[21st Bust] Returning from Mexico.....and Late for Work (AUDIO)

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Police Filter]

Sorry about the late arrival but Carmen and I made it back okay. We got wrapped up in an arms deal involving a Navy Seal and some gun runners. The Military is taking care of the issue now so it's not coming to us but to just let you know, keep your eye out for the fugitives. One's a man named Tom Beckler the other goes by Gary Noose. They ran before the AFN and ATF could catch them.

Anyway, I'm ready to go to work. Anything for me?

[/end filter]

Mexico was fun and returning here to the cold is like a culture shock to me. I nearly forgotten how much I feel a little foreign. Anyway, anything new going on?

[05 / text - backdated to around 2pm yesterday] - filtered from Slade

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

sinCe it looks like i’m not the only one feelng out of it this morning ther must be aa good explanation for why ive lost three days and feel like i Died sometime before then .

good news : finally past that stage of dehdryation where you actually cant stop throwng up no mattr what you put in yo ur stomach




[Private to Terry McGinnis]

you around ?


[ooc: will catch up on tags probably tonight, since I have to run to work in about ten minutes boo :(

001 -- video;

[chipsfalling.livejournal.com]

Well, well, well, well, well.

[There's a pause while Tyler smiles expansively into the lens. There's something just a bit off about it, twisted up and wrong, like the stretch of his lips is hiding a razorblade, something that can cut or slash.]

This is unexpected.

Not that I was expecting much, really. Big white light, maybe some cherubs, a booming voice welcoming me into Eternity, something cliched like that. Heaven will probably turn out to be a disappointment. Most things do.

[There's a pause. Tyler rubs a hand slowly along his jaw, as if checking to make sure it's all in one piece, still grinning that same, hideous grin.]

I should have seen this coming. Didn't I say it once? On a long enough timeline, everyone's survival rate drops to zero. Even mine. I had no idea how soon that was going to be when I said it, but there you go.

But look at this. Here I am, alive and well, with this fucking computer calling me a hero. It's like I didn't just get shuffled off to oblivion, and man, is that a fucking relief.

[ Beat. The grin widens. Tyler's teeth flash white in his face, and his hand drops away from his jaw. ]

So hi, I'm Tyler Durden, and who the fuck are all of you?

o1. [voice]

[fireballed.livejournal.com]

[This is the sound of walking. WALKING WITH A PURPOSE.]

Okay, so just whose bright idea was this? I HAD THINGS TO DO, YOU KNOW. I don't care what that machine said, this is stupid. And then it just hands me this thing to talk to people on, like that would work. How'm I supposed to talk to anyone on this little thing?

Whatever, I don't care. If there is anyone that can hear me on this thing, I need some answers. Now.



[and then two minutes of silence before it's posted, someone didn't inform her she has to post before anyone can respond]

004 [Video]

[theredarachnid.livejournal.com]

[The viewscreen shows Ben up close, in all his unshaven, raccoon-eyed glory. A weekend spent sleeping will do that to you. Interestingly enough, the usually blond haired Ben is sporting brown hair.]

...dammit. How is it that I lost a weekend sleeping, and still feel tired? [Looks to the left] I mean...hell. Whatever happened, I was pretty useless I guess.

And I know I promised a lot of different things to a lot of different people, even before I lost a weekend, and I'm sorry I've fallen so far behind. So Avengers, I'm sorry. Matt, I'm sorry. The woman I was going to try to make knife costume stuff for? I'm sorry. And...yeah, anyone else who feels I screwed up? I'm sorry.

I think I need a vacation. Anyone know where I can rent a motorcycle without a valid driver's license, insurance, or whatever legal paperwork you need here? Haven't exactly had time to do...whatever it is you need to do now.

[Deep sigh.]

three ✧ video [backdated to yesterday]

[equalled.livejournal.com]

[Harry is looking rather peaky and there's a small crack in his glasses, but otherwise he's okay. His untidy hair is only a little untidier than usual, though running a hand through it doesn't improve it in the slightest. Harry grins ruefully.]

I can't remember the last time I was this hungry.

Anyway, I'm not sure what that was all about, but I hope everyone is okay and, er, awake now. [A hesitating pause.] And I'm sorry to anyone who got stuck in my messed-up head.

But yeah. Everyone okay?

Police Filter

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

All right, now that everyone's done sleeping on the job, has anyone seen McClane? I assumed he would turn up after the latest nonsense wore off, but I haven't seen him around the station yet.

video

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[ There's a muffled giggle as the communicator turns on, camera facing the carpet and a pair of pink socks for a second before it's turned around and quicktothepoint 's back comes into view. They're crouched in the hallway.

He appears to have a roll of cellophane in his hands. ]

Ready? Oh-- shh, okay. Here he comes!

[ The camera turns onto a normal-looking doorway. A shadow appears. If you squint, you might catch a flash of movement where Tommy is. Suddenly, the doorway catches in the light a bit more.

Annnd-- BAM!

owwmyspine of the Dentist Beard makes full facial contact with an INVISIBLE BARRIER OF DOOM. ]

Ffff--!

[ Laughter can be heard before the feed cuts. ]

one ☠ video

[curses]

Well, well, well. What do we have here? Is this one last attempt by the blood traitors and Mudbloods to defeat the Dark Lord?

[Bella sounds quite cheerful despite being dumped in a foreign Muggle place. After all, Harry Potter is dead. Or at least she thinks he is. Also shut up she spent forever trying to work the comm.]

I suppose it is my unfortunate duty to inform you that it's too late. The Dark Lord has won, and sooner or later he will come and get me from this filthy place. As for now? I might as well enjoy myself.

[Out of the camera's view, a random NPC suddenly screams in pain, soon joined by the passers-by's panicked shouts. Bella shrieks with laughter, and this continues for a few more minutes before the comm times out.]

Addressing a loose end

[notthevegetable.livejournal.com]

[ooc: The following is behind a cut due to graphic violence and death of a naughty NPC. The events are tied back to Abby's trial. Kale is ... being Kale.

For ease of keeping things clear, everything in RED is on the video that goes out across the network. The rest happens off video and is just here the flesh out the events. These events happen late Tuesday night because Friday can't have all the fun right? ;D

These events have been cleared with Gabbie, Thank you again Gabbie! ]

( Non IC cut for graphic depiction of violence and death of an NPC )

Video;

[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

[Jon is up and walking around, his shoulder bandaged and a glimpse of a line of pillbottles on the dresser behind him to indicate he's not yet fully recovered, but he looks much healthier than he did some days ago. He's talking to the comm as he goes about the room straightening up, finding and fiddling with a ratty brown suit and an orange tie.]

There's plenty of talk on the Network about criminality, the need for 'heroes' to vindictively punish 'villains', but I haven't seen a whisper about the mentally ill. The--modern day solution for individuals suffering from disorders that drive them to commit unlawful acts is to relegate them to homeless shelters--or jails.

Phasing out mental institutions across America, making weakened gestures towards medicating outpatients, and letting correctional facilities humiliate, blame and crush those afflicted don't seem like actions any self-respecting hero should tolerate. I must ask why anyone does, and why it's taken two years to think about an imPort hospital--is prison really a satisfactory place? Does it really prevent people with unsound minds from re-offending?

Clearly not.

Deinstitutionalization is how the government communicates the little they care for the safety of the sick and the well. Fortunately, individuals like Norman Osborn have enough wealth and conscience to ensure not all America's prosperity is hoarded and funneled back and forth between greedy corporations with no interest in social programs or betterment.

I'm pleased to announce I'll be acting as Director of Psychiatry for the hospital; I can answer relevant questions, or turn them over to my colleagues, as necessary. We're hiring in preparation, if you need a job, I would suggest sending in an application sooner rather than later.

[pauses, and goes over to shrug on his coat, then snags the device]

[Private to Thomas Blake]

All right, it's been long enough. Turn yourself in. I'll be sending Dr. Quinzel to vouch for you at your trial--we'll take good care of you.

[Private to Terrance Ward]

I think we can resume your training. How is your bookwork coming along?

[Private to Nico]

Are you angry with me?

002 - Audio

[in-the-tardis.livejournal.com]

This place is completely barmy! I just-- I don't understand it! Granted, if Mum were here she'd say that that's hardly a surprise, but still! I mean, people fallin' asleep, no matter where they are or what they're doin', all at exactly the same time. And we're supposed to do what exactly? Stop it? Catch the bad guy? Yeah, I don't think my office skills will come in handy there.

I don't know what the flippin' heck that supercomputer thing was thinkin' about bringin' me here! I mean, I said this before, I'm not a bloody hero. The Doctor's the one who saves planets, rescues civilizations, not me. He's the brains of the operation. I'm just there for the adventure. Why it let him go and kept me here, I've no idea.

[the frightened shrieks of a woman can be heard through the comm, closely followed by the sound of Donna's hurried footsteps as she races towards the scene. It doesn't take long before she stumbles upon a mugging.]

Oi! What the hell are you doing?!

[a male voice filters through the comm now, gruff and with the intention of intimidating her]

What's it to you?! Fuck off and mind your own fuckin' business.

Yeah, well, I can tell you now, mate, me doin' that isn't bloody likely.

Alright, you asked for it!

[there's a pained groan]

You crazy bitch, you kneed me in my fuckin' balls.

[she ignores him and, by the tenderness of her tone, it's clear that she's now talking to the victim]

You alright?

Yeah, I am. Now. Who- Who are you?

[there's a clear smile in her voice now]

Donna Noble. [she says this next bit with an amused - almost sarcastic - air. If this computer wants her to be a superhero, why shouldn't she have a daft superhero name?] Supertemp.

NINE: cautionary tales from the lost universe [VOICE]

[livesarock]

[forward-dated to about 2 a.m.

the obligatory few seconds of preparation silence, then a clearing of the throat. the attempt at sounding somewhat official is shot and dead by the third syllable, with the remainder of this announcement in a kind of low tone, trying to keep from waking the Beast...]

Ah, about...the new girl in the City, Lina...She's been here before, but has no recollection of it as far as I can tell and what she's said. So...

[slight pause, tone kind of flattening out in places:]

It's probably in everyone's best interests not to get her too angry. As long as that doesn't happen, then everything should be f–[cut short. beat. exhale.] Fine, really. At least, at least until she understands how things work here. [and that you can't blow up city blocks because your burger was served cold.] It might not take that long, but I'm not sure this time around.

So...That's probably a good idea.

8th bite (backdated to afternoon); voice

[ridethetiger]

[The audio cuts on abruptly to the sound of something small and metallic lightly tapping against the comm. To go along with it, Ggio's humming, which turns into him reciting something in a soft voice, and what do you know, it's in English.]

Bottoms up, bottoms up, e'ry single cup
Got a cup of bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up - throw yo hands up
Tell sekurrty we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up - pocket full of gree
Girl, you know I luh the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw yo hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms...

[... Strangely enunciated and nnnot quite accurate, but English nonetheless. Some more tapping, and his voice comes back, more clearly.]

All around the world, do you hear me?
Do you like my body, an' a nic - mierda!

[WTF HE DIDN'T PRESS RECORD DID HE SDKBLBS AUDIO ENDS.


Replies will be in Spanish, handily translated to English.]

Second Petal - Voice

[flowersexual.livejournal.com]

Is there anyone willing to recommend a good flower shop? There is an order I would like to place as soon as possible.