voice.

[ofgoldenfoil]

[ Aurican is completely irritated at the whole situation. And Aurican is a rare creature to annoy. ]

To anyone who has ordered any customized clothing from Aurican Apparel, I am sorry to say that for the time being we are facing some difficulties and there might be some delays. From what my understanding, the latest vandals have apparently broken into a shipment and took off with some of Aurican Apperel clothing while destroying the rest.

[ The poor mailman. Aurican felt like he was given the worst of it - grabbed from his truck and beaten before being carjacked, and left stranded on a highway heading toward De Chima.

There's a pause on Aurican's end, as if he's internally debating the merits of what he will say next. ]

And since we are speaking of vandals, I will also recommend to those flying around - please be careful, especially if you fly at greater heights. Somebody has attempted to shoot arrows at me.

[ Key word attempted. ]

It did not work.

[ Aurican is the worst at reassuring, he does not do conveying emotions all that well. ]

[video - should-not-be-drinking-alone o'clock in the morning]

[candor1]

[ooc: just keeps this open for the duration of threads]




[The camera has been set up to point at a blank wall. As the feed turns on, there's a heavy shuffling sound; and Cassian slumps into frame, thudding his back to the wall, and sliding to sit on the floor against it. He's… more or less still in frame. He looks an absolute mess. And there's a bottle grasped in his hand.


( behind the curtain )

Apparently (impeccably) drunk, sloshing the bottle's contents onto himself just for good measure, Cassian tugged his free hand through his worse-than-usual hair and slurringly moaned into the camera.]

She kriffing left. Our friend's gone and she… She left me and says it's too much and she can't cope with both and I should know why and I don't. Says I said things… don't karking remember. Wouldn't I know better what I said than she…? I never would've… ruskakk-loving… Any of you remember me saying…? S'all bantha… one of us's gone felek and I don't know…

Tell me the truth—

[He leveled the bottle accusingly at the viewscreen, splashing again.]

Did I ever say… skragging… snogwash… what was it… "I got…" something… "…got what I wanted so I'm done"…? Does that even sound like me? But she… said… after hearing in my voice… she tried but… can't go back from… she… And he's… Això no passa…

[His mumbling devolved into a sob. He drew up one knee to wrap an arm around it and bury his face in that arm.


And I'll stay here sniffling until you bite you mimicking blasterpfassked sithspawn..]

Video

[viced]

[ In Washington DC, the Senator is far and removed from a lot of the vandalism that the imports as a whole have been seeing. In some ways, it's good, in others, it's bad, and the Senator doesn't like feeling all that removed from the rest of the community. It's clear, when he turns on his comm that he hasn't been sleeping -- probably because he's been worrying about this.

Next to him are a stack of letters, and he pulls the one from the top, and starts reading. ]

"Dear Senator Hundred, my name is Steven Stevenopholis." [ The paper lowers, Mitchell looks at the camera, deadpan. Really dude? ] "I am a contractor in De Chima, where I work very hard to support my wife and three daughters. We live modestly, in a small home on the outskirts of the city. My wife works as a teacher, and our three daughters are in school. We're trying to save money to give our girls the opportunity to go to college, but times are hard, and it can be difficult to save money on a good day, with the way the economy is. Last year, De Chima was ransacked by metahumans of your making, and De Chima was too dangerous for me to work, my wife and daughters had to stay home out of fear of their lives, and people were running the streets breathing fire, and lifting cars. It can be hard to keep going, when you fear for your life, and we try constantly to find a way to leave the city and move elsewhere, but there's nowhere to go. Right now, we have jobs, but leaving could mean that we can't support our family. I am writing to you because you are my senator, because you swore last year that you would help protect us, but... I'm starting to wonder if anyone can, when imports are involved."

[ Mitch put the letter down, and folded his hands. ]

Clearly, I could sit here all day and read these. [ The stack next to him is over a foot high of envelopes and letters. ] I... am somewhat removed from the vandalism up in DC, but that doesn't mean that I haven't felt the impact of what's happening. Just not... like the rest of you have.

I've been told by some of my colleagues in the Senate that there will be some organizing over the next few days, and we'll be trying to smooth things over starting tomorrow. I encourage each and every one of you to listen to what our companions in the world have to say. If we have the opportunity to listen, to learn what it is we've done, and it's the only way we can come together to move on.

If we can listen, and accept what we've done, we can move on. Please talk to the people who were here before us, listen to what they have to say. And maybe... let's try to build some positive relationships for the future. If we're reviled, we can't protect either ourselves or the people here. Trust me, I've, ah, been in that situation. [ He scratched the side of his face. ] We can't do anyone any good unless we can come together.

[Video]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Good evening, imPorts. Gold, here. If you've spent any time in Heropa, you may have come across my shop -- an occupation assigned me when I arrived here. However, I am pleased to announce I will be taking on another, thanks to recent events.

Having passed the Florida bar and taken care of all other necessary arrangements, I am now officially a licensed attorney. More to the point, I will only take on imPorts as clients. I have some years experience in criminal law, from my last residence, as well as many more in contract law.

[ Hooray for 28 years' worth of curse memories that happened to include law school and a career before he settled down and became the world's crankiest landlord, on top of -- y'know, several centuries as the human embodiment of Dark Magic and running all your deals on contracts and loopholes. ]

But after months of tireless study, I can bring that experience and expertise to this world.

...For us, anyhow.

I remain based out of my shop and am available by appointment.

video!

[beneathbluerafters]

Listen, I want to make something absolutely clear:

[ Klarion points the camera at something just outside his basement window. It's some kind of bug, maybe a beetle or a cockroach, but it's a bit difficult to tell which, since Klarion kind of sucks at focusing the video. The bug has been flipped over onto its back, and is squirming and flailing with all six legs to the sky. ]

This idiot tried to kick my window in, and came up against my protective wards. He did this to himself, he'll be back to normal in an hour or so. I had nothing to do with it, I'm not going back on probation again!

Video;

[wizzardly]

[there is a wizard peering suspiciously at the Network today, somewhat stooped with his arms folded across his chest.]

Right. ...I don't really think I ought to have to say this - it's been awhile now and it's just as bloody ridiculous now as it was then - but since apparently some people are going 'round and getting creative with sticks and rocks and things, I may as well have it on the record: I didn't have anything to do with the animals or the prisoners or anything else people might be angry about. That was all my poor bastard of a copy. People who know me should already know I'm actually more on the side of keeping dangerous animals and people in cages than letting them out.

Anyway, that's all. Just thought I ought to make things clear.