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[Jigokucho] IC CONTACT POST
Sep. 29th, 2029 10:22 pm"Hullo, you've reached Martin Blackwood's voicemail. Text me maybe?"
[IC] [Prisma] Statement Inbox
Mar. 8th, 2020 01:30 pmSending a statement (or any message) to this communicator inbox results in the following automated message:
"Thank you for submitting a statement to the Prismatica Auxiliary Magnus Institute. Your submission has been accepted on (today's date).
The current Archival Assistant (Martin Blackwood) will follow up with any questions we have. Thank you!"
Before submission, you'll get a little warning box saying that that only written/electronic statements should be submitted; he is not liable for any side effects that may occur if you choose to submit an audio recording.
... You're also free to blow up this inbox with stupid shit and creepypasta instead, though Martin may get a bit irate.
(And OOCly, if you want to link to a canon clip or otherwise say something like THE LAST TWENTY MINUTES OF INFINITY WAR that's fine too. Just specify if the statement is written or verbal. If you submit a verbal statement, we're gonna have to talk Consequences.
Note that these statements are getting ICly eaten by Jon and are probably fueling some kind of eldritch horror terror, just as a heads up.)
"Thank you for submitting a statement to the Prismatica Auxiliary Magnus Institute. Your submission has been accepted on (today's date).
The current Archival Assistant (Martin Blackwood) will follow up with any questions we have. Thank you!"
Before submission, you'll get a little warning box saying that that only written/electronic statements should be submitted; he is not liable for any side effects that may occur if you choose to submit an audio recording.
... You're also free to blow up this inbox with stupid shit and creepypasta instead, though Martin may get a bit irate.
(And OOCly, if you want to link to a canon clip or otherwise say something like THE LAST TWENTY MINUTES OF INFINITY WAR that's fine too. Just specify if the statement is written or verbal. If you submit a verbal statement, we're gonna have to talk Consequences.
Note that these statements are getting ICly eaten by Jon and are probably fueling some kind of eldritch horror terror, just as a heads up.)
[IC] Misc. Open Post
Feb. 2nd, 2020 01:09 pmFor various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.
[IC] VOICE TESTING
Nov. 29th, 2019 08:29 pm[ There's an extremely nervous, agitated Brit near Sidereal's fountain today. Tall, red-haired, and freshly arrived by the sounds of him. ]
Oh - oh god. You knew that door wasn't supposed to be there, you knew it, and you went through anyway, Martin, you absolute idiot --
[ What's he babbling about? Who knows. There is ... something unpleasant coiled around him, invisible to human eyes, but maybe not to someone more supernaturally inclined. ]
Oh - oh god. You knew that door wasn't supposed to be there, you knew it, and you went through anyway, Martin, you absolute idiot --
[ What's he babbling about? Who knows. There is ... something unpleasant coiled around him, invisible to human eyes, but maybe not to someone more supernaturally inclined. ]
STAR TREK AU
May. 24th, 2018 08:36 pm[ Another day, another mission on the USS Magnus. Martin Blackwood is - well -
He's always stressed out, but he's been doubly stressed out since, you know, his boss died and his entirely incompetent arse wound up in said boss's shoes. How the hell did he even get in this situation? Why is he like this?
Well. He knows the answer to one of those questions.
He's in the medbay, mumbling to himself, trying to convince himself (and his assistants. god, he has assistants) he knows what he's doing. ]
It's fine, it's fine, surely there wont' be any issues on the mission today, I'll have worked myself up over nothing --
[ Right when a certain someone gets dragged in. ]
He's always stressed out, but he's been doubly stressed out since, you know, his boss died and his entirely incompetent arse wound up in said boss's shoes. How the hell did he even get in this situation? Why is he like this?
Well. He knows the answer to one of those questions.
He's in the medbay, mumbling to himself, trying to convince himself (and his assistants. god, he has assistants) he knows what he's doing. ]
It's fine, it's fine, surely there wont' be any issues on the mission today, I'll have worked myself up over nothing --
[ Right when a certain someone gets dragged in. ]
