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11:50 AM
Who: All characters who received a black envelope.
What: meeting cont. with input from outside...
When: May 8th, 5 pm [i think?]
Where: Anhalt Building, 1005 E. Roy Street.
Status: Open; in progress.
Mickey stood off to the side, periodically nudging his ear with his hand, trying to keep the music going when the news feeds bubbled up, wanting his attention. A sharp sound of an alarm sent his senses inward, his body stilling, eyes going up and disfocused as he sought sense from the ping. Something was important, something tripped an alert...
He murmured under his breath as he listened to the news spot, not realizing he spoke aloud. "Word reporter here, live on the spot. I'm seeing some smoke coming out of the underground here." Mickey made a noise of frustration, turning as if seeking an image to go with the sound and words he was saying. "It's unclear exactly what's going on, but the police appear to be evacuating area residents from Pioneer Square just over the--" a small hiccup, his voice rising rapidly as the words poured unwittingly from mind to mouth, "Joker Underground. I don't see any jokers here, even though there's some talk on the street already about a registration bill."
His gaze snapped back into almost focus abruptly, turning as if to look at the others, even though his gaze didn't settle on anything but the wall beyond. He rocked from foot to foot, hands clamped in agitation. "What is that smoke coming from? Are we looking at terrorist activity? Police aren't- wait, no, I'm a reporter. I have a right to be here. Wait, no..."
He went silent, both hands coming up to press against his eyes, then digging at his ear. "No, no, I need more. Where is it, why can't I get it when I want it. Damnit I need that back."
What: meeting cont. with input from outside...
When: May 8th, 5 pm [i think?]
Where: Anhalt Building, 1005 E. Roy Street.
Status: Open; in progress.
Mickey stood off to the side, periodically nudging his ear with his hand, trying to keep the music going when the news feeds bubbled up, wanting his attention. A sharp sound of an alarm sent his senses inward, his body stilling, eyes going up and disfocused as he sought sense from the ping. Something was important, something tripped an alert...
He murmured under his breath as he listened to the news spot, not realizing he spoke aloud. "Word reporter here, live on the spot. I'm seeing some smoke coming out of the underground here." Mickey made a noise of frustration, turning as if seeking an image to go with the sound and words he was saying. "It's unclear exactly what's going on, but the police appear to be evacuating area residents from Pioneer Square just over the--" a small hiccup, his voice rising rapidly as the words poured unwittingly from mind to mouth, "Joker Underground. I don't see any jokers here, even though there's some talk on the street already about a registration bill."
His gaze snapped back into almost focus abruptly, turning as if to look at the others, even though his gaze didn't settle on anything but the wall beyond. He rocked from foot to foot, hands clamped in agitation. "What is that smoke coming from? Are we looking at terrorist activity? Police aren't- wait, no, I'm a reporter. I have a right to be here. Wait, no..."
He went silent, both hands coming up to press against his eyes, then digging at his ear. "No, no, I need more. Where is it, why can't I get it when I want it. Damnit I need that back."