, heroes and villains alike.))

[ajrimmer-ssc.livejournal.com]

All right, so having had my nose rubbed in the rather salient facts that

1) Saving the City does not earn you one thin pennycent and
2) Applying for jobs around here is rather difficult when one lacks a social security number or identification card (thank you so very much for THAT little oversight, Mr. Iron Man)

I've decided that this really would be the best venue for posting my resumé. Anyone interested in hiring me can simply reply here.

My qualifications are as follows.

~Thirteen years hands-on experience with computerized mechanical systems.
~Deep space engineering and maintenance of vacuum-sealed environments.
~Leadership experience vis a vis commanding officer zed shift.
~Restoring antique internal combustion engines as a hobby for 20 years.
~High radiation interspace drive system repair.
~Maintaining high-protein hydroponics-based food replicator system.

Thank you very much for your time.

***This resumé/post has been removed: a job has been found.***

((OOC: Just for the record, Rimmer does not realize he's left his post open to villains, and at this time has the political cognizance of a concussed chipmunk. So unless somebody tells him flat-out, "Such and such is BAD SMEGGING NEWS," he will take any job offers that come along. And then say afterward that he was just following orders. >:3))

02

[betwixting.livejournal.com]

The recent monster attacks have once again displayed that my "gift" from the Porter was a useless one. Therefore, I ask: In what other areas does this city find itself in need of service other than through means of brute force?

Aside from that, I would ask for any suggestions on the concealment of a rather inconvenient appendage.

[LOCKED : All Wingboys]

[hellraiser02.livejournal.com]

( 01,03,04,05... )

012 - [Accidental Video]

[detectivenear.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on to show the main room of Near's detective agency. The entire room is covered in a model of the City, made completely of cards and die. Among the Cityscape are the few "gundams" and other robots that Near has. There also seems to be a working train set running along a train through the room. Near can not be seen. But the door opens to show Eve walking in, and stopping dead. She does not look amused.]

So... You expect me to walk over this?

[Near's voice is heard off to the side. The video feed seems to be coming from a shelf.]

If you knock it down, I will be rather upset.

[Eve crosses her arms over her chest and frowns.]

How thoughtful of you to make it right in front of the doorway.

[A few cards fly towards her location and set themselves down on top of a watch face. Oh look it's a clock tower!]

It was the optimal location.

[Eve relaxes just slightly, and is looking towards the camera.]

Are you trying to get back at me for wearing that outfit?

[Eve moves carefully around the Cityscape towards the table.]

No, the outfit is irrelevant to my current actions.

[She notices the camera and frowns.]

Why are you recording this anyways?

[The is a small bang as if one of the robot models were dropped]

.... pardon?

[She takes off her jacket, oh look she's wearing leather, and throws it at him]

Your recording device is on, moron.

[A force stops the jacket before it can reach the City, and then gets tossed to the coat rack in the corner]

I see. That is a bother...

[There is a click, and the video cuts off]