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Sep. 24th, 2009 12:47 am
inthephonebook: (Badass)
[This broadcast can be heard by every ship in the fleet]

Hello, Captains of all the ships belonging or formally belonging to the Tagruato Corporation. My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, Warden of the White Council, Wizard of the City of Chicago, and apparently according to that file of yours a severe risk to the project.

Anyway, I just thought in the name of good sportsmanship, I'd give you all a call and let you know just how screwed you really are. I'm sure you'll have noticed all those guys making mincemeat out of your fighters and warships, but really they're just the advanced guard of what you're about to face.

I trust you've all seen the new flags two of your aircraft carriers are sporting? Those belong to an organization called the Black Knights, led by a man calling himself Zero. Now, you probably aren't all that scared of Zero, let's face it, he's kind of a drama queen and that cape is a clear Batman knock off. Hell, he looks like he's going to Halloween. However, what you might not know about him is that Zero is a tactical genius, and more so has the power to control the minds of others and bend them inescapably to his will. Now, your superiors might have told you there are limits to this power, but I assure you there aren't anymore.

In fact, I hear that he's already managed to infiltrate some of your ships. You might want to watch out for that.

Betrayal begets betrayal Tagruato, and right now you have betrayed any sense of human decency. You are responsible for the deaths of countless men, women, and children, the mutilation of even more, the abduction of people from their homes, and the destruction of families. I don't care what kind of half-assed excuses you've told yourselves about just doing a job or not having a choice that lets you get to sleep at night, because I am telling you here and now that is bullshit. Everyone is responsible for their own actions, and right now you are facing the very people who's lives you destroyed. It may be easy to lord over them from a distance, or pretend they aren't real because you can't see them, but now you can, you can look into their eyes, and see the people you've tormented, and know they are coming for you.

You have one chance, only one, of making it out of this with your lives and souls intact. Ask yourselves if paying the bills is worth dying, worth giving up your humanity for a corporation who probably won't even pay your life insurance benefits, then turn around and leave now.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, and you have taken my family. May God have mercy on you, because I won't.

[Transmission Ends. Five minutes later one of the battleship's main guns turns and fires several shells into its neighbor. Two minutes after that another one does the same. Neither of the attacking ship's bridges can be hailed, even if the Tagruato crew is still clearly in charge.]
inthephonebook: (Default)
"New Yorkers like to boast that if you can survive in New York, you can survive anywhere. But if you can survive anywhere, why live in New York?"

Still, it hasn't been that bad, all things considered.

Guess I better turn out the lights.
inthephonebook: (Harry)
[His voice is soft, and has a hollowness to it that hints at a sorrow he can't handle]

I...this isn't how you should find out, but it looks like we're running a bit low on time, and...and I should do this much at least, if nothing else.

So...I just wanted to ask...what names would you suggest for a boy or a girl?

I was thinking Margret, if she was a girl...

...


I can't lose them like this...she should have a family...she should have me
inthephonebook: (spell)
[OOC: This transmission is sent directly into the mind of everyone the caster designates, which at this point is pretty much every character in Manhattan unless Harry would have a good reason not to, and the major NPC’s like those working in the supply center. Also, feel free to listen to this song while reading. Finally, the kido does allow people to respond, so feel free to comment via voice post]

Hello people of Manhattan, my name is Harry Dresden. I am currently communicating to you through a spell cast by Captain Hitsugaya Toshiro. I’m sorry for intruding in your thoughts like this, but at this moment I don’t have any other choice.

As some of you may know, a little over a week ago a group of individuals intercepted a collection of files being transported by our captors. These files contained, among other things, the answers so many of us have been looking for.

The initial attack on the city, the creation of the giant monsters that have devastated it, and the abduction of people from other dimensions has all been perpetrated by a group calling itself the Tagruato Corporation. This group stumbled upon a formula for a chemical that can transform normal humans into those creatures that have attacked us, a method of controlling the creatures, and a means of brining in test subjects from other realities with which to use it on.

It seems that whatever its advanced technologies, however, Tagruato is about as efficient as any other large corporation, and they failed to anticipate the existence of certain counter measures capable of halting the transformation. Now they’re getting desperate, and have issued an ultimatum. If they do not gain 100 monsters within six months they are to simply eliminate all trace of their experiment. That’s a polite way of saying they intend to murder every man, woman, and child in this city. However, first they have to destroy our method of reversing the effects of the transformation, and should they fail, they will strike in three weeks time. The order was given roughly two weeks ago.

It is my belief that the air raid sirens at the beginning of the week were a message. They have not succeeded in destroying our means of protecting ourselves, and it is my belief that now they intend to destroy us.

I know what I’m trying to tell you is hard to take, and that you are all already tired, hurt, scared, angry, and have been pushed to the limits of what any being could be expected to endure. Many of you have seen your home destroyed, and the rest have been torn from yours. Our powers have been weakened, our food and tools stolen, and the only people trying to help us on the outside have been silenced. There is no rescue coming people, as of this moment, all we have is each other.

There is, however, one thing they cannot take from us, and that is our ability to chose to fight back. These are not gods we are facing, nor monsters, or even armies. This is a slushy company, run by men, greedy men who sit in lofty towers and treat those under them as mere tools to become even richer. They are willing to murder children to get what they wish, to burn an entire city just for profit, and these men are seeking to create an army of unstoppable monsters under their command.

That is why I’m asking more from all of you than you may have ever been asked before. This is bigger than simply our survival, than simply going home or getting revenge. If they succeed in silencing us here, what’s going to stop them from trying this again somewhere new? Innocent people from every possible reality are in danger from these experiments, and that is why we have to make sure that this does not happen again, that the people who died here didn’t die for nothing.

Some of you are heroes where you come from, some healers, leaders, followers, warriors, scientists, explorers, average civilians, or even villains, but none of that matters anymore. All of us have had our lives torn from us, and if we are going to get them back we need each other. We have to set aside the disputes and differences that have divided to stand together, because right now we’re all each other has. Outsider, native, demon, human, hero, villain, none of it makes a difference, because at this moment we are one thing, we are the citizens of Manhattan, a city that has always accepted all who seek its shelter. We’re together.

We have already accomplished amazing things together here, have already ruined our captor’s plans without even truly knowing what is going on, and now I truly believe we can win. Inside each and every one of us is the potential to make a difference, the power to win the day, and together, we’re going to give those pencil pushing slushy makers the kind of fight they could never have imagined. The leaders of every major faction and organization in this city should meet to see what we can do to prepare, and each individual should take the time to gather what defenses they can.

We will strive to continue to make these transmissions to keep everyone informed of what is going on. Remember, you are not alone.

This is Harry Dresden, signing out.
inthephonebook: (innocent)
Damn it, knew I shouldn't have flipped that switch.

My bad everyone, I'll figure out how to turn them off.

After all, no sense in panicking. Wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong idea.
inthephonebook: (Let's go)
Say, Aerith, my garden doesn't seem to be growing, and I'm worried if I don't do something soon all our seeds might wither. Could you come over as soon as you can?

Oh, and I got the note on my door. I think I need to invest in a white board.
inthephonebook: (you're kidding...)
[Sounds bone weary exhausted]

Giselle, can you fix a leather coat?

Flute, we should talk when you get a chance.

Looks like I'm on mandatory bed rest, anyone want to try some Dungeons and Dragons so I don't go insane with boredom?
inthephonebook: (innocent)
Say Russel, do you still have that book you wanted to show me?
inthephonebook: (spell)
Hey folks, I thought this might come in handy for future reference:

[OOC: Posted below this message is a map of Manhattan's subway system. Anyone who signed up to patrol and got a message from Giselle will note they had a color on their slip of paper that corresponds to one of the subway routes. It's pretty obvious that this is their patrol routes]

Also, I know we have a gathering of the various scientists in this city who have done a lot of good, and I was thinking we mages should really do our part. I know there was a young woman named Willow trying to organize something earlier, and I'd like to keep that going. Wizards of Manhattan, what do you think?


[Edit. Locked to those who replied, medium to hack]

We'll meet where my last big meeting was. If you weren't there for that, stop by the Strand and I'll let you know.

[Voice]

May. 23rd, 2009 01:32 am
inthephonebook: (Let's go)
[He sounds tired, and vaguely in pain, but his voice is determined]

From what I've been able to gather, earlier today a citizen of Manhattan who had been suffering from a crab bite underwent a mutation that transformed them into a creature similar to the ones that have destroyed this city. I know this knowledge has frightened, angered, and disturbed many of us, myself included.

Now, however, is not the time to start panicking and running around lashing out. I'm not advocating putting our heads in the sand, but let's face facts, people have organized crab hunts before, some of them massive, and it's total effect has been temporary at best. I've been in those tunnels many times, and there's no telling how many are down there.

[Brief pause]

Now, I'm sure you're all thinking, 'well great Harry, way to be a depressing jerk with no real answers,' but there you would be wrong. I'm not suggesting we do nothing, just that we do what we can. First off, everyone with a crab bite get to Aya's clinic now. She is absolutely right in that no matter what the reason, people with bites need to be healed. Not doing so, or failing to heal someone for personal reasons, is going to put everyone at risk and I will personally find a way to kick your ass if you don't.

Secondly, we need to organize regular patrols of this city once again. While our police force and private groups have done a great job, the fact is there are too many people here for us to protect them by just running around on our own. A lot of us are used to working on our own back home, I know I am, but this isn't home, this is some place new, and we need to adapt and deal.

Now, while the patrols can help with crabs, we also need to find a way to contain some of the population, and I'm open to suggestions. I know it's tempting to just go out and kill as many as possible, but that will expose even more people to bites, and be a temporary solution. We need a long term plan to deal with this, or we're going to run into this problem again a few weeks or months down the line.

Patrols will move in teams of two, and respond to protect citizens from crabs and other threats. Aya, Zero, and Mia are all right in that we need to be organized if we're going to make it through this. This is still a city with a large population, but it's one that has been stripped of all organizational structures that make it possible for so many people to live together in an urban area.

I'm not proposing a new government, that will possibly bring more problems than it will solve, and I sure as hell don't claim to know how to run anything, but I do know that we have survived here for nine months by working together against impossible odds. Just weeks ago some of you penetrated the most dangerous place on the island by working together. I'm asking you now to volunteer to work together to keep each other safe. For those who wish to protect others, do it because it's the right thing to do, and for those with other motive, do it because it's the best chance for you to survive.

I know this sounds all flowers and puppies and utter nonsense, but I've seen some amazing things in this city, and I think we can do this.

I'm going to the precinct to see what I can do to help. Anyone interested in volunteering please contact me there, and we can coordinate with the police force.

We've surprised these bastards before, let's show them how good at surprising them we've become.

(OOC: I'm actually willing to organize a patrol schedule if people want to, feel free to comment here if your character would, and I'll whip something up)
inthephonebook: (For the love of...)
In case certain inhabitants of the building happen to check the journal, I'd just like to note that some of us do try to occasionally have a moments peace of mind, and that currently our only master key is a fire axe, so if you could consider maybe moving the experiment to somewhere we can't hear it?

Like New Jersey?

Just a thought.
inthephonebook: (Interesting...)
So, I was going through the images from the Cloverfield Bluray DVD, which includes a commentary track which contained all sorts of interesting details about what was going on in the movie while our heroes were wandering around going "BETTTTTTHHHHH" and talking about flaming hobos.

I found some very very interesting details. I've selected some screen caps to share.

Cut because it's image heavy )
inthephonebook: (well then)
[His voice is tired and strained]

So, who exactly do you see about getting back to Kansas when you're the Wizard exactly? And before you ask, I left my ruby slippers back in Chicago.

Judging by the clock on this thing, I've been gone a few days, so I can-

[There's a sound of him shifting and a muffled grumble]

Can only assume that everything has gone to hell in a hand basket, the monster's running wild, and Zero has taken over and mandated we all wear stupid capes. If this is not the case I will be very pleased.

[Tired laugh]

See kids, that's the trick to always being happy with your life; having depressingly low expectations.
inthephonebook: (Smile)
Hey folks, you may have noticed the cute girl with unnatural hair and bizarre piercings wandering around. She is not, in fact, a strange native plucked from a primitive universe bearing the markings of her people, but in reality is my apprentice Molly.

She'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future, please welcome her kindly, help her get adjusted, and whatever you do, don't let her cook.

In all seriousness though, she's a very talented apprentice and has learned all sorts of useful skills over the years. She's saved my butt more than once.

But I wasn't kidding about the cooking thing. Seriously, don't.

Molly, we'll set up a training area on the top floor, so that you can start practicing. Hopefully the fumes should travel up, not down.
inthephonebook: (gonna die)
Of all the times to be out of popcorn. Hey gang, looks like whoever was filming the next Godzilla movie let things get out of hand. I'm going to go see if I can go help get people out of the flooded areas if you want to tag along.

After all, why should we let Zero's chess club have all the fun?
inthephonebook: (innocent)
So, I just felt the need to let you know that although we're all very excited for Valentine's Day, there's another important event that happened on this day.

You see, my good friend Thomas' birthday just happens to be on Valentine's Day, and him being the humble guy he is he probably hasn't told anyone. Be sure to get him something nice, since he's had a rough time recently.

Oh, and helpful hint, you can't go wrong with hair care products, cleaning supplies, and horror movies. I know, he's an odd one, but what can you do?

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