voice

[hiddles]

I may be speaking now what hath already been spoken— today I would talk of magic.

Do you find it the same, here? Or has this world changed it?

Forgive my curiosity. I've a reputation for tricks, but I swear I am up to no witch hunt.

Report #003 - Now from Wayne Enterprises; video, one filter

[pluckyreporter]

[Focus in on one Roxanne Ritchi; she's looking good, though a little tight about the eyes. Someone takes the subway to travel through the city, and the Mist? Pain in the psychic butt. She's not real pleased about what she felt there, not at all. But she's still got a job to do, and no maligant force rising up out the sewers is going to stop her.]

Good morning, City.

This is Roxanne Ritchi, at my shiny new office at Wayne Enterprises. Just a few weeks ago I was living on our generous stipend, and now I'm doing a bit better. Which means I'm in the place to help someone else better themselves a bit at this time.

Currently, Wayne Enterprises's Media division is putting together a little project and we need all hands on deck, as it were. I am looking for one personal assistant, a few researchers, and anyone who is looking to make their mark in television and print, as well as other non traditional media outlets for news and information. Yes, bloggers: This means you. Journalism and social media backgrounds are a bonus, but in some of these positions, you won't need it -- though it will still be helpful.

We are also seeking a lawyer to have on retainer. Experience in entertainment law and contracting a HUGE bonus. We do like to have our bases covered.

I can be contacted to set up interviews - resume if you can manage it please at [company hire email which is already public info], as well as on the Network. I look forward to hearing from you soon.


[Filtered to Megamind.]

[After her cheery request for employees, she switches to a single feed, and then clears her throat, having the decency to look bashful about not telling anybody sooner -- specifically, the only person from here that she knows, and... well, is dating..]

Well, I've got a job and we should probably celebrate at some point. But -- excuse me for being nosy reporter here -- have you been down in the subways at all recently? Something weird's going on down there. That mist isn't normal.

005 - Audio

[notgayformscott.livejournal.com]

[Sounds of a train stopping can be heard in the background.]

Figures the day I decide to be nice and go out and get bagels - real Jewish bagels - is the day the train ends up stopping. So if anyone from the office is listening, yeah, I'm going to be a little late to work.

Speaking of though, since I have all this time to sit here and twiddle my thumbs... [Really, he's annoyed.] Does this happen often? I mean sure New York back home had delays and things and weather, but this fog is kind of gross.

Maybe that's just me. I mean Scranton had its shit, but not this bad.

Fourteenth Inquiry [voice]

[nottheanswers]

[There's the sound of a deep breath being taken, and then the person just...holds it. He does so for a few moments before releasing it with a chuckle.]

You know, a little vacation like this really lets a guy know how much he's worth. And if all this is any indication, my net value is apparently a small fortune in tinfoil. I guess a few people missed me, who'd have thought? [He snickers.]

It's funny, though. Just when you settle on the fact that you'll be here for the long haul, something comes along to remind you how limited your stay can be. Guess I shouldn't waste so much time this round. After all, if it's the waiting that's the real killer, why not find something better to do?

I have a few ideas.

[encrypted to Ari, Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, Carrie Kelley]

I've got an offer to make. An opportunity to help you learn a few things.

Let me know if you're interested.

voice;

[coolstorybrogan]

Taking orders from an AI. How insulting.

And she called me a hero. It’s a big word... Not in length but in meaning. Too full of concepts and emotions that I don’t understand or feel. I don’t like it. I am not a hero, I am only Grunt.

There are a good number of you quadless humans talking on this thing. Talking too much. Where can I fight? Who can I kill? Someone big preferably. It doesn't matter who, as long as they are stronger than the average human... That way I won't get bored too quickly.

And where is Shepard?

0023 ☆ video.

[hexappeal]

[Oh, hey! It's another joint post with Zee, this time with the usual partner-in-crime Ted Kord and newcomer, Clark Kent. They are in what appears to be a more high-end, independent grocery store. Zatanna has a cup of coffee in her hand and she's leaning forward against a rather full cart. Clark and Ted are perusing the meat section beside her, since she isn't exactly an expert on the subject (heh). Ted is the first to address the audience, waving!]

So, uh. Hi, network! This guy right here who is very serious about his steaks is our friend Clark, from back home.

[And Clark looks up from the steaks, a bit startled.] Oh, geez, you're film-- Hi? Like Ted said, I'm Clark. Kent. Er. Zatanna managed to run into me while I was, well, dumbfoundedly staring around the City. Interviewed her a while back, so she took pity on me and offered me a room. [He smiles a bit and returns to scrutinizing meat packages.]

It's a pretty great article, surprisingly low on magic puns! [Zatanna's looking less bored and more attentive now.] Anyway, you know how it's been unnaturally nice lately? We figured that we'd throw a barbecue before we can't. But there's a catch! Being so close to Halloween, we've decided to make it a barbecue costume party! And don't try to pull any of that "it's too short notice," crap with me. There are always costumes!

So this barbecue-costume... thing... is also a welcome party! Kind of. So let us know if you want anything ...special, I guess? Um. [There's an awkward shrug, and he grins at Clark.] Take it away, maestro.

[Clark looks back up from the steak.] Maestro? Wouldn't go that far. It's at Zee's place, Sunday afternoon. [He looks a bit plaintive.] It's just to have a good time, so anyone's welcome, but please no causing trouble? Either direction?

[Zatanna takes over at this point, since she's more confrontational than Clark is.] Seriously, guys. None of that superhero-villain-grey-area-whatever argument BS. We're strictly off duty, got it? If you can handle that, it starts at four, but the grilling will start around five, so feel free to show up a little later. It may go on well into the night and the yard will be lit up, so we won't be restricted to the inside.



[ooc: BLUE is Ted, RED is Clark, and PURPLE is Zatanna! More details about this shindig can be found over here on the ooc comm!]

III.

[couldmakeucare.livejournal.com]

[Veronica sits on a park bench somewhere. She is, unlike her icon I got hurt and then I got sick so sue me I haven't finished drawing new ones, wearing a red hoodie (hood still up) and a scoopneck shirt] So, this might be a little odd, but I need some advice: fashion versus armor. Prioritize what when, and can I get armor that isn't obvious?

See, when I got here, I was in my desert robes. Which happen to be reinforced by a very nice fiber mesh that absorbs ballistic damage. I think you've got some similar stuff here called kevlar. Great for, you know, wandering the Mojave desert and surviving getting shot.

Also, sidenote? This is not an invitation to "borrow" my armor, as nice it might sound. [dark smile] Unless you're tired of having an intact skull. [back to more casual tone]

Anyway, here, passersby kept asking me if I was a "jawa." And I don't know what a "jawa" is, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't complimentary. Not to mention, I would rather not draw a lot of attention.

So, I've managed to pick up some more local threads, and even managed to fulfill my fondest dream: to get a dress and wear it somewhere fancy. And I thought, okay, most people walk around here unarmored, it's probably safe. But we've had those murders and stuff, and obviously things get hot and heavy here a lot and not in the fun way, so the idea of sacrificing bullet-resistant entirely for looks does give me pause.

I realize it's going to be impossible to get a bulletproof dress, but any advice for how to find a comfortable compromise? Or where one even buys armor if that's a possibility? It obviously exists, but the local pawn shops aren't obliging.

TWO. VIDEO.

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

You know, at every World's Fair they said that they'd have flying cars by now, but instead you have -- whatever you want to call this "Internets" thing. So, I suppose instead of going to an agency, everything is on the "web"? I certainly don't understand what's so hard about submitting a paper application.

[she just sighs, as if she's too good to go work in a department store.] Secretaries are getting younger and younger and they still don't know the basics of it. It's no good if all you do is say "yes" when you're told something, it's being able to predict what he needs and providing it. It's almost as if cattiness has been replaced by a boxed salad sitting in front of a box.

Oh dear, I'm starting to sound like someone's mother. My point, which pains me to make, is that if you're looking for a secretary or even an office manager, I'll be happy to apply in person.

[ooc; ;; would it be okay to get a tag please?]

BREAKING NEWS (forward dated to Thursday 7am news broadcast)

[vivi-sorrow.livejournal.com]

"... and now we cross to Barney with the weather! What's the weather doing in The City today?"

"Thanks Joe - I've just been informed that there's a very odd weather pattern going on right now; seems like there's a thick fog under parts of Manhattan right now!"

"Under?"

"Yes - under! It started very early this morning and it's dropped visibility in the subway system to just a few feet. Commuters have desribed it as "thick," "sickly sweet" and "heavy." The morning train commute is going to be slower than usual because of it, but the Bureau of Meteorology says there should be no adverse effects and they're monitoring the situation. Hopefully it'll just clear up in a few hours and things will be fine again."

[OOC: Ladies and gentlemen, the Mist plot starts today! Side effects of Mist included greatly reduced visibility, pshychic noise, hardening of hearts and increased feral animal attacks.]

Thirty-eighth course [voice]

[notadartboard]

What do you say to someone who shows up here even though you know they're dead back home?

[abrupt question is abrupt, sorry]

'How's it going?' seems like an asshole-ish question in that situation. But you have to say something, it's only polite. Especially if they're going to be hanging around for who knows how long in this place. Eh, not that it matters anymore. At least he got a few extra weeks. Some good food and good rum, and a little time with his brother that he didn't get before.

[a pause for a deep, indulgent drag off a cigarette. There's more than one of those in this post]

Speaking of the formerly dead...Doc McCoy. I've got a question or two about the school.

Oh. I got the weirdest phone call earlier today. Seems one of the former cooks from All That Jazz passed my name along to some producer or something from the cooking TV channel. Anybody know anything about appearing on television? I'm debating whether to say yes...I don't really give two shits about proving my cooking skills to anyone but at the rate Luffy goes through food, I might be able to use the money.