049 - Accidental Voice Post - Hum a Little Tune
[Audio]
Sweet, wonderful you
you make me happy with the things you do
oh, get in the zone
this feeling follows me wherever I go.
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
but I'm beginning to wonder why.
...Damnit, what's this thing doing on? And of course it's not going to delete. [sigh]
[Text//Police Filter//unhackable]
While I'm here, I might as well get some other things done. Anita and Spoiler have found another decapitated body with more traceable features than usual. However, I suspect that the scene might be contaminated and I want Forensics to first be looking for any aerosol or gas poisons in the air before anyone else goes into the area. Anita may have only been affected first because of increased sensitivity. We don't know who or what we're dealing with so we don't know what we can expect.
[Private musings//extra unhackable, but viewable to Logan]
If a curse comes up that forces people to spill important secrets, there's nothing we can do to stop police information from leaking onto the network, especially when we can't go back and filter things because of the curse. I guess that situation can't be any worse than the Mirror City.
What do you do when all your technique fails you? This serial killer isn't as bad as that angel, where we knew what was going on and couldn't do anything about it. Public disgrace is worse than any private frustration. I have some informants, but no backup. I have officers, but no training or rules. I have a jail, but no legal system. Every case is made even harder without full force of the FBI behind me. Am I supposed to learn from this whole situation that everything I've worked for is useless? Anarchy is the necessary state of mankind and I should just enjoy it while I can?
No. I can't accept that. We can make this city right, and we have to, because otherwise what do we have left? I can't quit, it's just not an option. I'll make it to mandatory retirement age if it kills me.
Time to go home. Yes, home...
I need a long, hot bath.
[ooc: slightly off tune and under her breath version of this. Everyone loves Fleetwood Mac! Only lightly cursed, will resist the urge to reply in verse, but it might happen anyways. And I'm going to bed, so uh tags will be backdated as usual! XD; ♥]
Sweet, wonderful you
you make me happy with the things you do
oh, get in the zone
this feeling follows me wherever I go.
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
but I'm beginning to wonder why.
...Damnit, what's this thing doing on? And of course it's not going to delete. [sigh]
[Text//Police Filter//unhackable]
While I'm here, I might as well get some other things done. Anita and Spoiler have found another decapitated body with more traceable features than usual. However, I suspect that the scene might be contaminated and I want Forensics to first be looking for any aerosol or gas poisons in the air before anyone else goes into the area. Anita may have only been affected first because of increased sensitivity. We don't know who or what we're dealing with so we don't know what we can expect.
[Private musings//extra unhackable, but viewable to Logan]
If a curse comes up that forces people to spill important secrets, there's nothing we can do to stop police information from leaking onto the network, especially when we can't go back and filter things because of the curse. I guess that situation can't be any worse than the Mirror City.
What do you do when all your technique fails you? This serial killer isn't as bad as that angel, where we knew what was going on and couldn't do anything about it. Public disgrace is worse than any private frustration. I have some informants, but no backup. I have officers, but no training or rules. I have a jail, but no legal system. Every case is made even harder without full force of the FBI behind me. Am I supposed to learn from this whole situation that everything I've worked for is useless? Anarchy is the necessary state of mankind and I should just enjoy it while I can?
No. I can't accept that. We can make this city right, and we have to, because otherwise what do we have left? I can't quit, it's just not an option. I'll make it to mandatory retirement age if it kills me.
Time to go home. Yes, home...
I need a long, hot bath.
[ooc: slightly off tune and under her breath version of this. Everyone loves Fleetwood Mac! Only lightly cursed, will resist the urge to reply in verse, but it might happen anyways. And I'm going to bed, so uh tags will be backdated as usual! XD; ♥]