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[Edward Nygma is in the mayor’s office, sitting in the mayor’s chair. Mitchell’s usual desk tag is conspicuously missing from the view of the camera. He broadcasts this breaking news to the Network first, and so far there has not been any media coverage coming from City Hall.

Eddie leans forward towards the camera just a touch.]

Mitchell Hundred is missing. Contact was initially attempted sixty-eight minutes ago and has been consistent ever since. He has yet to respond to any attempt of communication. I don’t need to tell you, Network, how highly unorthodox such behavior is for Mayor Hundred, and logically we are treating this as an emergency. We’ve yet to acquire substantial, palpable evidence indicating a port-out or a kidnapping, but the fact that any effort to contact him has thus failed rather suggests harrowing possibilities. We must now resort to more dramatic maneuvers.

The available details are as follows: at four-twenty this afternoon, Mitchell had suffered from a minor concussion while overseeing reconstruction in Times Square. He was briefly hospitalized and then returned to Gracie Manor shortly after his release. His last contact was made at Gracie Manor. He is now physically missing from Gracie Manor.

[Eddie inclines his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the camera view. He draws back his shoulders.]

With a heavy heart, I must now resume the responsibility of acting Mayor until our efforts to retrieve Mitchell Hundred are fulfilled.

[And then he smirks.]

Mayor Nygma, signing off.

ooc || in reference to this plot.

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[ oh man. he doesn't know what reaction he was expecting but this certainly wasn't it. ]

That's different! [ how is it different, karkat. there is a pause that is just long enough to be awkward, before he snaps- ] Don't be retarded, you're more than good enough for me, and it's moronic of you to even consider the fact that that's what is going on here, what is even wrong with you? It's that what you're doing is unnecessary. I appreciate that you're worried about me, but I'm not stupid. I'm not about to get in over my head.

[A hiss pushes through his teeth, curls out like a snake, and sprays at the communciator. It's good that Karkat can't see the flecks of spittle dotting Gamzee's device now.]

_{It's not different.} And it's not all got to be necessary _{Eridan's killed before here and he's got a smart motherfucker as his pretend partner.} Someone who's been smart enough to find a way to get to slipping away when I had part of him crunching _{and squirming under my hand.}

Edited 2012-04-19 23:50 (UTC)

Don't you have any faith in me? The fact that he's killed before is exactly why I'm pulling this shit. I'm not going to crouch idly by diddling my bulge while he's at large being as much of a murdering, unremorseful jackass as ever.

Edited 2012-04-19 23:56 (UTC)

Bro, what motherfucker have you all killed before? _{Not fuckin' imps.} Something what's got more life in them.

_{You can fight and shit,} but it's different for a brother like you getting his murder on.

There are other ways of making people pay for what they've done than ripping their heads off, Gamzee. [ slightly accusatory? maybe. ] And you don't know what I'm capable of. [ evasive? definitely. ]

Edited 2012-04-20 22:56 (UTC)

_{You didn't like what I did} that wasn't taking a motherfucker's nugbone. _{And I didn't even take them things to make them all pay.}

One of those just needed fuckin' smooching anyway.

[Not even touching that capable stuff since no Karkat he doesn't believe that for a second.]

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private. HAHA AW

Private; AUGH

private. NAT IT IS CONTAGIOUS

Private; Oh God what a terrible curse. I hope we didn't give it to Sara too

private.

Private;