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May. 19th, 2013



[As Preston R.]

So far, not one of my belongings has managed to make it through the moving process in one piece. I should have just gone for all new.

May. 18th, 2013


Matilda H & Dylan M

[Comm to Matilda H and Dylan M]
[All business. No concerns whatsoever. Beep.]

May. 10th, 2013


Fed Comm

[A short comment to all agents not currently in danger of being shot. After an authorization code.]

Be advised: Phones and power in HQ are out. [Very short pause.] I'm fixing it.

Apr. 28th, 2013


[Bo D, Matilda H, Dylan M, Gabe R, Jack C, Shai T]

[After this.]

[Group CIA comm]
[Once everyone clicks in.] We're bringing in a rogue today. [Transmission of time and coordinates to everyone's GPS.] We have a sniper coming in, but Boss wants everyone who's field trained on the perimeter. Report to the office an hour before the meet time, so Boss can bark orders. I'm heading out of town tonight, so anything that comes up, hit Boss.

Apr. 23rd, 2013


[comm. to gabe r.]

[After this.]

[A brief flick, and then straight in, no waiting for him to indicate he's listening.] Assignment? Something about Tijuana?


[Bo D, Matilda H, Luke H]

[A series of phone calls from an unlisted, encrypted number.]

[Voicemail for Bo D]
Legs? We either have two really big problems, or one really big problem, and one personal problem. I'm out of pocket for the next two days, but I'll be back in touch midweek. Have Reed fill you in about Mexico by then, and we can regroup about safety measures. The FBI agent on loan, McKendrick, is holed up with me, so I'm sticking Hartell on checking facts in Tijuana temporarily and handing her to Reed until I'm back. You probably already have my coordinates on your desk, seeing as I used the extraction line. Call me if you need anything.

[Voicemail for Matilda H]
Hartell, it's Main. Contact Reed for information about Tijuana, and your assignment. It's temporary, few days tops.

[Call to Luke H]

Apr. 17th, 2013



[Posted by Tyrion L.]

Well, this is a delightful mess I seem to have stumbled into. Some people I rather like are missing. On the positive side, some of my least favorite people appear to be missing as well. In an unrelated note, I have directed the servants to redecorate the queen mother's room and donate her clothing to charity in her absence, since she isn't using either at present. Also, I seem to be the de facto new Hand of the King. Feel free to respect me appropriately.

Apr. 10th, 2013


[general cia comm]

[A soft click. Ambient noise from the faint clack of keys.]

Someone asked for a file for research. [Irish accent, clipped and short.] Origin point in the Phillipines. [Brief silence.] Don't know your name, but it's on the server.

Jul. 9th, 2012


[a note]

left on the counter in Blake's apartment for Hunter )

Jul. 4th, 2012


Locked to Blake T.

Im gonna leave some stuff at your place for a little while okay?

Jun. 26th, 2012



I've tried just about everything. Long walks in the park, soft music, light reading, alcohol, more alcohol. My sister gave me a freakin' manicure for fuck's sake.

So, anyone have any suggestions on how to break a long term bout of Writer's Block? It's really starting to cramp my style.

Jun. 21st, 2012


Tyrion L

[Private: Jaime L/Tyrion L]
[The writing is a terrible scrawl, scribbled out in haste with a hand he had never learned to write with. It takes no small effort to not let dyslexia destroy the coherency of his words amidst the frustration of not having a mobile phone like everyone does in Vegas.]

Tyrion you must leave King's Landing at once. It doesn't matter if the rumours are false. In the future you will be ac [This lingers on the page before he draws a line through the words.]

I can open you a door to Pennytree but you are safer back in Casterly Rock.

Jun. 15th, 2012


[Phone call to Blake T.]

[Riiyyyiiing. Rings can sound drunk.]

Jun. 6th, 2012


[After this text message.]

[Private to Bailey T.]

What the hell did you do to him?

[Private to Blake T.]

I think our poker buddy just stuck his dick in crazy.


Blake T, Cory H

[As Eames.]

[Locked to Blake T]
Darling, we've not met, but I've a message of sorts.

[Locked to Arthur/Cory H]
Cory, I must speak with Arthur for a moment, if you're in control at present, as I expect you are.

Jun. 1st, 2012



This is... most strange. It appears I have managed to exert my will over my... host... with sufficient force to coax him through the door that fits my key.

What I have found is not at all what I expected.
I appear to be very much alive.

Is anyone out there? Have I gone mad?

May. 29th, 2012



[Text: Theo W.]
You didn't tell me if I go through door at Passages I will have sisterfucker in head.

[Text: Bailey T.]
Where are you? Are you ok?

[Texts: Ezra B. & Blake T.]
Texas Hold 'em table resume next week. Small blind 1.2 mil. Still playing?

May. 28th, 2012



Looking for a blonde with a killer jaw and no right hand. Suit wasn't half bad either.

May. 19th, 2012


As Bianca T

[Text: Andrew M/Bianca T]

Please tell me you're next door and not on the Strip?

[Text: Blake T/Bianca T]

My favorite Uncle better not be frozen, dragon food, or the victim of a Hulk Smash.

May. 7th, 2012


[Blake T.]

[Blake T.]

[After being informed of a recent title of ownership for a horse, and absolutely disbelieving the information about money.]

What, you a zoo now?

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