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October 1st,
2010 4:26 am
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Most of the operatives had returned home after their missions to find a relative quiet. It was the stereotypical lull in the storm, the eye of the hurricane: it was, as these things went, far too good to be true. Level five had been left to fend for itself, and each day brought on another empty desk as employees turned tail and left. A hole had burst in the levee and there was simply no stopping the slow trickle of departures. They were rats fleeing a sinking ship.
And unfortunately, the people who stayed wouldn't be rewarded for their loyalty. The ship sank.
On Friday morning, October 1st, 9.15AM, an explosion and a tremor shook the fifth storey, sending office paraphernalia crashing off desks and pictures tipping off the walls. The lights in the elevator went out; it had begun.
OOC: Scene at your leisure, guys! Here's a chance for some last logs and to end on a high, heroic note for your character(s) -- or kill them off. It's up to you! Toss yourselves in wherever, and feel free to subthread and let the comment trails branch out. No time limit on getting these done. |
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September 28th,
2010 10:17 pm
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WHO: Madison Lee [POE] & Reese Vaudeville [PIECES]
WHAT: A drunk Madison flips out, attacks a civilian and Reese helps clean up the crazy
WHEN: Undecided
WHERE: Grocery store, then Reese’s apartment
Placeholder - log almost complete.
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| PLACEHOLDER. |
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September 25th,
2010 5:54 pm
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WHO: Charlie Wyatt [FELIX] & Olivier Willems [GEARHEAD].
WHAT: She lets the cat out of the bag about her departure.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WHERE: Their apartment complex.
STATUS: Holding places! This is a placeholder.
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September 24th,
2010 3:26 pm
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TO: "Leonard Slater" <l.slater@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Svana Grimsdóttir" <s.grimsdottir@lvl5-agency.org>
ATTACHED: SG_183.pdf
SUBJECT: ( Contact Lists )
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| Drink up baby doll, are you in or are you out? |
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September 23rd,
2010 11:34 pm
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WHO: Jacob & Prudence
WHAT: Jacob has an exit strategy
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: Jacob's apartment
( It's alright, there's beauty in the breakdown )
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September 24th,
2010 1:01 am
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Sent from a secure, untraceable e-mail account, which seems to vanish after the e-mails are sent. Attempts to reply will be met with an error message. Hackers may eventually pinpoint the ISP the e-mails were sent from, which would bring them to an empty, decrepit apartment in New York City.
TO: "Nick Doubleday" <n.doubleday@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Luc Rossi" <l.rossi@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Marty Dalton" <m.dalton@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Bastian Whitaker" <s.whitaker@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Constance Quigley" <c.quigley@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Ash Stockton" <a.stockton@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Annemarie Wellington-Green" <a.wellington-green@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Svana Grimsdottir" <s.grimsdottir@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "Maggie Foster" <m.foster@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
TO: "June Ju" <j.ju@lvl5-agency.org>, "Troy Pavone" <t.pavone@lvl5-agency.org>, "Amy Edwards" <a.edwards@lvl5-agency.org>, "Olivier Willems" <o.willems@lvl5-agency.org>, "Reid Valentine" <r.valentine@lvl5-agency.org>, "Jude Maddox" <j.maddox@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Desdemona Indigo" <xoxo@omnomsecrets.com>
SUBJECT: ( [No Subject] )
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September 23rd,
2010 3:26 pm
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TO: Leonard Slater
FROM: Richard Summerbee-Kenmore
CC: Sid Vesper
SUBJECT: ( Incident. )
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| you're the empty city streets, but i see you. |
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September 23rd,
2010 7:07 pm
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Who: Rinne Savage (SEVER) and Will Wellington-Green (RAZOR).
Where: Hospital.
When: Backdated to after Annemarie's accident.
What: When she gets the call about Annemarie, Rinne meets Will outside the hospital room, they have a talk and make a decision about what it is they're doing when it comes to "them".
( your skin is cellophane, you know i feel the same, sometimes it feels like you don't have a body )
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| Let me stand next to your fire. [Narrative] |
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September 22nd,
2010 9:27 pm
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The last month had been stressful. Obviously. Cris knew that he wasn't the only one who was feeling the effects of it, and was aware that he likely had some of the least of it placed on his own shoulders, via his job. It wasn't as though anyone suspected the children of being moles for Black, after all. But things were heavy in their own ways; his boyfriend was clearly feeling the effects of something happening, which meant that Cris was as well. The children were all out of sorts because of their parents. His department was tense because of all the screening they were having to do. In general, Cris was not the sort that did well under that kind of emotional pressure, although the ways that it could come out were varied.
Recently, it had meant burying himself in his work. Not just with the Agency, but the actual research that he worked on as well. He'd been spending most of his time at various academic libraries, or at home working on his computer and with his own personal library. Unless Bastian pulled him away from it, of course -- any messages like the ones he'd received where his friend needed someone or wanted to see him were of course indulged. But then it was back to working on papers and trying to keep his mind on the psychology of children, rather than the paranoia of the office atmosphere.
When Cris worked, he tended to shut everything else out. Falling into that zone could last for days or weeks, eating sporadically, sleeping odd hours, seeming distracted when not working. His mind was constantly running, unable to stop thinking about what he was writing on, the case studies that he was looking at. Bastian'd had to make sure he was catching dinner a few times in the last week, which Cris had been grateful for; one of those unexpected perks of having someone connected to you. Bastian hadn't been over tonight though, and Cris was found in his small study again, working at his computer. He wasn't sure what time it was, or how long he'd been working, but eventually his eyes started to drift. Not for the first time, he found himself falling asleep at his desk.
He woke up to the smell of smoke. Not from a cigarette. It was odd, and pulled him awake a bit -- but if there was a fire, his alarm would go off, right? It felt like half a moment later to his mostly-unconscious mind, but suddenly that smell was practically choking him. Coughing, he jerked back up, only to see thick black smoke rolling into the room. Where was the goddamned alarm? His study had no windows to the outside, no other door but the one that the smoke was coming from. He moved to it quickly, about to shut it the rest of the way, when he felt someone on the other side grab the knob and yank it shut. There was a metallic sound from the other side, and when Cris tried to open it again, it wouldn't budge. Bringing an hand up over his mouth and nose as he started to cough, he looked around for something to jam underneath the door to block the smoke that was now coming in that way. He could already feel the beginnings of heat from the other side. He moved back to the corner of the study, pulling out his phone and sending a message as more coughing started.
Pulling out his phone, he listened for a dial tone but heard nothing. He switched to the Agency network instead and typed up a quick message, hoping someone was awake and actually paying attention to the journals right now.
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| EMAIL: Level Five Administration |
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September 23rd,
2010 12:26 am
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From: Level 10 Administration
Subject: Communication blackout
This is the last communication we will be making until further notice. Contacts in the field utterly compromised, established relationships at an end due to elimination, isolation is the only way forward. Word has come through that if there is a strike, it will happen in the very near future. Black was always a level five problem, we must ensure the company can continue regardless of what happens.
Good luck.
Level 10 Administration.
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| Never rode on the plains, never thought I couldn't stay; had a good run anyway. |
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September 22nd,
2010 1:56 am
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WHO: Olivier Willems and Reid Valentine.
WHAT: On one of the mechanics’ slightly-more-than-occasional joyrides, something unexpected pulls up. And it isn’t a fender bender.
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon, Sept 22nd. [SLIGHTLY BACKDATED]
WHERE: A fictional inlet lake off the Potomac, south of the city.
( I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say. )
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| EMAILS. |
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September 19th,
2010 6:00 pm
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TO: Victor Faraday, August Rothstein (personal, secure accounts)
FROM: Isaac Olsen (personal, secure account)
SUBJECT: ( Trouble in Paradise. )
TO: "Charlie Wyatt" <c.wyatt@lvl5-agency.org>, "Olivia Rakala" <o.rakala@lvl5-agency.org>, "Lydia Prtchard" <l.pritchard@lvl5-agency.org>
FROM: "Isaac Olsen" <i.olsen@lvl5-agency.org>
SUBJECT: ( Heading home. )
TO: Bastian Whittaker (personal, secure account)
FROM: Isaac Olsen (personal, secure account)
SUBJECT: ( Heading home. )
TO: Ted Whitten (personal, secure account)
FROM: Isaac Olsen (personal, secure account)
SUBJECT: ( Help. )
TO: "Leonard Slater" <l.slater@lvl5-agency.org>
CC: "Sidney Vesper" <s.vesper@lvl5-agency.org>, "Prudence Quigley" <p.quigley@lvl5-agency.org">
FROM: "Isaac Olsen" <i.olsen@lvl5-agency.org>
SUBJECT: ( Leave. )
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