I've been thinking about joining the police force. Could you use another hand, over there?

So a year ago today, I came here to New Moore for the first time. It don't hardly seem like it's been that long, but there it is on the calendar. Don't really know how to feel about it, seeing as how I ain't home and hardly seen my crew since I got here, but has it really been so bad? I don't think so.

I have a lot of people here who I love and care about, and who love and care about me back, and I don't think I need much more than that.

Thanks, everyone. Everyone I know, and everyone I don't know, for being a part of my life here. When you get right down to it, my life's been pretty good, and it keeps getting better.

♥ Kaylee ♥

Who: Anita Blake and YOU!
Where: Downtown New Moore
When: Today, afternoon.
What: Having a bit of a personal problem, really.

[With the afternoon to herself, Anita has taken to giving herself a more thorough tour of New Moore, with an especial interest in Starbox. She misses her usual coffee place from back home, but when hard-pressed, Anita's never met a cup of coffee she didn't like. With her cup in one hand and the other supporting the strap of her shoulder back, she begins to head in the direction of home at a leisurely pace.

She begins to slow down even further when she approaches the storefront of Hoarders, considering stopping in for a few minutes, but as she does so, there's the faint sound of footsteps slowing to a stop just behind her. Decidedly non-human footsteps, at that. Something much smaller.

Turning around, she raises an eyebrow as she realized that she's made a four-legged friend during her tour of the town. The raccoon before her sits up and tilts his head to the side, clearly pleased with the attention he's sure he's about to receive.

Anita can't exactly blame him. He looks like the last attention he received came in the form of being plowed over by someone's car.

She sighs, facepalming.]

Well, crap.

[The raccoon isn't the only friend she's going to pick up today. As she continues to walk through town and even as she gets closer to home, the roadkill parade behind her seems to grow exponentially. To say the least, she doesn't look exactly pleased. Feel free to run into her anywhere along the way?]


[Video, Evening:]

[Once she's home and locked all of her admirers out, Anita is quick to get on the network, hoping she can get this resolved before Rose gets home and asks her what the hell is going on.]

So, I'm having a bit of a problem today. I need chickens. Does anyone know where I can get chickens? I could also make due with a goat, but I'd rather not. That gets messy.

Oh, dear me, so many new faces around the island lately! To introduce myself to all of you, I'm Richard Castle, mystery author. Yes, the island felt it appropriate to bring me here and tell me YO MR. CASTLE, WE HEARD YOU WRITE FICTION SO WE PUT SOME FICTION IN YOUR FICTION SO YOU CAN WRITE ABOUT THINGS THAT AREN'T REAL BECAUSE YOU ALLEGEDLY AREN'T REAL.

I work at the book store, so please, do stop by. You'll at least find pleasant conversation if nothing else, and I'd appreciate the company.

[Text to Kate Beckett]

Poke. Poke. Poke poke poke. Hey. I just texted to say "I love you". And "poke".

[Hello New Moore, have a displeased looking, dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties glaring into the camera.]

I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Regina Mills and, according to a considerable number of medical personal, I am real now - as opposed to my previous state. The explanation I received for this can be called 'unsatisfactory' at best.

[This sounds a little as if she only half believes what she has been told. Given that the last thing she did in her world was an attempt to create a portal into another one via a magical hat, well. Her doubts might well be justified.]

Unsatisfactory, however, does not even begin to describe the implication that it is not possible for me to return home to my son.

[At this point, her demeanor changes, if only slightly. There seems to be genuine worry for her son, even if the previously shown sort of aggression wasn't gone just yet.]

My son, who is likely left in the care of a woman who fails to live a stable life of her own. As this is nowhere near what any sane person would refer to as acceptable, I need to know whether there is a way to trigger whichever event turns a so-called 'fictional' person 'real'. And whether there have been cases of people leaving this island to return to where they came from despite the scientists' statements.

[No 'please' and 'thankyous', not in front of this many strangers.]

Lastly, I was told that I would be sharing my [a pause] dormitories - wherever those might be - with someone named 'Jenny'. I would appreciate you to contacted me. [Mysterious Jenny person who can only be pitied.]

Ah, so what do people here generally do for the holidays? We used to eat big meals and spend a lot of time together and give one another gifts... Is that something people still do, or am I terribly old-fashioned?


[Kate will find a fresh assortment of gummy candy in her drawer - soda bottles, sharks, worms, melon rings. And when she gets home, there's a bottle of sparkling grape juice, two champagne flutes, a bag of those little raspberry and blackberry candy-coated gummies, and an elaborate apology card, unsigned. Let Kate decide who that second one is from.]

[Kate is sitting at Sheska's desk at the precinct. Yes, she serving as the temporary dispatcher/secretary while the current one is, you know, a mouse.]

You know what? You all have officially lost it.

[She pops a M&M in her mouth. Judgmentally.]

Question.

Did the island turn into a Japanese animation, or am I dreaming again?

[The phone clicks on in the process of falling onto the floor in such a way that it's looking straight up the side of a mildly rumpled bed. Whomever dropped it doesn't seem to have noticed, and for a long minute or two nothing changes. Then something small launches itself off the bed and quickly out of sight.

...Was that a mouse? With wings? Not a bat, but a mouse?

A soft, wiggling pointed nose comes into view much closer, but the little brown eyes are peering guiltily through a pair of large spectacles.]

Whoops. Well this isn't going to work! I need a harness or something to carry this monstrosity!

[Anyone who works at the police department or in Avengers Tower would recognize that voice and those glasses - it's Sheska! She waves little mousy paws in an exasperated manner, working on tipping the thing upright - yep, there's a fuzzy mouse tail, big round ears, and soft, beige, feathered wings. She gets a good grip on the phone, she can't be more than 6 or 7 inches tall, and starts dragging it toward the open bedroom door.]

Maybe I can just get her to carry me on her shoulder, or in her pocket instead... KATE! KAAAATE! I COULD REALLY USE YOUR HELP, PLEASE!

[Even shouting at the top of her tiny lungs, her voice is still small, and it's hard to say if it would carry more than fifteen feet. Sheska trips over a snag in the carpet and goes down with a yelp, dropping the phone. The camera shuts off.]

YOU GUYS I HAVE BOOBS!!

[And he's squishing them enthusiastically, children look away! The outfit America has been granted is sparkly red white and blue; and in true American magical girl fashion, very skimpy.]

Hahahaha, hey Chief I think I might need a new uniform.

[Beckett is at her desk at the New Moore PD, looking worse for wear - as usual.]

( Filtered to NMPD )

( Private to Beifong )

( Private to Shepard )

[Public]

Would anyone be willing to walk my dog for me? I don't... Have a whole lotta time right now.

( [Action] )

[Private to New Moore PD, no time for security]

Something about the home invasion robberies and murders last month just clicked. Might be smart to send a unit to the pawn shop in case it gets ugly. I'm nearly there myself, and I think Beckett may be there already.

[Action]

[And with that, Castle enters the shop, the phone playing a live feed, as he appears to have walked in on the worst-case scenario possible- because, of course, the owner did it, and of course, he has a gun.

The already cluttered small space of the Pawn Shop seems to be in heightened disarray, knickknacks and antique items strewn every which way. The video feed settles onto the center of the conflict – the pawn shop owner is holding a gun, pointing it at Beckett who is standing directly in front of him.

Beckett seems frozen in place, her hands spread to her side, no effort being made to speak or reach for her own sidearm.]

WHO: Castle thebestseller, Beckett themuse, and you!
WHAT: It's Beckett's birthday, so Castle feels like she needs a little fun and decides to throw a party for her. The fact that she doesn't know about it is just a bonus.
WHEN: Backdated slightly to November 17th
WHERE: The conference room at the precinct
WARNINGS: Everyone on the island is invited, so please, feel free to show up and mingle. There won't be any alcohol, as it's at the police station, unless someone brings it, but then you might get arrested for disorderly conduct, oh, my...

( Read more... )

 First.  Anyone who was at the homecoming dance last week needs to come down to the station and make a statement.  I'm collecting depositions

Second. 

New Patrol Assignments

Police Station: Chief Shepard, Secretary Sheska, Precinct Caterer Frye (part-time).

South Beat: Rogers and Barnes.

East Beat: America, you're on your own.

North Beat: Blake and Beckett.

West Beat: Beifong, still solo.

Ahhh, the joys of youthful folly at school dances. It reminds me of my own teenage years, wild, rambunctious rascal that I was. But some of the stuff I did isn't exactly fit to tell in pleasant company. Nice to see you kids having fun, though, really.

[Filtered away from Kate Beckett- highest security he can manage]

So, it's my dearest Detective Beckett's birthday on the 17th of this month. She'll probably kill me for even thinking of it, but I'd like to throw her a party or do... something for her. She's been through a lot lately and could really use the fun.

Who's with me?

Has this place never heard of a Gym before? I've been checking out the island and the highlights seem to be a Pizza joint and this... Well I think it's an Antique shop but I really don't know.

Anyway does the High School have like a weights room or something? Ideally with a punching bag seeing as some people - [Yes Kate, she means you...] - seem to think I should refrain from practising on living, breathing dummies...

[Really, at first, Anita looks nothing short of irate, sitting in front of the camera with her arms crossed. She's already heard every possible explanation from the folks at the hospital, and while she's done her best to take it with a grain of salt, she's not pleased. It's difficult to wrap her head around, honestly, and that's saying something, considering what she does for a living and how often she spends her time ass-deep in myths and legends. All sorts of things that people once thought were fictional but were, in truth, real.

This is just a twist she had never expected.]

The funny thing is that this is only bordering on the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me.

[She's certainly seen worse. Nobody is trying to chain her to a bed and slice her up, so, you know, that's a definite plus.]

I'm sure plenty of other people have shown up and started talking about how this just can't be true, so I'm going to skip that part for now and worry about finding out more about this place. I'll assume we're not looking at an island full of humans, given the circumstances. There's nothing wrong with that, but humor me. I'm curious. Are the police any good, or is it all Gangs of New York up in here?

So here's what I'm thinking. Cable TV show, probably on late at night, like on a Sunday because of all the lovin that Lady Bedazzled Box gets. Too cool for HBO though. The story of a young, hilarious yet sexy, sexy human who finds herself caught in the Fae world. Probably slow to catch on but by the time this baby gets axed it's reached Whedonesque levels of cult status. Probably even has it's own comic book series while fans rally for a movie to be made cause they just can't get enough.

I bet you McFarlane toys does a series of Kenzi figurines, available in 6 and 12 inch. Collectors items. None of this action figure shit and the cos-players? Geeks all over would be wetting themselves over the Kenzi and Bo's strutting it up in that place.

For serious? Fictional? Well I guess it beats the time I got drunk and maybe accidentally summoned a cray cray witch with a taste for jilted lovers... and by taste I mean the witch tried to eat me and not in a good way.

So anyway. A succubus, a werewolf and a siren walk into a bar... It sounds a lot like a joke but if you know somebody that fits description, could you maybe send 'em my way? Also. Anyone know where they keep the jell-o in this place? The green stuff is really good.

[It's worth noting that the stranger who appears on the screen doesn't seem to actually be holding the device. Their lips are pressed into a grim line and there's a definite look of irritation on her face. She has an itch on her chin that rather than scratch, she tries to rub against her collarbone before letting out a huff of frustration.]

You know what I don't really give a crap about this fictional whatever okay I just...

[She flashes a scowl at somebody off screen then refocuses.]

Look. If I promise not to break anything else you think somebody could ask the people here to take these damn straps off of me?!

[By now everyone's familiar with the crying sounds going on in the background, and even Aisling is sounding a bit frazzled and impatient.]

I can't get anything done - and there is much to do before Samhain. I'm no mother, but even so--