18 April 2016 @ 02:52 pm
Waking )

Action; Any City – Early Morning

[It’s evident that she isn’t in New York anymore and so she quickly moves passed that glaring fact and inspects the information she does know.

Crystal isn’t ready to rule out any possibilities; she wants to learn more about her new gilded prison. With the items she’s deemed important stashed in her purse she steps across the turning water and out of the bay. The hologram makes her pause, a thin eyebrow rising at its explanation before she continues onward.

A light smile plays across her lips as confidence radiates from her countenance, like a perfect mask her expression mixes both truths and lies. It won’t be hard to pin her as someone new though she isn’t acting like a gawking tourist or lost soul. When she steps it’s as if she knows exactly where she’s going. She doesn’t care about those who gawk at her height, beauty or very short dress.

She steps into a few curious shops, her gaze examining their wares even if she isn’t interested in purchasing them.]


Excuse me. [Crystal asks in a friendly tone.] Is this your establishment?

Action; Nova City – Early Evening

[After exploring each city Crystal finds that she enjoys Nova City the most. There are classier establishments, cleaner streets and while some of the futurist technology is beyond her knowledge it isn’t beyond her understanding. She can be found eyeing apartments as well as the general area with the same air of someone who moves with assurance.

She decides to look for bars or clubs that might prove to be interesting. It’s only the start of the night and she doubts that any establishment has yet to truly open. It will, however, give her an understanding of this place which is her intent as she moves through the cities.

If she catches your eye she’ll smile, her expression confident and inviting.]


Action; Everglade – Early Night

[Everglade is the last stop on her trip and she quickly finds that she doesn’t care for the mist covered city. There is nothing pertaining to the curfew in the provided information, leaving Crystal unaware as she steps into the city proper. Night is when Crystal is accustomed to working. She’s always been comfortable beneath the lingering light of the moon, even walking down desolate streets like these.

It doesn’t take her long to sense that something is wrong, the sun wanes and a gloomy atmosphere grips the town. She turns to leave however the sweet scent of lilacs drifting from her skin calls forth a hungry predator who quickly blocks her escape. Her mask remains in place, her lips positioned in a careful smile while her gaze locks onto the approaching figure. She moves briskly however the shadow is much faster than her, catching her by the wrist and throwing her against a nearby wall.

Her eyes level a glare at the stranger: his skin is a sickly pale, his eyes sunken in with black irises staring hungrily at her, his clothes hang on his bony form, tattered and torn from wear.]


That isn’t anyway to say hello.

[Crystal replies in an even voice, her wrist already working its way out of the dead mans grip.]

Voice; April 19th

[A melodious voice echoes over the network.]

It looks like I should have asked for assistance earlier, in the end I see little point of the provided information with so much lacking. [The light and silky voice sounds like it’s smiling.]

Now that I’ve learned my way around I wanted to say hello. Perhaps get to know my fellow martyrs.
 
 
01 March 2016 @ 10:37 am
Who: Yukiko, Levy, Balthier, David, Porrim and Liv
What: Going to the Tokyo Sub Archway for a day of fun~
When: February 28th
Where: Tokyo Sub Archway
Warnings: So far, nothing.

[Yukiko had made sure that someone was taking good care of her inn before she finally headed off toward the Tokyo Subarchway. She had hoped to be the first one there at least and she knew they had to be there early so they could have breakfast before having fun.

With her bag at her side it was over an hour before she found herself standing right by it. All she had to do now was wait for the others to arrive.]

[OOC: The first thread (The one Levy-mun started) will be the meeting and breakfast thread. After that anyone can add a tag for something new since not everyone will want to do the same thing.]
 
 
28 February 2016 @ 07:49 pm
[With two accusations of murderers appearing, the public announcement of "Right vs Wrong" as far as those weird 'Remnant' people were concerned, all the Hands of Decay talk, some monster threatening fire and brimstone... Jesus, Pixy could make a drinking game out of this. When he appears on the feed, Pixy still looks bored, idling glancing through a book on military aircraft with an F-35 Lightning II prominently on the cover.]

Hasn't this place gotten exciting. I wonder what kind of bad news is gonna come up on the feed next? Maybe an organization bent on removing the city archways and removing the Guardians from power will come up to unite the place.

[Those words are just dripping with sarcasm. Honestly, he's not taking any of it seriously at all - especially given the fact that he was alluding to his former organization from home with that joke hypothetical scenario. Either way, what other people do is their business, and he's not about to get involved if he doesn't have to.]

Alright, so I've got a couple questions on my mind. I've seen that Nova City's got airports, but a distinct lack of aircraft. Is there even a way to get a jet here? Because hell, what's the point of even havin' air fields if there's nothing to land?

[He admits, he's missing the sky a little. He'd love to be in an F-15 again, especially without the idea of opening a subarchway. Hell, he wouldn't even know where to open one to. Valais Air Base was... not exactly a place he'd want to see again anytime soon.]

Private; Troy Dantes )
 
 
27 February 2016 @ 11:33 am
TEXT: GSRF Official Report: Dream Docks )

VIDEO;
Less business-related: Is nitrous oxide legal in Genessia?

[ There is definitely a car behind her. It's definitely not her normal SUV that she drives around.

She may have eaten a street racer. It may be a good time to ask her about cars though, since she's got mad auto-mechanic skills at the moment. ]
 
 
24 February 2016 @ 08:59 pm
Who: Airy Miller [personal profile] imaginationswoes, Nathan Drummond [profile] thelastdriud, Levy McGarden [personal profile] skilledwithwords, Sakura [personal profile] spitfireprincess, Kahlan [personal profile] hidden_truths, Richard Cypher [personal profile] trueseeker, Balthier [personal profile] askypirate, David Haller [personal profile] rulerofme, Terra Branford [personal profile] greenmagick, Arthrun Zala [personal profile] infinitejustice, Belle French [profile] namesmeansbeauty, Sousuke Yamazaki [personal profile] overexertion
[Let's hope I didn't forget anyone]

What: Events of February [Dates & Meetings]
When: February
Warnings: N/A

[Top posts within.]
 
 
21 February 2016 @ 11:27 am
Private to Levy, Balthier, David, Porrim and Liv
Hi, sorry this took a while, Liv, but I finally think I got everything together.

This is to simply ask about maybe getting a little get together and go to the Tokyo Sub Archway? It was Liv's idea and I figured I would help out in sorting it out, so here we are.

It will be a lot of fun, which I think with the jobs some people have will be a nice break. I should mention the date, I'm planning for it to be next Sunday, but if that doesn't work I can always work around it, so just let me know.
 
 
10 February 2016 @ 10:42 pm
Action;

[Airy doesn’t want to admit that weird has suddenly become normal. Things were uncomfortable enough already without having to face that one glaring fact. In this case, she remembers going to bed and it was nice and comfortable and yes, in a stranger’s apartment but it was at least a bed and he wasn’t creepy. Now she’s falling out of this pod thing and stumbling into water. The strange box she woke up with falls into the water and breaks open.]

Oh no…

[She dips her hand in to fetch out the phone first and then collects everything else only to lay it out on the floor away from the water. She shakes the phone praying to the phone gods.]

Please don’t be broken.

[She collects the rest of the things and walks from the bay area, only sort of paying attention to the hologram. It’s pretty cool actually but she doesn’t really want to linger on that.]

Video;

[The water hasn’t broken her phone but it is stuck in video mode which Airy feels awkward about because that’s her face and people she doesn’t know can see it.]

Hi. I’m Airy… well sort of Airy that isn’t my full name. [She pauses, closes her eyes and then starts over.] Anyway I dropped... everything in the water and it’s sort of wet. [Which is obvious.] I sort of read it but I sort of didn’t.

Is this like the Twilight Zone?

[Which she’s watched recently because it’s on Netflix.]
 
 
04 February 2016 @ 01:51 am
My extended trip to the Dream Docks is over. Considering it took me two hours to make it home after I ended up in a Nova City parking lot and some back alley in Everglade, I'm guessing something fun happened while I was gone.

I'm still not convinced I'm in the right apartment either considering my new roommate's decision to make his next start up an interior design firm with my entire apartment being his first experiment. Another 20 minutes just to find my blender that I'll never get back in life. [ At least that cayenne-chocolate milkshake with a sliced red pepper along the edge of the glass looks good. Worth it? Maybe. It's definitely making her feel better. ] I don't think anyone ever taught him about personal boundaries.

[ Liv takes a sip of the drink, which is already half gone. A week is a long time not to eat properly. ]

To those who saw me toward the beginning of the month: I decided the look just wasn't me anymore. I'm-

[ Is Liv just staring off into space for a moment? Yes she is. Oops. Liv's breath comes out like she'd been holding it, then she shakes her head. ]

Wow. I haven't had brain freeze since I was 14. [ A little smile pulls to her lips. ]

Anyone want to fill me in on what I missed? Or potentially have plans I can horn in on tonight? My schedule's relatively clear for the next couple days since I wasn't sure how long I'd need to take off from work for this.
 
 
26 January 2016 @ 11:40 pm
WHO: Those who signed up for The Fachan portion of the event!
WHAT: Fighting The Fachan - More information
WHEN: 1/25/2016 Sorry this is getting posted late.
WHERE: A flattened portion of The Maw, destroyed by the first shard from the fissure.
WARNINGS: Violence.



The smell of death. That was the only way that the scent that wreaked havoc through the air could be described. The Fachan had once been found under the Maw but after its home was destroyed by the fissure in Genessia, it claimed a much larger area of space, fighting and typically winning against anything that came into it. As if to signify its territory, there are dismembered arms, eyes, and feathers strewn about along the 'border' of its territory. Some of them are smaller, obviously different kinds of animals. Others.. may questionably be from other sentient creatures of Fayren.

Defeating the Fachan may not be possible without using intellect instead of brute strength. After all, the Fachan's only weak point seems to be hidden beneath its tuft- the same area where the shard is hidden.

Play out fighting the Fachan any way you would like. Sign ups for this log are now closed, though the following two quests are still open. This log will be played out similarly to a bounty- characters are in charge of NPCing the Fachan except when they get to a point where they are going to try something to get the shard away from the Fachan. At which point, you should comment here with a link to the thread at the portion of the thread where your character's group/team plays out their idea. A mod will notify you if the attempt is successful. Within those who signed up, you may have as two characters to however many you like out of those who have signed up within a team. This gives you as much freedom within the event as you like. If multiple teams submit responses that may succeed before 2/1/2015, moderators will RNG which team succeeds. After 1/30, the first successful attempt linked will be the one that works. (This way threads that get there first won't have an unfair advantage over people who have lengthy to-do lists or surprise business and everyone gets a fair chance.)

*Notice: Mass-area attacks may damage the shard, so your character cannot just drop a meteor or shoot a massive laser beam at the Fachan and call it a day. If you break the shard into smaller pieces than can be carried back to the fissure, it won't work! The CPU will provide this information to your character's device after your character is in visible range of the Fachan.
 
 
26 January 2016 @ 12:39 am
Closed to Kahlan Amnell; Event Day 1 (20th)
It was a typical afternoon, honestly. He'd finished the project to which he'd been assigned at work and had promptly returned to his apartment for a shower. He loved the feel of tools in his hands, for using them for repairs, figuring out a problem and working to a solution. It wasn't the excitement he was used to, and it certainly wasn't the thrill of the hunt, but it was something.

At least until something went oddly wrong. He'd just stepped out of his shower and grabbed a towel to dry his hair, not bothering to make himself decent before doing so. He lived alone and the apartments in Nova City were all heated rather nicely. He slid his eyes closed for a moment, and in that instant two things became suddenly clear. The floor beneath his feet was suddenly not tile, and it was markedly colder. Also, the scent of soap and the lingering, humid haze of his shower were gone.

At least he was still holding his towel?

Closed to Satsuki Kiryuin, Event Day 1 (20th)
It had been a trying afternoon. After the awkwardness that was getting randomly teleported to Fayren due to…something, whatever was wrong with Genessia itself, he'd made the slow and arduous trek back to Nova City, to his home, and had spent a quiet night reading and hoping he didn't randomly wind up anywhere else. Everything seemed to be just fine as he slid into a pair of loose pants and laid himself down to sleep.

That was the problem, really. Everything seemed fine.

Open to Anyone, Anytime!
Balthier, much to his occasional chagrin, has fallen into quite a routine. During a typical day, he can be found either at the engine shop in Nova City, at a small café, walking to and from several locations around the city, at the local bar (he does enjoy his wine), or enjoying a quiet evening at home. Feel free to drop in on him (literally if that's your fancy)!

[OOC: I'm open to prose or brackets! Whatever you like!]
 
 
11 January 2016 @ 03:52 pm
[A voice comes on over the feed. It's been a while since Artanis addressed the community as a whole, but certainly not the first time his voice has been broadcast using this device. As before, it has a very noticeable echo to it, much like the popular depiction of telepathy. Psychics may even notice that it is telepathically based.]

I greet you once again, fellow inhabitants. Once again, I find myself seeking out advice from those who have more experience with matters in this place.

Ever since I arrived, I have been searching for a job that fits my capabilities, yet...nothing has come up. I'm afraid I am ill-suited to many of the tasks that are posted for employment.

[He's also going out of his way to avoid customer service jobs. There's no way a seven-foot tall, grey-skinned, telepathic alien without a nose or even mouth would work at making a good first impression.]

So, I must ask, are there any other sources I can seek out for employment? Ideally, a position that makes use of the skills I've gleaned would be best, if one is available. My experiences lie in the fields of politics, strategy and tactics, hand-to-hand combat, and technology -- even the level of technology in Nova City is old-fashioned compared to the society I hail from. I understand that these traits may not be necessarily in demand in a place such as Genessia, but it cannot hurt to get confirmation.

That is all. I thank you for your time.
 
 
11 January 2016 @ 06:14 am
(One Poe Dameron's first thought was - when'd the base become a cave? His second thought it was - where's BB-8? Third? Well, he had this feeling more than once in recent days.

This is bad. I have a bad feeling about this.

(He finds himself staring intently at the box that had been lying on his chest while he slept and he pauses as he reaches towards it to open it and see what was inside. He wonders if this is a trap, a set up of some sort, but judging from the pamphlet he had just glanced over...this couldn't be something that the First Order had set up.

Propaganda aside...

Besides, Poe found himself internally chuckling. He would have woken up in a cell and more or less incapacitated and probably surrounded by guards or just locked inside with someone staring him down, he didn't care to think about that experience again- not lying in a box with a soft material making up the inside.

He, in that moment, just opened the item in his hands. His eyes were first drawn to the necklace. Then he saw the communication device. Then the red paper bills.)


So, jewelry, some sort of communication device, and...paper...money, I suppose. Whoever is doing this, they really should get a new job.

Yeah, no real answers...great.

(If anyone he knew was here, he would be seriously trying to shrug that off like he never end said it. But, as far as he knew, there was no familiar faces - no one he had to look out for, keep out of harm's way.

He thinks at this point he is more than allowed to be unsettled.

Besides, none of this was making any sense. He had never heard of Genessia, whether it was a settlement or a world itself, and he certainly did not remember being asked to come here or even ordered. Nor did he remember falling asleep in a box. Then the pilot picked up the videophone and after a minute he managed to turn on the video function.)

Video:

Alright, got that figured out. I'm Poe Dameron, pilot. (He decides against going into much more detail than that for now. Who knows where this place's loyalty was to.) So, is waking up in boxes a normal thing around here? Also, got a few questions to go with that if anyone's out there...
 
 
Current Mood: awake
 
 
10 January 2016 @ 11:44 pm
[The video begins with Jaune looking very confused about something.]

I just saw someone I know which doesn't make any sense because it hasn't been that long since I saw her.

Uhm. Hi, name's Jaune Arc. [There's no need to panic because he did that already. He tries to smile and look confident but the fact that he's soaked and the way his smile twitches like he's barely holding it together kind of detracts from his effort.]

And I guess I'm here. Like...everyone else who's here!

Does anyone here know Weiss Schnee? We go to the same school, which is why it's really weird to see a hologram of her and find out that she's running a company here. Is there anyone else from Remnant here too? Otherwise, I guess I'll look into employment. Yeah. There's no reason to freak out over it or anything. I'm definitely not doing that right now.

Action )
 
 
03 January 2016 @ 03:54 am
Action - Anywhere )

[Voice]

And to think, here I'd been worried about waking up in Hell. When in comparison to such a world as this, my own could certainly be considered as much.

[The voice is definitely that of a grown man, one far too bemused at his current situation than most would be. He's not angry in the least bit, but beyond that pleasant tone there's a weight of tiredness he thinks he's doing well to hide.]

Obtaining a job is a novelty, something I've never had the luxury of. So I find myself at a loss where I should begin, or what I would be most qualified for here. Things are different, in the best possible way, and yet it brings about a revelation that men with my talents aren't needed in such a place.

But there's no need to dwell on such things. While I wouldn't mind job suggestions for someone who's experienced in public speaking and combat, there's much more important matters at hand, and the entire reason I decided to broadcast this.

What is there to do for fun here? My dear friend and I have only been here for about a day, and as helpful as the information pamphlets are, I feel speaking out and asking around is the best way to get information no matter where you are.
 
 
01 January 2016 @ 08:43 pm
HEY!

[ This video is definitely set up with Liv's device leaning against something in her living room. She can't be bothered to actually face it- she's clearly doing something off screen. It's entirely possible that she's playing some kind of gaming console. From the sounds in the background, she might be shooting zombies. For the irony. She glances over at the video for a second, then keeps playing as she talks. ]

First off, thanks to everyone who ambushed me at the Christmas party to ask how this was going, it's really nice to know that I can do a job and not be hounded about it any time I go anywhere by literally everyone I talk to. Now that all of the holidays I was supposed to be enjoying are through, I'm going to go ahead and actually answer.

Most of you are probably aware I work in the morgue at the hospital, but back home I worked in the city morgue for the Seattle PD Police Department. I love lively jobs and never getting to see the sun, what can I say? The test that we were doing was a forensic technique used to age murder victims or blood samples found at crime scenes when we don't have other possible clues. I got the idea when I ran out of other things to test on some of the newcomers after some other general tests that are often run on kidnap victims. It wasn't the first test I ran, but it was definitely the only one with actual visible results.

The test typically reveals information about the age range within about 9 years by looking at a byproduct of the T-cells in the immune system. Most of the non-humanoid samples I didn't have a standard to go by, go figure, so most of those tests were inconclusive. I'll have your participation awards sent to you via mail on the 6th Friday of July. I had our lab retest the actually useful samples multiple times and the results were fairly consistent. Most of the people who come here to Genessia are currently between the ages of 0 and 10 years of age.

There are a few different explanations for this, so hey- panic on hold, it could be the least terrible of options in which.. [ She has to think for a second. David came up with this theory while she was a little bit drunk and a little bit anxiety-ridden on top of depressed. Thanks brains. It's a good thing she found a much snider snack to help her report this. ] Some forms of teleportation to other worlds apparently involve cellular breakdown and I guess the cells could've been lost during that process? I'd have to test everyone again to find out if they were missing anything else considering how specific it would have to be to just be missing that. Great theory David, I'm sure all teleportation specifically leaves out tiny cells that hint at what age you are. Other options include that we're all clones of whoever we look like or someone made us up in entirety and none of our lives are real.

[ On second thought, this was probably a terrible brain to eat before making this announcement. She puts the controller down finally and gives the camera two thumbs up and the most sarcastic smile possible. ]

Happy New Year everyone!

[ And the video feed ends on her leaning over the edge of her couch to turn it off. ]
 
 
26 December 2015 @ 08:44 pm
Video –

[After making sure that Richard is okay, Kahlan sets to reading the information they have as well as getting used to the new phone device. It takes her some time but the instructions are clear enough for her to understand. There is a pause before the screen flickers on.]

Hello Genessia. I believe I have this information right but I have a few more questions. Has anyone heard from a wizard named Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander, Wizard of the First Order? Where is the best place to buy supplies? What are those loud, horseless carriages? Are these necklaces magic? We are heading to Fayren.

[Meanwhile, in the background, Richard can be seen looking very serious as his shoulders are hunched, his own communicator in one hand, the instructions they were left in the other. He smiles as the screen lights up.] I think I got it!

Action –

[Not having pockets, packs or saddle bags means that they are both carrying the boxes under one arm. Richard has his sword in his right hand while his eyes flick around the strange setting. Kahlan stays close though her eyes flick to a map that she has in hand.]

There might be a store up ahead.

[While the pair may move forward they both look confused and lost.]

[ooc: This is a joint post and responses will come from both characters. Put in the header if you want to address one person or both or don’t care. Actions will be both. PURPLE is Kahlan. BLUE is Richard.]
 
 
02 December 2015 @ 10:50 pm
[So that time has come yet again. Naturally Satsuki Kiryuin had caught Weiss' press conference, and while she was somewhat surprised by the 'suddenness', she didn't feel any pressure to respond immediately. There are a number of things for her to do; she's always working.

However the press was getting on her nerves even more than usual and should this keep up she'll hardly get anything done in a timely manner. This brings us to now, where Satsuki stands at the podium, adorn in the (current style) Guardian uniform colors of white, light blue and navy.
]

'Lady Kiryuin, your thoughts on Miss Weiss Schnee's joining of the Nova City Guardian Election?'.

[There is, perhaps surprisingly, a lack of Satsuki's usual intensity in her tone. Perhaps she's tired.]

Lady Schnee is an upstanding and ambitious young lady; an exemplary model that many should strive to follow. That aside, I believe that her decision to challenge my position is an unwise one.

'Are you saying that she does not stand a chance against you, Lady Kiryuin!'

No, she most certainly has a chance. What I am saying is that it would be a detriment to Nova and Genessia's other sister cities if she were to be elected. It may not be clear to the other cities, but I work under a supportive system tied to tradition. It is a system not built on otherworld technology but modern resources, and natural progression. A system that we all can feel pride in and one that we can all build from.

One of my goals has always been to show that access to archways or being born with superhuman abilities is helpful, but ultimately unnecessary to become an exceptional Guardian of this city. This is an ideal that I believe should be encouraged as it cultivates the kind of inspiration and growth that we truly need.

Lady Schnee has already blessed Nova City with her Welcoming Center which has ingrained itself neatly into our culture. I suggest that if she truly desires to help this city further, that she do so by starting at the side of Deputy Dantes and myself this coming term, as I have with the Guardian before. Not only do I believe that is fair, but I also believe she will find that her ideas will not be as simple to implement as she may think.

A vote for Kiryuin is a vote for Order via Nova Tradition.
 
 
02 December 2015 @ 07:22 pm
[When the feed initializes, the sky pirate is reclined against a small desk and is holding a small scepter, aquamarine in color, and though worn, still shining.]

There was still something to be found in those ruins. Fancy that.

[He moves, the scepter sliding into a hip pouch before he faces the video communicator more fully.]

A successful treasure hunt is food for the soul, you know. Hmm, we should do this more often. Surely there are more ruins to be found beyond one of these archways, and if we find them before someone prints it in the papers, everything we find there is rightfully ours.

[He smiles.]

I tire of repairing someone else's hovers, at any rate. Any juicy gossip? Rumors?
 
 
02 December 2015 @ 01:01 am
[ coughs can be heard. ]

Mom? Stepshit?

Max . . . ?

[ static ]

Ge-ne-ssia . . . The Bay . . .

This sure as hell ain't Arcadia Bay. I'm dead. I must be dead.

[ more static, some clicks, and then the video is turned on. a blue-haired girl in a beanie squints at the camera. she . . . doesn't look pleased. ]

Hey God! You there? This is Pirate Captain Chloe Price. [ she attempts a smirk but it comes out as a grimace. ] If this is heaven, it's hella chickenshit, my man.

Sooo. Can I see my dad yet? People in heaven get whatever they want and shit, right?

[ she coughs dramatically. ]

Dear baby Jesus. Please grant me an after-lifetime supply of bong.

[ nothing happens. she lets out an incredulous laugh. ]

Look at me, I'm going batshit insane. I don't even fucking believe in God.

[ the videofeed is abruptly cut off. ]
 
 
30 November 2015 @ 11:26 pm
Open to everyone:

Hey, so I decided to give this place...the Cat's Eye... a try tonight...

(He frowns slightly at first and it might sound in his voice.)

More like I'm supposed to be meeting this guy here...and either I'm early or he's running late. Or he's some sort of crazy ninja and in that case I totally need to learn these skills...

Ah, yeah, if anyone sees my evil twin running around and he's on his way or something - tell him to hurry it up, alright? (A joke. Just not funny. At all.) I shouldn't be the responsible one here.

(Mark stretches and leans slightly back in his seat, the chair can be heard in the background if one listened closely enough. Obviously he is more than slightly bored at this bored. He's never been much of sitting idle kind of guy - not that he's not willing to do so if something is important enough.)

Anyway, why I'm here isn't important, well to anyone but me and the evil twin....but, anyone want to come hang out tonight...I'm buyin' the drinks this time.

Just don't get used to the idea. I'm not a pushover.


Locked to Jason Bourne:

Hey, man... this is the right place, isn't it? You said at 7? Or did I mess that up. Anyway, if you're here tell me where you're sitting and I'll just switch tables or something.

And, man, if you're here...what kind of ninja training can you give me?

(Mark just thinks he's hilarious and he laughs and grins from behind the audio feed.)