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William T. Spears ([personal profile] gtfo_mypersonalspace) wrote in [community profile] caughtinanetwork2012-06-25 11:15 pm

Accidental Video

[ The last thing William remembers is dodging a running tackle from his subordinate, Grell Sutcliff. A tackle that would have had him falling off the side of a life boat and into the frigged water it floated in, if he hadn't dodged. But he did dodge, so why in the name of DEATH is he currently soaking wet? ]

Ronald Knox, this is not a game. We are here on assignment. Honestly.

[ Because his other co-worker, Ronald, must have pushed him over board while he was busy dodging Grell, right? It's the only logical answer since "mysteriously appearing in a giant underwater city" is just absurd.

Well, luckily for William, his SFC appeared just as mysteriously at his feet. And somehow managed to start recording all on its own, fancy that! So, go on and take in the lovely sight of a drenched and grumpy reaper who's trying, in vain, to comb his hair back into place. Because, once he realizes his not in London anymore, he'll want some answers. ]
cheapshinigami: (intellectual)

[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-26 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Now he is looking right at William's face through the communicator.]

Well, you have arrived at Vatheon, which is an underwater city. Unfortunately, for some as of yet unknown reason, we are trapped here.

This device is called the Star Fish Communicator. It allows you to communicate with other residents. You may broadcast to the general public, as the SFC did just now, or you may send the feed to some select people. Mind you, it seems that the private messages may be hacked.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-27 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Is it his imagination, or is he reliving the exact same thoughts he had when he first arrived. And now that he thinks of it, this newcomer seems to fit quite accurately Grell Sutcliff's description of his boss...]

Yes, there is a listing of residents on the device. If you choose a name you may be able to send him or her [Or it, in some cases.] a private message.
cheapshinigami: (gentleman)

[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-27 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
My name is Seiichirou Tatsumi. [Yes, western order should be the best way to give out his name.] Nice to make your acquaintance.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-27 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Death God? [Yep, this must be Sutcliff's boss.] How interesting... I am one too...

By the way, would you happen to be Sutcliff-san's boss?
cheapshinigami: ([ annoyed ])

[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-28 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
I will be glad to assist a fellow Death God in adjusting to this world.

[No, probably not... Grell will be happy, though...]

Indeed, I met soon after I arrived here.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-28 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He bows.] You're welcome.

[Irritation? Well if he was Sutcliff's boss... Yes, he definitely understands. As an outsider, he doesn't mind much Grell's company.] Yes, I suppose I do.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-28 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Spears-san. [He hasn't see around in a while anyway. Well, just a few brief feeds to know he's still around.]
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-30 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Let me know if there's anything you need. You can use this device to reach me.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-30 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He bows.] I wouldn't be opposed to meeting you in person sometime.

But for the moment I must go back to work. It was nice meeting you, Spears-san.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-06-30 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Do not concern yourself about that. It should be fine.

[He nods.] Good luck getting settled.
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[personal profile] cheapshinigami 2012-07-02 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
I will look forward to that. [And with a nod, he turns off the feed.]