21st Memo- Message from the D.O.I.- [Video]

[maggotbone]

Some days I really wonder why I bother doing what I'm doing. Idiots requesting days off because, what, some stupid holiday coming up? Please, you get the one day via government policy to stuff your face with family and talk about what you're "thankful for". We do not need to span that out for three days. More than half you people spend all your time bitching and complaining about your families anyway. Take a few days off my halfie ass. I'm doing you a favor by making it mandatory. Honestly.

With that said, holidays are something of an emotional time for people far away from home. [She rolls her eyes] Imports are no exception to this. Obviously since this is the most direct line of communicating with other Imports, I'm leaving an open forum to send to our HR and to collect as general data. Personally I think it's a waste of time, but for the overall adjustment to this situation, the bleeding hearts in social work think it might help. So let's humor them, shall we?

Where are you from?
What do you miss the most?
What's the hardest part about adjusting here?
What service do you wish was offered that isn't?

Easy. I'm not expecting all of you to respond, but the few that do will be the few represented in future programs and policies. Take it seriously, if you don't want something unfortunate to happen.

3.4 [video]

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

I know this is a weird request, but... after the last couple emergencies the City had, I've run low on paper reserves. Uh, it's to use with my powers. I've been restocking slowly, but... if you ever have clean paper you were planning on recycling or throwing away, could you please leave it on the 3rd floor of the MAC?

Thank you very much.

[almost shuts off, then stops to say something else] Uh... I'm not American, so Thanksgiving isn't something we do. People are talking about it a lot though. Talking how they get to spend time with family. [looks downward, pensively]

Is it weird, to miss your family for something you've never even celebrated?

002 [Video]

[ashensorrow.livejournal.com]

[Haibara is sitting on the floor, with her legs tucked underneath her and her hands settle in her lap after she moves her right hand away from the communicator.

She's sitting at the foot of her bed in her new apartment.

Her expression is somber and contemplative. She spends a moment gazing off into the distance before she turns her attention back to the communicator.

When she speaks, her voice is her quiet, but has an air of maturity to it; it's no longer forced higher than it should be, and it's no longer burdened with artificial, childish affectations.]

Seems like I've gotten settled in... it's easy to do, when all you've got on you is one bag.

Thank you again, Flint.

The workings of this city continue to be puzzling...

Regardless, Goku, are you hungry? I haven't gone out to eat in a while. Would you like to come? We could look for a restaurant together.

My treat.

07 → [voice]

[latexspectre]

In case anyone gives a damn, Sally Jupiter's been ported out. [a beat] Again.

That means she won't be available for the PR position we were talking about, Jack. We'll just have to find someone else for the spot, I guess.

[Laurie sighs.]

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving, City. Stay safe this weekend.

Channel Five's Having a Slow Day...

[out_of_time]

...with repairs to the damage in Battery Park well under way.

[The anchorwoman looks like she's having a bit of trouble keeping a straight face as she begins this next item, but gets much more serious as she reads on.]

In other news, consumer advocacy groups are demanding a product recall of the Roomba, following a series of bizarre accidents within the City involving the robotic vaccuum cleaner. Recent reports have claimed that some Roombas have started roaming homes well outside of their standard programming, sometimes sucking up valuable items like jewelry along with household dust or damaging other objects.

There have even been cases where the robots have apparently become hostile and attacked owners and pets, resulting in three dead cats, two hospitalized people, and one death.

[The view cuts to an external shot of a house in the Turtle Bay neighbourhood which seems to be surrounded by police tape.]

That's right, the owner of this home was found dead in his kitchen yesterday, his body seemingly mangled by a nearby Roomba. Police are investigating, and the robot has been taken into evidence under stringent precautions. The CPD is refusing to speculate on links between the death and other accidents, or on whether this is yet another inexplicable tragedy brought about by the Porter.

[Cut back to the anchor, who looks like she can't quite believe what she's just read.]

The Roomba's manufacturers have declined comment. We'll bring you more on this story as information becomes available.

[ooc: Part of a little plot involving Ned and the police; open to character comment!]

Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks Lines of cocaine cut in Hell [Voice]

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

Dirty limerick time! A'hem'hem...

There once was a man from Kentucky
Who thought he'd come try to get lucky
With Thompson out, he gave a shout
Who knew 'ol Sanders was so plucky?

#2 ● video

[soulbondee]

[HELLO, CITY. It's Yuma, that kid with the stupidest hair in all existence. He's still getting the hang of the Network, but at least the video is mostly steady this time. And right-side up. Progress! Our feed is the kitchen of your standard MAC apartment, and judging by the angle, the communicator is propped against the wall on one of the counters. Yuma leans back, grinning at the camera, and picks up a knife. ... No, not like that. He's in the kitchen, silly, he's got vegetables to chop, carrots and celery and some onions. There's an open cookbook on the counter as well. He goes back to chopping carrots. Just making dinner. This is so incredibly fascinating, you guys. ]

You know... [chopchopchopchop] I don't get why we're brought here. I thought a whole other world would be exciting. Full of adventure and romance and dramatic stuff like that, but it's really boring compared to Heartland. It makes no sense! [While he's talking, he absently flips a bowl from the counter and catches it in his empty hand, sliding the carrots off the cutting board and into the dish, which he then frisbee flips back to the counter. He's not showing off he's just bored. Anyway. Chopping resumes with celery.] It's all gray and heartless. I can't bring it to 'em when there's nothing to bring it to, you know? So what's the point?

Even the stores here are boring. Your mall doesn't even have a roller coaster! [SIGH. HIS LIFE IS SO HARD, YOU GUYS. Starting to flip through the book. Through the cook book he wrote in. Yes. Shut up.] And the grocery stores never have what I want, or it's waaay in the baa-aa-aack and then I got thrown out. Tch. Shouldn't have put a display right at corner like that...

Huh? [suddenly, distracted by book.] I didn't use these pages yet...

[Yuma resumes chopping the celery and leeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaans in to squint at the book, slowly mouthing words. He recoils, scowls, and examines some more. Spoken without pauses, but with an increasingly confused expression:]

"In a galaxy faraway in a grand room made of brill-ain't colored crystal on a dark and stormy night which happened to be the anniversary of Dead Maxx's defeat new evil was afoot."

[This is some really engaging literature in his cookbook, you guys.]

What the heck is thi----ow ow ow ow-!

[Yes that was definitely some knife against knuckles, because Yuma is the smoothest operator. Knife goes down, knuckles into his mouth for a moment, out, and shaken as if he can fling pain out.] Dammit...

[pause.

slowly
looks
back to the comm. freeze.

cracks into a smile.]

Uhhhhhhaha, I... I'm fine! See! [Holds up his hand. Hey at least he didn't cut of his fingers!] I'll! Just! Talk to you later okay bye--

[and scene.]

oo7; video

[indentcision]

[ The communicator's propped against the wall of an all white cell, two walls and the floor in shot. Hung on the wall in perfectly even, symmetrical rows are pages from a day-by-day page calendar, which read the dates of 2 12, 20, 22, and 24, although there are a few 11s and other miscellaneous numbers that correspond with the month & day in their own column.

Harvey Dent is seated on his bed, meticulously tearing page after page of the remaining calendar into tiny pieces, and as such the floor is covered in calendar confetti. He glaces up at the communicator screen and holds up one page, visible as Tuesday, November 22nd. His hand is marred with papercuts. ]

Just two more days, hm? Can't say I care much for Thanksgiving, myself. Not a lot to be thankful for around here. I always thought there was something unsavory about celebrating colonial injustice by stuffing our faces full of food. [ He folds the calendar page carefully and puts the folded paper into his mouth to chew on. ] But it isn't like I have plans anyway. Though I'm sure someone else does.

[ He sneers to himself and goes back to tearing. Rip rip rip rip rip. ]

Good luck surviving the holidays.