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translatemunson · 7 months ago

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file 002 — brand new bar, same old problems

chapter two of death defying acts

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cw: MDNI thank you, fem!reader, afab!reader, no descriptions of reader (i'm really trying to keep my descriptions of her and her background to a minimum so i can be inclusive to all people, but let me know if i can improve), no use of y/n, reader has a call sign (i had to pick one, it makes sense for the story), innacuracies about the navy, topgun and army (i did my best guys), this takes places after the events of the movie, yes don't kill me but reader has a fling with another aviator won't say who, implied smut.

If surviving Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell and the Dagger Squad would be required for you to be sent overseas, you were not sure there was gonna be a lot of you left to fit in a plane seat.

In just two days and one quick chat with Maverick, you had to recognize there was no easy task in front of you. Maverick didn’t show any enthusiasm in your work or questions on that quick meeting, which was somewhat discouraging. You had been spending your morning reviewing previous logs of all of the fighter pilots, your afternoons watching them live on radar, taking notes of their data, style and skills, your evenings analyzing all of your notes and coming up with plans for the simulation.

You were in bed way past your normal schedule on Saturday morning. Your belongings would definitely sit on boxes for another week or two if you didn’t do anything regarding it. You had the essentials out — uniforms, underwear, laptop, hygiene products, and a picture of you with your parents —, but that was it. Even your kitchen was getting appliances as you started to need them.

You grabbed a clean change of clothes, your bag and headed out to do groceries and get your mind out of work. There were a lot of things to get done before you were back to base on Monday: firstly you needed some real food in your fridge, including new tea blends and pasta for when you’re too tired to cook anything that takes longer than 20 minutes. Then you had to pick up more pills for your headache. Maybe some flowers for your living room would make the place livable — and also push you to unpack a few boxes with your books and portraits.

Also you had to call your parents and brief them on your first days. Well, maybe that was easier said than done: while you couldn’t share much details about what you were doing, you knew they were ready to pull some interrogation tactics or whatever to get all the intel. Your father was the one helping you with the moving — because he was free in between flight classes —, but your mom was the one texting people to know why now they wanted to transfer you to San Diego.

Once the call sign Maverick was brought to the table, your father did all he could to get you another opening somewhere else. And as soon as you got the bigger picture of why you were being moved to work with Maverick and his team, the puzzle made sense. Even though they were successful on their mission, they had one more challenge ahead, and there was no margin for errors or close calls for this one — you were gonna receive more information about it after the first few weeks.

Maverick and the Dagger Squad were definitely a lot to deal with. Excellent pilots, an amazing sense of a team — maybe almost being killed does this to a group —, but you could see some flaws slipping through the cracks of their personalities. Maverick still hated authority and being told to follow orders. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin — not Bagman, unfortunately — could be a team player only if that benefited him, otherwise his wingman was the first to go down during training. Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace was an excellent pilot, and Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd as her WSO was a great combo, but if paired with someone else, it was a hit or miss — you asked to change pairings on Friday morning, just to check if there was margin for new combos. Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch and his WSO, Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia, were also a great combo, but they needed a strong flight leader to shine and succeed. Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado was a good pilot, but only on good days — and that was something you couldn’t risk on a mission. And Bradshaw was living for his call sign Rooster, even though he had amazing decision making skills, he was always waiting for the last second to make a move. And that, in the field, meant death.

And those were just a few observations you could get from a few hours in front of the radars and live data from their training exercises.

You went through your shopping list in no time, stopping for headache meds and some flowers just after you got lunch. Back at your one bedroom apartment, you, once again, found an excuse to avoid a Facetime call with your parents, but you made sure to text them some pictures of your progress — and thank your dad for finding a good place for you to stay, a 20 minutes drive from the base, and also in a walking distance of the Golden Hill Park.

Clothes on drawers and hangers, cutlery in the right places, uniforms in the washer, books in the shelves. You were slowly bringing together the sense of home to San Diego. Your last few weeks in Nevada were crazy: you were back from one deployment in the Pacific just to be called for another quick job in Alaska. Thankfully your dad had a few weeks off to go to Nevada and help you pack, driving all your stuff three days before your arrival and saying he would take care of housing. All you had to do was sign a few papers, pack the stuff you could send ahead and get ready for a quick stop up north.

The sun was setting when you realized you were almost done with things. Maybe you should let some for Sunday, so you could also keep your mind off of work. You got up from your bedroom floor, took a long shower and checked your messages.

On Friday, you were able to catch up with Bob over lunch, asking him about his journey after training. You also got close to Phoenix, kinda relieved she was just as nice as you remembered. You got their numbers, they got yours, and that’s how you end up with an invite to join them at a bar called Hard Deck in an hour. If you were gonna be around for at least ten weeks, you might as well do something else besides working.

So you went through your clothes, searching for a black top, some jeans and a jacket for when it got chiller from the autumn air. Just some casual clothes to share a few beers and a few more stories. Still getting used to San Diego streets and skyline, you drove like you weren’t in no rush to get to the bar, appreciating the change of scenery from the desert to the beachside.

You parked outside the Hard Deck just a few minutes late. For a Saturday evening, the place was pretty packed, and you could see some clients were proud to walk around in their work khakis — something you avoided as much as you could. After all, you were just a few minutes away from the station. Texting Bob back to ask him if they were already there, you didn’t even hit send before you were able to pick your new colleagues amidst the crowd.

Nat was holding a pool cue on the side of her body, explaining something to Mickey and Bob. Hangman and Coyote were trying to impress some ladies on the darts board — and you were very sorry for those two poor souls, if they knew everything you’ve been hearing while on duty. You stopped by the bar, getting yourself some bar soda and starting a tab.

“You’re sure I can’t fix you anything else?” The lady behind the bar asked you.

“I’m good for now.” And then you turned to your colleagues and thought better, “Do you happen to remember what they’re getting?” You pointed to them.

“Sure thing, they’re just having beers. Are you friends with the Daggers?”

“Not exactly,” you watched her grab six bottles, serve some ice in the bucket and hand it to you. “I was relocated here to work with them. I know Bob and Phoenix from previous training, but that’s about it.”

“Oh, so you’re part of Maverick’s team?” She definitely knew them, not just because they would be spending their down time on Hard Deck.

“I’m part of the Intelligence Team working with them.” It didn’t get easier every time you talked about it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Penny, honey. Well, let me know once you decide to try something else.”

“Thank you, Penny.”

You took the drinks with you to the high top table just on the side of their pool table. Your upbeat spirit died down as soon as you realized Bradshaw was there. After being lectured about Maverick and Goose, Bradley’s father, you weren’t looking forward to tolerating him outside of work. His short temper and slow decision making was something that got on your nerves easily. But you should’ve expected this, since he’s a long time friend with Nat.

“Look who’s out of that desk, guys.” And unfortunately, Hangman was the one to announce your presence. “I thought you were the type to wear your uniform everywhere since you’re a goody-two-shoes, Hyde.”

“Unlike you, Seresin, I have a life and personality outside of base.” You pointed to his khakis. “And don’t worry, I’m not writing down your lack of hobbies, outside women and pissing others off of course. I could already tell that based on your flight maneuvers.”

“Looking forward to reading the file you’re writing about me.” He reached for a beer, and you rolled your eyes. “Thanks, honey.”

“I’ll be surprised if you can actually read,” you bit back. “But I’m not here to work. And these beers are a peace offering. I’m not the enemy.”

“So you just like to point out our weaknesses for fun.” Mickey approached you, but you could tell it was more of a lighthearted comment than a critique. “Thanks, Hyde.”

“Thank me next week when you ace the mission simulation.”

You passed them their beers. There was only one left, but since Bradley was more concerned with his pool game than a beer, you moved the bucket aside and turned to Bob, asking “Is this every Navy favorite place to go?”

“Kinda. It’s close to base, and the service is nice and fairly priced.” Bob looked at his water. “How long have you been here?”

“I arrived this week. My father helped me move, but I had zero time to wander around.” But who’s fault was that? Definitely yours. “They are a tough crowd, I fear.”

“Don’t worry, they eventually warm up to strangers,” he explained. “We’re still fresh from last mission, and fresh blood always disturbs a little of a group’s balance.”

“I guess I would know that if I worked closely with fighter pilots,” you confessed. “Most of my missions consist of assisting with data and probabilities when tracing plans and assessing risks. Sometimes I don’t even know who is receiving my reports.”

“But you’ve been training with pilots, right?”

“No real missions, just simulations, mostly with graduates from Top Gun back in Fallon.” This job could be the perfect blend of what you’re good at and your passion, but even though you had extensive training with Air missions, you were stuck with assessing risks for admirals and captains to take charge. “It’s my first real chance to be on a mission where I’m able to build a relationship with the people I’m working with, not just being briefed on the mission and its goals.”

“I see. Yeah, I believe you’re gonna do a great job, not just because I know you, but because there’s still room for improvement and you’re gonna be the key for it.” Bob tried to cheer you up, and even though you wanted to believe his words, the first few days were tough on you.

“Thanks, Bob. But I’ve meant it when I said I’m not here to work,” you laughed, leaving the pressure of your relocation for another time.

“So you better start sharpening your pool skills, Hyde.” Natasha passed you her pool cue and smiled. “Do you even play it?”

“Who do you think I am, Phoenix?” You gasped, as if her words were the biggest betrayal you ever faced. “It’s been a minute since I last played, tho.”

“It’s ok, you don’t need to be good at everything you do, you know.” She joked. “Ok, cutthroat rules. You, me and Rooster.”

She reseted the table as she explained how it was going to work: she was protecting balls 1 to 5, you were in charge with 6 to 10, Rooster had 11 to 15 to himself. The goal was to pocket any opponent's balls while protecting yours. If a foul occurred, the other players had the right to place a ball back at the table.

Natasha breaks, and one of hers was pocketed right away. On her shot, she aimed for the 7-ball, but it lacked strength to send your ball to the pocket. You took a look at the table, spotting a chance to pocket the 12-ball. You walked to the other side, passing just inches away from Bradshaw, and sending his ball to the pocket. He looked unimpressed when you checked for his reaction. You tried to get one of Nat ball’s, but you picked the wrong angle.

Bradshaw fixed his sunglasses on the neck of shirt, assessed the table and went for the 8-ball. Everyone was tied on losses. He sent the 1 straight to the pocket. His third shot scratched the 6-ball and moved it to a dangerous spot, and you held your breath.

“Don’t worry, I’m on your side,” Natasha aimed for the 15-ball and sent it straight to the corner pocket. But it was still a risky position for your 6-ball, and you watched when she pocketed that one as well. “I mean, I took one of his first, which makes us even, right?”

“That’s not what I’ve learned on Math 101, but ok.” You shook your head. “What are you gonna do next?”

“I’m gonna,” she elongated her words, “maybe this one,” she pointed to the 5-ball, “or a small challenge with the 14.” She positioned herself, and missed the latter for a lot. “Your shot, Hyde.”

You sent the 14-ball straight into the pocket, then missed your shot. Bradley took the 3-ball out, followed by the 10, and missed the 7. Nat got the 9-ball, then missed. You tunnel vision on the 13, in the middle of the table, with a huge chance of error. The white ball hit all the wrong corners and you miss it. And it got the white one on the perfect spot to send your last ball to the pocket.

“It was nice playing with you, fellas.” You turned over your cue and crossed your arms, destiny sealed since Bradshaw was a way better player than you. You watched the 7-ball disappear inside the pocket.

“Wait, Hyde, someone could get a foul, and you can come back,” Nat tried to pull you back to the table.

“I’m good with my loss, don’t worry. I’m not leaving, just wanna get something from the bar.” You took the now empty bucket — did Bradshaw get his beer or someone stole it? — to the bar and returned it to Penny.

“How is it going?” She smiled and motioned her head to the group.

“Could be worse. Can I have a tequila shot?”

“Sure, honey.” Penny checked something under the bar. “Is house tequila ok?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Can you get me one water and two more beers as well?”

“Coming right up.”

You took your phone of your pocket, and checked your messages: you were setting the family group chat aside for tomorrow morning; Lisa, your roommate from Fallon, was sharing updates on the gossip you were missing — not even three days and they didn’t failed to surprise you — while in San Diego; Ashton, still unaware of your transference, was asking if you were free. Yeah, things would never change.

“Here.” She laid your order on the counter. “I know you’re an Officer, but do you happen to have a call sign?”

“It’s more common to hear people calling me by it than my own name,” you shared, and she laughed. “It’s Hyde, a character from a gothic novel.”

“Oh, I believe I’ve read this book in high school.” She pressed her lips together and stared at you, like she was trying to put the pieces together. “Do you need some lime and salt for the shot?”

“No, not really.” Maybe not a smart idea since you’re driving, but that was the Hyde in you: nice face, good manners, but short tempered and always down to some trouble. “Thanks, Penny.”

You balanced your shot and the water in one hand, held the two beers in the other and moved carefully between the crowd to your friends. Back to the pool table, you watched Rooster send Nat’s last ball to the pocket.

“Oh no! And I thought you were each other's lucky charm,” you pointed out between her and Bob. You sat by her WSO’s side and passed him a water. “Or do you want a beer?”

“Water’s fine, thanks,” he offered you some nuts, and you gladly took a few.

“Here, a consolation prize for you.” You slid a beer for Nat as soon as she joined the table. You looked over her shoulder, seeing Bradshaw walking to the piano. “Is he always like that?”

You looked over your shoulder to Bradshaw. He carried a lot of resemblances to his parents — you could tell after hours looking through your parents’ photos, and seeing Goose and Carole in a few, with a kid Bradley closer. This was way before you were transferred to San Diego or decided to join the Navy.

You thought Bradshaw was just like you, until your father told you what happened to him. Father died after a failed ejection, his mom died of cancer, Maverick pulled his papers and set him back. You felt sorry about it, but if he was raised by Pete Mitchell after all of that, you were expecting to meet the younger version of the captain.

“Give him some time, Rooster is not much of a fan of changes,” she explained.

“As long as this doesn’t interfere with my job, I’m ok with not being friends with everyone.” You drank the tequila shot without making an ugly face, and quickly moved to your beer.

“Do you happen to know anything about our next mission?” Nat asked.

“I’m afraid I’m just as in the dark as you,” you shook your shoulders. “I know about the uranium mission though, which was pretty dangerous. I would’ve done a thing or two differently.”

“What exactly?”

“I mean, they could’ve timed the missiles to hit a few SAMs as you were leaving the valley, and make your way out of there smoother.” They were already flying a dangerous zone on less powerful planes, and exposed the hell of their jets, so not having at least a few bombs to help out was a little dumb.

“You’re kinda right,” Bob threw another nut inside his mouth. “Do you think they considered it?”

“Nah, I bet 20 bucks Admiral Simpson was looking for an opportunity to get rid of Maverick.” You took a sip of your beer.

“That’s cruel. But hey, if you have the chance to make our mission less dangerous, you have my approval.” Nat smiled.

“I’ll remember that.”

“Hey, have you always been part of Intelligence?”

You and Bob shared a look. “No, I joined the Navy after graduating from college. My parents are from the Navy, and they gave me the chance to choose. So education, then enlisting. My records say I graduated from Flight School because I completed the training successfully, but I got in an accident during the last week. Then, because of my college degree, they gave me a spot as part of the Intelligence, and I liked it there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your accident. I bet you miss being in the sky sometimes.”

“Thanks, Nat. My dad is a flight instructor nowadays, and everytime we’re in the same base, he finds a way to let me fly for a few minutes.”

“So you’ve been keeping your flight skills in check? Why don’t you apply to Top Gun?” Bob inquired.

“I really don’t see myself doing what you guys do on a daily basis,” another sip, waiting for them to be convinced. You were way past that Top Gun chance now, anyway.

“A pretty thing like you fits better as a Top Gun pilot's wife,” Hangman came up to the table, a beer in hand.

“I rather crawl naked over hot tarmac than date an aviator, Bagman.” Maybe if the aviator wasn’t part of your team, but just maybe. “You guys are just trouble. Can’t keep your missiles in your pants, and flee as soon as possible.”

“You’re funny, Hyde,” he pointed his beer’s neck at you.

“Don’t let it fool you, Hangman, they don’t call her Hyde for nothing,” Bob warned him.

“Don’t have a lot of Jekyll going on, hun?”

“Oh god, you’re insufferable,” Nat exited the table as fast as she could.

“No wonder those girls left you hanging on the darts,” it was kinda undeniable that there was some tension in the air.

“If you’d excuse me, I think it’s the perfect time to call my girlfriend.” And Bobby was smart to take his cue to leave you two alone. He motioned to his phone, and you noticed the picture on the wallpaper: the WSO with his arms around a beautiful girl. But she didn’t look like anyone you’ve seen around at base so far.

“Needs babysitting, Bob?” Hangman teased.

“Should I remind you who fell for the feral koalas story, Seresin?” Bob biting back? That was a first for you.

You looked between the two men, intrigued.

“Go talk about pandas or whatever, Floyd.” Jake waved his hand.

“See you later, Hyde.” Bob walks to the external deck, phone in his ear.

“What did he mean with feral koalas?” You inquired.

“His lady is Australian, and one time she told us about how koalas got a disease and were attacking people, and she sounded very scared.”

“And you believed it?”

“I mean, there was a lady in distress!”

“Jeez, we should legally change your call sign to Himbo.”

“Him-what?”

You laughed and stared at Jake, “I’m dead serious about not dating aviators, tho.”

“Who said anything about dating?”

One thing led to another. Coyote left the bar with a girl on his side, Hangman was left without a ride. You offered to drive him there, since it was on your way home, but you were none the wiser after a tough week and a few tequila shots.

When the sun started to peak over the waves, you were far away from Jake’s bed and still very much sure of your promise. You were in San Diego with one goal and one goal only: earn that promotion. And nothing or anyone was stepping into your way.

a/n: hello aviators! first of all, thank you SO MUCH for the support on the first chapter. yes, i wrote what i wrote and i don't regret it (hyde hooking up with hangman, but it was mostly implied so don't worry, it's almost like it didn't happened haha). also even tho we know who the daggers are, hyde is still getting to know them, i couldn't pass on a hard deck introduction scene (top gun: maverick movie style!). well, let me know what you guys think about this chapter, don't forget to reblog, vote and comment! see ya soon!

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herbrokenmelodies · 2 years ago

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DANCE WITH THE OCEAN, MOVE WITH THE SEA, LET THE RHYTHM OF THE WAVES, SET YOUR SOUL FREE 🌊 cerberus corp has been watching Himiko Yamada. some of the public has dubbed them Songstress because of Siren Song gifted by drowning at some D-Listers Party having been an extra ordinary since 2011, they’re doing a good job at hiding Strained Voice, Sore Throats and Constant Champed Lips when they aren’t working their day job as a Nightclub Manager, they are fond of Retail Therapy and are never seen without American Express Gold Card. at first glance they seem Charismatic & Confident, though their close friends know them to also be Manipulative & Money Driven. they consider themself a anti-hero

bio ┋ musings ┋ connections ┋ playlist ┋ pinterest ┋ navi

name himiko yamadanicknames himi, miko

age thirtydfive date of birth 1st june 1988zodiac gemini place of birth yokohama, japan current residence new york

gender cisgender women

pronouns she/hersexuality bisexual occupation nightclub manager at the abyss

faceclaim satomi ishihara

height 5'7 feet

tattoos none piercings ears distinguishing features scar on bottom back positive traits charismatic, confident, hard-working, fun-loving, upbeat, talkative negative traits manipulative, money driven, dramatic, annoying, boastful.

labels / tropes [coming soon...]

inspirations london tipton {suite life}, madisynn king {she-hulk}

...more coming soon

likes retail therapy, partying, dancing, music, glitter, themed parties, fancy over the top cocktails,dislikes small talk, silence, fears drowning, permanently loosing her voice, no wifi, credit card getting declined, being sober for too long hobbies mixology, partying, yoga, pilates,spin class,making money from people who need her powers, shopping, online shopping,habits sleeps about three hours, never misses a sale, thriple checker, glitter havoc, always presentable

002. EXTRA ORDINARY

TW: DROWNING, ALCOHOL

near death experience… Himko wanted to be famous, it was always as simple as that but to make or break in the big city, no matter how much money that her daddy has, she still had to network in order to get it. she was not the best with business conversations or stale dinners or drinks in rundown bars, she was more a girl who was the life of the party and so exactly that is what she would do. She managed to sneak her way into some D-Listers Celebrity party with samples. Yet she got a little more carried away with partying, one tequila...three...tequila....four tequila, floor....of the swimming pool. She was little too drunk to remember but woke up in Urgent Care and was told she was lucky she made it that night. From their she got a pity recording studio time...that helped her work out her powers. Not so much a record deal.

power… Siren Song, the ability to enchant and compel others who fall influence under the hauntingly beautiful voice of the siren song. However, it is not as simple as Himiko singing and all falling under her enchantment. For people to succumb to her Siren Song, she must sing a song backwards that contain the name and command that she wishes the listener to obey. The influence only lasts for 10 minutes and 43 seconds after the song has concluded after which the enchantment would fade away. The Siren Song is only temporary. Her power is best used for interrogation, assisting in short tasks.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… Those who have been influenced from her song will remember they have been influenced unless they song states otherwise. The more awareness that someone has of her power, the higher a persons resistance will be to her Siren Song. That being said, those of strong will are able to break the enchantment instantly compared to those who may be intoxicated as their mind is far more impressionable. Himiko is able to compel at most 3 people at a time, anything more than that her voice will be strained until she gets her voice back. Side effects include, a dry throat, constantly chapped lips and possible strained voice.

codename… Siren...would have been the obvious choice for her but she decided to name herself Songstress at it has a slight air of mystery to it. She picked it and did the marketing for it, to the right people.

#pinned #cc.task #//okay made a better prettier one cause aesthetic aha #cc.intro

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defavorise · 2 years ago

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IC TASK #002 — INTERROGATIONS, CONT. @ogdencollegerp

If there was anyway to get Sloane to do anything, it was to have her skip math class and piss off her mother. Fortunately by the time the authorities were knocking on her door, she was able to do both.

During the first round of interrogations there was a lawyer present. If the Morrisons were anything they were always prepared for a potential legal crisis. Although, Sloane was sure they expected her to be the one being questioned about as opposed to the perfect daughter. There were already a few missed calls and unlistened to voicemails sitting in her inbox before noon. She was sure Sebastian was updating their parents with every little detail after one of Greer’s old boy toys was taken off campus. What else would a snitch do?

She’s led into a room, the same room she sat in a few months prior. It was strange to think about just had much time had passed. If you asked Sloane life was still as if Greer hadn’t disappeared at all. Actually it was somehow worse.

“Good afternoon, Sloane.” One of the officers offers her a small smile and gestures for her to sit down. She doesn’t say anything as she plops down into the chair, kicking her feet up onto the table.

“Do you mind—.”

“We understand this is a difficult time for you.” The one who originally greeted her interrupts the other man. “I’m agent Choi. These are my colleagues agent Murray and agent Brown. Do you know why we asked you to come in today?”

“No. Can you explain it to me?”

“Your sister— Ah.”

“I can tell you guys get a lot done down here. Definitely seems like a good use of our tax money.”

His eyebrow twitches. An obvious sign of irritation. This gave her a good excuse to miss class but that didn’t mean Sloane had any incentive to make it easy on the people investigating her sister’s disappearance. If they did their research they should know that.

“Let’s just get into the questions.”

“Can’t wait.” She responds.

“Can you talk about your time capsule video? Give us some context for the clip that was leaked?”

It wasn’t what she expected to be brought up. “I was pulling shit out of my ass. I thought it would be funny to take a jab at Greer and I stand by what I said. It is pretty tacky. Don’t you think? A little Scooby Doo.”

Agent Choi ignores Sloane’s question as he scribbles down some notes.

"Were you aware that Greer had submitted a video at the end of last year?”

The blonde shrugs. “Does it matter if I did? Would it actually bring you one step closer to finding her?” Choi stares at her expectantly and Sloane lets out a sigh. “No. How would I know that? I don’t even know Greer’s snapchat. If there was some inner circle she shared this news with, I don’t make the cut.”

“Some other students have brought up your relationship with Greer. Why do you think they thought it was relevant?”

She was genuinely surprised to hear that and it must have showed on her face. “Did the two of you have a strained relationship?”

“Okay all because I don’t like my sister doesn’t mean I wanted her to disappear. Well— I wouldn’t have made her disappear like a fucking Martin Scorsese film. I hated her, she hated me, and that’s all there is to it.” Usually, Sloane would feel uncomfortable talking about her dynamic with Greer. After she went missing it felt harder to confront. Harder to justify. It didn’t help when every other person she would speak to about it would guilt trip her for not caring enough like there was a proper way to grieve in the first place. Did she feel grief over Greer though? Not after the stunt with the time capsule she didn’t.

“Were you aware of Greer planning to travel to Portugal this summer?“

“I had my theories. Bali was my first guess though. She always liked the beach.” She shrugs. “It’s funny. I’m sure people said we weren’t close but I knew her. The real her, or some version that was close enough to that at least. I just...I had a feeling she was drinking margaritas somewhere and laughing about how fucking stupid we all were. Good to know I was pretty much right. Hooray.”

It was obvious Choi wasn’t sure how to segue from that, the uncertainty showing as he was processing her response. Whether it was helpful or not Sloane didn’t really care. Brown steps to keep the conversation from lulling.

“Had you ever heard of anything regarding THE NAIVE NEWCOMER using steroids?”

“Until this whole mess, I didn’t even know his name. I knew of him. He was Greer’s boyfriend. Or one of them.”

“So your sister had multiple entanglements with different men?”

“So?” Sloane gives Brown an accusatory glare, as if she was daring him to go on and dig himself into a deeper hole.

“Had Greer brought up breaking up with him ever? Or anything of the sort, like she did in her video? We’re only trying to get the full picture here Sloane. Maybe him, or one of them, helped her or threatened her—.”

She scoffs. “None of the guys she dated were that smart. We can move on from this. I don’t know shit about this.”

Choi takes the chance to take lead again with the questions. Given her explanation that her and Greer were not particularly close meant she was more than likely telling the truth. “Were you at the party on June 4th in the Hamptons that Greer is pictured attending on Riley Vanderford’s social media?”

“Yeah but I showed up late and I was already drunk. I always avoid her circle at those things anyway. I can only watch them jerk her off so many times. I’m there for the free alcohol and the drugs.” The three look at her as if she said something worth being looked at. “I’m twenty one in a month. Get a fucking grip.”

“All right. Let’s circle back...Do you have any reason to believe Greer would want to leave Ogden College? It sounds like it given your “theory”.”

“For the attention.” Sloane states it as if it’s obvious. “All of this is for attention. The princess wasn’t happy sitting on her golden throne so she decided to make it everyone else’s problem. We don’t exactly come from a pro-therapy family. I’m sure you could tell if you’ve spoken to my brother already.”

It appeared that they finally realized they weren’t going to get very far with Sloane that day. “Thank you again for coming in. I have one last question for you” Choi nods. “Is there anything you know that you’re not sharing?“

“Oh yeah.” She brings her feet down back onto the floor and leans in closer to the man, as if she was going to share a secret with him. “I have Greer locked in a storage room. She isn’t actually in Portugal. See, I’m a film major so it was a little movie magic and—.”

“Have a nice day Sloane. Agent Brown will escort you out.”

#this got long...sorry for party rocking :/#( * ic . )#ogdentask

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nam-daeeun · 2 years ago

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TASK 002 - POLICE QUESTIONING.

— testimony of Nam Dae-eun, 32. Nightrest Police Station | June 28th, 2023.

Where were you last night, June 27th? Can anyone confirm this?

"I was at home. Alone." Dae sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You can ask the other tenants of the apartment; Dee came over around midday, left before it got dark." He didn't have exact times—he hadn't been expecting an interrogation. He hadn't been expecting an attack. It hadn't been that long since Sawyer and Dante were— Focus, he told himself, rubbing his eye with one knuckle. Focus.

How do you know Azra Nadir?

"Ah." Dae hesitated awkwardly, chuckling. "Well, everyone knows Azra; it's not a big town, and she...speaks loud enough to be heard all over." He winced. "We went out once, but we're just friends." And that was his fault. Azra's sharp words came flying back to him all of a sudden and he shook his head to clear it, glancing back up at the officer in front of him as he spoke again.

When and where did you last see her, or speak to her?

"I haven't seen her since...my birthday, actually, so about a month and a half ago, I guess?" He scratched the back of his head, gaze flying skyward as he racked his brains to figure out if that was right or not. It felt right. He'd seen her across the room at Medusa's and stuff like that, but he hadn't made a move, and she'd equally been avoiding him, it seemed. "She came over to my house." After a short pause, he glanced down at the officer. "To yell at me," he explained bluntly, at the other man's blank stare, "not for anything else."

Do you know anyone at all that she did not get along with?

"Who doesn't?" he mumbled, taking a deep breath. "I don't know. I try to avoid a lot of the drama that happens in the town." Dae shrugged. "All I can tell you is there are a lot of people who don't like her." It wasn't a lie; in fact, it was very correct. So what if he knew that some people hated her more than others? That information wasn't important. It certainly wouldn't help Azra right now.

Do you believe they’d be capable of hurting her like this?

For a moment, Dae just sat, blinking at the officer. "I don't know what to tell you," he said quietly, shrugging. "I want to say no, but since thirty people have been attacked in the five or so months since I've come to town..." He stared at them, slowly shaking his head. "...I don't really know what to believe anymore."

#// sad boi arc #nightrest:task002 #{ attack 030 }

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terrorhqs · 5 years ago

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A SEARCH ON THE ISLAND.

Good afternoon, players! We come to you once again with the second batch of CHOOSE YOUR ADVENTURE. You are welcome to set threads during this interaction, but they will have to be concluded before the deadline. If a prompt mentions another character, we very much encourage plotting during or after the fact! These tasks are optional, though highly encouraged, and responses can be as short as you want. Feel free to illustrate the choice your character makes via a self-para, new connection, graphic, or anything that fits your muse!

We must say, we love how thought out and book-like all of your task responses are! However, due to the nature of this rp, in some cases time is of the essence. Therefore, if you cannot make a post with your chosen course of action by AUGUST 8TH, we will be messaging you to tell us directly so that we can progress with the according outcome.

To round it off, we’d like to emphasize that choices in these particular batches will be VERY meaningful and have the possibility of directly affecting the next batches of tasks, and even the next event and/or plot drop!

BATCH 002. DEVON PATROL.

1. THE VOLCANIC

You are prepared to leave for a patrol with THE IDOL when you watch the sun fall, darkness cloaking the sky - a moment becomes hours, and there’s nothing in sight - no party, not even the Promethean. When you feel closest to madness, THE IDOL is before you, asking you if you are ready - it has been only minutes, but you have felt hours pass through you. Do you tell them what you just experienced, or do you stay silent?

2. THE DEVOTED

You find the note nudged in the cracks of a rock formation. You think it might be dropped by a party members, misplaced in the rush to finish scouring the island before darkfall. Yet the writing looks almost like a child’s. It’s a desperate sort of scribble. It says: look at the hands, the lines in the palms. do not follow anyone without it. lord, fogive us. monsieur henin, for—. Do you take it back to the party, or do you show it to the Captain first?

3. THE APOSTATE

The night chill has a grip that holds you like the touch of a once lover, more bitter than sweet. You have felt this cold before - just before the sinking of the Agathe, and the familiarity of it is something that has your skin crawling, hissing. Do you choose to tell the crew of the Promethean of your suspicions, or do you keep your fear to yourself, lest you incite more doubt among the crew of your survivor’s story?

4. THE VETERAN

You were paired with the boatswain as the patrol spread out in twos. Shortly before nightfall, you realize the man had lagged too far behind and is nowhere to be seen. You are confident in his ability to return to the meeting point without your help, and you are anxious to make it to the rowing boats before sundown, so that you won’t have to return to the Promethean in pitch darkness. Do you go look for him, or do you return to the others?

5. THE ROMANTIC

You find it hidden in the snow - a compass, cracked and chipped, but still pointing to a north the captain will never see. It is undoubtedly a well-loved piece of The Agathe’s once-leader, and now it belongs to you, shivering as you unearth it from its icy home. Do you choose to gift it to THE JUDAS, or will it be your own little trinket for you?

6. THE ENIGMA

It is nothing more than a whisper, a cold breath brushing shoulderblades - you could almost mistake it for nothing but the wind if not for how it whispers your name. Vera Hamilton. It must be nothing more than a trick of your mind, but the curl of the words are deliberate, laughing. Do you interrogate the other crew member on patrol with you for playing an impossible trick on you, or do you tell the captain of what you heard?

7. THE IDOL

Blink once, twice - it is there one moment, then gone the next. Turn to the north and it is staring right at you: The Agathe, bright and clear in the moonlight as the ship sails across the shores you patrol. There is no mistaking it. Do you believe the survivors’ tales of the ship being a ghost’s new playground or is seeing believing?

8. THE MARKED

There is much yet to explore on Devon Island, and you’re quick to take advantage of it. Armed with a rifle, you accompany the patrol party and deviate to explore the lowlands for whatever you can find - only to be met with an apparition of James, your deceased partner. It must be the work of The Silent One, you reason, knowing where you are weak. Do you shoot or embrace the phantasm?

#thqtask

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lgcmanager · 5 years ago

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ACTING MISSION 001

SCHEDULE TYPE: RECURRING GIG RESTRICTIONS: Cannot be paired with another recurring gig

on APRIL 7, HEO AECHA has summoned all the TRAINEES CONFIRMED TO JOIN THE ACTING MAIN CAREER PATH. it’s early in the morning, yet the woman seems fully present and watches on her small assembly with motherly warmth. “what a beautiful bunch!” she says, fondly. “some of you have had the chance to meet me twice, but no more. i am the head manager of LGC AGENCY, i oversee the careers of not only the company’s actors but also our models and entertainers. which implies that i’m a busy woman and we won’t meet all too often, unfortunately. since there aren’t currently too many of you, girls will be assigned one manager and boys another one. this arrangement might come to change in the future.” she stares at each of them one by one. “i have a lot of subjects to touch up, so let’s get to it!”

DORMS

“we are currently finalizing the dorm situation. those who are confirmed to leave them can do so from this week. fair warning; it’s not because you aren’t under watch 24/7 that you should start acting harshly. should we hear of bad behavior, you will be brought back to the dorms. this privilege isn’t given to you so you can fool around with your friends and hide us some relationships. it’s not because you’re away that we won’t keep an eye on you. i hope i’m making myself clear.” she takes a moment to look at all the trainees concerned. “for the rest, you will be notified of your new living arrangements in 2 weeks. good news is, since you are on the verge of debut, we have arranged for much better living conditions.”

SNS

“as actors, visibility is important. each of you will be allowed to have PUBLIC INDIVIDUAL INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT after meeting certain conditions; first you must have completed a full trimester in this path, then have at least 6 posts on the legacy entertainment account. this will assure us that you know sns etiquette and that we can trust you with the content you will publish. i’ll get back to you with more information in a couple of weeks.”

DEBUT CONTRACT

“as i mentioned, your acting debut is right at the door which means new legal grounds to cover. you will all be handed a contract that will need to be signed and returned as soon as possible. i’ll let you read over them on your own.”

ACTING MISSION PART 001: NEW FACES

“now that all the administrative things are behind, i can now share a great news: all of you have your FIRST SCHEDULE: a variety show for trainee and newcomer actors that will air on jtbc. the show, called NEW FACES, will challenge the talents of 15 hopefuls, that include you. filming begins on monday and will occur every monday for 5 weeks, the show will last 7 episodes. this is a great opportunity for you to get your names out there and learn from your peers.”

CONTENT OF EACH WEEK OF FILMING

WEEK 1: each hopeful will first fill a questionnaire about their personalities, then, they will be asked to act a character they will come up with on the spot. the two mcs (JO SEHO and UHM HYUNKYUNG) will try to figure out which questionnaire belongs to whom.

WEEK 2: hopefuls are divided in teams (boys vs girls) and must guess the right movie from hints given. to have the right to go first, the person who thinks has the answer must cry on cue.

WEEK 3: hopefuls are paired in two and given a random scene (example: a break up, a police interrogation...) to act in front of a small audience of random people of all ages. the winning team gets to eat steak.

WEEK 4: hopefuls are once again divided in two teams (mixed) to play dodge ball. a person who gets hit by the ball has to go out in the JTCB public area and act as a random character for 3 minutes (example: act like terminator)

WEEK 5: hopefuls will each be given trophies for their achievements during the show, naturally categories are often nonsensical (example: best water drinker). filming will begin with a red carpet where hopefuls will need to be dressed up like during prestigious award ceremonies. each will win a prize and be asked to make a speech.

ACTING MISSION PART 002: DRAMA AUDITION

“legacy creatives as been working with naver on a new drama, you are all tasked to AUDITION for a role in the drama. you must audition for a lead or a support role. JUNG MISO, since you are still tied to FUTURE DREAMS, you may only audition for a support or guest role.”

REQUIREMENTS

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:actingmission for everything related to this event. you have until JULY 3 to complete the following requirements

NEW FACES: write a 300+ words solo or a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with a partner about any episode for +5 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE, +3 NOTORIETY ! you may claim this requirement three times, as long as threads are with different partners.

DRAMA AUDITION: since they are on the ACTING PATH, muses receive an extra +5 ACTING for writing the audition solo (minimum 300+ words).

to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before JULY 4, 11:59EDT.

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ ACTING MISSION 001

- NEW FACES: +5 ( skill points distribution ) + 3 notoriety [ LINK ] - NEW FACES: +5 ( skill points distribution ) + 3 notoriety [ LINK ] - NEW FACES: +5 ( skill points distribution ) + 3 notoriety [ LINK ] - DRAMA AUDITION: +5 extra acting [ LINK ]

#lgc:actingmission #lgc:event #lgc:q22020

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kpmatthewskidd · 2 years ago

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TASK 002 - POLICE QUESTIONING.

— testimony of K.P. Matthews-Kidd, 28. Nightrest Police Station | June 28th, 2023.

Where were you last night, June 27th? Can anyone confirm this?

"At home," they responded easily, shrugging. "I called Jesse around eight o'clock at night; you could ask him." Their arms were crossed over their chest, despite their lax posture—K.P. did not want to be here. Still reeling from the death of their cousin, they didn't at all feel inclined to be sitting in a police interrogation room with a bunch of imbeciles talking about a woman they didn't even like. Not their idea of a good day.

How do you know Azra Nadir?

K.P. barked out a laugh. "Are you kidding? That woman is always up in everybody's business; everyone knows Azra." They shook their head. "Just check the group chat if you want evidence." The cop didn't seem satisfied with that answer, attempting to subtly press for more information, but they simply shook their head. "I avoid that demon at all costs. Next question."

When and where did you last see her, or speak to her?

"I didn't," they replied flatly. "I saw her at the Medusa's party, after the reopening at Mama's—looked pissed to high heaven. Haven't seen her since." They waved a hand. "Look, are we done yet?"

Do you know anyone at all that she did not get along with?

Yeah, me. K.P. raised their eyebrows at the question, a disbelieving laugh escaping their mouth. "Did you do any research before deciding to pack us in here like sardines?" they asked sharply, brows furrowing in confusion. "There aren't many people in town that like the woman. It'd be easier to use that list. Maybe that little cohort of hers did it. They certainly seem bitchy enough." They rolled their eyes. "Anyone specifically, no."

Do you believe they’d be capable of hurting her like this?

"Hell if I know." They stared at the officer. "Isn't that your job?"

#nightrest:task002 #// they're Not Happy

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hardlygclden · 3 years ago

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HARDLY GOLDEN : HIDEHILL TASK 002 - INTERROGATION

Nathaniel doesn’t remember coming into the room, let alone getting from Mike’s house to wherever they are now. The only thing he can use to ground himself is the cold pierce of the porcelain under his chin, and the way something pushes him back every time he starts to fall away. All he can focus on is the acid that burns in the back of his throat, and the hum of the lights. There’s a scuffle at the door he sits behind, and as soon as it creaks open, Nathaniel is on his feet and eyes forced wide. To anyone unfamiliar to his company, he’s trying to freshen up–– but to anyone else, he’s hanging on to frayed edges to create a semblance of sobriety.

“Nathaniel Von.” It comes out in a sigh, though Nate’s trying to catch his breath.

He only knows what to say out of routine. He’s stood in enough hotel rooms illuminated by the roll of red and blue lights outside that he can hum the questions without even catching their words himself. His hand goes to his pocket, identification card flashed, and there’s a roll of his hand for them to simply lay it on it before he’s laid out on the floor.

“Where and when was the last time you saw Asa?”

“I didn’t even know he was at the party. I got there late, and I went straight to the kitchen.”

Whether he saw Asa or not had yet to be recollected, but he learned from early on to deny, deny, deny especially if there would be any footage where a drink was in his hand. He could reap the consequences of poor judgement later.

“Did you see anything suspicious?”

A wrinkle burrows its way across the very top of his nose. Even though the haze he’s inflicted upon himself, he can taste how vague it is. His lack of faith seems to cast through his high, slice it open, to deliver one short snort.

“Someone died. That’s fucking suspicious.”

He should really think before he speaks now.

“Not that I know of until after all this shit happened,” Nathaniel expands, clearing his throat. He stands a little straighter. He’s still in the bathroom, and he leans against the tile walls in whatever timeless decor the motel’s attempted. His jacket is still missing and the cracked tile presses into every exposed vertebrae. It pulls him to the moment, catches him and hangs in on whatever uneven edge scrapes his skin. “I didn’t even know anything happened until the cops showed up, and I thought it was just a noise complaint.”

“Do you know anybody who has issues with Asa?”

Nathaniel pauses, consideration giving a brief moment of hope to those standing at the door frame. Either they’re hoping he gives them a good answer, or something curt enough to move on.

“The Shadow.”

Silence hangs. The lights and their hum become a choir against the single thought.

“Which is who you need to be looking into,” Nathaniel continues. “And looking for. Instead of breaking up a party asking about who’s got a grudge, you should be hounding the only person who’s seen them. Asa didn’t do shit that we know, so you’re gonna have to sort through his dirty laundry to figure out what he was trying hide that someone else found first.”

The notepad flips over in the hands of the man in blue, and Nathaniel pries a cigarette from the waistband of his jeans. Complimentary matches spark, and he lifts it between them. The smoke is cut through his teeth as he moves past them.

“And it’s fuckin’ Hidehill. This town’s built on what everyone’s tryin’ to bury and hide.”

#this is not meant to be clever its only suppose to reflect on how absolutely blasted this man is #━━ nathaniel task ｢it’s herd behavior uh huh｣#hidehilltask002

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cogitxre · 3 months ago

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TASK 2.1 :: THE INTERROGATION.

— mentions of NICOLAI ARLAY-SINCLAIR [ @honeyedking ], SARAI ODENA [ @eternaladagio ], and THE TRAGEDY.

{ ✦ } Where did you last see [ THE TRAGEDY ]? Or when did you last hear of [ THE TRAGEDY ]?

Milo takes a deep breath, fingers interlacing tightly as he places his hands in his lap; ever the picture of poise, covering up the raging maelstrom of emotion inside. Just like he's learned his whole life.

"I talked to Vincent the evening before his death; likely just a handful of hours prior. I asked him if he would be joining me to study that night."

A wry smile plays at his lips as he thought back to that day, one of the ones that only occurred around close friends. One of his last interactions with Vincent. At least it had been a good one.

"He just smiled, shook his head; told me he had other matters to attend to that night. He was never quite as stuck in his books as I was. Am." "I thought nothing of it. I bid him farewell; figured I would see him the following day."

Near-imperceptible, a muscle in his jaw twitches. If only so much hadn't gone left unsaid between them. Perhaps he would have less regrets. Less...pains.

"...but I didn't."

{ ✦ } Where were you at time of death of [ THE TRAGEDY ]? And what were you doing?

"I was doing my usual: ...studying."

He gives the dark-haired woman a somewhat apologetic glance, though when he speaks, there's a hint of amusement to his tone.

"Sorry, I'm not all that interesting. That night was psychology research...ironically. Spent the entire night in the library reviewing the cortico-striatal-thalamic loop in preparation to discuss how it interacts with Tourette's syndrome. Fascinating stuff, really."

His eyes shift back to his interrogator from where they'd roamed towards the bookshelves, skimming what little bit of the spines he could read. Older volumes had more wear-and-tear to the lettering, making it nigh impossible to make them out. Didn't stop him from trying, though. All knowledge was worth having. Milo offers the woman a half-smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"...but you don't particularly care about that, do you? So for both your sake and mine, let's move on. You'd rather not get a lecture on Tourette's, and I'd truly rather not think about my dissertation at the moment. So what's next?"

{ ✦ } Who can attest to your alibi?

"In the library, I was alone. However..."

Milo shifts his weight slightly, crossing his arms. He casts his eyes upwards, thinking back to the night of his friend's demise. After a moment, he nods, and his gaze settles back on the woman.

"Nicolai Arlay-Sinclair. I messaged him the night of Vincent's death, and mentioned I would be in the library all night. I thought he might join me."

His lips twitch, settling ever-so-slightly into a frown. Showing about as much emotion as he ever did, merely a ripple in his icy façade. But whether it was concern or suspicion was practically unintelligible.

"...it seems he never made it out to meet me."

Shaking his head, as if to clear his thoughts, Milo returns his gaze to the interrogator. He gives another half-shrug, a finishing signal, leaving little room for expansion on his following point.

"Sarai Odena can also attest."

{ ✦ } The SOCIETY requires your verdict on [ THE TRAGEDY ]'s demise: Was it the calculated hand of murder? The cruel whim of accident? Or the final, desperate act of self-annihilation?

There it is again, the faintest twitch of the muscle near his jawline. He stills, gaze dropping to the table for a moment. After a few beats of silence, Milo nods.

"A knife is too personal a choice of weapon for an accident, and I doubt someone interested in a quick exit would have slit their throat. It's not exactly a common choice."

He glances back at the woman, a hint of that firm tone from the end of his statement returning.

"I do, in fact, believe it was murder."

#trialofheartstask #:: REFLECTIONS.#task 002. the interrogation #psd: jessource #// tumblr ATE that quality i'm so sorry yall #// pulling on all three (3) of my psychology minor classes for this

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leviathcn · 3 years ago

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Field Report 002# ;; Leviathan’s Hand in the Human World

My superiors have tasked myself and several other associates to question the entity about its level of influence in earth’s oceans. It’s my assumption that if they gauge the extent of its power, they will be better prepared against undersea disasters or attacks on our bases near the Molloy Deep Trench in the Arctic and the Challenger Deep Trench in the Pacific.

One such notable attack occurred two months prior, in December of 20XX. (Refer to UUA [Unidentified Underwater Anomaly] Report #0709). The southernmost chamber of our Challenger Deep base, which held much of our weapons and underwater surveillance vehicles, was destroyed and is still undergoing heavy repair.

My associate, Dr. Farrow, was in charge of the interview. Below is a transcript of his findings:

F: Good morning, Leviathan.

L: Good morning, Roger. Breakfast was lovely. I do enjoy Texan barbeque. (*Entity is referring to the arm of Sgt. Jimmy Thomas, which was bitten off while he was escorting the entity’s feeder, marine biologist Yolanda Jiménez.)

F: Free reign to attack this base’s personnel was not a part of our deal.

L: Let me reveal a little secret to you, Roger... I am bound by no mortal deal. The only reason I have not unmoored this station and drowned its inhabitants is because I like being known. I like tales of me being spread. Cease to be useful, or amusing, and there will be consequences.

F: Please, let’s not--

L: Indeed. Let’s not.

L: Now, what questions do you have for me today, Roger?

F: ... Right. My superiors wish to know the extent of your influence in our oceans.

L: My influence?

F: Your territory. The amount of creatures under your command. In a word--

L: Your superiors want to know how powerful I am so that they may defeat me.

F: (shrugs)

L: Hmm, I suppose I’ll humour you... Where should we begin?

F: The beginning. How long have you been on earth?

L: Since its formation. Millions of years ago, after the planet’s surface cooled enough to support the formation of water and micro-organisms. You see, it’s a common misconception amongst the clergy that HE exiled us all to hell. What you think of hell is a pocket dimension formed out of a black hole. Lucifer made his kingdom there of his own free will; it’s HIS fault that my... my associates are saddled with souls that HE will not claim. However, there are those of us that decided to remain here on HIS favourite little ball of water and dirt. There are lesser angels, archangels, cherubim, etc., in the deep with me, but I am its ruler. Even the pagan gods, who were born from the humans’ belief, bow to me.

F: I see... What was the extent of your influence during the evolution of earth’s underwater species?

L: Extensive.

L: Of course, HE guided plenty, with the help of virtues still loyal to HIM.

L: The more cuddly species aren’t mine. Whales, fish, crabs, dolphins, sea lions, sea turtles, starfish, etc. etc. But the things of so-called myth, the things humans find terrifying and repellant, are my children-- the mythological Kraken, sea dragons, sirens, mermaids, angler fish, wolf eels, Megalodon sharks, just to name a few.

F: Pardon me, you said Megalodon--?

L: Oh! And a few creatures that I commissioned H. P. Lovecraft to write about. Cthulhu, Dagon, the Deep Ones... Speaking of, how did your raid of Dunwich go? Are there still some of my grandchildren in outpost D-349?

F: Leviathan, you’re not here to interrogate us about base operations.

L: (laughs) Oh, that already answered my question. Don’t worry. I’ll pay your colleagues there a visit after I’m finished here.

F: (sigh) Let’s move on... Is it true that you can control these creatures?

L: ‘Control’ is such a base word.

L: But yes, they are loyal to me, and I can communicate with them. Many of them are, in fact, sentient; they simply don’t have the ability to speak human words, you see.

F: All right... why create them? You say that HE already populated the upper regions of earth’s oceans.

L: Why do you humans populate the land like rabbits? I wanted to be a creator in my own right. I wanted children, a family. I wanted to be loved and adored. But most of all, I wanted to prove to HIM that I could.

F: So your purposes are relatively benign? My... My superiors are concerned about another attack.

L: It’s not that difficult-- even a primate like you can figure it out. I want to be left alone to conduct my research. I want my children and grandchildren to be left alone. Follow my wishes, and you’ll be spared. Continue to pollute my home and kill my family, and your bases will be destroyed. It’s as simple as that.

L: Now, is that all?

F: ... Yes, that’s all. Thank you for your time, Leviathan.

L: So polite. You’re welcome.

L: Do send Jimmy back tomorrow, would you? I’d like to even him out a bit.

#{ amidst milky eyes and gaping maws ;; headcanon }#with references to #lovecraft #the dunwich horror #the deep ones #cthulhu #dagon #and many others

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one-of-us-blog · 7 years ago

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The Living Daylights (1987)

Today Drew is forced to watch and recap 1987’s The Living Daylights, the fifteenth James Bond adventure. It’s a new dawn for Bond, and that means it’s time for another globetrotting adventure. Bond is tasked with helping a KGB general defect, but that spirals into a plot involving gunrunning, stolen diamonds and opium. Can Bond get to the bottom of this ouroboros of a scheme?

Keep reading to find out…

Eli, you’re still killing the recap game! I agree with your thoughts on both “One Old Lady to Go” and “Ebbtide for the Defense”, but I would have sworn Rubin was played by Chong! And it’s always kind of bummed me out that Rose gave such a downer of an ending for Alma after we got to see her so vibrant earlier in The Golden Girls. I’m still playing catch up right now, though, so it’s time for me to hit the bricks and get this recap going!

Buttocks tight!

Screenplay by Richard Maibaum & Michael G. Wilson, film directed by John Glen

We start off with a brand new barrel sequence, now proudly displaying Timothy Dalton as 007, and then we jump into a 00 training exercise. The 00’s need to infiltrate a radar instillation on the Rock of Gibraltar, and it… doesn’t go great. 002 gets taken out of the game right away, then 004 and our own 007 start scaling a cliff face when a real life assassin kills 004 and leaves a note reading Smiert Spionom behind. 007 goes after the assassin, resulting in a rollicking jeep chase that ends with the jeep carrying the assassin going off a cliff while a parachute-wearing Bond lands in a woman’s yacht. He yanks the woman’s old timey cell phone out of her hand, plops down like he owns the place and then delays informing MI6 about the details of his fellow 00 agent’s death by an hour so he can bang this random lady.

With that out of the way we jump into the super saturated title sequence featuring a-ha singing “The Living Daylights” while some ladies pose in water and shoot revolvers.

With that behind us, we cut to Bratislava, Czechoslovakia. Bond is here to help Saunders, head of Section V, with the defection of a KGB general named Georgi Koskov (Jeroen Krabbé). The defection starts alright, but the KGB has a woman sniper (Maryam d’Abo) set up to take Koskov out as he’s trying to flee and Bond just can’t bring himself to shoot a pretty woman. Bond is then a total dick to Saunders, leaving him to lose the KGB agents tailing them while he drives off with Koskov and refuses to tell Saunders how he plans to get him out. Bond’s plan involves shooting Koskov out of KBG territory in an oil pipeline with the help of the Soviet Union’s answer to Rosie the Riveter. Q is there to greet Koskov for no reason, and Bond picks Saunders up like a mom picking her kid up outside the roller-rink while Koskov is sent off in a jet.

At MI6, we meet our first Miss Moneypenny following, with the role now being played by Caroline Bliss. We get an honestly cringe-worthy moment where Q brags about his deadly new boombox (called the ‘ghetto blaster’) before Moneypenny sends Bond off to see M (after he gives her a good natured pat on the ass). Bond is sent to a house in the country where an assassin is posing as a milkman. He meets with M and the cheery Koskov for the debriefing. Koskov informs the Brits that the KGB is now being headed by General Pushkin, who’s hungry for both power and dead spies. Pushkin started the KGB’s anti-spy program known as Smiert Spionom (better known to us as SMERSH). The assassin, who’s name is Necros (Andreas Wisniewski), murders his way through the safehouse and eventually kidnaps Koskov.

MI6 assumes Pushkin is behind this, so Bond is tasked with tracking him down. Bond gets a round of gadgets from Q, including car keys with a lockpick, sleep gas dispenser and an explosive. Moneypenny identifies the sniper Bond refused to shoot as cellist Kara Milovy and Bond tracks her down in Bratislava. Bond arrives in time to see Milovy dragged off a bus and brought before Pushkin (John Rhys-Davies). Bond finds blanks in Milovy’s sniper rifle and deduces that Koskov’s entire defection was a ruse and Milovy is actually his girlfriend. He convinces her he’s a friend of Koskov and she agrees to go to Vienna with him (after first retrieving her prized cello). The KGB are hot on Bond’s tail and we get a standard 007 car chase, this time with extra goofy car gadgets, but eventually Bond, Milovy and the cello make it into Austria.

Meanwhile, Pushkin goes to meet with an American arms dealer named Brad Whitaker (played by the ever repugnant Joe Don Baker) in Tangier. Whitaker is batty and has festooned his complex with grotesque wax sculptures of famous military leaders with his face plastered onto them. Pushkin tells Whitaker that they’re cancelling a contract made between the KGB and Koskov, which Whitaker isn’t thrilled about. We see Bond and Milovy flirting their way through Vienna before we cut back to the actual movie we’re watching and see Whitaker meeting with Koskov and Necros. Koskov lets Whitaker know Bond’s snooping around, and they plan to eliminate him. We sit through Bond and Milovy watching an opera before Bond meets up with Saunders at the Prater. Saunders informs Bond of a history of financial exchanges between Koskov and Whitaker, and then he gets blown up by a bomb placed by Necros.

Bond and Milovy head to Tangier, where Bond confronts Pushkin in his hotel. Puskin denies any involvement with SMERSH getting started up again, and also informs Bond that Koskov is on the lam after embezzling government funds. Pushkin signals for a guard and Bond brutally rips the top off of Pushkin’s girlfriend in order to distract the guard. Bond’s nice enough to throw her a towel before he finished interrogating Pushkin. Later, Necros prepares to assassinate Pushkin but Bond stages a fake killing to save the general’s life and trick Whitaker and Koskov into carrying out their little scheme. While running from the fake assassination Bond jumps into a car with two women inside of it, and they promptly pull a gun on him and take him to a yacht where he’s reunited with our old friend Felix Leiter (John Terry). It’s been a while, Felix! He’s probably been too busy taking care of his son Gordo to spend much time with his buddy James. Bond assures Leiter that Pushkin’s assassination was staged, and then they plan to order some big stuff from Whitaker.

Milovy is left alone too long and gets nervous so she calls Koskov, who tells her Bond is actually a KGB agent and convinces her to drug him. Once he’s passed out, Koskov has Necros load him into a plane with Milovy and an organ transplant container that actually contains an animal’s heart and ice mixed with illicit diamonds. The plane lands in Afghanistan, where Koskov hands both Bond and shocked Milovy over to the local coppers. They escape thanks to the stun gas in Bond’s key fob and free another prisoner (Art Malik) just for kicks. It’s a good thing they did, because it turns out that guy is Kamran Shah, leader of the local Mujahideen. Shah helps Bond and Milovy get to safety, but he’s not willing to help Bond out on his mission. The next day they ride out and Bond discovers there’s yet another link in this unbelievable scheme chain. Those diamonds from that fake organ transplant container? They’re being sold in exchange for opium from the Mujahideen.

Bond plants a bomb among the opium and Milovy inspires the Mujahideen to attack the airbase where the opium is being shipped from. Bond gets caught by Necros and Koskov before he can leave the plane with the bomb on it so he hijacks the plane while the Soviets are distracted by the Mujahideen attack. Milovy manages to catch up to the plane in a stolen jeep and avoids Necros shooting at her long enough to get aboard the plane. She takes the wheel while Bond defuses the bomb. Turns out Necros also managed to get on the plane somehow, though, so he and Bond have to fight before Milovy opens the hatch and causes Bond, Necros and the opium to dangle out of the plane. Bond cuts loose the opium and sends Necros falling to his death, still managing to get back inside the plane in time to defuse the bomb and stop Milovy from steering into a mountain. Bond sees that Shah and his men are being chased across a bridge by the Soviets, so he reactivates the bomb and throws it down onto a bridge the Soviets are crossing. The Mujahideen lives to fight again!

Unfortunately the plane being in a gun fight led to the fuel tanks getting plugged full of holes, so this jet’s goin’ down fast. Bond and Milovy managed to ride Milovy’s jeep out of the plane before it crashes, and they head to Whitaker’s palatial estate. With some help from Leiter, Bond makes it inside and confronts Whitaker. Whitaker is enraged by the destruction of his precious opium, which was supposed to be sold on the streets at heroin in the US, which would have given him and Koskov more money to run weapons and so on and so on. Bond and Whitaker scrap for a minute and Whitaker is killed. Puskin arrives and then Koskov, who’s been found by KGB agents, is brought in. Koskov tries to suck up to Pushkin, but Pushkin orders he be flown home in a body bag.

Later, Milovy puts on a cello performance which M and Pushkin both take in. The Mujahideen also show up, much to Milovy’s delight. Milovy finds Bond waiting for her in her dressing room, and the two celebrate her performance with a duet of their own. A… sexual duet.

The End

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Woof, somebody get me a CliffsNotes version of this movie! I know I’m still smarting from the loss of my beloved Roger Moore, but there was just something about this movie that rubbed me the wrong way. There was a smugness to Dalton’s performance that I just didn’t like, and I can’t quite articulate why. And I’m sorry, but I simply cannot take Joe Don Baker seriously as a villain. The plot of this one was really convoluted, and I feel like it took itself way too seriously. Again, I might just be used to the lighter Moore-era romps, but going from A View to a Kill to this was way too jarring for me.

Overall, I give The Living Daylihgts QQ½ on the Five Q Scale.

We’ll see you again soon as Eli gears up to recap “Can’t Stand Losing You” and “Seems Like Old Times, Part 1”, the next two episodes of The Golden Palace, and after that it’ll be my turn at the mic as I cover Licence to Kill, the last James Bond adventure to star Timothy Dalton.

Until then, as always, thank you for reading, thank you for celloing and thank you for being One of Us!

#james bond #007 #one of us

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cogitxre · 3 months ago

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TASK 2.2 :: THE PHONE.

TO: Nicolai

> [SENT] I wonder if these bookshelves have any books on biopsychology...

TO: Clem

> [SENT] Doing alright?

TO: Sarai

> [SENT] And so, the games begin. I wonder what's next.

#trialofheartstask #:: REFLECTIONS.#task 002. the interrogation #// if anyone wants to start texts threads based on these absolutely feel free!!#// discord or tumblr; your pick!

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cogitxre · 3 months ago

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TASK 2.3 :: THE SUITCASE.

— contents of a suitcase belonging to one Milo Foss.

one large, brown, leather suitcase.

The leather shows wear-and-tear on the handle, as well as it starting to peel around the corners. It is clearly well-used, and likely hasn't been replaced for over a decade.

one smartphone. [CONFISCATED]

A black Android phone, likely a Samsung Galaxy S21 or so. Not old, not new. Just average.

one pair of black earphones.

Slim across the crown, wide enough to fully cover ones ears at the base. Foldable; no cord found. Likely connect via Bluetooth.

one hair pick.

Simple; exactly what it sounds like. Prongs are blunt enough to not be an issue.

one book.

Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. Various pages and passages are highlighted and underlined in pen and faded red highlighter. Nothing abnormal.

one brown leather wallet.

Also likely old. Probably bought around the same time as the suitcase. Also worn. Front pocket bulges slightly; likely from excess of cards. Back pockets seem completely unused.

one small, wooden-handled whittling knife + one block of wood.

Comes in leather sheath; blade is small. Block of plywood.

one leather journal + one ballpoint pen.

Journal is empty; unused. Pen seems full. Both look new; recently purchased.

two textbooks (mathematics + psychology).

Both heavy, both thick. Only a crazy person would be carrying both of those in one suitcase.

one blue folder + a handful of pre-sharpened pencils.

Filled with papers; all seem to be research materials.

#trialofheartstask #:: REFLECTIONS.#task 002. the interrogation

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cogitxre · 2 months ago

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TASK 2.4 :: THE INTERROGATION [CONT.]

— mentions of CASSIEL LECLAIR-PARK [ @undecadent ] and KARUNA TIWARI [ @wrathconsumed ].

{ ✦ } Has anything peculiar caught your attention — a whisper, an object, a note or a text — that might illuminate the identity of our culprit?

Milo watches the woman in front of him for a moment, gently chewing his lip as he considers his options. There were a few ways to handle this question. Not many of them had a positive outcome. Slowly, he settles on one, leaning forward with his hands folded on the desk.

"Peculiar…has a lot of definitions. I don't know that I've seen anything especially pattern-breaking, recently. Not much out of the ordinary."

A hesitation, a glance to her face.

"I did think I caught Cassiel whispering with Karuna up on a staircase the other day…but who knows? Maybe it was just a trick of the light."

A small smile touches the corner of his lips. The lie swirls around his mouth, bending as it touches the air. Whether the woman believed him or not, he didn't particularly care. It was a test; the results of more importance than the method. You can't adjust your variables until you've set them.

TASK 2.1 :: THE INTERROGATION.

— mentions of NICOLAI ARLAY-SINCLAIR [ @honeyedking ], SARAI ODENA [ @eternaladagio ], and THE TRAGEDY.

{ ✦ } Where did you last see [ THE TRAGEDY ]? Or when did you last hear of [ THE TRAGEDY ]?

"I talked to Vincent the evening before his death; likely just a handful of hours prior. I asked him if he would be joining me to study that night."

A wry smile plays at his lips as he thought back to that day, one of the ones that only occurred around close friends. One of his last interactions with Vincent. At least it had been a good one.

Near-imperceptible, a muscle in his jaw twitches. If only so much hadn't gone left unsaid between them. Perhaps he would have less regrets. Less...pains.

"...but I didn't."

{ ✦ } Where were you at time of death of [ THE TRAGEDY ]? And what were you doing?

"I was doing my usual: ...studying."

He gives the dark-haired woman a somewhat apologetic glance, though when he speaks, there's a hint of amusement to his tone.

{ ✦ } Who can attest to your alibi?

"In the library, I was alone. However..."

Milo shifts his weight slightly, crossing his arms. He casts his eyes upwards, thinking back to the night of his friend's demise. After a moment, he nods, and his gaze settles back on the woman.

"Nicolai Arlay-Sinclair. I messaged him the night of Vincent's death, and mentioned I would be in the library all night. I thought he might join me."

"...it seems he never made it out to meet me."

Shaking his head, as if to clear his thoughts, Milo returns his gaze to the interrogator. He gives another half-shrug, a finishing signal, leaving little room for expansion on his following point.

"Sarai Odena can also attest."

{ ✦ } The SOCIETY requires your verdict on [ THE TRAGEDY ]'s demise: Was it the calculated hand of murder? The cruel whim of accident? Or the final, desperate act of self-annihilation?

There it is again, the faintest twitch of the muscle near his jawline. He stills, gaze dropping to the table for a moment. After a few beats of silence, Milo nods.

"A knife is too personal a choice of weapon for an accident, and I doubt someone interested in a quick exit would have slit their throat. It's not exactly a common choice."

He glances back at the woman, a hint of that firm tone from the end of his statement returning.

"I do, in fact, believe it was murder."

#trialofheartstask #:: REFLECTIONS.#task 002. the interrogation #psd: jessource

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