WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

[ Bradbury doesn't use the Network as much as he should, and the last few times he's had to, he's usually all business. He doesn't start talking immediately, corners of his mouth turning up and down like he's incapable of deciding whether he wants to try for a smile or a frown. Instead, he settles for a tired grimace. ]

You know, I always thought the whole idea behind making a back-up plan in case you ever get Ported out was to make things easier for the people you left behind -- not make it more complicated.

For those who haven't noticed yet, John Watson and Sherlock have both been ported out of the City. [ A beat. ] It looks like Sherlock was working on something pretty big before he left. Apparently he got ahold of someone who was willing to swear that there were Skrulls in the British Parliament -- among other things. The rabbit hole goes pretty damn deep.

[ He waves a print out that looks like it's been marked over with a own several times, shaking his head. ]

I don't know what Sherlock was planning to do with all this, but he thought it was important enough to leave behind to someone -- but I'll say it straight up, international politics and all this superhero stuff ain't really my area of expertise. So here's the deal: if you wanna know what it says, and you can promise me you're trying to work on a way to kick Vulcanus in the balls? Call me.

[ After that ringing endorsement, there's another pause, this time of the more "what the fuck do I say now" variety, but before it can extend for long, he's interrupted by a sharp bark and two blurs of fur -- one white, one much darker -- streaking into view. Terror, Bradbury's terrier, is a familiar sight from his last unfortunate video feed, but the new arrival is much larger.

Keen eyes will notice it is, in fact, not a dog but a direwolf. Not that it seems to matter as both of them promptly attempt to climb all over Bradbury, apparently deciding he's been paying far too much attention to his communicator and not enough to them. Bradbury groans in exasperation, trying to shove both canines off him as he fumbles to turn off the feed. ]

Baskerville--

( [ private to kate kane ] )

[ The video feed comes on from inside Bradbury's "office" at City Hall; the decor is relatively spartan and there isn't a lot around to mark it as his personal space yet. Bradbury himself is sitting at his desk, picking absently at a patch of gauze on his forehead; superficial and scabbed-over scratches are visible on one cheek. He's not wearing a jacket today (considering the only one he owned got shredded recently, and considering he still feels significantly bruised) and the sleeves of his dress shirt have been pushed up so his tattoos can be seen.

Needless to say, he doesn't waste any time getting straight to the point: ]

In case you're looking for a job, I might have one for you: we're looking to hire more imports onto City Hall's security team. [ He pauses. ] You can either come in as a regular officer, meaning you'd take shifts and get paid like the rest of the team, or you can come in as a specialist - meaning you've got something unique to offer that we can use, though the pay wouldn't be as regular. Right now, the priority's anyone who's had experience with combat or communications. You don't have to be a people person, but you will be part of a team, so you'll be expected to be able to work with them when you have to.

Obviously, you'd be working for the government, and you'd be answering to me. If you've got a problem with either of those, let's not bother wasting your time, or mine. It's not a glamorous job, and waiting around until someone decides it's a good idea to stir shit up can get boring pretty fast, so - if you're looking for cheap thrills, you're not going to get them here.

[ He grimaces, then winces as the expression pulls at the healing cuts on his face. ] We're also not hiring anyone who's known for causing trouble, and don't think we're not going to run a background check on anyone who applies.

Other than that... like I said, I'd prefer people who've had experience in this line of work, but at this point? So long as you're willing to learn on the job and can deal with polar bears coming in through the front door or the supervillain of the week breaking in, you're welcome to apply.

[ ooc; anyone who was in City Hall on Monday would have been aware of Pherson crashing in with a polar bear as per this ongoing log; said bear was successfully knocked unconscious and subsequently stuck back in the zoo, though not until after getting shot a few times! getting hired can be worked out ic'ly or ooc'ly via this post. or you can just harass him. that works too. :'| ]