[Harry's communicator is set up on a shelf; his face appears briefly in front of the camera.]

Dammit, the raptors have learned to open doors. Well, if Jurassic Park taught me anything, which it did, it's that we're all screwed.

[Harry sounds entirely unconcerned, and he swiftly disappears out of shot. There are a few bursts of muffled gunfire, such ( Read more... )

[Here's Harry, walking down the street, communicator hanging from his belt...]

[Which would be normal except the streets are not in the City, but Chicago.]

That smug bitch. Nice bit of dramatic irony there. Why not dump me in the middle of my city just to remind me why there's no point in going home? Why the hell not?

[He picks up the communicator, ( Read more... )

Oh you have got to be freaking kidding me. I refuse to be back here again.

At least you learned something. Hunk of scrap parts ( Read more... )

[Harry sounds more than a bit tired]

Ok, I have had it with this crap. I think it's time to go straight to source. Anybody know where our would-be Superking is hiding out? If not, I'm gonna need something of his. A bolt or a flake of rust would be great, failing that I can probably deal with something important to him.

Anybody coming with on my

[Harry's sitting on his office, leaning on his elbows]

So, uh, I was wondering. Does anyone know what'd happen if the Porter broke? Are we thinking catastrophic implosion of everything, or everyone-goes-home-whoo? Or would we just get stuck here with nobody new? Because...

...oh hell's bells

[Looking out of shot] Tonks, is it just me or are the ( Read more... )

Dresden and Tonks
Wizards

Lost items found
Paranormal investigations
Consulting
Advice

Reasonable rates
No love potions, endless purses or other entertainment

Not at home to Mr Magic Doesn't Exist
Mobs with pitchforks, please use the back entrance

[There follows an office address and non-communicator phone number]

[As well as being sent out across the ( Read more... )

[This time, the feed is much less staticky, and opens on Harry sitting on the couch at his apartment with his feet up, looking slightly less dead.]Soooo. Hey. Guess this thing and me didn't get off to such a great start, so let's try again. Now I've got some sleep and a working comm, thanks to Ted. So. The name's Harry Dresden, spelled like the ( Read more... )

[The video feed is shot through with static and frequently fizzles out for a couple of seconds, but what you can see of the picture is a tall, tired-looking man in his mid thirties. His face is peppered with relatively fresh wounds, and there are dark circles under his eyes. He's also scowling like somebody just shot his puppy]

Oh I am so not in the ( Read more... )

This thing working? Huh...

Hey, Monkey Merc Guy? Lookit what I found on the internet (because for some reason, technology doesn't hate me here):

( What are those, a DD cup? )

So I've walked around this wherever-the-shit-I-am is and discovered two things ( Read more... )