07 July 2013 @ 09:18 am
[He's categorically incapable of not complaining about curses, so when the video turns on, he's already looking displeased.]

I vaguely wonder the purpose for events like these. Some of you seem to have found long-lost friends from home, and I suppose that's pleasant enough, for the duration of the... curse. Regardless, it's not as though any of your visitors will be staying after the weekend is over. Isn't it simply more frustrating to see guests from home and remember that you yourself aren't where you should be?

[Pessimist? Never.]

However, I do feel obligated to mention that if you're visiting, and you have any sort of association with me whatsoever, it couldn't do any great harm to contact me. After all, you'll all be gone once the weekend is over, and things will be back to normal. Relatively so, at least.
 
 
06 June 2013 @ 01:12 pm
[The video feed clicks on to show someone who is, apparently, very in need of explaining something.]

I have only ever done what I've had to do, to protect my own interests. If I've been selfish, that's because human beings are inherently selfish, inherently absorbed in their own problems, their own wellbeing, their own survival. I don't perceive self interest to be a negative quality. Indeed, it's one of the only qualities that we all share.

[A pause, as though he's not quite sure why he's explaining all of this, or what's spurred him to do so, but then he goes on.]

I've been called a titan of industry. I've built my own city. I've seen it thrive, and I've also seen the cracks begin to show. I've done everything in my power to sustain the ideals of the free market, of free will, and yet...

[A sigh.]

I have my critics, as does any man. But allow me to explain: morality is entirely relative, and rest assured, I can explain -- and justify without question -- any of my actions, whether it be in this city or at home. Can any of you say the same?
 
 
16 April 2013 @ 11:02 am
[Someone has been hit hard by the Tax Man curse, and when he turns the video on, he's sitting at his desk, looking for all the world like a king surveying his kingdom -- although he wouldn't like that analogy, and anyway, the kingdom he's surveying is nothing more than what's strewn across his desk, all of which he's apparently placed there so that people can see it.]

There are some who might consider it... gauche to discuss the value of ones' assets. These people might say that divulging how much you own is inappropriate, that you should keep this sort of thing to yourself. These are the same people who say you shouldn't discuss money or politics in polite company. Put simply, these are generally people who have nothing of worth to discuss.

[The camera pans across his desk, showing an assortment of paperwork, a paperweight, several nice pens, and an expensive bottle of brandy.]

As you can see, the things I own are worth quite a bit. This one of a kind paperweight alone, for example, could be valued at a hundred dollars.

[There's a pause.]

In your time, if your time is sometime in the new millenium, that's more like seven hundred and fifty dollars, if my calculations are correct.

[And boy, does he look smug about it.]

This engraved pen is, of course, worth even more. And the value of my desk alone could pay rent for several months.

[A sigh.]

As you can see, these are important things to discuss. This is what you can gain from the value of hard work. This is what capitalism and the free market are all about.

[Yes, everyone cares so much, Andrew. Especially about your decorative paperweight.]
 
 
14 March 2013 @ 08:36 pm
It's interesting, isn't it, to think on the nature of betrayals?

[The lack of accompanying video with the voice post is probably for the best, since his tone is tense and irritated -- his face would, likely, match his voice.]

Sometimes we're betrayed by those we thought we could trust implicitly. I admit, I have very little patience for those people, as their very decision to trust anyone apart from themselves was... ill-conceived, to say the least. Sometimes we're betrayed by those we never trusted in the first place, but who we still let get too close. I needn't elaborate; I'm sure we've all experienced that particular sting of betrayal.

[A pause, and then his tone gets a little angrier.]

Sometimes, however, people find that they can't even trust themselves. That the true betrayer, the true destroyer -- of their ideals, of their beliefs, of everything they hold important -- is themselves. That, I think, is the worst betrayal of all. That is what we should all be so worked up about.

[By the time he's finished, he's practically yelling, and then there's a pause, a strangled noise of pain, and the audio shuts off quickly.]

[[Yes. He just stabbed himself. With a fork. Forward dated slightly to the 15th, just because I wanted to get this up before I had to rush off to work. Betrayals and stabbings, ahoy!]]
 
 
09 March 2013 @ 06:00 pm
[The feed starts with a loud burst of static and then, even louder, the sound of Charlie in a very angry mid-sentence shout.]

--don’t think I appreciate what you just said, Mister Ryan. For starters, I’m married. And second, just because I’m handcuffed to you doesn’t mean that---

[Oh, dear. More static. Rude, device. So rude.]

I am, of course, well aware of the fact that you’re married. Perhaps I was attempting to introduce some kind of levity to a situation which is, quite frankly...

[A long-suffering sigh, as though this is possibly the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.]

In any case, we’re stuck with each other for the time being. I’d appreciate it if we could both keep our tempers about it.

[A request like that, despite the fact that the strident tone in his voice is far from cheerful.]

[There’s a snort from Charlie. Anyone that knew her well enough, knew that this sound accompanies a mild eyeroll from her. Mr Ryan, you’re full of it. But, he does have a point.]

Okay, fine. Just...tone the flirting down, okay? Tone it down a lot. I was expecting to wake up next to Merlin. This threw me.

[And it’s awkward as hell.] Midnight. This’ll be done by then, right?

[There’s a short noise of assent, something more like an ‘mmm’ than anything that sounds particularly convinced of the fact.]

The last time I experienced this ridiculous curse, it was over with by midnight, yes. Unfortunately, I doubt there’s any way to know for sure until midnight has come and gone.

[A soft sigh from Charlie. She’s resigned herself to this situation.]

I have errands to run. They have to be done today. Looks like you’re helping.

[Take that, Mr. Ryan.]

[ooc: charlie's been handcuffed to <font color="blue>andrew ryan.</font> expect tags from both! she's in a good mood about this one. yep.]</i>
 
 
18 February 2013 @ 01:32 pm
This weekend has been fascinating, to say the least. While I'm well aware that most -- perhaps all -- of our current visitors will be returning to their respective worlds soon, I can't help but question the purpose of such an event.

[There's a pause.]

Why is it necessary to bring "guests" here, then immediately get rid of them? Is it simply an attempt at irritation? The potential opportunity for people who have missed each other to see each other once again, only to be parted? I'm well aware that the "deities" often have ill-conceived plans, but this particular turn of events strikes me as inherently pointless.
 
 
05 February 2013 @ 06:56 am
What, exactly, is this supposed to be?

[He holds up a chain, upon which dangles a cage, within which is a very dark heart.]

Is this meant to be some sort of attempt at a clumsy metaphor? I've seen the other posts, of course, and I'm not entirely ignorant of the fact that this is a curse, but it's an idiotic one.

[He shoves the offending item into his pocket and shakes his head.]

I can't, for the life of me, imagine what it's supposed to mean.
 
 
26 January 2013 @ 08:35 am
[When the video turns on, it shows the inside of Andrew's apartment. Except when it swings around to show the face of whoever's recording the video, it's very much not the face people might be expecting. No, if this is Andrew, this is a very young and very confused Andrew, and he's staring into the screen like he's never seen this place before in his life -- which he hasn't, at least, not that he remembers.]

Where is this place?

[This wasn't where he'd fallen asleep last night, he remembers that much. In fact, it's actually slightly nicer than the last place he'd been, but it's still not right.]

I am not...

[A long sigh as he tries to conjure up the words he's looking for, and then a disgruntled expression as he switches to Russian.]

Does anyone here speak Russian?

[[OOC: Andrew has been de-aged to nineteen for this event and has no City memories, and thus, replies will come from [personal profile] buildtheimpossible . He'd also be much obliged if someone who spoke Russian wanted to talk to him.]]
 
 
02 January 2013 @ 08:15 pm
[It's dark, and Andrew is walking, lost in thought, looking thoughtful, recording video although he uncharacteristically hasn't said anything to the camera yet. Though there have been whisperings of something strange and eerie happening in the City, his mind seems to be on something else. That is, until, he hears something behind him.]

Who's there?

[The irritation in his voice is obvious, until a woman steps out of the shadows, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly.]

What are you doing here?

[The woman approaches him, stepping into the light slightly, her clothes covered in blood, looking somewhere between confused and angry, and finally speaks.]

You... killed... me...

[Andrew is already backing up, reaching into his jacket for something, a weapon perhaps. The snarl on his face is one that most people in the City haven't been treated to, and he spits his words with no small amount of venom.]

Don't come any closer.

[The woman continues to approach, frightening smile on her face, still speaking, almost teasingly.]

Happy... birthday... Mr. Ryan...

[[OOC: Andrew is being attacked! Come help him fight off the ghouls, or help him run away, or... communicate with him via video and mock him or something.]]
 
 
06 December 2012 @ 06:15 pm
((OOC: This is slightly forward dated to tomorrow so that he can dance with as many people as possible, yes!))

[Whether or not he's aware that the video is on is debatable. He's certainly not addressing the video feed in any way, nor does he seem to be particularly self-conscious as he strolls through the city, whistling a surprisingly jaunty tune. He certainly seems happier than usual, and that's captured on the video for all to see.

A few moments later, when he passes by an unsuspecting random NPC person, he suddenly whirls them into a lively quickstep, his surprised dance partner eventually catching on to just what's occurring as they take a spin around the fountain, and execute some excellent dance moves .

Several minutes later, after finishing the dance, he's nodding, bidding farewell, and heading off down the street again, looking around, wondering who's going to be his next dance partner. Could it be you, perhaps?]
 
 
13 November 2012 @ 07:35 pm
I'm utterly loathe to even contemplate the idea of calling you deities, but if I'm forced to make a deal with you, I suppose I have no choice but to do so. I'm interested in speaking with a deity...

[The shudder is almost audible in his voice.]

... regarding a particular interest of mine.
 
 
09 November 2012 @ 11:00 pm
[As is only appropriate for a video of a memory referencing New Years, his video feed turns on at midnight, displaying a fairly short video, something that resembles a speech more than a memory...]


[But then, perhaps that's because many of his memories run like this in his own head, as well.]

[OOC: Feel free to ask him uncomfortable questions. All of them.]
 
 
03 November 2012 @ 09:16 am
[He's in a better mood than normal -- not that that's saying much, given that his normal mood vacillates somewhere between dour and downright irritated -- and he's gone for a walk, cigarette in hand, enjoying the quiet.

Until, of course, he starts to realize that there's far more people here than there should be. Either he's been incredibly unobservant and not noticed these people before -- unlikely, as his rampant paranoia means he's noticed most people in the City during his time here -- or there has been a sudden influx of people.

He looks suspiciously at the first person who walks by him, taking a long drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long time before exhaling. If he blows smoke on that hapless visitor, well, can he really be blamed?]

[[OOC: COME AT HIM BROS]]
 
 
27 October 2012 @ 01:24 pm
Circus nonsense aside -- though really, I find the whole idea verging between disturbing and distasteful, and certainly hope it goes away soon -- I have a question for those of you who have been... unaffected by said affliction.

[There's a pause, and then the sound of him lighting a cigarette.]

The question may have been asked before; indeed, I would be surprised if it hadn't, given the natural tendency of humans to worry about mortality above all else. What I am curious about is this: I haven't been here long enough to experience it for myself, but do people physically age in this damnable city?

[Another pause, then a long exhalation.]

I imagine that, since time passes, it is almost inevitable that we grow older. However, other laws of biology and physics seem altered, if not entirely suspended, so the question piqued my interest. Are you getting older, unfortunate denizens of the City? Have you noticed grey hairs?

***

One hour later, at the circus... )

 
 
06 October 2012 @ 04:57 pm
The curses seem rather varied today, don't they? Is this something that occurs every month, or is it something unusual that I've been unlucky enough to experience throughout my time here? I haven't noticed any particular curse I may be experiencing, but...

[That's just because he hasn't spoken out loud all day. As soon as he attempts to finish that sentence, however, something entirely different comes out of his mouth. Song.]

Somewhere, beyond the sea
Somewhere, waiting for me
My...


[His voice isn't bad, per se, but it sounds as though he's not used to singing much in his spare time, and the expression on his face is murderous.]

That was unintentional, I assure you. I'm not in the habit of...

[And again, song comes out instead.]

The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today
.

[With this unintentional burst of song, and a disgusted look, he shuts off the video feed quickly.]
 
 
27 September 2012 @ 11:03 am
NAME: MARIE DELACROIX
SPOUSE: ANDREW RYAN

  • Marie Delacroix DOES NOT permit the integration of Artificial Intelligence of any recognizable sentience into the household.
  • Marie Delacroix RESERVES the RIGHT to summarily assassinate her husband in the events of:
    1. Collusion with SHODAN, or
    2. Collusion with any of SHODAN's agents, including but not limited to:
      1. Hackers of unknown affiliation.
      2. SHODAN sympathizers.
      3. The annelids.
      4. Annelid hosts.
    3. Take over of any kind, including but not limited to:
      1. Body parasite.
      2. Telepathic control.
    4. Implementation of any totalitarian policies, regardless of:
      1. Rhetoric.
      2. Financial Gain.
  • Marie Delacroix DOES NOT permit the introduction of any unvetted personnel into her private apartments, which will be retained indefinitely.
  • Marie Delacroix DOES NOT permit the share of classified information with any individuals of unknown affiliation.
  • In the event of hostile attack on the city, Marie Delacroix WILL insist:
    1. The interests of mankind be protected.
    2. She not be inhibited from pursuit of this goal in any manner.
  • Marie Delacroix IS NOT responsible to Andrew Ryan for any damages incurred while in protection of herself or others.
  • Marriage contract is VOID in the disregard of any stipulations above.
  • In the event of marriage termination, Marie Delacroix WILL retain:
    1. The contents of her apartment, indisputably.
    2. The rights of classification attached to her work and resultant data.
    3. The contents of her personal bank account, indisputably.
    4. The contents of her personal armory, indisputably.
  • Should these terms be disregarded, assassination may or may not be immediately required, at Marie Delacroix's discretion.


    • SIGNATORY: Marie Delacroix_________
      SPOUSE: ________________________
      WITNESS1: ________________________
      WITNESS2: ________________________


NAME: ANDREW RYAN
SPOUSE: MARIE DELACROIX


  • Andrew Ryan reserves the right to divorce and/or assassinate his partner in the event that:
    1. Partner plans/attempts to kill him.
    2. Partner plans/attempts to seize control of his personal assets and properties.
    3. Partner enters into the marriage contract under false pretenses, including but not limited to:
      1. Financial gain
      2. Attempted manipulation or control of monetary, physical, or emotional matters.
  • Andrew Ryan maintains full control over any personal assets and properties, and, in the event of divorce, both parties agree to make no claim to the property of the other party.
  • In the event of separation, annulment, or dissolution of marriage, neither party is entitled to receive any money from the other in the form of spousal support.
  • Andrew Ryan maintains the rights to any intellectual property or work.
  • The marriage contract is void in the event that:
    1. Partner shares Andrew Ryan's personal or classified information with any individuals or
    2. Partner uses Andrew Ryan's intellectual property for personal financial gain.
    3. Partner becomes pregnant.


    4. SIGNATORY: Andrew Ryan_________
      SPOUSE: ________________________
      WITNESS1: ________________________
      WITNESS2: ________________________
 
 
18 September 2012 @ 08:20 am
Do we all posses these ridiculous shirts? First of all, I'd like to make it known that I don't wear t-shirts.

[And admittedly, if you could see him right now, he'd look pretty strange with his t-shirt reading "I built an underwater utopia and turned it into a horrible dystopia and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!" under his suit jacket.]

Now let me inquire as to this... you needn't tell me what your t-shirt says, but I'm curious -- are all of your t-shirts true?

[Because he thinks his is a horrid lie, of course.]
 
 
05 September 2012 @ 12:09 pm
[At first, the video is normal, held up so that everyone can see his face. He begins to speak.]

City, I've been meaning to inquire as to several things. Not, perhaps, the most pressing things, but questions nonetheless, I...

[There's a pause, and then the device is flung to the ground.]

I won't be a part of this ridiculous system any longer, a system that takes and takes and never gives back -- and people who want to take from the system without hard work. Hasn't anyone around here heard of capitalism? The free market? Are we happy to live in a society like this? Are we?

[And now he flings his cigarette to the ground emphatically.]
 
 
15 August 2012 @ 01:41 pm
[He'd stayed inside all day, well aware of the curse and its unfortunate effects, but by the evening, he'd become stir crazy, and had decided that it was safe enough to venture out on a walk. After all, he wasn't affected by the curse... was he?

As it turned out, it was a poor choice. Walking by the fountain, he noticed several people, and did his best to avoid them. He wasn't feeling particularly victorious, but he also didn't know what counted as a victory. Better to keep his distance, though muttering to himself would probably draw curious people over.]

Damn. This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. I shouldn't have to feel uneasy simply stepping outside.

[OOC: And yes, his version of muttering is definitely loud enough that people walking by might hear it. Have at it, and make his life difficult!]
 
 
13 August 2012 @ 11:07 am
I have a...

[He clears his throat uncomfortably.]

Potentially ridiculous question, for those of you who have been here longer than I have, but I ask you to bear with me as I ask it anyway. I am in dire need of information.

[A pause as he tries to figure out the least unfortunate way to say this.]

Is it common for one to... experience false memories during the course of one of these "curses"? Are said memories generally completely fake, or do they ever have some slight ring of truth to them?

Either way, it's incredibly disconcerting. I'd appreciate any and all insight on the matter, as soon as possible.