[Cue one Big Bad Wolf in his room, smoking and lazily flipping through reports he should be filling out. He doesn't feel like it right now. Thus: time for a video chat.]Considering the TV's already running specials and I officially can't listen to the radio anymore without it being interrupted by some rendition of "Jingle Bells", I thought I'd bite ( Read more... )

[afternoon, Siren's Port! Detective Constable Wolf Marrok is here to brighten your day. He grins down at the NV, leaning against his patrol car.]

I've got a gift for everybody. Now, I know it's a little late in coming, but thanks to some help from a special little boy, the city's prison is going to entertain a guest they've been really eager to ( Read more... )

[Bigby's wearing a more irritated look than his facade face usually shows as he smokes and sorts through papers on a worn desk. The ash try at his elbow is practically overflowing (but what else is new?)]Nothing makes you feel less homesick than a tower of paperwork. Christ. I've been at this since the better part of the morning and I've hardly ( Read more... )

[the video focus in on a semi-cleaned up Bigby. He straightens his lapels and steps further back into view - showing that he's wearing a full policeman's uniform.

He smirks.]Not a bad fit, huh? I'm under observation right now, but if all goes well you'll be seeing this uniform change into something higher pretty soon ( Read more... )

Well now. This thing is turning me into a regular "Chatty Cathy". [there's a background static of familiar, distant traffic through a window, the squeak of a chair and someone smoking ( Read more... )

So. [the click of a metal lighter followed by a drawn silence. The speaker exhales a cool, long breath.] About those peckerwoods tinkering around the damn giant canister - I hope they weren't what count as census takers here.

Because their PR needs work.