((ooc: This entry takes place yesterday morning. I was just fail and late.))

( Private//hackable entry )

The decorations are so pretty, I've never seen anything quite like this before in my life. I wish I had an opportunity to go out and enjoy it. I'll live vicariously through all of you people, how about that?

IF I GET KIDNAPPED OR NEARLY SHOT OR BLOWN UP ONE MORE TIME SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE. SO MUCH.

I feel like I should press charges.

I need to go shopping. Come with me, I'll buy you some beer. I can't carry my groceries by myself yet.

Also, I have some ideas for Halloween that we need to discuss. Come on.

Vash, you're not invited, you sow.


By the way, it is freezing here. How can you people stand it being 50F in the day? Good Lord.

What a bad interesting weekend. It's almost funny that after two weekends as they've been, that suddenly there's an influx.

Vash, do you want to order take-out or something?

        [There's the sound of a car engine roaring at high speed, and raggae is accompanying the noise. And then, our brave heroine.]

TURN LEFT THERE!

STAMPEDE! I'm going to kill--*sneeze!*--you! You son of a bitch!




((ooc; this is Vash-mun's fault. Cheshire Cat randomly appeared in Meryl's house. Meryl is fiercely allergic to cats. Since canonically, Vash gets blamed for everything even if he was half a planet away, Meryl made the only logical choice of who to blame.))

And this is why I don't drive cars.

I honestly didn't expect this one. Jesus. If Vash got flip-flopped too, I'm going to shoot myself. He's enough of a woman without adding actual estrogen to it.

Okay! Listen up, Desai! Meryl Stryfe here, of Center-City Central Hub News!

I don't care if you're a man, a woman, an apricot or what! If you realize something is off, I want to talk to you! Yes, you. Even you over in the corner--just stop doing that. Ew.


          [a disappointed 'aww' from a male voice in the background]


It's obviously no mystery this place is a bit screwed up, so it's about time some cooperation starts. Whatever you believe to be the truth, if you've been told, "Hey, you're not the same as you've been!" apply here. There's got to be a pattern guys, and if we can find one and be noisy about it--something I have the ability to do right now--let's do it! Front and center!

( Private//hackable because No-Man's Land people fail )


It figures my first project as an action reporter is planning to take me to Tayon. I have my doubts about this job, but oh well. It's as simple as doing interviews with people who live there and whatnot. Shouldn't be too bad if I go during the day. With a gun. And body armor.

Pheh.

Figures I'd get here and Milly wouldn't be answering. At least I have my mini-cam...

ALRIGHT!

Meryl Stryfe of NMBN here, just arrived from the world No-Man's Land. I'm looking for a man by the name of VASH THE STAMPEDE.

He's around six feet tall... Looks a level shy of emaciated. Has a hairstyle that looks like he shoved a fork into a live toaster. Bzzt. Oh, and you can't miss him because he wears a TARGET RED long coat because he has some delusions of superheroesque grandeur.

Help and leads are greatly appreciated!

I tried to go home today, as today was the last day of my vacation. I'm due home, but when I got there and they scanned my ticket, they told me it wasn't a valid ticket. Now, normally I'd think that not having a valid ticket would raise eyebrows and they'd pull me into a room to talk with me. That'd be the logical thing.

You know what they did?

Told me to go back to a hotel and wait for them to call me. What the hell! I can't afford that! I haven't been able to touch my bank account through the communication's portal since Vash got here. When I asked how long this might take, they said a couple of weeks at least. This is completely unacceptable. Getting a job in enough time to make money for shelter is downright impossible. I have enough for one night at a cheap motel, and that's it.

At this point, I can't even demand a supervisor. I spoke to one, and he agreed: no leaving. What am I supposed to do, now?

It's always such a pain. But I guess, living here, it wouldn't be perceived as such a strenuous reminder as much as, seemingly, a new beginning. It's amazing that, for as open as it is to come here, to this place, most of our world hasn't even heard of this place. Except those who can really afford it. But that's not very many. Hunh...

I really need to speak with--ah. Hmph. At least this will give me an opportunity to get back to work!

It was a lovely day, that I have to say for certain. I received a nice, practical gift from the Humanoid Typhoon. A typewriter. Who would have thought it? Of course, he might have gotten because he's shifty like that. Hmph.

I tried to use the communications portal to call home again, and again, it didn't work. What is up with that?

Oh, Mr. China, I just learned a new traditional dish. Let me know if I can bring you over a serving! I'd love your opinion.

We don't really have this back home. I guess this is because most people back home have no reason to be thankful or to praise any sort of deity. There's not even a lot of plant-life, so it's not like we could have trees or wreaths or... much anything else. And the energy brought out by the plants has better things to allocated to than decorations.

Still, everything's so beautiful here. I wonder if I should go out and look at everything. I should make Vash go with me.

This would be considered a massive liability, and so many people are dying. The quarantine's just at the end of the block, where I'm at. I can hear a lot of the conversations, and it's honestly a bit disturbing.

Ah!

Mr. Vash! I need to find him before he does something stupid like... get himself bitten while saving a cat or something.

Now, I know damn well I'm using the communications portal correctly to call home, but it's like... when I try, it's telling me that my home doesn't exist? I should march right on down to the Travel Agency and inform them the program they installed in this thing is broken! I need to tell the agency that Vash is alive, and he's here! Maybe they'll let me stay...

FYI: Never let this man convince you to go anywhere with him. Your head will implode.

Customs is an absolute nightmare. I realize it's necessary, but between the practical fondling of security, to the nightmare of people swarming around, trying to leave and arrive, I can honestly say when I buy my departure ticket, I'm picking for around two in the morning. I have to exchange my travel money for the currency here, even though I hear most places accept double-dollars, but still.

Vacation... I haven't had a good vacation since I was eighteen, and certainly never to Desai. It feels weird to be the only one here from back home, but. Hm.

Alright! So, what hotels are good here? Milly was supposed to arrange this for me, but I should have figured she might forget...

And it's so damn cold here.

{AUDIO ON}

--MEAN you have NO red tents left?! What the hell! Fine, get me a blue one. And a can of paint. Red paint.

Ma'am, it'll decrease how easy it is to get air in the tent if you paint it over--

He doesn't need air, so get me paint and one of those roller... things for it.

...alright, but you'll need a tray for it.

Ugh, whatever, just put it in the bag.

{/AUDIO OFF}

((ooc; If your character is out and about, feel free to run into Meryl! She needs more interactions, and this gives you guys the opportunity to get more interactions. For those curious, she's buying a tent for Vash's newly arranged apartment. Because she's actually horrible to her closest friends.))

Since apparently my apartment was built with a revolving door leading in but never letting anyone out, I'm going to have to pull a Vash. I need someone good with renovations, because God knows no one here wants me around powertools right now. Besides, I have an appointment to make, if I can get up what I need to to make it.

Work is going well. I'm glad the curse protection clauses created for the employees actually... protect them. I need a new journal, though. Yes, I've received about four leatherbound journals since my arrival here, and two of them are full and all of them got bleach on them today because the Colonel is a smartass and thought it'd be cute to ping off the walls and slam into it while I was cleaning out a trunk in the laundry room. Right after he chewed through the wires of actual washer, which means I'm going to have to take our laundry to a laundry mat until I get over being so pissed and can actually coherently purchase a new unit that won't be bright yellow or something.

Hi.


((ooc; link is ooc reference))

( Private//unhackable )


I hate this place.

I should head out for the night and actually try to have a life outside of this office.



((ooc: despite my hiatus post, I'm here all night and will use my phone to periodically drop responses D:))

Alright, folks! Listen up!

∴ ARCADIANA ENTERTAINMENT ∴
IS NOW HIRING FOR ALL POSITIONS

What does that mean? Well, let's take a look, shall we?

Written News } An official City paper is now being announced in competition to any and all current news papers currently distributed. We need talented writers both objection and subjective to provide detailed reports on happenings within the City, editorials, and even right down to comic strips if you want it. This paper is what you make of it, City! Your current editor and Editor in Chief until the positions have been filled will be me, Meryl Stryfe. Don't worry: censorship is against my nature. It'll have to be sick and make me worry for your mental health for me to lay a hard smackdown on the situation. Just... you can be uncensored and be HR appropriate.

Television } Originally, Arcadiana--prior to official name reveal--specialized in bringing news reports and was doing so to a very small scale due to complications in the past months. However, the scope of which we'll cover has officially grown and will take to covering everything from the news to actual television programming. Shows and the like. Are you a movie star in your world? Maybe an esteemed director of multi-billion double dollar movies? We want you here at Arcadiana. We'll be divulging everything right down to reality television shows, and bidding success between viewers and sponsers alike, will move to two channels in due time.

Publication } For those of you who aren't reporters and don't like those silly moving pictures, but prefer non-fiction and fiction writing, this is your channel. It's fun to have a tricksy library that likes to do everything you don't want it to do, and to have bookstores filled with books from various worlds, but as I've stressed before: we have enough intelligent and creative people to start creating our own things here in the City.

It's about time we stop relying on what's given to us upon arrival, and start creating!

Now, on the flipside, when I state that all positions are necessary, I'm requiring talent, security, technicians/engineers, and even janitorial staff as Arcadiana grows. Even if you're not sure if I need it but want to ask, feel free! I also need a lawyer.

Arcadiana is an investory ownership corporation of limited liability, and employees are more than welcome to buy shares to help themselves and the company. We will abide by all laws and regulations that a company should be held to, which includes an already set-up Human Resources department as of today. Arcadiana also includes a full action plan to handle situations that leave employees incapacitated by curses, or absent due to departures from the City. Why blame you for the things you have no control over?

In return, it will be expected that you be honest and respectful of Arcadiana, right down not taking advantage of the liberties that this company will give you considering the awkward circumstances the City brings.

Apply here for official interview dates and requirements, ask here for inquiries. Otherwise, please drop down to the station to inquire and apply in person!

And again, I NEED A LAWYER.

The first person to comment on about this cloud crap is going to hurt. Do not comment.


((ooc: So, she finally got a name for her company. And decided to advertise. I'll be sticking this on the front of my journal after comments dwindle and linking to it on posts I make for her every so often~ ♥ ))