[Roman is once again sitting at a desk in an office, the tank of sea monkeys behind him and off to one side, just barely in the shot. His hands are folded on the immaculate desk in front of him. Like always, he's in business attire, although his suit jacket is nowhere to be seen.]Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of Siren's Port. I ( Read more... )

[Erik sounds...not good. Tired, and somewhat brokenhearted.]

William Kaplan - known as Billy to most of you - has disappeared. While I hope he has been returned home, if anyone hears of anything...please let me know.

Not that it really begs to be overstated- but this snow is really something. [Daedalus is sitting by the window, bundled up in several layers, fascinated by the snowfall] Now I know what they meant by calling the earlier weather 'gentle flurries'. I'm relieved that I'm not working tonight (crossing fingers, just watch me get called in the moment I ( Read more... )

[anyone who's been to Brooke's Musical Emporium before will notice that the interior is looking...different. Emptier, for one, less like a shop, but cluttered with building materials ( Read more... )

[Barefoot, and wearing no shirt despite the cold, a figure walks slowly out of the baseball diamond. He sticks his hands in his pockets, the only sign that he's been affected by the chill weather at all. His eyes scan the immediate area, narrowing in obvious displeasure ( Read more... )

[The midnight hour, and a sequacity of beeps filters through a crackling of static. Seemingly erratic at first, the sequence shows a keen articulation and anyone who knew such a sound would recognize it as Morse Code through a Telegraphed line. It was against his better judgment to have broken into this run-down flat. A sort of modern architecture ( Read more... )