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018. [spam » audio]
Aug. 1st, 2013 12:21 am[spam for Kozak]
[It's been one year and a day since Perry left L.A. -- his world's version of it, anyway -- to become Kozak's warden; several months since their tenuous arrangement first put them on the path to sharing one meal a day in one another's company to forego their mutual irritation with one another's tendency to avoid warden/inmate meetings if ever there was something they disagreed on the importance of talking about. Just three days since experiencing a glimpse of something near enough to home to make a man realize how long he's been gone.
He's preparing dinner, letting the notion that he's actually homesick settle in as properly ludicrous before dismissing it from his thoughts, when his cell phone beeps from where it's lying on the counter. He picks it up, and the message it displays might have alarmed him if his inmate hadn't chosen that particular moment to let himself in.
Perry throws him a significant glance before tossing the Item at him with little more warning than that and a perfectly conversational:] Happy anniversary.
[Public, later]
Those of you who know him [read: those of you who work in the lab], Dr. Kozak is no longer an inmate as of today. So if you want to get in that last round of fetch-- [He's joking, of course, but a sound of indignation from somewhere in the room briefly interjects anyway, making it evident that Kozak is present for this message as well.] --I'd recommend doing it now, before he manages to jump ship.
((ooc: Kozak has graduated! He won't be making his own post, so if you want to say goodbye, feel free to do that while he's listening in on Perry's comm here. It's a two-for-one special.))
[It's been one year and a day since Perry left L.A. -- his world's version of it, anyway -- to become Kozak's warden; several months since their tenuous arrangement first put them on the path to sharing one meal a day in one another's company to forego their mutual irritation with one another's tendency to avoid warden/inmate meetings if ever there was something they disagreed on the importance of talking about. Just three days since experiencing a glimpse of something near enough to home to make a man realize how long he's been gone.
He's preparing dinner, letting the notion that he's actually homesick settle in as properly ludicrous before dismissing it from his thoughts, when his cell phone beeps from where it's lying on the counter. He picks it up, and the message it displays might have alarmed him if his inmate hadn't chosen that particular moment to let himself in.
Perry throws him a significant glance before tossing the Item at him with little more warning than that and a perfectly conversational:] Happy anniversary.
[Public, later]
Those of you who know him [read: those of you who work in the lab], Dr. Kozak is no longer an inmate as of today. So if you want to get in that last round of fetch-- [He's joking, of course, but a sound of indignation from somewhere in the room briefly interjects anyway, making it evident that Kozak is present for this message as well.] --I'd recommend doing it now, before he manages to jump ship.
((ooc: Kozak has graduated! He won't be making his own post, so if you want to say goodbye, feel free to do that while he's listening in on Perry's comm here. It's a two-for-one special.))
017. [audio]
Jul. 26th, 2013 03:22 pm[With Silent Hill still considerably more recent in his memory than it has any right to be, Perry is understandably reluctant to take the Admiral's lack of indication in his announcement of where the Barge has found itself this time as a good sign, however routine this particular landing may seem-- which is why, upon checking the coffee table for the supplies the Admiral has so generously provided, he's honestly not sure he believes what he sees when he picks up the map in question.
Los Angeles. There's just no way in hell.]
[Private to Kozak]
Meet me on deck; ten minutes. No excuses.
Los Angeles. There's just no way in hell.]
[Private to Kozak]
Meet me on deck; ten minutes. No excuses.
016. [audio » spam]
May. 9th, 2013 03:53 pm( cw: discovery of a desecrated corpse )
[Private to Rhade]
[This he keeps short and to the point, explanation enough in the tone of his voice:] Where's Ben?
[Filtered to Infirmary Staff]
Whoever's on duty, I've got a body for you. Do whatever you need to do to make sure he's comfortable. ["--while he death tolls," is the end of that sentence, but it doesn't make it past his gritted teeth. There's a distinct possibility that this message would go on to say that they might want to prepare for a possible gunshot victim soon, to boot, but angry as he is he's not stupid enough to risk anyone getting in the way of tracking down who did this, however he might react to finding them.
Instead, he focuses on maintaining some degree of professionalism. Death on the Barge being what it is, it's some small comfort to know that no witnesses doesn't strictly mean no witnesses.] If you can, try to get a story out of him about what happened when he wakes up. Our killer's still at large.
[And with that, any discussion that can wait for the short trek to the infirmary can be had in person. For that matter, any discussion that can't wait two goddamn minutes can fucking wait until he gets to the infirmary, because he's perfectly happy not talking over Kozak's broken corpse, thank you.]
[Spam for Zack] (after these conversations)
[Two minutes exactly. He's already acquired Kozak's medical records from the infirmary staff and can be found standing at the aforementioned's bedside, staring impassively at the notes therein. The death toll's already reset Kozak's body, but it's hard to look at him right now without seeing him drenched in his own blood. The file in his hands seems insubstantial, by comparison.
He snaps it shut when Zack enters the infirmary, meeting him halfway to minimize their proximity to the bed Kozak currently occupies. He tersely hands it over for the other's evaluation, no preamble, no formal greeting, just business and an undercurrent of fierce protectiveness.]
( Private to Ben, later )
[Private to Rhade]
[This he keeps short and to the point, explanation enough in the tone of his voice:] Where's Ben?
[Filtered to Infirmary Staff]
Whoever's on duty, I've got a body for you. Do whatever you need to do to make sure he's comfortable. ["--while he death tolls," is the end of that sentence, but it doesn't make it past his gritted teeth. There's a distinct possibility that this message would go on to say that they might want to prepare for a possible gunshot victim soon, to boot, but angry as he is he's not stupid enough to risk anyone getting in the way of tracking down who did this, however he might react to finding them.
Instead, he focuses on maintaining some degree of professionalism. Death on the Barge being what it is, it's some small comfort to know that no witnesses doesn't strictly mean no witnesses.] If you can, try to get a story out of him about what happened when he wakes up. Our killer's still at large.
[And with that, any discussion that can wait for the short trek to the infirmary can be had in person. For that matter, any discussion that can't wait two goddamn minutes can fucking wait until he gets to the infirmary, because he's perfectly happy not talking over Kozak's broken corpse, thank you.]
[Spam for Zack] (after these conversations)
[Two minutes exactly. He's already acquired Kozak's medical records from the infirmary staff and can be found standing at the aforementioned's bedside, staring impassively at the notes therein. The death toll's already reset Kozak's body, but it's hard to look at him right now without seeing him drenched in his own blood. The file in his hands seems insubstantial, by comparison.
He snaps it shut when Zack enters the infirmary, meeting him halfway to minimize their proximity to the bed Kozak currently occupies. He tersely hands it over for the other's evaluation, no preamble, no formal greeting, just business and an undercurrent of fierce protectiveness.]
( Private to Ben, later )
015. [spam] for Kozak
May. 9th, 2013 03:49 pm(Backdated a couple of days.)
[Just for something different to do on this particular day, Perry had decided he was commandeering the spa-- mostly on the merit that it was there (if sorely neglected), with a healthy side-order of 'why the hell not', but there was something to be said for giving himself a day off from waiting and preparing for whatever the Admiral had in store that warranted such an ominous advance warning. He'd gone so far as to make a sort of picnic lunch outing of it, convincing Kozak to forego their usual dinner arrangement to meet him there instead.
Their interactions since Lakeside have been almost companionable, in their own way, and while in many ways it's a subtle change, it's opened up numerous avenues of discussion they might have previously met with nothing but recalcitrance. Their last several 'meetings' have incorporated a long-agreed upon game of twenty questions, both quickly learning how to navigate one another's tendency for evasive questions and answers, respectively. For the most part Perry's been as honest as he has scrupulous, never giving more information for a single question than the question itself calls for, but it's a game of give and take. By forcing Kozak into specificity, the questions themselves have only become more direct, more capable of obtaining informative answers.
On the one hand, it was probably a mistake to encourage this behavior. On the other-- well, on the other he's finishing giving himself a manicure, to be perfectly honest. But in the end he's found that there isn't a single thing his inmate has thought to ask that he's been genuinely reluctant to share, and he's gotten as much out of the exchange in return.]
[Just for something different to do on this particular day, Perry had decided he was commandeering the spa-- mostly on the merit that it was there (if sorely neglected), with a healthy side-order of 'why the hell not', but there was something to be said for giving himself a day off from waiting and preparing for whatever the Admiral had in store that warranted such an ominous advance warning. He'd gone so far as to make a sort of picnic lunch outing of it, convincing Kozak to forego their usual dinner arrangement to meet him there instead.
Their interactions since Lakeside have been almost companionable, in their own way, and while in many ways it's a subtle change, it's opened up numerous avenues of discussion they might have previously met with nothing but recalcitrance. Their last several 'meetings' have incorporated a long-agreed upon game of twenty questions, both quickly learning how to navigate one another's tendency for evasive questions and answers, respectively. For the most part Perry's been as honest as he has scrupulous, never giving more information for a single question than the question itself calls for, but it's a game of give and take. By forcing Kozak into specificity, the questions themselves have only become more direct, more capable of obtaining informative answers.
On the one hand, it was probably a mistake to encourage this behavior. On the other-- well, on the other he's finishing giving himself a manicure, to be perfectly honest. But in the end he's found that there isn't a single thing his inmate has thought to ask that he's been genuinely reluctant to share, and he's gotten as much out of the exchange in return.]
014. [audio]
Mar. 29th, 2013 02:28 am((immediately following this.))
[He's partway through telling his inmate to shut up and sit down for a minute like a rational human being when Kozak visibly folds under the weight of some emotion, throwing open a window in search of relief from the claustrophobic atmosphere before Perry can think to interject. There is a distinct and immediate feeling of space and time itself lurching to a hard stop before it rights itself again. Perry's dimly aware of his own back to the wall next to the window, though not necessarily having crossed the room to get there. It's dark; oppressively so. Another barge-wide blackout?]
Kozak. [Like any member of civilized society in the 21st century, Perry's first instinct is to reach for his cell phone. It doesn't illuminate, meaning that either the battery is dead--something that has yet to happen even once since it was re-purposed as his Item several months ago--or something else is much more drastically wrong.] ... Kozak?
[Silence. He sets about finding his communicator in the dark, shortly to discover that it offers no illumination either.
Well...
Fuck.]
[Public; because figuring out if this thing has accessibility options isn't high on his priority list right now]
[It takes a false start or two and an overlong pause to make sure he isn't cutting himself off before he speaks:] Freddy, whatever you're doing I need you to drop it and get over here. Now.
(and, some time later...)
( Filtered; to Rhade, Narvin, and Megamind )
(days later, an hour or two after the Admiral's return.)
( Private to Rhade )
[He's partway through telling his inmate to shut up and sit down for a minute like a rational human being when Kozak visibly folds under the weight of some emotion, throwing open a window in search of relief from the claustrophobic atmosphere before Perry can think to interject. There is a distinct and immediate feeling of space and time itself lurching to a hard stop before it rights itself again. Perry's dimly aware of his own back to the wall next to the window, though not necessarily having crossed the room to get there. It's dark; oppressively so. Another barge-wide blackout?]
Kozak. [Like any member of civilized society in the 21st century, Perry's first instinct is to reach for his cell phone. It doesn't illuminate, meaning that either the battery is dead--something that has yet to happen even once since it was re-purposed as his Item several months ago--or something else is much more drastically wrong.] ... Kozak?
[Silence. He sets about finding his communicator in the dark, shortly to discover that it offers no illumination either.
Well...
Fuck.]
[Public; because figuring out if this thing has accessibility options isn't high on his priority list right now]
[It takes a false start or two and an overlong pause to make sure he isn't cutting himself off before he speaks:] Freddy, whatever you're doing I need you to drop it and get over here. Now.
(and, some time later...)
( Filtered; to Rhade, Narvin, and Megamind )
(days later, an hour or two after the Admiral's return.)
( Private to Rhade )
013. [spam » audio » text]
Feb. 24th, 2013 07:25 pm( Spam; for Kozak )
(Some hours later:)
[Audio; Filtered to anyone who worked in the lab or assisted those who did]
[It's been long enough now since receiving the cure that over audio, as is Perry's usual preference anyway, he sounds more or less the same as he would if he hadn't just spent the last couple of days suffering nanite super-flu, or whatever the fuck. If anything he just sounds a little bit tired, which probably isn't surprising in the least for anyone, right now.]
I'm not sure it gets said enough around here when these types of things happen, but--
[He hesitates a moment, trying to think of something more eloquent or meaningful, or at the very least less awkward. He's not the type of person to do this, but if he's picked up nothing else from wardening Kozak he knows that recognition of these things is important, so to hell with it.]
Thank you.
[Audio; Filtered to investigative types]
I haven't had access to the Network over the course of this thing, so if anyone wants to bring me up to speed on where we're at with figuring out who's responsible, I'd appreciate it.
[...and even though he still sounds just shy of collapsing back into bed for a while:] Let me know if I can help.
( Text; Private to Freddy Newendyke )
(Some hours later:)
[Audio; Filtered to anyone who worked in the lab or assisted those who did]
[It's been long enough now since receiving the cure that over audio, as is Perry's usual preference anyway, he sounds more or less the same as he would if he hadn't just spent the last couple of days suffering nanite super-flu, or whatever the fuck. If anything he just sounds a little bit tired, which probably isn't surprising in the least for anyone, right now.]
I'm not sure it gets said enough around here when these types of things happen, but--
[He hesitates a moment, trying to think of something more eloquent or meaningful, or at the very least less awkward. He's not the type of person to do this, but if he's picked up nothing else from wardening Kozak he knows that recognition of these things is important, so to hell with it.]
Thank you.
[Audio; Filtered to investigative types]
I haven't had access to the Network over the course of this thing, so if anyone wants to bring me up to speed on where we're at with figuring out who's responsible, I'd appreciate it.
[...and even though he still sounds just shy of collapsing back into bed for a while:] Let me know if I can help.
( Text; Private to Freddy Newendyke )
012. [video » audio]
Jan. 25th, 2013 12:26 am[Filtered to 'friends and acquaintances']*
[Those who know him better will realize that the video function on Perry's communicator is something that he rarely uses without very specific intent. Which makes it somewhat strange that he appears to be in the pub, and it doesn't seem as though anyone has died.]
I seem to recall something about 'not drinking alone' making it into my new year's resolutions somewhere. [He tips his glass for the camera to see; it's an open invitation.] I could use a little help if I'm going to keep that one past January.
[and then, added much later:]
( Audio; Private to Lia de Beaumont )
[Those who know him better will realize that the video function on Perry's communicator is something that he rarely uses without very specific intent. Which makes it somewhat strange that he appears to be in the pub, and it doesn't seem as though anyone has died.]
I seem to recall something about 'not drinking alone' making it into my new year's resolutions somewhere. [He tips his glass for the camera to see; it's an open invitation.] I could use a little help if I'm going to keep that one past January.
[and then, added much later:]
( Audio; Private to Lia de Beaumont )
*one friendly conversation rule applies excluding Kozak
(post is backdated to the day following the end of breach)
(post is backdated to the day following the end of breach)
011. [text]
Dec. 9th, 2012 12:01 pm[Private to the Admiral]
[It isn't a long list, nor is it elaborate, but if it must be done then Perry comes from a school of thought wherein gifts serve a purpose significantly closer to propriety than philanthropy.]
Please deliver the following for Christmas:
Kozak
- a coat he might actually wear without complaint (w/ detachable lining for continued use during warmer weather)
- a stress ball durable enough to double as a chew-toy
Rhade
- a very nice bottle of Scotch
(acquaintances)*
- something appropriately cute/festive/meaningless
[added later]
Tony Stark
- just deliver all of the shit** his little robot has been hoarding to his cabin for him
(*Steph, Leslie, Angua, etc. "One friendly conversation" rule applies with the caveat: ladies only.
**imagine more clutter and less baseball; anything small/trinket-y enough to get stolen probably has by now)
[It isn't a long list, nor is it elaborate, but if it must be done then Perry comes from a school of thought wherein gifts serve a purpose significantly closer to propriety than philanthropy.]
Please deliver the following for Christmas:
Kozak
- a coat he might actually wear without complaint (w/ detachable lining for continued use during warmer weather)
- a stress ball durable enough to double as a chew-toy
Rhade
- a very nice bottle of Scotch
(acquaintances)*
- something appropriately cute/festive
[added later]
Tony Stark
- just deliver all of the shit** his little robot has been hoarding to his cabin for him
(*Steph, Leslie, Angua, etc. "One friendly conversation" rule applies with the caveat: ladies only.
**imagine more clutter and less baseball; anything small/trinket-y enough to get stolen probably has by now)
010. [video]
Nov. 11th, 2012 03:03 pm[A short while after this thread: It should probably be either comforting or unsettling that Perry's immediate response upon discovering a corpse hasn't actually changed in the time he's spent here, but at the end of the day detached professionalism doesn't leave much room for either one. He doesn't immediately recognize the poor bastard as anyone he's seen before on the network or otherwise, rifling quickly through his pockets to discover a wallet--complete with pictures of family, poor bastard indeed--and an FBI ID: Special Agent Ronald Sandoval.
Recognizing neither the picture nor the name, Perry reaches for his communicator, the ID still in one hand, and gives the body another quick glance over as he switches on the device--]
[Warden filter]
[--and frowns at the corpse's sleeve momentarily before returning his attention to what he was doing.]
If anyone knows an Agent Sandoval or someone who'd have felt it necessary to give him an abnormally warm welcome, I could use you up on deck. [He finally moves to stand, looking from the ID to the body as he continues.] ...Or out hauling in our killer, whichever's more convenient. Looks like our friend here was beaten to death, if that narrows it down.
[Only then does he glance at the comm itself.] I'll be here in the meantime.
Recognizing neither the picture nor the name, Perry reaches for his communicator, the ID still in one hand, and gives the body another quick glance over as he switches on the device--]
[Warden filter]
[--and frowns at the corpse's sleeve momentarily before returning his attention to what he was doing.]
If anyone knows an Agent Sandoval or someone who'd have felt it necessary to give him an abnormally warm welcome, I could use you up on deck. [He finally moves to stand, looking from the ID to the body as he continues.] ...Or out hauling in our killer, whichever's more convenient. Looks like our friend here was beaten to death, if that narrows it down.
[Only then does he glance at the comm itself.] I'll be here in the meantime.
009. [audio]
Nov. 8th, 2012 05:56 am[Perry doesn't make a habit of posting to the network at large all too often; anything important enough to warrant a call can be done privately and talking for the sake of it is Harry's spiel, not his. What he does make a habit of, however, is listening. His communicator's never all that far from his reach and keeping tabs on the regular network traffic has served him pretty well thus far in terms of staying aware of what's what.
Today, he takes one look at the spike in activity and resolutely pockets his comm. Anyone particularly observant may have noticed the briefest moment of dead air in the form of a public audio post before he changed his mind-- but he hasn't got anything to say, no one to invoke. The device stays close at hand, regardless. If he glances at it a little more frequently than usual, it's the increase in traffic he's attempting to keep up with (never mind that, for today, he isn't paying attention to any of the public filters).]
(ooc: 4th wall day, go.)
Today, he takes one look at the spike in activity and resolutely pockets his comm. Anyone particularly observant may have noticed the briefest moment of dead air in the form of a public audio post before he changed his mind-- but he hasn't got anything to say, no one to invoke. The device stays close at hand, regardless. If he glances at it a little more frequently than usual, it's the increase in traffic he's attempting to keep up with (never mind that, for today, he isn't paying attention to any of the public filters).]
(ooc: 4th wall day, go.)