Involuntary RPG

WHO: Damien & Michelle Harrington
WHAT: Damien chats to his half-sister and catches up on her social networking exploits
WHEN: Evening, 12/7/13 // Afternoon 11/7/13
WHERE: IVI // Vancouver, BC, Canada
WARNINGS: CUTE AND NO DEATH
STATUS: Completed phone log

(  I’m telling your Mom you went online without permission.  )
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TEXT MESSAGES
TO: Stephen

[1/2] i don’t know if your brother has told you about his vol sibling networking
[2/2] but he is not allowed to meet my sister in real life. ever.

TO: Savannah

when i get back to your bedside i have a terrifying story for you

TO: CONDOR [GROUP]

we’re having dinner together tomorrow.

WHO: Assorted Condors
WHAT: Rathborne gets a change of heart.
WHEN: Sometime early on Day 3
WHERE: CONDOR RAVINE
WARNINGS: so we have been writing this for the last like five days, so if something doesn't line up like KODY DYING please just handwave it okay. I was too lazy to try to correct everything to make it work. THEY REALLY ARE SAD YOU DIED KODY. Also swears.
STATUS: COMPLETED LOG

( Well if this didn’t work, at least the rest of the team was there as a witness for when Rathborne finally snapped and actually shot one of them. )

To: Condors
From: Finlay

You lot are all good, right?

Anyway, I should have said something yesterday but Rathborne put Interlock in solitary yesterday, but I think most everyone knows that by now. He was however rather pleased with himself and threatened to throw any of the rest of the lot of us in there if we used our powers on him. I don't know how serious he was being because he also said if any of us got smart with him he would throw us in solitary but believe me that one never happened.

UNDERNET CONDORS.

So let's try no one else wind up in solitary, aye? Good. And let's keep how much we fuck around off the regular network.

[LIGHTHOUSE/EDWIN]

I managed it.

TO: Elise van Leeuwen
FROM: Remy Duchamp

Out.

TO: Hailey Hamilton
FROM: Remy Duchamp

still up for guitar?

TO: Astrid Marquette
FROM: Remy Duchamp

thank you.

TO: Eli Rebreanu Graham
FROM: Remy Duchamp

thank you.

TO: Padraig Flanaga
FROM: Remy Duchamp

... let's get together again sometime.

TO: Condors
FROM: Remy Duchamp

are we still having a party?

TO: CONDOR [group]
FROM: Damien

[1/3] if any of you are sick and missing training because of it text the rest of us
[2/3] because if you are not there i will be coming to your room and dragging your sorry ass down to training whether you fucking like it or not
[3/3] understood?

TO: Hailey, Nelly, Jade, Max, Marty, Isla, Astrid [group]
FROM: Damien

[1/2] the second one of you thinks about not going to training you text me and i will make sure you go, okay?
[2/2] everyone alright?

TO: Savannah
FROM: Damien

spoiler alert: rathborne still sucks as a team leader

[TEXT: CONDORS]

we won today this is so surprising exciting!
i mean ja i was totally expecting it
i have no roommate if anyone wants to party
and also we can decide what we want as a reward from rathbourne maybe

WHO: Team Condor & Team Peacock (non-Vol Squaders)
WHAT: WAR GAMES.
WHEN: Friday training.
WHERE: Uhhhhh somewhere in the wilds of the IVI Australian outback?
WARNINGS: ...I mean, it's Peacock & Condor.
STATUS: IC/OOC log!

( THE REMATCH. )

TO: Jodi
FROM: Damien

[1/2] hey jodi it's damien (and sav is here of course)
[2/2] what do you want ethan to bring you back as a present? sav kinda intervened.

TO: GROUP: Condor (minus Jordana, because she's there)
FROM: Damien

hope you're all behaving. everyone says hi!

TO: Hailey
FROM: Damien

[1/2] Picture Message
[2/2] last night, as promised :)

WHO: Team Condor
WHAT: Survival Training
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon/evening
WHERE: The outer reaches of the IVI property
STATUS: IC/OOC Log

( Condor Field Trip Happy Times!!! )

TO: Marty
FROM: Damien

[1/3] if you made my girlfriend sick we can't watch the game together
[2/3] okay, seriously, can you tell what it is. i know they said flies but
[3/3] there's a really freaked-out not-over-it part of me that worries it's the same as what happened before and i can't deal with that

TO: Hailey, Jack, Kier, Daisy, Isla, Jade, Condors [separately]
FROM: Damien

checked in with most people already but if you need anything give me a shout

TO: Juli
FROM: Karim

hey g.i. jane i got some quality info-morphine that'll make you feel aaaall better

TO: Doria, Laurel, Evi, Vanessa, Coralie, Astrid, Lana
FROM: Karim

[1/2] omg i am going to suffocate from all this depressing angsty drama
[2/2] can we just be catty bitches for a little while plzzzzz

TO: Team Condor
FROM: Karim

i swear to god bitches mal better have the biggest funeral float thing or so help me

To → Team Condor, Hailey, Caleb, Donovan, Erik, Edwin, Mason, Fairgrounders, other misc. friends [all separately]
From → Damien Harrington

have a good break, keep in touch. sorry i didn't bring presents, but i'll bring stuff back from canada. :)

To → Marine van de Velde
From → Damien Harrington

you shouldn't have. thank you so much. take care of yourself, yeah?

To → Harlow, Silas
From → Damien Harrington

see you both on the plane! looking forward to home?

To → Kody Cruz
From → Damien Harrington

sorry i tried to kill your dumb pony

To → Savannah Bordeaux
From → Damien Harrington

going to miss you. got five minutes before we have to start shipping out?

TO: Karim <3
FROM: Evi

bb I have made a schedule to follow Mason around and turn him to stone as often as possible for as long as possible. Is there anyone else?? Is there anything else I can do???

TO: Karim's Ladies & Condors - Karim
FROM: Evi

That party was AWFUL people are such hypocrites!!!! Everyone complains about Karim sharing news, but they are SO MUCH WORSE to him in return :(

TO → KARIM
FROM → DAMIEN

karim. got an idea.

TO → TEAM CONDOR (sent a while after the ones to Karim)
FROM → DAMIEN

[1/4] okay i think me and jordana and kiara spoke to you all by now. anyone who's in: walk out on friday.
[2/4] i'm fed up with the fucking torture, and i am sick of rathborne thinking he can just fuck around with trauma. we deserve to be treated like we are humans.
[3/4] if you're out then don't bother telling the admin and everyone keep this shit off the network
[4/4] if you're undecided, i will pay back any fines or give you drink tickets if we get fined. it was my idea.

TO → SAVANNAH
FROM → DAMIEN

hey you

WHO: Team Condor, plus Karim's Ladies
WHAT: Karim tries to do something nice for his team, in his own way
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: The pool
STATUS: IC/OOC Log

( It's a Condor Spa Day! )

WHO: Percy Rathborne & Team Condor
WHAT: Rathborne talks to his team about chips
WHEN: Tuesday training period
WHERE: Training warehouses
STATUS: Narrative, but Condors feel free to tag in for IC/OOC log!

"Listen up, shitbricks." Percy barked as he stalked up and down the line of Condors, standing shoulder to shoulder, just as he always made them when he was going to speak. His jaw tightened with the grinding of his teeth, chewing on the erstwhile cigar he missed so dearly.

"No doubt you've all been bitching and moaning up and down 'bout this RFID chip. Can't walk across the goddamn quad without hearing some whiny Vol going on 'bout it. So we're gonna do this once, then I don't wanna hear another goddamn word, capice?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but rather rolled up his sleeve to present the grizzled line of a six inch scar. "See this? Knife fight." He barked, before yanking up his pantleg. "This? Shrapnel." Next he ducked forward and ran a hand up the back of his head, lifting his hair to show the very base of his neck. No scar could be seen. "And this is from gettin' my goddamn chip put in, which felt just 'bout as bad as a goddamn mosquito bite. So shut your pie holes about how bad it'll hurt."

He cast his glower up and down the line, "I'll level with you punks: I don't give a good goddamn if you get chipped or not. A chip just means if your sorry asses get kidnapped I gotta go to all the trouble of trying to bring you back, and I'd just as soon not have to bother. With that said, any'a you punks want to man up instead of being some pinko leftie flag-burning commie, well I may just damn well faint from surprise."

He huffed an annoyed breath through his nose, giving his charges a challenging glare. "Questions!?"

Wednesday morning!
( The Vilf List: Condors )


[ ooc: Harlow tried to be the best copycat she could, in order to make it look real enough that people will go look at the photo URL (a new, bare twitter account, not Harlow's own) during internet time, but let's be real, if you haven't gotten on her bad side, she felt too bad to give anyone a low score even if she has to sound like Karim while justifying it. Visually the lists posted today look the same but somehow, it's not quite right. ]

WHO: Everyone! Except those Damn Dirty Swans
WHAT: Condor's Tiki Bikini Beach Paradise Party A-Go-Go!
WHEN: Saturday all day, going into the evening
WHERE: The new lake
STATUS: IC/OOC Log

( Tiki Bikini Beach Paradise Party A-Go-Go! )

WHO: Percy Rathborne and Team Condor
WHAT: Condor get their (far more expected) talking-to for their egg performance
WHEN: Monday, Training Period
WHERE: Training Warehouses
STATUS: IC/OOC Log

The Condors were treated to their weekly shout-fest from Rathborne, heightened by their abysmal loss of the egg challenge. Not that Percy had expected them to win - he was learning to manage his expectations for you losers - but he had at least dared to hope that they wouldn't be last. Also he lost a bet with Rudd, which he reminded them of regularly and in very loud volume. He made it perfectly clear how unhappy he is to be the proud leader of the most useless goddamn team in this godforsaken backwater pissant hellhole.

There was the usual spittle-flying diatribe that is probably starting to lose its effect, which possibly included a firsthand demonstration on how easy it is to break eggs (re: him throwing eggs from a carton at them as they ran through today's workout). Pushups for all!