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[May. 13th, 2008|12:43 pm] |
Taking a shortish RP break, to get my bearings back. Apologies to anyone this leaves hanging.
Feeling much better now. (Possibly) disregard! |
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[- sent to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) spinsaweb's PINpoint -] |
[May. 12th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
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IM issue resolved. Suggest rdvous pt, that I may beat you soundly for being such a loudmouthed little nitwit? |
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[Oct. 20th, 2007|09:12 pm] |
It gets pried out of him during one of those mandatory monthly therapy sessions.
"So what you're saying, Mr. Osborn, is that you're unhappy with how your life is right now." Tap-tap-tap goes the doctor's pen against his clipboard. "Have you considered trying to fix that?"
...has he? "My life, or the unhappiness with it?"
"Either one." A calm, bland smile. "Or both, even."
"I've..." Well, Hell. "You can't just say it's that easy. We both know the circumstances, here --"
"Of course. But you still have leeway for personal initiatives, even so."
"Such as?"
"That would be up to you." He flips through his papers. "It was.... Doctor Mereii, with S.H.I.E.L.D.... who recommended that you take up painting? Art therapy? Did you ever pursue that?"
"No. The situation got, ah... complicated, soon after. I can't say I really see myself as the painterly sort, anyway."
"Writing? You published a book, a few years ago..."
"Ghostwritten. I considered writing science fiction as a boy, but it never worked out."
"Scientific pursuits? I know you've arranged for Doctor Octavius to continue some of his studies here, monitored of course..."
"I'm not curing cancer for you." But he's considering it. Or something similar. Personal initiatives... "Something business-related?"
The doctor looks surprised, and a bit bemused. "I'm not the one to clear that with. But I'd have thought that this job was enough paperwork for you."
"Heh." He leans over, to reach his mug of coffee. "Point, though." He sips, contemplative. "I'll think on it? Anything's better than just sitting here and watching myself stagnate. If I do submit any kind of proposal, I hope I can count on your word in on the good it would do me?"
"That depends on the contents of said proposal, I think." Naturally, a testimony along the lines of 'you should allow my patient to try to kill Director Stark, he needs the exercise' wouldn't really fly. "But I'll make it known that you're interested in doing something, and that it's my professional opinion is that some kind of activity outside of your job would be beneficial?"
"Mmn. Fair enough." He glances at his watch. Hour almost up... "Until next week, doctor?"
"Until next week, Mr. Osborn." |
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| [- OOC: Hiatus Announcement -] |
[Oct. 13th, 2007|10:57 pm] |
I mentioned this a couple days ago, on IRC, but now I'm making it official.
For a variety of reasons (all my own, and not the fault of any other player or players) I'm going to be taking a break from RPing, and from IRC, for an uncertain amount of time. Probably, it won't be longer than a couple weeks -- long enough for me to get my head back on straight, and figure out how to make things fun again.
My apologies to anyone this leaves hanging, and with any luck, it won't take too long. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2007|12:20 am] |
Could someone please contact me when this latest Nexus effect has worn off?
Thank you. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2007|08:06 pm] |
Norman knows full well he's a terrible person, on almost every level. But that, still, doesn't mean he can't try and at least do his job to the best of his (occasionally hindered) abilities. And that includes checking up on, and taking care of, his 'employees.'
So down to the medical wing he's going, today, to see Otto. And have a nice little chat. |
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| [- OOC! -] |
[Aug. 14th, 2007|07:58 pm] |
Some of you might be Nexus-veteran enough to remember a couple years ago, when I started drawing little tiny chibi icons for myself and other persons on D_M. Unfortunately, I burned out pretty quickly, just doing them for anyone that asked. But I've been asked a lot since then, when/whether I might start making them again.
Well, it's been a while (understatement!), and I've decided to do just that. With, of course, a catch -- this time, I'm charging.
Not much, mind. Just a dollar for the basic treatment, with extras up from there. But, y'know. If anyone would like a cute little OOC icon, it might be a nice thing to consider.
Pricing is as follows:
Basic icon fitting whatever description you give me, with or without text - one dollar. (The linked one belongs to some_thing_. Please don't take it.)
*.psd (or *.xcf) file of the icon, all layers intact and editable - one dollar.
500x500 (possibly larger) *.png file of the figure in the icon (and any accessories, backgrounds, etc created in the vector program), suitable for making your own icon from - one dollar.
*.svg file (the vector 'source' file, with all the layers and little cheats I use to make the figure look good) - two dollars.
Additional figures - a dollar more for each.
Complicated scenes - depends on the scene, probably no more than a dollar or two.
I take Paypal (account name = shaladox (at) gmail.com), and will happily icon/art-trade. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2007|02:45 pm] |
If anyone happens to see Hermes, could they please be so kind as to tell him that I'd like to talk to him? Thank you. |
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| [- paper journal entry, backdated to before Hermes's confession -] |
[Aug. 7th, 2007|08:07 pm] |
It went over. He asked questions but I said it was Hermes and he didn't call me on it. Either it went over, or he's trying to trap me. But I think it's the former. Which means [the writing wavers here, for a few moments] capabilties are far less than I though.
[carefully written, with heavy strokes that seem to indicate effort being taken to not ruin the lettering] No sight, audio questionable. Other senses not very useful for monitoring. Emotional state definitely, bodily state possible. Thoughs and intentions...
I still can't say. I still --
But there are ways. There's more than I thought I had. Thank God. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2007|03:17 pm] |
He receives the summons quite soon after he leaves the Nexus, a coded message ordering him back to base. He takes his time replying, as much as he thinks he can spare -- just a few minutes, really, to neaten up and write a note for Hermes. Then he activates his PINpoint, appearing in the designated PIN area, and nods curtly to the guards waiting there for him. "Gentlemen."
One of them steps forward, speaks. "Mr. Osborn. Your presence is requested at --"
( ''I know. Let them know I won't speak to anyone but Director Stark, hm?'' ) |
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[Jul. 15th, 2007|09:01 pm] |
It hadn't been real. That much, Norman knows about the island deathmatch. He might remember it, from the pain of the nanites to the cold press of the gun barrel against the back of his neck, but he remembers so many other things that haven't really happened... If it had been real he'd be dead, and Peter would have been the one to kill him. A bad dream, a shared hallucination... there weren't even scars. If it didn't even mark his skin, how could it have actually happened?
He'd tried to make it real, though. Held his alternate down, fingernails digging into the smaller man's skin as he tried to mark where he'd cut him open to save the boy. It had ended in failure, of course -- the younger Osborn fighting him once he'd started to bleed, and himself leaving when it was obvious that he wasn't getting anywhere.
He sits, now, on a couch in one of the quieter areas of the Nexus, and picks a little, unenthusiastically, at the drying blood and flesh beneath his fingernails. |
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| [- an oldie but a goodie -] |
[Jul. 8th, 2007|12:46 pm] |
What are you afraid to say, unless it's anonymous? Say it here. It could be something you're afraid to say to me, to an employer, to a friend or loved one. Perhaps it is something you're afraid to say about your world or the nexus. Perhaps it is a secret you've been keeping. Say it here.
((I've got IP logging and anonymous post screening both off. If you are going to say something OOC, you do it in brackets. No other need to indicate who's talking.)) |
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[Jun. 30th, 2007|06:21 pm] |
onlystraw: Jonathan comes to look for Norman. He's back, now, isn't he? Why is he still missing? Is he home? Please? He knocks on the door.
osborn_journals: By some peculiarity of the Nexus (and Nexus-exposed properties), there is a nearly always a portal to wherever there needs to be one. Though Norman is hidden away in his study, he is also behind the door Jon has chosen to knock upon, as impossible as this would usually be. The man looks up from his paperwork at the knocking. ( ''Come in?'' ) |
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[Jun. 26th, 2007|09:06 pm] |
They don't know. They don't know, and that's a godsend.
Quite literally, in fact.
For you see, Norman is still missing, trapped on an island with so many others, trapped and forced to do something he can't without horrible pain... While all that is going on, Hermes has ensured that when he returns, his keepers and underlings back in 616, in Thunderbolts Mountain and in the CSA higher eschelons and at SHIELD, will be unaware he ever left.
He made such a perfect copy before, after all. The nanites would seem to make it tricker, but to the god of communication? Not so much. So while Norman fights and screams and runs for his life, a god-made copy gives orders in his place.
Until Norman dies, and is returned. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2007|04:34 pm] |
On the bright side, the virus has started to wear off, and people here at base are returning to their usual forms. There's still half a dozen stragglers, but no new cases, so we should be over this by Monday.
Unfortunately, they still won't give me back my alternate's genderswap bracelet. I hate this job. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2007|10:26 pm] |
Genderswap virus. Thunderbolts mountain.
Five so far, myself included. Also Baldwin, which I could have lived forever without seeing, thank you very much.
I hate the Nexus, sometimes. Especially when I have to explain it to my bosses.
Hermes, I'm sorry -- I'm afraid I won't be home very much, this weekend. |
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[May. 30th, 2007|04:04 am] |
I sometimes think the best move would be to just pack up and leave the Nexus entirely. But you can never block completely, and even if it wasn't for Otto, I've still forged too many connections there. The government has...
...I don't know. Everything's slipping, I feel it like clay through my fingers when I try to tighten my grip, and I don't know if I can do this anymore, not the way I have been. Maybe I should just stop taking my medication, and let whoever's working behind the scenes... let them do what they will with me.
I used to be so much. |
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[May. 27th, 2007|01:57 am] |
The next goddamn person that talks to me, I am going to bury a letter opener in their small intestine, nanites or no nanites.
...excluding persons living at the temple/my home. And my secretary, I suppose.
But everyone else? Letter opener. Consider this your goddamn fair warning YOU SEE, STARK!? I'M FUCKING REFORMING AREN'T YOU HAPPY?? |
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[May. 8th, 2007|08:02 pm] |
...I need to speak, privately, with someone who has access to various psychiatric medications and who (preferably) has the authority, in one universe or more, to dispense them.
Please.
[- private -]
...placebos. Oh, God. |
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