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Melinda, this is Anna typing on John's journal. I wasn't sure how to get in touch with you otherwise, but there's been an attack on Cornelius. He's apparently in serious but not lethal condition. He's in the Nexus clinics with Sarah and Daniel. John and I are about to go join them.
I'm not sure how to attach coordinates, but I'll have my pinpoint with me. Maybe you can lock onto the signal, or to Sarah or Daniel's. I'll keep you updated if I can. |
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Mar. 25th, 2008 @ 11:11 am
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Melinda? I need a favor, for the City's sake. Contact me when you get a chance. |
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((Comment here and I'll tell you one thing that I like about your pup (plz specify). Then go post it in your LJ and return the sentiment.)) |
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Oct. 31st, 2006 @ 02:56 pm
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I told you I could roast pumpkin seeds without burning the apartment down.Current Mood:  smug |
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Hey, Doc. I found this thing. Just doing a search on cities.
I like it. I don't usually like poetry.
Nightsong: City
by Dennis Brutus
Sleep well, my love, sleep well:
The harbour lights glaze over restless docks,
Police cars cockroach through the tunnel streets;
From the shanties creaking iron-sheets
Violence like a bug-infested rag is tossed
And fear is immanent as sound in the wind-swung bell;
The long day’s anger pants from sand and rocks;
But for this breathing night at least,
My land, my love, sleep well. |
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((I have no idea what my problem is, IC-wise. None of my characters' voices will respond to me. The well of RP is currently dry. I'm at a loss. I figured I'd take a day or two off, but a day or two became a week, and then a week and a half, and now it's sort of been two weeks of mostly time off and it's still not working, so I guess I'm kind of on sabbatical. So I'm going to cross-post this message to my main IC journals, because I have no clue what's going on or when it'll come back.
It's nothing to do with any other player at all, or any kind of personal emotional state, because I feel great, and I'm loving reading other peoples' threads and am frequently tempted to join in--I just can't think of a response. Somehow I have displeased the muses.))
Sep. 15th, 2006 @ 10:26 am
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I don't sulk like a scolded child. I sulk like an embarrassed adult.
Sep. 14th, 2006 @ 12:42 pm
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st lit up. Ys seetht. Thats good right? Hsh vss reggsnnn. What do you mean the voice recognition soffwares on? Oh hay its typing. Plsshut up Jn.
Whats the blinking no dont oh ship #$%%error1001010111010111☺
Sep. 14th, 2006 @ 10:50 am
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Um. Yeah. The remnants of Ernesto are making their way toward Schreber and myself. We're inland, so no real danger, but we're on dial-up and our phone lines HATE the rain. As in, they frequently refuse to work at all if it's raining. So we may not be around much this weekend.
We'll try to make a trip to the library to check things, and possibly my parents will let us use their computer, and things should be drying out by Saturday evening/Sunday morning. So we'll keep our fingers crossed. But if we're not around, that'll be why.
Aug. 31st, 2006 @ 01:59 pm
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Murdoch hates waiting.
He knows what's happening in the other City. He can almost hear the grinding of bricks on cement as buildings collapse. Screams. Bodies crunching under fallen girders.
It could be him.
What's the difference, he wonders, between himself and this other Murdoch? One word spoken differently? A few seconds' worth of memory? Or something more profound?
( Read more... )
Aug. 25th, 2006 @ 01:06 pm
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((Locked to gonnafixthings))
John leads John away from the usual Nexus crowds and leans against a wall, scowling quietly at him. He's had a long time to think about this, what he'd do if he caught the guy who nearly killed the Doc. But now that he's face to face with him, he can't bring himself to be angry. The man looks like he's falling apart.
John can relate to that.
He takes a deep breath. "Okay...that was my Schreber you attacked. You didn't kill him. He had a heart attack and passed out. Melinda found him after you left and took him to a hospital. Lucky thing, too. He would have died if she hadn't gotten him out of there when she did."
Jun. 14th, 2006 @ 11:49 pm
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Schreber may or may not be returning to his room at the labs soon, but just in case, John has taken it upon himself to restore things to some semblance of order. He has also replaced the couch with a low bed, specifically designed to be easy to get in and out of. It's kind of sterile looking, but this is Schreber we're talking about. He probably won't even notice.
Hm. He has almost no groceries. Maybe Melinda wouldn't mind picking some things up, just in case.
May. 11th, 2006 @ 10:18 am
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John is watching the gate to the Nexus, expecting to see Schreber bringing plants for the City any time. He has notably not been drinking as he wants to be able to help with the planting. He has, however, spent most of the day repairing the canal walls and is more than a little tired.
May. 3rd, 2006 @ 11:24 pm
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((dr_schreber and I have created an RP community based on the film 'Dark City'. It can be found here.
The setting is the City, post-film, with John Murdoch now in control of maintaining everything. The Strangers are gone.
We have a Murdoch, a Schreber, and an Anna (though Anna's player is willing to negotiate if anyone's desperately interested in playing her). So, here's the deal: We need players. We need OCs.
Murdoch is currently looking for someone(s) to apprentice to Dr. Schreber to help maintain the Strangers' machines. He is also looking for someone with tuning abilities similar to his own, to train to help him maintain the City itself. He realizes this is a long shot.
Ideally, we'd like these OCs to have been born and raised in the environment of Dark City, but we're also happy to have characters from outside the City (OCs or other fandoms), provided you're willing to work within the rules of the environment.
If you have plotty ideas about bringing characters like Bumstead, Walenski, or even one or two of the Strangers back from the dead, we are open to the concept.
The only caveat is that we can't really have any characters who are more psychically powerful than Murdoch himself, because that sort of upsets the connection to canon we're trying to maintain. I realize that may make me sound like Miss Queen Powergamer, but anyone who's played with me should know I'm not really like that. (Or, at least, if I am, no one's mentioned it to me and I need to be smacked with a cluebat. o_O;)
We're leaving it as an open community (feel free to tell us 'OMG bad idea!') at the moment, but we ask that anyone who wants to join talk with me or dr_schreber OOC first so that we can work out the logistics of who/what you'd like to play, if you're interested.
So, yeah. That's all. Hope to see you there.))
Oct. 17th, 2005 @ 12:19 pm
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Sensing the Doc close to the portal to the Nexus, Murdoch pushes it open, leaning on the wall across from it to see who exactly will emerge.
Oct. 11th, 2005 @ 02:25 pm
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She sings in the shower. It's torture, because I still remember seeing Her on stage with the lights shimmering in Her hair. She was confident then, self-assured, graceful. Now...now Her voice has the same dreamy-husky sound to it, but it's softer, shyer. She won't sing if She knows I'm listening. She doesn't carry Her head so high or Her shoulders thrown back the same way...this Her has been alone and neglected as long as She can remember. She isn't sure what to do with my attention.
So She sings in the shower, and I listen from outside in the hallway and pretend I don't know She has talent, and treat Her as gently as I know how, try not to overwhelm Her, and all the while I'm wondering if it would be better if I left Her alone, to grow as She sees fit, or to just...stay as She is, hidden behind that curtain of shadowy hair I love so much.
Not sure how much longer I can do this.
Sep. 30th, 2005 @ 09:57 am
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Hey, doc! How many Strangers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Give up?
No one knows. The lightbulb has no idea it was ever anything different.
Aug. 23rd, 2005 @ 10:49 am
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*Murdoch hates waiting. It gives him too much time to think. Every doubt he has niggles at the back of his mind. What if some of the Strangers are in hiding? What if I can't take care of the City? What if everything falls apart while I'm gone? Can I really trust Schreber?
Where the hell am I going exactly, anyway?
After a moment, he laughs at himself. If the good Doctor can go through this gate without a panic attack, John had damn well better be able to manage it.
Speaking of the Doc, where is he?*
Aug. 21st, 2005 @ 12:57 pm
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*A dark-haired man sits brooding at the end of a pier on Shell Beach, watching--no, making--the sun go down. Somehow the existence of the sunlight makes the days seem shorter and more urgent. He gets tired now, more tired than he can remember getting before. But memory's a tricky thing in this City, so he just tries to ignore his doubts and do what needs to be done.*
Aug. 18th, 2005 @ 11:31 am
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( Assignment )
Jul. 5th, 2005 @ 11:29 am
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