[accidental voice//edited private, viewable to Logan]

[outdoorsy sounds, a trawl in earth, birds chirping, dog barking]

Have to remember to go to the market Monday after work, there might be some end-of-season corn left. It's almost October, squashes will be in season. Hmmn, Halloween, there's a pretty good chance of a bad curse that night and it always attracts the crazies, got to mark it down for more patrols.

Gunner don't you dare dig those up - I just planted them. No! Bad dog! Yes, you heard me.

Should stop by the clinic and make an appointment some time soon too, just to make sure. Cervical cancer, breast cancer, lung cancer, like Dad, not the way I want to go, but we don't get to pick.

Didn't expect it, couldn't handle it when it happened. Lucky it was just a curse, but still. Scars. And blood. Blood on my hands. Nearly threw up, that morning. Thought it was happening again, thought it was another nightmare, blood everywhere but no cuts. Other people's blood, that time. Faces, memories. Nothing I can do to stop it from happening again, to either me or someone else. Thank god for Logan, for his quick healing. He won't ever be blood on my hands. God, I hope not. Knock on wood.

[dog nose snuffling]

Alright, here's hoping these bulbs come up in the spring. Here's hoping I'll be here to see them. Seems like a long time to plan ahead here. Nice to work with my hands, though, to do something productive and simple and lacking in paperwork and bureaucracy...

Alright Gunner, time to go inside. Tired yet? Well, the sun's going down and you can't stay out all night. In you go.

[tidying up noises, fumbling and clanking of tools]

Hey, how did this get here? Damnit, of course with a curse like this it has to end up on the Network somehow...

[text]

Well, it's all true or else you'd know I was lying. That's a bit of a pain. Some things aren't meant to be said out loud.

It was a curse like this a few months after I arrived that made me admit to being attracted to Logan. It's a little strange, but I've always gotten in trouble for speaking out more often than I should than not speaking out often enough. Like that time... Heh. A good kind of trouble. Anyways.

Sam, if i remember correctly you own a garage? I have a car that desperately needs some fixing up. More like bodywork than any real engine work. Unless you're not too busy to do it yourself, Logan. Or you could work together on it, I don't mind. I trust you both to take good care of her.

[ooc: EDIT: After Mohinder's comment, the accidental voice post was filtered because the mun totally didn't notice the first time around. You can still comment and say you saw it before it was privated, but it's unlikely. And I totally forgot to mention, small text is things she wouldn't normally type, equal to strikeouts or privates on a normal day. She's more verbose at the same time.]

When did Rose leave and where did she go home to?

What kind of kindness does the City show when it doesn't separate a mother from her child (or vice versa)? Or is it just a whim?

Captain Kuchiki: Are you handling the investigation of Ophelia's attack on Anita Blake?

Anita and/or friends of: How are you/she feeling?

When do you really know a relationship is going to last?

Why can't I tell him I love him? And why hasn't he said it to me?

I don't really expect an answer to any of my questions today, so feel free to ignore them if they aren't appropriate. I'm trying to avoid the insensitive ones, but it seems to be a part of the curse that some people be embarrassed. How often do you run into such a philosophical curse, though?


[ooc: strikes are private, unhackable except by psychics/empaths. I just remembered I've got some reading to do for tomorrow (and an 8:30 class), so funtiems with backdating are agogo! Please backdate with me. D:]

Hmmm.

[cars, the sound of crowds passing by, definitely a street atmosphere]

Waking up here certainly was a surprise. I had always thought it was just a dream, if a particularly vivid one. The more I tried to think about it, the more holes appeared.

I'm very sorry I forgot.

[a thoughtful pause]

I think I've figured most of it out, but I'm afraid I won't be much help to the Police Force. With old age and retirement comes a whole host of physical problems I'm sure no one wants to hear about. The regular me will probably be back at midnight, of course.

That said, does anyone want to join an old lady for a cup of coffee?

[ooc: didn't feel like repeating the terrified wake-up scene, so have a retired, more mellow, 60+ George out on the town. ♥
edit: bedtime! comment replies in the morning.]

Mmm.

[rolling over. chains clink.]

Wha-

No. Oh no. No no no no.

This is not happening.



[ooc: This is George, waking up naked in Nicholas & Christopher's bed, handcuffed to Styles. Prepare for the crack. Still on hiatus, but I couldn't resist.]

Jeeze, I grew up in Wisconsin and we don't exactly have mild winters there, but this is something else. I don't recommend anybody go out of doors today for any reason, because I don't know how many police members we can get out who can handle the cold in case something happens. No matter how tempting it might be, children should not be outside for any reason and I'm looking at you Lyra. We don't want anyone getting lost in snowdrifts or worse.

Being out here in a house in the middle of nowhere the middle of a snowstorm reminds me of some not so nice movies. The Shining, especially. Let's hope this curse is more benign than that. Did I hear someone mention that this kind of thing has lasted a week before?

That said, I'm thinking the idea of getting a vehicle was a good one, Logan. You sure the heating will hold up?

[Filtered to Iron Man//unhackable]

How are your discussions with the masked vigilantes going? I haven't heard any loud pronouncements of disdain and rejection over the network, so I assume you've got some positive results.

Two curses in a row, and I haven't decided if I like this one yet or not. The deities don't like me this month. Nothing will stay on, not even a towel.

In any case, if you need me leave me a message and I'll get back as soon as possible. I'll be staying in bed at home today.

At least it's relatively warm out...

And a no in advance to anyone who might be tempted to ask to see me naked. I don't think I appeared on many lists the other day, but one never can be sure. Only one man gets that privilege, and I'm currently living with him.

[ooc: tags'll come later, but commentspam if you like, Molly? Backdated to this morning.]

Reasons why I'm happy I live in the City:
1. Logan
2. Friends
3. Interesting/challenging job
4. No impending nuclear war as a result of government conspiracy
5. The ability to take vacations

Reasons why I'm unhappy I live in the City:
1. curses/the deities
2. serial killers
3. murderers
4. hitmen
5. psychopaths
6. uncontrolled vampires & werewolves & magicians
7. vigilantes
8. drug dealers
9. monsters in the forest and the Underground
10. people "who just like watching the world burn"
11. not being able to hunt down all these people
12. not being able to protect everyone
13. I died
14. Having to make lists because of some stupid curse
15. And apparently it needs to be a nice round number like fifteen.

Reasons why I should have stayed off the Network today:
1. The Corinthian propositioning Logan
2. Oh god
3. My next list could be really embarrassing
4. I know better

Reasons why I'm glad I'm on the Network today:
1. Lots of interesting and private information

( private, viewable by friends )

[ooc: 'friends' know who you are. no evil people included]

BIG SISTER IS WATCHING.

Please report any strange activities to the nearest Police Force member.

If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear. Big Sister is here to protect you and take care of you.

[ooc: Someone had to do it and George is head of Intel, so it's only appropriate. The police force is mostly run by women these days, so it only makes sense that a loving sisterly hand be ready to protect and care for each citizen appropriately. Replies will come in a few hours, after I get back from soccer & take a shower. And I'm here. And George is taking full advantage of all intel skills at her command, so she might be a little more infomoddy than usual - but only things that you've posted publicly in your journal or could be called common knowledge.]

No. There is no way even this city can make me wear anything like those... belly-dancer costumes. None whatsoever. Don't even think about it.

Yes I am relatively happy being unmarried. No, I don't need a husband. No, I don't need an escort. Just because I don't have a gun doesn't mean I can't defend myself, so don't try anything.

If I am covered head to toe today it is not because of false modesty but because I don't appreciate sunburn or skin cancer. It's beautiful, but if I'd wanted to visit the desert I would have joined the military. And I'm actually surprised no one has been offended yet.

[ooc: obviously not cursed, but please! hassle her!]

[frantic rustling and random button-pushing]

Okay. Okay. Get ahold of yourself, George. Nothing happened nothing happened nothing happened. Okay. Focus.

Hello? Hello? Is this like a radio thing? There are pictures, but it's not like television at all... More like an arcade game? Anyways...

If anyone can hear me... This morning I woke up and there was a man in my bed and it wasn't even my bed and this isn't my house! I've been kidnapped!

[A little bit hysterical.]

I don't know what's going on, I was just in bed and then I woke up here and I don't remember anything and my parents are going to kill me. If there are police or just anybody, please, come find me! I think there's forest outside and and I can't see any other buildings...

I've - I've locked myself in the bathroom, but - if someone doesn't come I'm going to have to find a weapon or some way to book it out of here so - please hurry. I mean, I can take care of myself, but help would be nice too.

[clicks off.]

[ooc: Small = whispered. When George was a kid, there was no internet! oh, snap. Have a tomboyish 80s country gal freaking out nows. 16 years old. Also, Ruth is late to the game because she is OCD about icons, yes, yes she is.]

[Private to Riza Hawkeye//unhackable]

I've got those filters up and running, let me know if you have any problems. After these elections finish we should look to getting the Young case into court, assuming something else doesn't come up first.

[Private to Toshiko Sato//viewable to Dept Heads]

Since you've already spoken to Hawkeye and considering your credentials, I'd be happy to have you take the Director of Electronic Intel job off my hands.

[Public]

I don't suppose I need to reiterate what everyone else on the Force has said about voting, only that I expect everyone I know to. Elections count as much as you give them power to.

Another curse that has passed me by. I'm not entirely sure what the specific pattern is, but it's intensifying people's usual feelings. Fortunately no one seems to have taken extreme measures, as far as I've seen.

[ooc: after the Warden elections tomorrow George is being kidnapped for a vacation out camping on the beach, out of network communications. ♥ Replies might not be until tomorrow afternoon, sorry.]

These are the days where I wished I'd just taken arriving in this city as a sign for an early retirement. Everyone okay?

[Police Filter//unhackable]

Two bodies, same MO, means we've got a serial killer on our hands. It's going to be pretty damn impossible to find anyone in this mess, they've picked a perfect day for it. But if anyone has been having any suspicions of someone they know snapping or making threats on the network, now would be the time to bring it up. Has this happened before? My kingdom for an accurate filing system.


[ooc: "Everyone" is everyone Georgie is friends with, but she's not good at being worried, so. If you try and tackle her in the hopes of getting some sugary goodness, she might break your arm. :/ Short post is useless...]

[Accidental Voice Post]

[yawn, stretch]

Hm? That smells strangely familiar.

[padpad]

Oh wow, waffles. Usually more of a weekend thing, but I won't argue. And... chocolate sauce? And cream? Okay, definitely not Logan, then.

[clatter of dishes, click of the coffee turning on]

Shall I take the bait?

[/post]

[ooc: commentlog if you're around, regular post if you're not? This curse is evil, I'm so hungry and waffles are so good... ;_;]

Valentine's Day. An excuse for a little extra chocolate and some paper hearts.

Well, I hope everyone enjoys themselves, whether or not they're in a relationship at the moment. This "Venice" theme is beautiful either way.

[Private; Unhackable]
Another year, another...

Well. Loneliness won't kill a person. Drive them crazy, maybe.

Can't blame it all on the job.

Don't really wanted to get married and push out kids.

No point regretting.

Right.
[/Private; Unhackable]

[ooc: Yeah, typical single-middle-aged-woman angst. Everyone does it, right? Except for those of us who are supposed to be coming up with essay topics for tomorrow and/or packing to leave... George'll be wearing her hair down for once and in search of a drink, and like as not slightly more snappish than usual. I'M STILL ON HIATUS, DAMMNIT.]