ravani: (That would be the plan)
ravani ([personal profile] ravani) wrote2014-10-15 10:18 pm

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ghostthatlingers: (Armor 05)

Day 149 | text | evening

[personal profile] ghostthatlingers 2014-10-22 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[The text will be sent after her chat with North.]

I'll enlist.
ghostthatlingers: (On patrol)

Day 149 | text | evening

[personal profile] ghostthatlingers 2014-10-22 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be there.
athymia: because i didn't have enough icons of you looking down for no apparent reason (crazy people that's who)

evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).

[personal profile] athymia 2014-11-02 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Technically four days was longer than even he'd meant to take on it when he'd asked for time in the first place, and he threw himself into trying to actually prove that he could fix something, anything, just to see if it could happen. In doing so, he apparently totally missed that one of the Immune was abducted and hauled off, nobody but another Immune came to tell him about it, and then this conversation happened.

Immediately after it's over, he sends her a text. Technically it's in an old, like. 'Historical' old military cipher, part because it's the sort a machine wouldn't even look at and part just. Alpha likes to have fun sometimes, and she's probably one of a handful of people who will know what it means. The nine year old in him still perpetually stuck in history class is quietly pleased about the idea of sending real coded messages to Hob Ravani and yes, it's going to take a long time for him to stop saying her name in italics in his head, probably. At least completely.

Anyway, broken down, all the message says is ]


i'm in.
athymia: but i don't want to be laughing at all (i'm laughing again)

evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).

[personal profile] athymia 2014-11-04 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
also told Ringer to talk with you. she was looking to join up, might be useful. she's asking the right questions anyway. started the conversation by accusing me of having thor killed, so. you might like her.
whatmatters: (cause i'm a soldier)

day 151, evening → audio

[personal profile] whatmatters 2014-11-04 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Alpha and Tony Stark told me to talk to you. Separately.

I want a job.
whatmatters: (at ease)

day 151, evening → audio

[personal profile] whatmatters 2014-11-04 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes sir.
brb_reapers: (No shit?)

Day 151 | Morning | Action

[personal profile] brb_reapers 2014-11-06 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ True to the Commander's order, Shepard arrived in her best, which was to say, a collared, button-down white shirt, pressed crisp with black slacks. She had to borrow clothes, on account of not arriving with her own personal military dress. Arriving fifteen minutes before 0830, she stood at attention. They were both commanders, sure, but Shepard was not a Callsign, nor was she a native of this place.

Those two advantages were reasons to be respectable. She didn't know what would happen from this, but running and hiding never was her style. ]

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wronganswer: (mindtricks03)

Action | Day 161, afternoon

[personal profile] wronganswer 2014-12-02 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Anderson doesn't waste much time after waking up from the odd, shared dreaming. She'd already made her decision before she'd been knocked out, and the Commander had seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't allow a thing like that to make her take a day off.

She finds her way back to Hob's office and knocks on the door's threshold, leaning in. "Sir." Like any well trained military police, she waits to be acknowledged.

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ghostthatlingers: (These are my idiots)

Day 163 | text | evening

[personal profile] ghostthatlingers 2014-12-13 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
What's your policy on robot dogs being integrated into platoons?
vampirebarbie: (© ; and in she walked)

text | file sent - day 186 | survey

[personal profile] vampirebarbie 2015-02-19 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Good morning. This is Caroline Forbes, on behalf of November and I am submitting a survey for you to complete and return at your earliest convenience. If you have any questions regarding this survey, please feel free to contact me. Otherwise, I will accept your responses and sent them onto November for her to review.

Have a great day!

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FILE ATTCH:

Note from Callsign November: This is an effort to help the Callsigns program. A series of episodes will be shown to help the general population understand the purpose of the program and what each Callsign is here to do. Hopefully it will cut down on questions and concerns people have and help them understand who they need to contact in certain situations. It will also spread goodwill by being open. If we’re to help people, they have to feel like we’re worth trusting. Therefore, your complete and honest feedback to the following questions is a necessity. Remember, we all gave up certain things to be a Callsign, and a little bit of privacy for the cause shouldn’t be an issue. You might also be called in for a recorded interview.

This series is also meant to entertain, to keep a person’s attention, so don’t skimp on the juicy details or I’ll make ‘em up.

Callsign Questions

    What is your Callsign name and what purpose do you serve?
    In what kind of situation should people contact you?
    How did you get your position?
    How long have you had your position?
    What do you know about the previous Callsigns with your name?
    Any other helpful information about your position?


Personal Questions

    What is your familial background? Parents living? How did they die? Do they like you? Hate you? Support you? Disown you? Are they proud of your title? How did you get along with your siblings? Was there any domestic violence? Murder? Drug abuse? Sex scandals?
    Interesting details about growing up. The juicier the better.
    Romantic state, now. Interesting romances from the past. All sexual partners. Sexual exploits.
    What has shaped you into the person you are today?
    What/were your vices? How’d you fall into them?
    What are your attributes?
    Interesting details about growing up. DO NOT LEAVE THIS SHIT BLANK.
    Scandals you’ve been a part of? that have influenced you? That you’ve stopped? Political. Sexual. Familial.
    Give me a mysterious/interesting/sexy story that affected your life.


Thank you for your cooperation. And if you don’t cooperate, expect a visit.


(ooc: Feel free to interact with Caroline. She'll respond to her mass text sent to all the callsigns with voice/video if they have questions/concerns/comments/death threats... etc. Otherwise, please just fill out the response as a text reply so I can gather all the info and have Caroline send it to November!)
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venenatis: (a crowd of angels outside)

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[personal profile] venenatis 2015-02-21 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Request for transfer of personnel

FDR FOSTER

From Department of War to Department Of Death.

Yes / No / Fuck off Jezabel?

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bothbarrels: (H: Serious)

Day 188 | Evening | Text (1/2)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2015-02-22 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Theta is not on base and his glasses are returning a dead signal. I am out searching and have members of my platoon helping me, but I am well aware of what this probably means.
bothbarrels: (PB: Thinking about it)

Day 188 | Evening | Text (2/2)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2015-02-22 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Request permission not to report for duty in the morning, sir.
bigvessel: (pic#8455706)

187 Morning

[personal profile] bigvessel 2015-02-23 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He had been expecting the notice, to come to Hob's office. It was inevitable now that he was transferring over to the DoD. He had some rank in the army, which meant something had to happen. And some times he enjoyed it. The riots. He was glad he was there to help. Because Hob had let him. Had been the one to point him to the DoD. Gave him the opportunity to do the closest thing possible to doing what he had done back home. And it was something he needed. He had given his whole life and identity to the CIA, and he was lost without it sometimes.

Sometimes being in the platoon helped. But it didn't run the way he thought it should run. Didn't have the tech, the support, the mentality. North was a good man. But he was an army man. FDR was always a spy.

So. He could do this. Whatever this was.

A knock on the open door just to get her attention before he stepped inside. "You wanted to see me?"

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goddamngrenades: (Who me?)

Day 196 Early Evening (February 26th) Action

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2015-03-16 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
So he might've wondered about the church thing a bit. And the casserole thing. And seen Winston behind her in enough broadcasts to be a little whistful. He knows the dimensions of the armor, the usual placement of hats and-

Okay he might've cranked out a little sweater with arms for his boyfriends disembodied leg armor. Also he had questions best asked in person about the whole. Church thing.

After the weirdest fucking look before he offers 'for winston' and the long process of removing all his possible weapons and bagging them up, he's shown to her office with a quick knock. Despite himself he settles into parade rest while he waits to be allowed to sit. "Sir."