[Locked to the Police. Unhackable]

I want every officer on this. If there's nothing to do, then patrol. This is bullshit. One friggin' law: Don't be a dick, and we have to deal some asshole being dick.

Make sure everything about this case hits my desk and Justin's desk.

I'd really like to call the consultants in on this because we need every man.

Elena, until further notice, help Justin out with organizing some of this shit and getting us the information we need.

Anybody sees anything freaky, check it out. I don't care if you think it's a curse or not. Check it out, bring them in and let them sit in a jail cell for a few hours until we figure out what's going on. If they don't like, tell them to sue me.

[Dean can be found in his office at the police station pretty much all hours of the day. If he's not in his office, he's in the Impala patrolling around the City. Let him know if you need anything]

[ooc: Open action for anyone at the police station as well. He's at his desk.]

[When Buffy speaks, she sounds tired. Her voice is stretched thin, quiet and sad. There's not enough ice cream in the world to make this better.]

Living here is exhausting. It's not the curses or the freaky things that happen. It's never knowing who's coming or going. Trying to keep track is just...way more than Sunnydale ever prepared me for and that was pretty hard core preparation.

[locked to Tony Stark]

Dawn's...not in the City right now. I hope she'll come back but I don't know whether she will or not.

[Locked to Aya and Peter]

Dawn didn't say anything to you guys about disappearing for a mini vacay, did she?

[Locked to Derek]

Is it okay if I take some time off?

[Locked to all the Doctors, Gwen, Donna, and Amy]

The Doctor that lives with me knows this already, but Jenny's gone back to explore all the stars and the planets.

[She doesn't know enough of Jenny's friends to even know where to begin locking this and she thinks that the Doctors deserve to know before everyone else anyway.]

( Police Filter // Unhackable // The Shakespeare Murders )

I don't know if the deities give us our lives back every so often to be kind or to be cruel.  Being dead isn't that bad, provided you aren't given reminders of what you can never truly have back.


[Filtered to Friends]

If possible, try not to travel around the City alone. 


[ooc: If your character has talked to Justin more than once or twice in a friendly sort of way, they're probably considered a friend (or close enough to one).  Please correct me if I've mucked anything up/missed anything where the murders are concerned!]

[[ooc; italics is and always will be Jast 'speaking' in birdsong. Check out these permissions please! For this curse he will be gossiping with the animals. If there's anything you'd like them to tell him, feel free to let me know.]]

⊰birds⊱
[Jast, how did you get up on that rooftop? Magic, man, it was magic. However it happened, he's up there now with a very large flock of assorted birds gathered around him. It would be a little bit creepy if they didn't seem to be so placid and happy around him. The scene is still odd, because it appears that the birds are taking turns to have an audience with him. Coming forward to flap and squawk as he nods with patient interest in response to their stories. Vultures will kill each other over this kind of thing, but Jast... not so much. He just smiles brightly and laughs, talking to them in whistles and chirps that the device cannot translate.

Eventually, however, he gives his attention to the camera. When he switches to English, he clearly struggles with it, tripping over his words and pausing often to hum and frown, uncertain of himself.]

They say... hmm. T-they say there are... wizards? Yes? Who could... could help me? To be, mmm, understood.

[That's not all they've said. My what raucous city this is!]