text;

Jun. 30th, 2013 12:38 pm
othersdie: as fragile as a butterfly in May (Anxious: Anywhere but up)
This isn't over.

The deities didn't create rules--they enforced them. Whoever or whatever is above them is, presumably, still there. The only thing that this revolution has changed is who oversees us. We're not free. Our problems aren't gone.

We can't be sure that we'll be better off. What do we know about the people who have replaced the deities? Do we know where they came from? What they truly want? Now that they control whatever power the deities had, what are they going to do with it? They've made promises, but what have they done for us? Were they any more forgiving or any less ruthless than the deities during the fighting?

Nothing gets better in the City. Maybe this time will be an exception, but I see no reason to hope for much. We'll still lose people we come to care about. We'll still be at the mercy of our captors, even if they aren't the ones we're used to.

Be careful. Don't hesitate to contact the police if there's trouble.


[COMMENTS]
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Confused)
[There is a bird standing on top of this camera--no, pecking this camera. If it wasn't talking, it would be an unremarkable little brown bird.]

I just want a chance. I want to start over.

[For those who have been following the network today, it shouldn't be surprising to hear a bird using Justin's voice (or what sounds like Justin's voice; he doesn't usually sound quite so desperate).

Peck peck peck.]


I just want a chance. I want to start over.

I just want a chance. I want to start over.

[Peck peck--click!]

Private Text // Off Network )

[ooc: Video is entiiirely accidental and Justin won't know about it until he's informed. Additionally, my notifs are kind of wonky; please forgive me if replies aren't quick!]
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Cursed)
[action]

[Justin, looking older and more worn than usual, is in the garden. If his rumpled appearance or the cigarettes don't indicate a cursed state, his complete inaction should. He's seldom idle, usually, and the police force has been keeping him occupied lately.

But right now, he's sitting under a tree. Smoking. Looking either bored or blank--it's difficult to tell. He's not going anywhere soon.]



[text]

This again. And again, and again, and again. The details change but the plot repeats itself. Not just one weekend a month or even here alone. Listen to the clock. Each tick is just like the one preceding it, like the one following it. Tedious second after tedious second. Identical seconds, adding up to minutes and hours and days and years that blur together into a single unremarkable life until, finally, we have the privilege of dying.

I wonder why we bother living through the tedium.

Why do we consider life so valuable when it ultimately comes to nothing?


[ooc: Cursed with The Years That Never Were. This is a Justin I've been working on for a while, so there's an explanation for the curious. Responses will come from the curse journal, mostly.]

[COMMENTS]
othersdie: as fragile as a butterfly in May (Anxious: Anywhere but up)
Welcome--or welcome back--to the City.

I'm around if you need me.


[Action]

[It's a lackluster post to the network, but Justin isn't worried about making the strangers feel welcome. There are a very few, very specific people he's looking for. He delayed the post, unsure if seeing them would be a good thing or a bad thing.

Better to regret, perhaps...

Justin can be contacted via his network device or found in any of his usual haunts--the fringes of Xanadu, the police station, the apartment that he's currently sharing with Neil and Todd. He's exceptionally melancholy today (and has been, for some time), which is no small achievement considering his usual disposition. Approach at will. Should anyone choose to check the apartment, they may have to face Justin's recently-adopted tabby in addition to an abysmal mood.]


[COMMENTS]

[text]

Jun. 15th, 2012 07:12 pm
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Defeated)
What do you believe happens to the dead once they leave the City?

I won't contest religious beliefs.


[Flagged to Dean // Open to Police Force Members and Affiliates]
I'd like to request a few days off, assuming no one else gets murdered. Please.

[COMMENTS]
othersdie: truly, I have wept too much (Lost)
[Justin isn't a fan of talking out loud when typing will do, but this is video for a reason. That reason is a thin orange tabby who is curled up quite happily in Justin's lap, sound asleep and purring.

Does this cat belong to anyone? I hu--I... I mean, I found her. On my way home from work. Please message me if she's yours.

[The video feed ends, but Justin keeps talking in a rather melancholy monotone.]

This curse--many of the curses--are harmless, but no one in the City should become too... compliant. It's tempting to become accustomed to curses, to--to death. In a place where death is seldom more than a temporary and upsetting setback, we shouldn't be careless. We shouldn't assume that, if we die, we'll come back.

Not everyone comes back, not every time. Death can be permanent, even here. Some of you know that--maybe you've heard, or maybe you've been here long enough to see someone die and not return--but if you don't, keep it in mind. Be careful. Don't take unnecessary risks during curses or... or take the life that you have for granted. Even if you're dead within the City, you still have this existence; don't treat it lightly.

[There's a breath as if he's getting ready to say something else, but he evidently thinks better of it and ends the feed.]

[Filtered to Police / Unhackable] )

[Private / Unhackable] )

[COMMENTS]

[text]

Apr. 10th, 2012 08:15 pm
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Deskwork)
Police Filter // Unhackable // The Shakespeare Murders )
I don't know if the deities give us our lives back every so often to be kind or to be cruel.  Being dead isn't that bad, provided you aren't given reminders of what you can never truly have back.


[Filtered to Friends]

If possible, try not to travel around the City alone. 


[COMMENTS]


[ooc: If your character has talked to Justin more than once or twice in a friendly sort of way, they're probably considered a friend (or close enough to one).  Please correct me if I've mucked anything up/missed anything where the murders are concerned!]

7 [text]

Mar. 27th, 2012 09:22 pm
othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Glasses: Reading)
Police Filter // Unhackable )

Filtered to Dean // Unhackable )

For those who haven’t heard, Todd Anderson has written a play called “Like Clockwork” that will likely be performed in May. If you are interested in helping with the play’s production, contact Neil Perry. Please consider attending.

Additionally, in light of recent allegations, I would like to issue this reminder: the police officers in the City are as susceptible to curses as anyone else. Like everyone else, they cannot be held responsible for actions they take while under the influence of a curse.


I wonder if the rest of spring will be as eventful as its beginning.

Private // Off Network )


[COMMENTS]

6 [text]

Mar. 10th, 2012 01:37 am
othersdie: as fragile as a butterfly in May (Anxious: Anywhere but up)
I hope that everyone has had time to recover from their experiences in the desert.

That was a strange curse, and strangely anticlimactic. I don't know what I was expecting, but it's worrisome--the sudden split, the apparent lack of control that the deities had over the event (but their amount of control has been brought into question before now), the abrupt disappearance of the desert. The City has an inherent instability to it. I understand that. I wish I understood something beyond that.

Someone--Rosella?--mentioned an hourglass. It seems like sand has always been making random appearances in the City (as far as I can remember) and everything seems to revolve around time: the Clock always (or almost always) ticks, the twelve apartment complexes are arranged around the center of the City like numbers on a clock face, most curses last twenty-four hours, other curses are so regular that they could be marked on a calender.

Sand and time. Did the hourglass get turned upside-down? Is there any significance to the fact that one City was sand and the other was glass when glass can be made from sand? How much control do the deities have and how much power do the other beings that we've seen before have? How much power do we have?

Not that it matters. The City exists whether or not we're here, whether or not we remember, and whether or not we care enough to worry about what it is and what its purpose is. Maybe the City isn't a sentient thing or a twisted experiment; maybe it's a world like any other where individuals don't mean anything. Maybe the Clock would keep ticking if we all vanished (if a clock works in a universe where no one can hear it, does it make a sound?). Right now, I'm inclined to think of us as grains of sand in relation to the City as a whole.

Filtered to Neil and Todd // Unhackable )

Private // Off Network )

[ooc: The triumphant return of mopey tl;dr that no one can read!]


[COMMENTS]

Profile

othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Default)
Justin Pendleton

January 2015

S M T W T F S
    123
45678910
1112131415 16 17
18 19 2021222324
25262728293031

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 22nd, 2017 06:26 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios