If so see anything else in that window, I'll have to investigate it, Mr Fitzroy. I plan on doing my job correctly.

Miss, will you be alright?

[ooc Hard-boiled PI, if you can see it through all of the phail, this is slowly killing me :'D ALSO, NO COMMENT NOTIFICATIONS, ETC.]

[Voice Post]

What the-... And this is another curse. Goddammit, this whole City must be like a zoo right now.

...My grandfather used to have a Spinone. Huh.

Is it just me, or is Fitzroy a unicorn?

[/Voice Post]

[ooc Replies may be late/slow/whatever, yes, he didn't mention last night on purpose.]

[Charcoal in hand, Mike shuffles to Tony's door. He hears indistinct voices inside, and thinks that Vicki'd be able to hear them, but... Vicki isn't a vampire, right now. It also seems like she's inside.]

[He knocks on the door, feeling like a bit of an idiot, but worry for Tony overrides that concern. He knocks again out of impatience.]Anyone ( Read more... )

I'm guessing no mass riots broke out at the inauguration ball, because if that'd happened by now I like to think I'd've heard about it.

Vicki, I don't care if Henry doesn't like the smell of food, I'm getting a coffee-maker; he's been outnumbered.

...And what the fuck is this thing?

[ooc Ryan, what the FUCK are we going to do about these mimes ( Read more... )

Thank Christ that mess is over.

Vicki, how are you settling in? Actually, where are you settling in? We're gonna have to fix up some new living-arrangement system. He sure as shit trusts you more than me; I'll find a new apartment.

Lee, how's that forest fire going?

Something is wrong with Fitzroy. He wasn't snarling, he was just... off. Extremely off. And I'll begrudge the ...romance writer a lot of things, but he isn't nuts.

That being said, I'll be out for the next... until this shit is over.

( ooc )

So I imagine in this place that public attention is pretty fluid, with things like yesterday running around (nice baritone, Fitzroy), so I’ll ask before anyone starts dancing: what’s this about the police force ( Read more... )

[Detective-Sergeant Michael Celluci had his hands out. In one was a cup of coffee, in the other was a set of car keys. He was standing in a way that would lead the average observer to believe that he had been about to step into his car, when the car had disappeared. The confused look on his face backed up this train of classification ( Read more... )

Gotta problem with how I play Mike? Say so here, even if you haven't read the series he's from though there's a few details about it right here.

Anonymous is fine, so is not!anonymous, or if you're not from polychromatic, or if it's about me as a player, not about Celluci (though if you do need to contact me about such a thing, I'd prefer over AIM/Email listed ( Read more... )

have a bit of his app for reference purposes:

( the mun )