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OOC: Application (Teleios)
Jan. 15th, 2014 10:35 pmPlayer Info
Character Basics:
Canon Character Section:
Name: Ros
Age: 28
Contact:rosloops
Characters Already in Teleios: Peter Pan (OUAT)
Reserve: HERE
Character Basics:
Character Name: Sam Tyler
Journal:bythe_books
Age: 37
Fandom: Life on Mars
Canon Point: Series 2, Episode 5, when he falls into a deeper coma.
Debt:Class A:
Murder, and all variations (homicide, manslaughter, basically if you take a life, accidental or otherwise.)
Treason/Betrayal (doesn’t have to be a country you betrayed, just something that was important to you)
Espionage
Rape
(NO, SAM DIDN'T COMMIT ALL OF THESE CRIMES. Just listing everything that can count for reference.)
Class B: Total of Class B crimes here
Assault - with/without a weapon
Theft
Robbery, armed or otherwise
Burglary/Breaking and Entering
Kidnapping
Fraud
Class C: Total of Class C crimes hereList crimes you’ve created for your character here.
GRAND TOTAL: Grand Total here, in years and months
Canon Character Section:
History: Sam Tyler @ LoM Wiki
Personality:Generally speaking, Sam Tyler is a good, upstanding guy who plays by the rules. This tends not to endear him to others, since it means: more work, more paperwork, and less pub time. Sam keeps a strong adherence to his morals, his belief in justice, and he's seen as almost incorruptible. He won't take bribes or falsify evidence (except in extremely rare cases where he's not thinking clearly and is desperate/emotionally distraight), and he will not try to arrest and convict an individual without evidence, even if he knows they're guilty). As such, his methods of policing clash wildly with the more fist-oriented, gut-feeling policing of Gene Hunt and the rest of CID. He's very strict, both in adhering to his morals, and in keeping others in line.
Sam appears insane and vulnerable to those who'd like to underestimate him, and he seems very "soft" when compared to the men of 1973, which only encourages others to underestimate him. He has modern sensibilities and is far more accepting of things considered shocking or taboo to people in 1973. Sam will not discriminate against others based on gender, race, or sexuality. While Sam will (generally) exasperatedly allow Gene to call him all manner of insulting names (like "Gladys" or "great, soft, sissy, girlie, nancy, French, bender, Man United supporting poof"), he's no pushover, and will stand up for himself and his ideals when challenged, going so far as to strike out his own path and alienate everybody else if it comes down to it.
Sam is an extremely stubborn person, which leads him to frequently butt heads with others. Despite his morals, his overall good nature, Sam isn't always a nice person, and he's certainly no innocent snowflake in most of his altercations and disagreements. He can be extremely smug and condescending to his colleagues and the general time period, and he doesn't much like to admit that he's wrong. Sam can, in fact, be quite callous, openly referring to others as hallucinations, calling them "thugs" from his subconscious, and he'll frequently (accidentally) push those who want to help him away. Despite his commitment to doing things "by the books," Sam frequently goes against his superior when he believes he's right.
When not stressing out over his coma/time travel situation, Sam can actually be quite relaxed and fun; however, the only person who ever really sees this side of him is Annie Cartwright, his colleague and closest friend in 1973. Annie is one of the few people Sam seems willing to open up to in 1973, the other being Nelson the bartender. Because he's more relaxed round Annie, he's both sweeter around her and more vocal about his belief that he's in a coma, which results in him very casually saying things that sound utterly mad to her. Sam has a tendency to sabotage his chances with Annie. Still, he tries to be sweet with her, when he's not ranting about "when" he's "really" from, but he sort of has a tendency to take her understanding nature for granted. As far as the team goes, while Sam does call them out constantly and like to act as though he's superior and separate from them, he does feel a strong sense of camaraderie and will always come around in the end for them (going so far as to commit suicide in 2006, after waking up from his coma, to return to 1973 and save them).
Even before his accident, Sam didn't seem like a part of his world. He was consumed by his job, by murders and death, causing him to become colder and more closed off. After the accident, Sam starts to loosen up more, and after spending so much time in 1973, Sam is starting to come to accept the time period. While he's still desperate to get home, he's a little more relaxed, a little more "alive" than he was in 2006. Later (after the canon point I'm taking him from), Sam will come to realize that he doesn't really feel like he's alive except when he's in the 70s with Annie and co.
Because Sam has just slipped deeper into his coma prior to arriving here, he's going to react very, very badly to Baedal at first. Like "screaming and hitting the walls and pulling his hair" badly. And he'll probably think that everybody else is a hallucination-- especially if he enters during the "holes in reality" plot. So, Sam will essentially loop back to Series 1, Episode 1 levels of shouting desperation. Eventually, he'll settle in like he did in 1973, but will probably come across as a totally unstable jerk to most people, as he'll continue to call this a coma and talk about 2006 and 1973. Why would he be so open about it? Because you're all just figments of his imagination, anyway.
OBVIOUSLY I HAVE TO REWRITE A BUNCH OF THIS
Powers/Abilities: Sam Tyler is a trained police officer, and he carries with him roughly 18 years of experience policing and detecting. While he's not a burly man, he's a skilled fighter, and his size and general good health makes him a bit quicker than most of his opponents. Sam's greatest asset, however, is his mind. He's very clever, and he has the advantage of modern police tactics to help him along in 1973. He has no superhuman strengths or abilities; Sam is your ordinary copper in a coma.
Appearance:
CR AUGame You’re Transferring CR from: N/A
How has your character changed from their canon self? N/A
Are they gaining any abilities from their time in game? Did the game setting take something from them? N/A
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Sam Tyler's Warden Suggestion Box
Jan. 1st, 2011 09:23 amSince we're all on different schedules, I thought it best to work out standard Policies and Procedures for proper Wardening, expectations for Inmate behaviour, rules & regulations, and consequences for breaking said rules here. This way, we can establish some consistency and fairness.
This can be as anonymous and confidential as you'd like.
[OOC: In response to this entry. YES SAM IS A DORK. AND HE WILL CONTINUE TO BE ONE UNTIL GENE STOPS HIM. Anyway, here's how it goes. Wardens (AND INMATES) can drop suggestions. This can be done "anonymously" (just state that it's anonymous in the subject line) or a name can be left. You can also make it up for discussion (so everybody can weigh in), or private (so, I guess, you and Sam can correspond, and he'll make it up for discussion later if he chooses). If you want it Private, just state that in the subject line as well.
Yeah, I totally expect him to just get trolled for this. BUT SAM WANTS RUUUUULES.
By the way, if some of the suggested rules actually DO address an issue that we, OOCly, need to consider, and they go over well during discussions, they may actually be implemented as game rules.]
108 - THE END [VIDEO]
Nov. 28th, 2010 12:01 pm[Sam's standing on the deck, in full 1970s glory. He looks up at the sky, gives a slight, bittersweet smile, then looks at the camera.]
This is it. [He laughs softly and glances away, out beyond the deck.] I said most of my goodbyes so...
This is DCI Sam Tyler. Signing off. [He laughs again, in a soft, relieved breath, and grins, genuinely happy.] Goodbye.
[And he drops his communicator to his side and starts to walk forward, then jog, then run. Enjoy some shaky-cam. Running, running, he leaps over the railing annnnd... The camera lurches up, to a view of the sky, then plunges down towards the sea of stars below the Barge as Sam drops. Then it cuts to static and cuts out.]
[OOC: GOODBYE, SAM. No, he didn't commit suicide. It's a reference to this scene. SPOILERS. Basically, Sam's gone back to 1973. Mod approved jumping.]
This is it. [He laughs softly and glances away, out beyond the deck.] I said most of my goodbyes so...
This is DCI Sam Tyler. Signing off. [He laughs again, in a soft, relieved breath, and grins, genuinely happy.] Goodbye.
[And he drops his communicator to his side and starts to walk forward, then jog, then run. Enjoy some shaky-cam. Running, running, he leaps over the railing annnnd... The camera lurches up, to a view of the sky, then plunges down towards the sea of stars below the Barge as Sam drops. Then it cuts to static and cuts out.]
[OOC: GOODBYE, SAM. No, he didn't commit suicide. It's a reference to this scene. SPOILERS. Basically, Sam's gone back to 1973. Mod approved jumping.]
107 - A Misunderstanding
Nov. 26th, 2010 09:15 pmHang on, I-- Hello? Prefect? Listen, are you--
[There's a pause, then Sam starts muttering to himself.]
No no no no no... this can't be, this can't be happening. [He lets out a pained sort of disbelieving laugh.] It's not working. It's-- it's-- it's gone off.
[There's a brief pause, then Sam lets out a shout, somewhat resembling the word "No." There's the sound of his fists hitting something hard, like a wall or a table top or something, and soon he's talking in a crazed sort of semi-hysterical voice, a mixture of desperation and anger.]
You can't do this, you can't... Two years-- we've had two years, before, what? You decide his number's up and it's time to throw him back?! You let him get this far, then take it all away from him? You think this is-- this is all a game? That you can just take people away whenever you, you feel like it?!
TWO YEARS! [Another SAM TYLER IS CRAZY shout.] You bastard! Bring him back! [A choked sob because Sam Tyler is a modern man, and modern men aren't afraid to cry.] You can't do this to him.
[ADDED AFTER HE FINDS OUT PREFECT'S STILL HERE.]
[A much calmer Sam speaks now.]
So, ah... Is anyone else's item... uh... broken?
[OOC: WOOO! After two years, PREFECT COMPLETED HIS FINAL STEP TO GRADUATION! Which means Sam will be riding into the sunset and off to retirement soon, but not before wrapping some things up. And having a party.
BUT FOR NOW: Prefect's a warden, and thus he's off of Sam's item. And nobody told Sam :c]
[There's a pause, then Sam starts muttering to himself.]
No no no no no... this can't be, this can't be happening. [He lets out a pained sort of disbelieving laugh.] It's not working. It's-- it's-- it's gone off.
[There's a brief pause, then Sam lets out a shout, somewhat resembling the word "No." There's the sound of his fists hitting something hard, like a wall or a table top or something, and soon he's talking in a crazed sort of semi-hysterical voice, a mixture of desperation and anger.]
You can't do this, you can't... Two years-- we've had two years, before, what? You decide his number's up and it's time to throw him back?! You let him get this far, then take it all away from him? You think this is-- this is all a game? That you can just take people away whenever you, you feel like it?!
TWO YEARS! [Another SAM TYLER IS CRAZY shout.] You bastard! Bring him back! [A choked sob because Sam Tyler is a modern man, and modern men aren't afraid to cry.] You can't do this to him.
[ADDED AFTER HE FINDS OUT PREFECT'S STILL HERE.]
[A much calmer Sam speaks now.]
So, ah... Is anyone else's item... uh... broken?
[OOC: WOOO! After two years, PREFECT COMPLETED HIS FINAL STEP TO GRADUATION! Which means Sam will be riding into the sunset and off to retirement soon, but not before wrapping some things up. And having a party.
BUT FOR NOW: Prefect's a warden, and thus he's off of Sam's item. And nobody told Sam :c]
106 - THEY SEE ME TOLLIN'
Nov. 13th, 2010 01:29 pm[This part: BACKDATED BEFORE PREFECT'S POST. Sam shouldn't be near a communicator right now. Half-awake, he grabs it and starts talking:]
Prefect... bring 'm back...
[ZZZzzzzzz that's all. It shuts off after a few minutes.]
[WARDEN FILTER; many hours later]
Joker and Armand. It was both of 'em. If there were any other accomplices... I don't know.
[There's a long pause, then he says tiredly:]
Just make sure they're banged up, quick.
Prefect... bring 'm back...
[ZZZzzzzzz that's all. It shuts off after a few minutes.]
[WARDEN FILTER; many hours later]
Joker and Armand. It was both of 'em. If there were any other accomplices... I don't know.
[There's a long pause, then he says tiredly:]
Just make sure they're banged up, quick.
[Warden Filter]
Alright, looks like this is our first go at the roll call system. Just sound off, your status and your inmate's, if you've got one. I'll try to keep on top of things.
And look, I know this might seem pointless to some, but it's a quick, easy way to keep the lines of communication up, so just take a couple seconds out of your day to put in your update.
And in the spirit of getting things started: I'm alive and well, and so's Prefect, minus some... probable dehydration from drinking to the point of getting sick. Nothing to report.
[OOC: SORRY THIS IS LATE, and sorry this is a quick, crap post. I was going to do a more substantial one, BUT OTHER THINGS GOT IN THE WAY. Also if I owe tags to his last post, I'll try to do 'em tomorrow.]
Alright, looks like this is our first go at the roll call system. Just sound off, your status and your inmate's, if you've got one. I'll try to keep on top of things.
And look, I know this might seem pointless to some, but it's a quick, easy way to keep the lines of communication up, so just take a couple seconds out of your day to put in your update.
And in the spirit of getting things started: I'm alive and well, and so's Prefect, minus some... probable dehydration from drinking to the point of getting sick. Nothing to report.
[OOC: SORRY THIS IS LATE, and sorry this is a quick, crap post. I was going to do a more substantial one, BUT OTHER THINGS GOT IN THE WAY. Also if I owe tags to his last post, I'll try to do 'em tomorrow.]
100SOMETHING // Voice.
Oct. 28th, 2010 12:53 pmI just wanted to, uh... apologise to anyone I shouted at or insulted [WITH CULTURALLY INSENSITIVE REMARKS ABOUT CLOTHES] in port. I wasn't-- My head wasn't on straight that day. Y'know how it goes, with the, ah... interdimensional travel. Thanks for trying to clue me in.
[Private to Prefect]
Right. Let's talk. About... everything. All the stuff that I missed. I want you to meet me on the deck.
[Warden Filter]
I was sort of thinking, to go along with the weekly reports... Maybe we should try sounding off, in one post, together, after every port and flood. Just a status update on ourselves, our inmates-- nothing personal, I mean, about their progress or anything confidential, just a quick "Here, alive" or "In Zero" or "Turned into a duck"-- y'know, to keep us all on the same page, keep the lines of communication open. It'll take... five seconds, tops, to pen a response to the roll call. And if someone doesn't, then we can follow up, make sure they or their inmate's all right.
[Private to Prefect]
Right. Let's talk. About... everything. All the stuff that I missed. I want you to meet me on the deck.
[Warden Filter]
I was sort of thinking, to go along with the weekly reports... Maybe we should try sounding off, in one post, together, after every port and flood. Just a status update on ourselves, our inmates-- nothing personal, I mean, about their progress or anything confidential, just a quick "Here, alive" or "In Zero" or "Turned into a duck"-- y'know, to keep us all on the same page, keep the lines of communication open. It'll take... five seconds, tops, to pen a response to the roll call. And if someone doesn't, then we can follow up, make sure they or their inmate's all right.
103 // Voice.
Oct. 17th, 2010 01:03 pm[STATIC, and then the transmission begins. There's some harsh breathing coming from the other end, as Sam has just woken up in port after having jumped off a building. There's a bit of rustling, as he gets up.] This...
[There's a bit of rising panic in his voice.]
This isn't. This isn't 1973. [There's a honk as Sam dodges a car.] This isn't even Manchester. This is-- Where the hell am I?!
[There's some murmuring as he shoves his way through a crowd of people. If you could see Sam, you'd see his TOTALLY BEWILDERED FACE, as they were all in costume.]
[Murmuring:] God... Is the circus in town...?
[More rustling as he shoves himself against the wall and lets out a groan, looking up, spreading his arms out-- SHAME YOU CAN'T SEE ALL THIS UNLESS YOU'RE IN THE AREA-- and shouts:] This wasn't supposed to happen!
[OOC: SAM DOES NOT HAVE BARGE AMNESIA. He'll just be a wee bit disoriented for a while, as he's not sure if this is another coma or not, since he just jumped off a building and was supposed to land in 1973. He'll get his memory back after a few rounds of interaction. Also, he's in his 2006 suit, not his fabulous 70s clothes. So, SPAM IN COMMENTS, or respond to him with the communicator, IDC.]
[There's a bit of rising panic in his voice.]
This isn't. This isn't 1973. [There's a honk as Sam dodges a car.] This isn't even Manchester. This is-- Where the hell am I?!
[There's some murmuring as he shoves his way through a crowd of people. If you could see Sam, you'd see his TOTALLY BEWILDERED FACE, as they were all in costume.]
[Murmuring:] God... Is the circus in town...?
[More rustling as he shoves himself against the wall and lets out a groan, looking up, spreading his arms out-- SHAME YOU CAN'T SEE ALL THIS UNLESS YOU'RE IN THE AREA-- and shouts:] This wasn't supposed to happen!
[OOC: SAM DOES NOT HAVE BARGE AMNESIA. He'll just be a wee bit disoriented for a while, as he's not sure if this is another coma or not, since he just jumped off a building and was supposed to land in 1973. He'll get his memory back after a few rounds of interaction. Also, he's in his 2006 suit, not his fabulous 70s clothes. So, SPAM IN COMMENTS, or respond to him with the communicator, IDC.]
102 // Voice
Sep. 13th, 2010 11:50 pm[Warden Filter]
So, given recent... departures, it's probably a good time to mention this. Again.
My inmate, Prefect-- for those of you who just arrived, he's the bloke in a suit who... liberally uses the word 'comrade'-- can't have any alcohol. None. I'm talking zero tolerance. I don't care what the situation is: you cannot give him alcohol. He's just lost somebody, and I don't want him to fall back into old, destructive habits. So if you catch wind of anybody doing it, warden, inmate, you need to tell me.
Now, uh, question to all the supervisors out there: Are there any positions in need of filling?
Oh, right, and to all the new people on board: DCI Sam Tyler. If you have any questions or anything, I'll do my best to answer.
[OOC: ONE DAY SAM WILL DO A POST THAT'S NOT WARDEN FILTERED. One day. Anyway, still slowly attempting to catch up on old posts; just wanted Sam to do this now, so that he's on top of things with his inmate.]
So, given recent... departures, it's probably a good time to mention this. Again.
My inmate, Prefect-- for those of you who just arrived, he's the bloke in a suit who... liberally uses the word 'comrade'-- can't have any alcohol. None. I'm talking zero tolerance. I don't care what the situation is: you cannot give him alcohol. He's just lost somebody, and I don't want him to fall back into old, destructive habits. So if you catch wind of anybody doing it, warden, inmate, you need to tell me.
Now, uh, question to all the supervisors out there: Are there any positions in need of filling?
Oh, right, and to all the new people on board: DCI Sam Tyler. If you have any questions or anything, I'll do my best to answer.
[OOC: ONE DAY SAM WILL DO A POST THAT'S NOT WARDEN FILTERED. One day. Anyway, still slowly attempting to catch up on old posts; just wanted Sam to do this now, so that he's on top of things with his inmate.]
101 // Sam gets a new hobby. [Voice]
Sep. 5th, 2010 07:35 pm[Warden Filter]
Right, so, who's got the keys to the garden while Armand's recovering? Prefect's kicking up a bit of a fuss over the greenhouse being locked, so I figure... I could... [SIGH. He grudgingly forces the rest out.] maybe get the extra key and pitch in.
On a strictly temporary basis.
Right, so, who's got the keys to the garden while Armand's recovering? Prefect's kicking up a bit of a fuss over the greenhouse being locked, so I figure... I could... [SIGH. He grudgingly forces the rest out.] maybe get the extra key and pitch in.
On a strictly temporary basis.
100 // 100th POST BONANZA [Voice.]
Aug. 22nd, 2010 02:02 pmY'know, Admiral, I think we could all use another round of practical jokes over this.
Quick show of hands: who's left on the Barge?
[OOC: OKAY, as I understand it: Sam can't communicate with Wardens who're in port. The transmission is too garbled to make anything of it (although you're free to send him incomprehensibly garbled messages). He can communicate with folks on the Barge and inmates in port.
AND SEE NEIL'S POST FOR MY AVAILABILITY ISSUES.]
Quick show of hands: who's left on the Barge?
[OOC: OKAY, as I understand it: Sam can't communicate with Wardens who're in port. The transmission is too garbled to make anything of it (although you're free to send him incomprehensibly garbled messages). He can communicate with folks on the Barge and inmates in port.
AND SEE NEIL'S POST FOR MY AVAILABILITY ISSUES.]
[Sam's voice is terse and agitated, LOL AS USUAL. When he speaks, his voice is clipped and impatient, like whenever he's about to launch a crazy Sam Tyler diatribe.]
Alright. Okay. Who's the joker who thought it'd be funny to place buckets of water on top of the doors? Y'know... I don't even give a damn about the water, but the bowl... God. It nearly took my head out on the way down. [Because this is Sam Tyler and his luck is horrible.]
[Muttering:] Guess I should've been happy it wasn't pigs' blood.
[OOC: GOT THE COMPUTER PROBLEM FIXED. Graphics card died, had to be taken out, BLAHBLAH. Anyway, didn't want to waste another post on it, so HERE. Have a Sam one instead.]
Alright. Okay. Who's the joker who thought it'd be funny to place buckets of water on top of the doors? Y'know... I don't even give a damn about the water, but the bowl... God. It nearly took my head out on the way down. [Because this is Sam Tyler and his luck is horrible.]
[Muttering:] Guess I should've been happy it wasn't pigs' blood.
[OOC: GOT THE COMPUTER PROBLEM FIXED. Graphics card died, had to be taken out, BLAHBLAH. Anyway, didn't want to waste another post on it, so HERE. Have a Sam one instead.]
098 // Detecting. [Voice]
Jul. 21st, 2010 10:56 pm[Warden Filter]
Y'know, once. Just once, I'd like to go a week without a murder or an attack or threats of an all-out bloody war between this group and that.
[Tired sigh.]
Anyway. Did a sweep of the crime scene-- Damon's cabin, that is. First thing: there were just... massive quantities of blood, which we can assume is all his, but I wanna be certain. If we've got the equipment to run some tests, that'd be a help. If he fought back, some of it could be his assailant's.
[He pauses.] There were also... splinters of broken wood, which couldn't be matched to any of the furniture at the scene, as well as restraints made from articles of clothing. The clothes didn't quite fit with what I found in Damon's closet, but that's not definite proof that it didn't come from his cabin, either.
Aside from Damon waking up and pointing his finger at his killer, I think our best bet is to identify and locate the source of the wood. I've got the evidence bagged up in my room, if anyone wants to get a look at it. Anyone notice any furniture broken or missing in their inmates' cabins?
Also, the blood-- not the, the blood at the crime scene, but the stuff in the kitchen. Anyone looking into it? I know there was a handful of posts about it, but I figure we could all do with one, consolidated discussion. We need to get to the bottom of this before it turns into another vampire versus humans mess.
[OOC: KIM, if I got any of the details of the crime scene wrong, hit me up. Also, if any folks take a look at the wood, they'll notice it's antiquey.]
Y'know, once. Just once, I'd like to go a week without a murder or an attack or threats of an all-out bloody war between this group and that.
[Tired sigh.]
Anyway. Did a sweep of the crime scene-- Damon's cabin, that is. First thing: there were just... massive quantities of blood, which we can assume is all his, but I wanna be certain. If we've got the equipment to run some tests, that'd be a help. If he fought back, some of it could be his assailant's.
[He pauses.] There were also... splinters of broken wood, which couldn't be matched to any of the furniture at the scene, as well as restraints made from articles of clothing. The clothes didn't quite fit with what I found in Damon's closet, but that's not definite proof that it didn't come from his cabin, either.
Aside from Damon waking up and pointing his finger at his killer, I think our best bet is to identify and locate the source of the wood. I've got the evidence bagged up in my room, if anyone wants to get a look at it. Anyone notice any furniture broken or missing in their inmates' cabins?
Also, the blood-- not the, the blood at the crime scene, but the stuff in the kitchen. Anyone looking into it? I know there was a handful of posts about it, but I figure we could all do with one, consolidated discussion. We need to get to the bottom of this before it turns into another vampire versus humans mess.
[OOC: KIM, if I got any of the details of the crime scene wrong, hit me up. Also, if any folks take a look at the wood, they'll notice it's antiquey.]
[So, Sam had gone to Prefect's room, communicator in hand, to make sure he'd gotten word of the Inmate AA thing. But what he finds... is horrifying enough to make him drop his comm. It clicks on, unbeknownst to him.]
Where's your bed?
[Pause.]
Where's-- There was a bed. Here. And-- and pillows. Here. Sheets... were supposed to be there. And there. And the box spring-- What have you done with it?!
[Longer pause.]
Am I-- am I seeing things, or is that rosebush...
[AND THAT'S ALL YOU GET.]
[OOC: Sort of a callback to Sam's "WHERE'S MY DESK?!?!" scene in the first episode :c This is me just making fun of myself for SOMEHOW FAILING TO NOTICE that Prefect hasn't had a bed. For a year. LOLOL.]
Where's your bed?
[Pause.]
Where's-- There was a bed. Here. And-- and pillows. Here. Sheets... were supposed to be there. And there. And the box spring-- What have you done with it?!
[Longer pause.]
Am I-- am I seeing things, or is that rosebush...
[AND THAT'S ALL YOU GET.]
[OOC: Sort of a callback to Sam's "WHERE'S MY DESK?!?!" scene in the first episode :c This is me just making fun of myself for SOMEHOW FAILING TO NOTICE that Prefect hasn't had a bed. For a year. LOLOL.]
[Warden Filter]
I don't know how many times I've said this by now... Stop it. Stop giving Prefect alcohol. Just stop. I can't believe-- he's an ALCOHOLIC. I've told the lot of you, more than once, that he can't have any alcohol. Don't give him any, and if you catch your inmates giving him some, tell me.
I expect the inmates to undermine my work with Prefect, but you? There is no reason-- NONE-- to go behind my back and subvert what I'm doing with him. It's not cool, it's not funny, and it's not harmless. When you get him pissed, you're HURTING HIM. Y'know, maybe they've got some kinda magic pill to cure alcoholism where some of you are from, but where I come from? It doesn't work like that. It's a long, tough process, and it doesn't just vanish overnight. It sticks with you for life. Every time you go behind my back and get him drunk for a laugh, it sets us back. It's selfish, and it's making a joke of a disease, and it leaves me to pick up the pieces when everything goes south for him.
This? Being here on the Barge? It isn't about you; it's about them, the Inmates.
I don't want to hear any excuses. Don't do it again.
[AND ADDED LATER, after he's chilled out some, MIGHT AS WELL MAKE SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE OUT OF THIS POST:]
Maybe-- and think about it before you write it off-- but maybe we should look towards establishing some sort of... AA/NA group for the Barge. I know the setting doesn't really lend itself to the whole... anonymous thing, but it's a start.
[A crazy half-laugh.] What the hell, maybe even Serial Killers Anonymous.
[OOC: Pretend he said this sooner, like, right after the big drunk post, I guess. Also, the animal post: I got busy, then notifs died. HOWEVER, I plan on going back and tagging them now, so you're free to ignore Sam's tags if you don't feel like going back to such an old thread, or you can respond. EITHER WAY.]
I don't know how many times I've said this by now... Stop it. Stop giving Prefect alcohol. Just stop. I can't believe-- he's an ALCOHOLIC. I've told the lot of you, more than once, that he can't have any alcohol. Don't give him any, and if you catch your inmates giving him some, tell me.
I expect the inmates to undermine my work with Prefect, but you? There is no reason-- NONE-- to go behind my back and subvert what I'm doing with him. It's not cool, it's not funny, and it's not harmless. When you get him pissed, you're HURTING HIM. Y'know, maybe they've got some kinda magic pill to cure alcoholism where some of you are from, but where I come from? It doesn't work like that. It's a long, tough process, and it doesn't just vanish overnight. It sticks with you for life. Every time you go behind my back and get him drunk for a laugh, it sets us back. It's selfish, and it's making a joke of a disease, and it leaves me to pick up the pieces when everything goes south for him.
This? Being here on the Barge? It isn't about you; it's about them, the Inmates.
I don't want to hear any excuses. Don't do it again.
[AND ADDED LATER, after he's chilled out some, MIGHT AS WELL MAKE SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE OUT OF THIS POST:]
Maybe-- and think about it before you write it off-- but maybe we should look towards establishing some sort of... AA/NA group for the Barge. I know the setting doesn't really lend itself to the whole... anonymous thing, but it's a start.
[A crazy half-laugh.] What the hell, maybe even Serial Killers Anonymous.
[OOC: Pretend he said this sooner, like, right after the big drunk post, I guess. Also, the animal post: I got busy, then notifs died. HOWEVER, I plan on going back and tagging them now, so you're free to ignore Sam's tags if you don't feel like going back to such an old thread, or you can respond. EITHER WAY.]
095 - Sam is the most serious dog. VIDEO.
Jun. 27th, 2010 01:10 pm[There's a small wet trail on the screen, as Sam got his beagle nose all over it for some sniffing, then he sits back and lets out some woofs. At least, that's how it sounds to humans. TO HIS FELLOW ANIMALS:]
So, how many coppers didn't turn into a dog? It's kinda... uh... [He makes a face, then scratches at his ear.] interesting, I think, that most of our cats are inmates and most of our dogs are wardens. Dunno what it says about us, if it says anything at all. Could just be the Admiral's sense of humour. Y'know, wanting us to... relive some cartoons, or something.
[Pause. Then, he groans and covers his face with his paws.]
Reckon it's a good thing he didn't give any of us giant mallets or anvils. Acme bombs. [He lowers his paws and shakes his head, beagle ears flapping.]
Prefect, still got your opposable thumbs, yeah? [Sigh.] Right, 'course not, not with our luck. Tell me you're not a-- a fish outta water here. Literally.
So, how many coppers didn't turn into a dog? It's kinda... uh... [He makes a face, then scratches at his ear.] interesting, I think, that most of our cats are inmates and most of our dogs are wardens. Dunno what it says about us, if it says anything at all. Could just be the Admiral's sense of humour. Y'know, wanting us to... relive some cartoons, or something.
[Pause. Then, he groans and covers his face with his paws.]
Reckon it's a good thing he didn't give any of us giant mallets or anvils. Acme bombs. [He lowers his paws and shakes his head, beagle ears flapping.]
Prefect, still got your opposable thumbs, yeah? [Sigh.] Right, 'course not, not with our luck. Tell me you're not a-- a fish outta water here. Literally.
094 - ZOMBIE FUN // Hushed Voice
Jun. 18th, 2010 05:39 pmThree things. One: Prefect. Please tell me you're still on the Barge. I don't even want to picture you here...
Two: the crying girls. Stay away from 'em. They're not-- they're not human. It's a trick, a sorta... uh, lure. One of 'em nearly took a chunk out of me. Avoid them at all costs. They don't go after you if you keep your distance and keep quiet.
Three: I am bloody sick of mini vans.
Two: the crying girls. Stay away from 'em. They're not-- they're not human. It's a trick, a sorta... uh, lure. One of 'em nearly took a chunk out of me. Avoid them at all costs. They don't go after you if you keep your distance and keep quiet.
Three: I am bloody sick of mini vans.
[Warden Filter]
I need a pint, a whiskey, an entire bottle of house red, don't care. I just want to have a drink and forget we're on the bloody Barge for a few hours.
...
That's an invitation to join, by the way.
[Private to Prefect]
We're gonna take a few days in the CES once you're out of there.
[Private to the Admiral]
This probably isn't even necessary, but I don't want Prefect to be able to contact Sylar over the network at all. I don't want him to so much as see or hear anything Sylar says. Period.
[Private to Tim Drake]
[He's obviously trying to keep his voice CALM AND COLLECTED, but there's a clear undercurrent of seething anger in his voice.]
Right, I get there was a flood on, yeah? We can't always keep up with our duties when our heads aren't even screwed on straight, fine. But, seeing as it's over, I've got a question for you. Just how many times is your inmate gonna be allowed to kill and attack people with his bloody super powers before you [LOL FORGET BEING CALM, it's Sam. He must shout.] DO THE RESPONSIBLE THING OF EITHER KEEPING A FUCKING EYE ON HIM OR REMOVING HIS ABILITY TO HURT OTHERS? If I hadn't run in when I had, I don't even-- I can't-- You have no idea, none, how much your fucking inmate could've set Prefect back. How can you even think to unleash him on regular people who can't even FIGHT BACK against fireballs and lightning bolts or whatever-the-hell it is he's got?
[Calming breath. Phew. His voice is still sharp, and he's barely keeping his temper in check.] I've had it with Sylar. I'm finished. Don't you ever, ever let him come near Prefect again. I don't care if you have to intercept all of his communications to do it, I don't care if you have to shadow him, if I hear of him so much as LOOKING at Prefect, I'm gonna bang him up with or without your say-so. And if he uses his powers to hurt anybody else, and you don't do anything about it? I'm gonna go to every other warden here 'til we've got enough to go over your head and get the Admiral to put a stop to him.
[OOC: SORRY I REALLY MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER, but I've been super busy. Also, lolsorry Tim, I know it's not entirely your fault, but Sam points fingers and yells when he's frustrated. And he only knows about Sylar abusing his abilities since Prefect told him he used them in the fight, which is all I know, too, so Sam probably doesn't have all the details of whatever deal Tim and Sylar has, or if Tim did anything, etc etc.]
I need a pint, a whiskey, an entire bottle of house red, don't care. I just want to have a drink and forget we're on the bloody Barge for a few hours.
...
That's an invitation to join, by the way.
[Private to Prefect]
We're gonna take a few days in the CES once you're out of there.
[Private to the Admiral]
This probably isn't even necessary, but I don't want Prefect to be able to contact Sylar over the network at all. I don't want him to so much as see or hear anything Sylar says. Period.
[Private to Tim Drake]
[He's obviously trying to keep his voice CALM AND COLLECTED, but there's a clear undercurrent of seething anger in his voice.]
Right, I get there was a flood on, yeah? We can't always keep up with our duties when our heads aren't even screwed on straight, fine. But, seeing as it's over, I've got a question for you. Just how many times is your inmate gonna be allowed to kill and attack people with his bloody super powers before you [LOL FORGET BEING CALM, it's Sam. He must shout.] DO THE RESPONSIBLE THING OF EITHER KEEPING A FUCKING EYE ON HIM OR REMOVING HIS ABILITY TO HURT OTHERS? If I hadn't run in when I had, I don't even-- I can't-- You have no idea, none, how much your fucking inmate could've set Prefect back. How can you even think to unleash him on regular people who can't even FIGHT BACK against fireballs and lightning bolts or whatever-the-hell it is he's got?
[Calming breath. Phew. His voice is still sharp, and he's barely keeping his temper in check.] I've had it with Sylar. I'm finished. Don't you ever, ever let him come near Prefect again. I don't care if you have to intercept all of his communications to do it, I don't care if you have to shadow him, if I hear of him so much as LOOKING at Prefect, I'm gonna bang him up with or without your say-so. And if he uses his powers to hurt anybody else, and you don't do anything about it? I'm gonna go to every other warden here 'til we've got enough to go over your head and get the Admiral to put a stop to him.
[OOC: SORRY I REALLY MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER, but I've been super busy. Also, lolsorry Tim, I know it's not entirely your fault, but Sam points fingers and yells when he's frustrated. And he only knows about Sylar abusing his abilities since Prefect told him he used them in the fight, which is all I know, too, so Sam probably doesn't have all the details of whatever deal Tim and Sylar has, or if Tim did anything, etc etc.]
092 - POLICING
May. 14th, 2010 10:08 pm[Warden Filter]
We've got an inmate on the loose with no warden. He's already killed three-- no, hang on...
Four people now, by my count, and that's the bare-- the bare minimum we're talking here. Given delay between death and... [He coughs, sounding a little uncomfortable] revival, that means there could be other victims that are currently unaccounted for. We need to find him and put a stop to this before more people get hurt.
First thing, every inmate needs to be accounted for, for their own safety. If you haven't already, please check your items to make sure they're all right. For those of you with temporary assignments, I'm guessing your items won't work, so you're gonna have to touch base with your, er, unofficial inmate some other way.
Second, we need to secure every level. We should take teams of three, at least, and patrol the floors. We need to find Armand and get him contained ASAP. If anyone has any information that could help us right now, like his usual hiding places, friends, anybody he's likely go after, you need to tell us. I mean-- God, do we know anything about this bloke?
And when this is over, we need to figure out what's going on with the inmates. This whole... 'super powers' thing isn't making any bloody sense.
[Added after Armand St. Just's post:] [sigh] Make that five.
[Private to Prefect]
Stay in your room, and don't open the door for anyone until I say it's safe.
[Added Later: Private to Dr. Crane]
Dr. Crane, I'm gonna have to ask you to stay in your room and don't open the door for anybody. There's a killer on the loose, and we need to make sure every inmate's safe and accounted for.
[OOC: NORMALLY I DON'T LIKE TO CROSS OVER INTO PLOTS THAT INVOLVE MY OWN CHARACTERS... but Sam wouldn't sit around and ignore this. And I figure the flood will interrupt any policing before they catch Armand or something.]
We've got an inmate on the loose with no warden. He's already killed three-- no, hang on...
Four people now, by my count, and that's the bare-- the bare minimum we're talking here. Given delay between death and... [He coughs, sounding a little uncomfortable] revival, that means there could be other victims that are currently unaccounted for. We need to find him and put a stop to this before more people get hurt.
First thing, every inmate needs to be accounted for, for their own safety. If you haven't already, please check your items to make sure they're all right. For those of you with temporary assignments, I'm guessing your items won't work, so you're gonna have to touch base with your, er, unofficial inmate some other way.
Second, we need to secure every level. We should take teams of three, at least, and patrol the floors. We need to find Armand and get him contained ASAP. If anyone has any information that could help us right now, like his usual hiding places, friends, anybody he's likely go after, you need to tell us. I mean-- God, do we know anything about this bloke?
And when this is over, we need to figure out what's going on with the inmates. This whole... 'super powers' thing isn't making any bloody sense.
[Added after Armand St. Just's post:] [sigh] Make that five.
[Private to Prefect]
Stay in your room, and don't open the door for anyone until I say it's safe.
[Added Later: Private to Dr. Crane]
Dr. Crane, I'm gonna have to ask you to stay in your room and don't open the door for anybody. There's a killer on the loose, and we need to make sure every inmate's safe and accounted for.
[OOC: NORMALLY I DON'T LIKE TO CROSS OVER INTO PLOTS THAT INVOLVE MY OWN CHARACTERS... but Sam wouldn't sit around and ignore this. And I figure the flood will interrupt any policing before they catch Armand or something.]
