02 July 2012 @ 02:40 pm
SEEKING FOR AN URGENTLY NEEDED POSITION: One (1) personal assistant / bodyguard
❖ Rate of pay negotiable;
❖ Must be able and willing to begin working immediately;
❖ Previous experience in either capacity highly preferred.
Serious inquiries only; please attach resumés, CV's, or other record of previous work experience to this post.
19 June 2012 @ 08:45 pm
I don't get why everyone's complaining. Having to put up with a little glitter isn't nearly as bad as some of the other things that have been happening this month, even if it is impossible to get off.

Not that glitter isn't impossible enough to remove on its own even without the aid of a curse, anyway. That just makes this even more ridiculous.
04 June 2012 @ 01:28 pm
[Judging by what the video has captured of his surroundings, it looks like Fischer has found his way to the zoo.]

Someone, anyone, I don't care who... [He also looks more determined than usual.] Someone needs to bring me a ladder. Or something. [He turns to look to his right and the camera turns with him, revealing that he's at the lion enclosure.]

I need to hug them.

[This could get ugly.]
20 May 2012 @ 10:11 pm
Please tell me whoever was responsible for me learning how to dougie is still in the City.

I'd like to have some words.
14 May 2012 @ 04:34 pm
The next time one of you decides to hug me on the street, I'd appreciate some advance warning first. [He doesn't seem to realize the video function is on, as he isn't looking directly at the camera while he straightens out his tie and rumpled suit jacket.] Or the number of a good lawyer. If there are any in this damn city.

( OOC: Yup, Fischer is open to any and all hugs today. Go get him. )
28 April 2012 @ 04:59 pm
WANTED: One (1) personal assistant for a soon to be available position
❖ Must be willing to work to the best of your capability and not complain about it;
❖ In the event that complaints are necessary, must have the intelligence not to make them on a public forum;
❖ Previous experience not necessary but appreciated;
❖ Enthusiasm also not necessary but appreciated far more than the former.
Serious inquiries only; please attach resumés, CV's, etc to this post. TIA
21 April 2012 @ 04:08 pm
Mr. Saito.

[Fischer's tone is calm, as is his manner overall; he clearly has one of the photos in hand, but whatever it shows is tilted away from the camera's view.]

I have something to ask you, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Consider it urgent.

( OOC: Fischer's own photos are still up for grabs over here, all multiples and no prior plotting necessary!)
22 March 2012 @ 08:11 pm
[By the looks of it, when the video switches on, Fischer is not only completely unaware of the device in his pocket broadcasting, but also right in the middle of buying coffee. At least until he notices the person behind him leaning in just a little too close for comfort.]

Excuse me, just what are you doing?

[A question soon answered by the person's deep inhale.] Is that leather?

What? Hey, stop—

[And now there are others in the coffee shop joining in.] That's pretty strong. What are you wearing?

How is that— [But Fischer only gets that far before he gives up, makes an exasperated noise, grabs his coffee and gets the hell out. Conveniently, the video ends there as well.]
11 March 2012 @ 07:33 pm
[It's probably the music that accompanies him that has Fischer in such a sour mood today. Well, more sour than usual, considering his time in the City thus far.]

This is some kind of joke, right?
22 February 2012 @ 11:41 pm
[Hello City, have a thoroughly harried-looking (and also very damp) self-important businessman glaring at you.]

Is there seriously no place in this city that isn't made entirely out of glass? Or leaking? Whenever this weather brings one of these glass towers down, I'd rather not be anywhere near it, thank you very much.

[Really, he's probably just still angry over being subjected to yesterday's curse. At least he wasn't caught on the network during it.]
06 February 2012 @ 10:35 pm

[There's a short pause.]

Look, I don't know what's going on, but I'm pretty sure this isn't somewhere I'm supposed to be, so if someone would care to explain... [Another pause follows, as well as a curt sigh.] My name is Robert Fischer. Assuming this place isn't another product of my subconscious, I would appreciate it if someone could tell me just what's going on. [Though something about his tone indicates that it wouldn't be so much appreciated as expected.] Thank you.