Sep/17/14
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Anonymous;
If you woke up one day and the Butterflies were one person, or several people, what would you do?

I wouldn’t be very amused. Creating successful illusions with a few people or one person would be pretty much impossible, and I don’t particularly like people. Butterflies? Cool. Moths? Awesome. Spiders? All right, I can deal with that. People? No. Hell no. Standing-on-the-coffee-table-with-a-broom no.

I guess I’d try and figure out how and why it happened and then see if I could reverse it, but 90% of that would still be me not being amused.


Sep/17/14
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Sep/16/14
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theonion:

Man Not Himself Until He Has So Much Coffee He Feels Like He’s Going To Die

Sep/15/14
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hannawolfcross;
"Her name is Marina Aleresa. And she was turned into a succubus and therefore was put into containment by Dr. Clef. And then somehow managed to escape without setting off any alarms. I informed Dr. Clef right after she told me. She texted me to say she was re-captured. So I wanted to know if I could bring her food so she wouldn't be tempted to do it again." [[It was urls Clefie and Mari-Aleresa]]

"Huh. Well, I don’t know what old Cleffie’s been telling you, but this is the Foundation, not a fucking hotel or babysitting club. If it gets out, we up the containment procedures. We don’t let outsiders come in and coddle them. Most of ‘em soon learn that cooperation is their best bet for a relatively comfortable life, and if they don’t, then whatever, they can just be miserable."


Sep/15/14
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hannawolfcross;
"Hey. Am I allowed to bring Mari stuff to eat. It seemed the reason for her last escape. So I thought I'd help try to minimize that by bringing her food."

"All right, you’re gonna have to fill me in seems I apparently spend a few days on the field and all hell breaks loose. Who, what, and escape?”


Sep/15/14
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Anonymous;
Newsflash: The entirety of O5 are kondraki's bitches.

You heard it here first, folks.


Sep/15/14
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Anonymous;
Have you ever been involved in a crime in the civilian world?

Not anything serious, nah. I mean I’ve jaywalked a few times. When I was on the road I’d steal the leftover food restaurants would throw out. I’ve parked in a few no park zones. I know, living la vida with extra loca over here. Oh, I did break in to a lot of abandoned places. Some of those ended better than others.

Aside from things like that that literally everyone does, though, nothing. Unless you count some of the things I did in the civilian world but under Foundation employment (as in, I was off site), then maybe, but not while I was a civilian. Just as well, really. I’m far too pretty for prison.


o5-command:

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We have better things to worry about than Kondraki’s ego.

Things O5 are doing:


Sep/12/14
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untrustyou:

Marlee Banta

Security Breach

kitsunethrax:

As the excitement and need of food faded, Thrax succumbed to panic from being trapped in an unfamiliar place once again and slunk back to a corner of the cell. While his stomach was gnawing at him from the inside out, and he had a fear of being caged, no immediate harm was coming to him and he was calming down, very slowly. At least this situation was much better than the one he had in the memories this place reminded him of. 

He still didn’t remotely trust the man behind the glass, though. While they waited for the food to arrive, the fox thought up some lies to tell the other if asked, despite his fear. He had seen a few documents open on the computers he passed on the way in here, the title of one being ‘GoI Acquisition Report #1005: Marshall, Carter and Dark (MC&D)’. There were a few others, but that was the only information that really stuck in his mind.. 

It was a fair while before the D-class arrived with the chicken, but when he did and the door to the cell was opened, it startled the fox terribly. Seeing the new, unfamiliar person walking through the door, something clicked in the fox’s mind as a fight-or-flight response, and the resulting (subconscious) illusion would probably tell someone right away how Thrax got in. 

The fox turned invisible. That wasn’t exactly correct, however.. actually making oneself transparent would take far too much energy. This was an illusion of the mind, rather than a visible one. If one were to look at the area where Thrax was currently cowering, they wouldn’t see anything, or at least wouldn’t notice him, as if he was in a blind spot.

It was a sort of filter on perception that covered him, a gentle nudge to not notice him being there. Others like Kondraki who knew he was there already wouldn’t be nearly as affected by it, though; they’d be able to see the fox, but it would be harder to focus on him. 

The wait for the food was pretty uneventful, and Kondraki took the opportunity to scroll through a few things on his phone and make sure he wasn’t missing any drama anywhere else. This was certainly not what he’d expected when he’d woken up that morning, but as far as things went at the Foundation, it could have been a whole lot worse.

Finally the D-class arrived and Kondraki went through the usual routine of making absolutely every instruction completely and one hundred per cent clear, mainly because he couldn’t trust these bastards to not fuck up at the slightest opportunity. He hoped it would go smoothly for his sake rather than the D-class’s, as if the fox creature proved to be violent or otherwise troublesome, it was going to end up as more work on his desk.

Things did go smoothly - up until the point the fox vanished, of course. Kondraki cursed, stepping up closer to the door to see if he could still spot it, and if he squinted he could just about make something out, still in the same corner as the fox had been hunched in, but it was a very unclear picture, flickering in and out of focus not unlike 408 before their illusions settled properly.

"Just put the food down," Kondraki told the D-class, who was understandably alarmed. "Then back up. No, it’s still there, I can see it. Kind of. What do you mean you can’t see it at all? It’s right there. No? What? What do you mean, kind of? Make your mind up. For fuck’s sake.”

That was worrying. Kondraki could only hope it was an effect on the fox’s part and not something that would get him hauled off for investigation himself. 

"All right, if you’re done start backing out." As he spoke, Kondraki kept his eyes firmly on the fox’s outline, hoping that it wasn’t going to make a break for the door or something. If there was one thing he was wary of, it was things that couldn’t be seen.