[ 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.
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.
[ 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. ]
Hob sat behind her desk, the severed leg lamp behind her left shoulder. Today it wore a red beret at a jaunty angle. She stared at Shepherd from across her desk, leaning back in her chair. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between her lips.
"At ease," she finally said. "So. What's your fuckin' excuse for that shit show at the Hub?"
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.
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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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!)
Edited (Apologies!! I put the wrong date!) 2015-02-19 17:54 (UTC)
What is your Callsign name and what purpose do you serve? Victor. I head the army.
In what kind of situation should people contact you? When shits blowin up.
How did you get your position? Someone in Bifrons done goofed.
How long have you had your position? 40 days
What do you know about the previous Callsigns with your name? The previous callsign was me and then I retired. Then they gave the name to someone who ran whorehouses for a while cause petty bitches gon be petty bitches.
Any other helpful information about your position? no
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? Nick Ravani adopted me after I joined the Proles Army. No other family. Since I got no family, I got no gossip for you what a fuckin shame.
Interesting details about growing up. The juicier the better. I was a street kid and then I was in the fuckin army.
Romantic state, now. Interesting romances from the past. All sexual partners. Sexual exploits. None. I am made out of steel and spit and have no sexual organs nor ungodly urges.
What has shaped you into the person you are today? I joined the Proles Army.
What/were your vices? How’d you fall into them? I smoke because it keeps me from killing people that annoy me and waste my time. Otherwise I live clean as Jesus hisself would want.
What are your attributes? You tell me.
Interesting details about growing up. DO NOT LEAVE THIS SHIT BLANK. I was a street kid. It was fucking boring. Don't care what them goddamn vids claim, we don't sing or dance and we don't get adopted by rich pieces of shit that just need to be taught the true meanin of love by a big-eyed urchin with a winsome grin. There ain't bootstraps neither unless you kill a rich fucker and take 'em off his corpse. You're too fuckin hot or too fuckin cold and always too fuckin hungry and that's the whole of it.
Scandals you’ve been a part of? that have influenced you? That you’ve stopped? Political. Sexual. Familial. so sorry to disappoint
Give me a mysterious/interesting/sexy story that affected your life. I'm a soldier. I shot at people and blew shit up. Nothin mysterious about that.
Edited (last edit i promise) 2015-02-21 02:57 (UTC)
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.
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?"
Cause if he doesn't, well, that would be a whole other matter to talk to Juliet about.
She slides a data chip across her desk. "Copy of your personnel files before and after official discharge. Figure you might want it for reference." Keep his story straight, keep it safe unless his brain gets fucked with, and so on.
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."
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Day 149 | text | evening
I'll enlist.
Day 149 | text | evening
[She had a feeling, after rereading the woman's file. Nice to know her instincts are still good.]
Day 149 | text | evening
evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).
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.
evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).
evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).
evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).
evening, day 150, text. encrypted (technically).
day 151, evening → audio
I want a job.
day 151, evening → audio
day 151, evening → audio
Day 151 | Morning | Action
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. ]
Day 151 | Morning | Action
"At ease," she finally said. "So. What's your fuckin' excuse for that shit show at the Hub?"
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Action | Day 161, afternoon
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.
Action | Day 161, afternoon
"Judge. Permission to enter."
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Day 163 | text | evening
Day 163 | text | evening
Part of the mission's versatility. Don't rightly care what you do so long as it's effective and moral.
Day 163 | text | evening
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Day 163 | text | evening
text | file sent - day 186 | survey
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!)
answer on 188
Callsign Questions
What is your Callsign name and what purpose do you serve?
Victor. I head the army.
In what kind of situation should people contact you?
When shits blowin up.
How did you get your position?
Someone in Bifrons done goofed.
How long have you had your position?
40 days
What do you know about the previous Callsigns with your name?
The previous callsign was me and then I retired. Then they gave the name to someone who ran whorehouses for a while cause petty bitches gon be petty bitches.
Any other helpful information about your position?
no
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?
Nick Ravani adopted me after I joined the Proles Army. No other family. Since I got no family, I got no gossip for you what a fuckin shame.
Interesting details about growing up. The juicier the better.
I was a street kid and then I was in the fuckin army.
Romantic state, now. Interesting romances from the past. All sexual partners. Sexual exploits.
None. I am made out of steel and spit and have no sexual organs nor ungodly urges.
What has shaped you into the person you are today?
I joined the Proles Army.
What/were your vices? How’d you fall into them?
I smoke because it keeps me from killing people that annoy me and waste my time. Otherwise I live clean as Jesus hisself would want.
What are your attributes?
You tell me.
Interesting details about growing up. DO NOT LEAVE THIS SHIT BLANK.
I was a street kid. It was fucking boring. Don't care what them goddamn vids claim, we don't sing or dance and we don't get adopted by rich pieces of shit that just need to be taught the true meanin of love by a big-eyed urchin with a winsome grin. There ain't bootstraps neither unless you kill a rich fucker and take 'em off his corpse. You're too fuckin hot or too fuckin cold and always too fuckin hungry and that's the whole of it.
Scandals you’ve been a part of? that have influenced you? That you’ve stopped? Political. Sexual. Familial.
so sorry to disappoint
Give me a mysterious/interesting/sexy story that affected your life.
I'm a soldier. I shot at people and blew shit up. Nothin mysterious about that.
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text | returned shortly after completion
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185 evening text
FDR FOSTER
From Department of War to Department Of Death.
Yes / No / Fuck off Jezabel?
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He's a fine officer when his cocker spaniel attention span has something to fix on.
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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?"
187 Morning
Cause if he doesn't, well, that would be a whole other matter to talk to Juliet about.
She slides a data chip across her desk. "Copy of your personnel files before and after official discharge. Figure you might want it for reference." Keep his story straight, keep it safe unless his brain gets fucked with, and so on.
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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."
Day 196 Early Evening (February 26th) Action
"Have some fuckin' casserole."
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