Tim Drake
11 February 2011 @ 12:39 am
Today I cleaned the house, cooked pierogi, bought Feliks a kissogram, fed a stray dog, worked a shift at Juanes, worked an extra late shift afterward, got a cat out of a tree, came back home, updated the network security on the apartment computers, did a quick run-through of my calisthenics... and I'm not even a little tired yet.  There's so much more I can be doing, so much out there that needs to get done.  What's everybody up to?  Anyone got a project they need help with?
 
 
allons_y_alonso
11 February 2011 @ 08:48 pm
[The Doctor stands facing the camera, his coat buttoned and suit pressed, hair vaguely combed, brainy specs on, as soberly as he can manage.  For him, this more or less counts as a disguise.  Though that doesn't make it a good one.]

Hello, New Moore.  My name is Doctor Smith, and I'm investigating the current rash of disappearances in the city.

[He holds up his psychic paper to the camera, displaying some sort of official credentials of the sort viewers would expect to see in this situation, unless they have enough psychic ability to penetrate the illusion.]

I'd like to talk to the friends and roommates of everyone who's vanished over the past few months.  If there's a pattern here, a connection of any kind, I want to find it and get to the bottom of it, but I'll need your help and cooperation to do that.  I'll be conducting interviews here in my room at South 201, so please drop by as soon as you can and we'll do our best to get all this sorted out.
 
 
Johanna Mason
11 February 2011 @ 10:06 pm
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Peeta, get over here. Finnick went over the deep end and I'm really tired of listening to it.
 
 
Joshua Leonard Morgan
11 February 2011 @ 10:21 pm
[ Josh is lit by a single candle in an otherwise completely dark room. His camera is pointed at the webcam. His eye never leaves the viewfinder. ]

Citizens of New Moore, if you believe in freedom, you will smash ALL THE LAMPS in your pathetic subsidized beehive homes. They are bugged. YOU HEARD ME! BUGGED! Oh, you're surprised? DON'T BE. Why else would they spoonfeed us lies and set us up in such close quarters? We're in an experiment, New Moorians. And I, Joshua Leonard Morgan, will become the independent variable, even if I have to kill every kitten on this island to do so.
 
 
mood: paranoid