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Current Me: *Goes to a metal concert.* Me the next morning: Damn; my neck is sore.
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4 days ago
Remember: Every pizza is a personal pizza if you try really hard and have no shame.
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6 days ago
Insane in the membrane (INSANE IN THE BRAIN!)
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8 days ago
Seen by doctor at the ER. Pain medication petscribed; possible whiplash to be expected. Worker's comp case open.
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8 days ago
Was involved in a motor vehicle collision at work. I'm OK, but shaken up. Hoping my coworker gets through; he got the brunt of the impact.
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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.

My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.

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Ding

The polished steel doors of the elevator parted, opening into the hallway of conference room level. Half to her annoyance and half to her relief, Talia's stay in the foyer had proven longer than she anticipated. Given the nature of her previous assignment, she had consequently found herself engaged in a persistent stream of conversation with other agents connected to the case. She had answered questions as concisely as she could in the conscious effort to make it to her new team in a timely manner; but, as was the case with Bureau business, one question lead to another, and one conversation inevitably lead into the next without respite. Now, having left another brief meeting to fill in the replacements on her old assignment, she was free to move on to her new team.

Still, sensing an abundance of hostility about the conference rooms, she tread at a less-than-hurried pace, taking the time to tie her hair back into a bun... a more professional look was always preferable, and that much justified the unexcused tail-end of her tardiness.

She needed no directions as to which room she was headed; the raised, arguing voices had managed to carry to the end of the hall, even cutting through the elevator doors when it had arrived on the floor. Even that, however, was almost minuscule next to the aggressive sensations emanating from that point, which, even back in the foyer, seemed to press its weight upon the facility. Thinking, then, that she might be of some help to de-escalating the situation(s), she wasted no further time, immediately entering as soon as she arrived that the door.

Stepping into the conference, room, she took advantage of a brief break in the discussions, and cleared her throat loudly.

@KatherinWinter

((Haven't been able to completely commit to memory who else is in the room. I'll get the hang of the tagging business over time)).
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Not a thing


OK. I should be able to jump in tomorrow.
Sorry for the absence after my intro post. Things got very hectic for a few weeks. Have I missed a whole lot?
@KatherinWinter

“Ah.” Agent Talia A. LeCroix emerged from the relatively cabin of a BoSA-chartered jet. Before her, at the foot of the fold-down steps from the aircraft, the tarmac of a government-access runway, and the span of airfields of Dulles International lay before her in the bright morning sunlight. Relieved to be on the ground, she drew in a deep, pleasured breath of fresh air, and slid a heavily tinted pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Lugging her single carry-on item, a small, weekend bag, she descended the steps onto the runway, approaching a peculiarly gaunt looking driver standing by a non-descript black Buick.

She nodded, hesitantly, at the man, who she noticed was holding a sign with her last name boldly written across it. Important enough for the jet; not enough for the escort. She might have expressed disdain with the lack of a welcome from the Bureau, but she knew better; whatever the upper-management was looking to do, it was something they were trying to keep on the downlow… such was the nature of the Bureau. It never would have made sense for an agency established to monitor the supernatural to parade through the streets in full Presidential regalia.

Nodding again, this time kindlier to the driver, she climbed into the Buick’s back seat. No words spoken, driver and passenger departed the airstrip.

A moment after, Talia removed her Bureau-issued phone from its belt clip, and messaged her supervisor:

Back from Boston, MA. Just landed at Dulles and in route to Headquarters for next debriefing. Negotiations in MA went smoothly, considering the brevity. We should have London’s support moving forward.


She stowed her phone back into its clip, and heaved the long-held sigh. She had hoped to make more headway on a case back north… a matter that she and her colleagues suspected was the work of a witch convent, which, as it happened, came up as she was assisting the Bureau in establishing a more international front with a similar Ministry in London.

But, that, she knew, would have to wait for the time being. Her supervisor, that is, her immediate supervisor, had only informed her of a new team assignment a day earlier, and set her on an early, private flight from Logan to be briefed on the tasks to come. “Sorry to spring this up on you,” he had said. “But there was an oversight, and they’re pretty shorthanded as far support goes; too combat-heavy. You’ll be much appreciated behind the scenes.”

Her phone vibrated. Checking it, she rolled her eyes, and then sent out a second message to her supervisor:

And we should put out a memo to the White House that Lincoln’s Ghost was granted Presidential Amnesty… along with the other first-family spirits. They’re getting riled up over it again.


The trip proceeded without further interference. She suspected as much, as the supervisor in question was likely also overseeing the new team’s integration. She would spend the remainder of her time contemplating the driver, whose haggard appearance left much to wonder about, and proved difficult to resist prying more into. When they arrived at her destination, she stopped at his rolled down window. Slipping him a generous tip and a business card, she said, “what happened wasn’t your fault. We can help you.” She turned about, up the steps towards BoSA headquarters, leaving behind a confused driver.

“Special Agent Talia A. LeCroix,” she informed the security guard. “I’ve been called in for a new assignment.” She presented her Bureau ID. Exchanging nods with one of the guards, she followed him into foyer, and awaited further direction.
@Wayward I can work with that.


So will I be good to start posting?
@Wayward so I message you when I want to have something big to happen? That could be interesting.


Yes. That's pretty much the plan.
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As long as you PM me before using the clairvoyance and ask permission to mind read active character I'll approve


My plan was more so to let you call the shots as far as green lighting points for me to use that sort of power to its fullest extent; like if there's an incident you feel would be well-highlighted through a vision of the future.
@Wayward you will have to be careful with telepathy. I appreciate the limit you added. But reading other character's minds, even NPCs, is will require approval. Clairvoyance is another power I don't really like. You will have to be careful not to direct the story.


I understand the concern. Mostly, she'll be restrained to baser function in regards to telepathy; I'll hold back from using much more in pivotal situations, probably just using it in passing on randoms that I bring up for narrative flare, but will have little to no impact. Perhaps we could come to some agreement on points in the RP in which she can get information through mind reading and/or clairvoyance?
For consideration, in application for an agent of The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Can we call the cue for the end of the drama now? Maybe take it backstage from here? If people are in mind to leave here and not come back, then do it. Poking around in spite of the resolve to wash your hands of this place, just to keep up a petty argument isn't helping you or any of the problems/adversities of the site.
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