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[05 Feb 2011|01:11pm]
Placeholder post for "Keeping Open" purposes.
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[09 Jan 2009|09:44pm]
[ mood | working ]

Now I'm the first one to admit that a preponderance of testosterone in the atmosphere is a highly arousing thing.

However, when it's Wolf testosterone THAT close to the Moon...

Let's just say that I'm glad the rest of the duty turn should be relatively calm, in spite of the Pack being out in furry form. After all, we can deal with them with silver nitrate and wards if necessary. We have no such option when it comes to our own Weres.

At least, not where the silver nitrate's concerned.

Still, no long term damage done. Mainly bruised necks and sprained egos, I think. Lys and Elizabeth have sorted them. At least I assume they have - Marti was still talking (actually, it was more like rasping, but that's for somebody else to tell her) about them going to the Vault tonight. (I'll deny it to the death, but the same hoarseness on Ciar is disturbingly Hot. What? I might be a genius, but I'm still human.)

Also, there are rumblings. No, not intestinal. And not, strangely, from the office or even from Aidan. From the Council. I'm not worrying anyone yet with what's being said, but let's just say that I think it damn well stinks to threaten a settled team setup, and I'm not the only Watcher saying so. What do we know, though? Apparently, to really comprehend it all you have to sit full time behind a desk, shuffling people's lives like they were playing cards.

Bastards.

Right. Let's go find some Vampires. I need to let off steam.

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[11 Nov 2008|04:30pm]
[ mood | working ]

Sean.

If he hasn't given us anything worthwhile by the end of the week, he's yours. Within reason.

That sound fair to you?

Oh. Happy birthday again.

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[03 Nov 2008|09:07am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

*keys in the code to the basement door and walks in*

*makes his way through to the Djinn's cage*

Good morning. Are you feeling any more communicative today?

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[25 Oct 2008|02:56am]
[ mood | tired ]

All Djinn safely entrapped and currently listening to Delius, whether he (the Djinn, that is) wants to or not. Elaine does have some entertaining ideas.

All staff members accounted for and pretty much in one piece. At least, everything is okay enough that it will be back to normal tomorrow (except for our unexpected and decidedly reluctant guest).

Unfortunately, the party is over. Then again, with whatever Elaine has planned, it's probably for best.

Where's my man?

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[12 Sep 2008|04:38pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Spence.

Will you persuade your wife that we'll manage without her if she wants to start taking time off of work now? None of us will think less of her if she decides to go on full Maternity Leave with immediate effect. In fact, quite the opposite.

Really. You'd be doing us a massive favor if you could arrange it. I wouldn't ask you to do it, but I'm fucked if I'd give the job to anyone else. And I'm sure as hell not about to do it myself.

Plus, it is partly your fault. You married her put it there... know what I mean.

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[18 Aug 2008|10:22am]
[ mood | tired ]

*walks back into the Journal, grunts at Elizabeth as she takes her leave and heads on up to the Infirmary*

*YAWNS*

Well, that didn't take as long as usual. I figured as much when we had a decided drop in Lupine serenades over the Moon. Kind've glad really, given this isn't Elizabeth's best time of the year.

We had markedly fewer casualties to examine, and all from around the district where the "lone" Wolf seems to be operating except for one which was brought in from Brooklyn. Perhaps it's looking for a new territory. I'm far too cynical to think that any individual could get rid of the Pack when neither we nor, seemingly, the Vampires have managed to do so in five years and more. The lack of action's more than welcome, though.

I may have to ask Michael if he knows something. God knows I don't like pushing him over stuff that involves Caley, but I need to know if they're no longer around, even if it's just a vacation.

And now I need bed. I just need to leave a message with the MacNamara twins to see if they've got anything that'll keep me awake for duty tonight since the damn Moon's interfered with my comatose hours again. I should've been asleep more than two hours ago.

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[07 Aug 2008|03:45pm]
[ mood | Not bloody 30! ]

*walks into his office, yawning*

It's my birthday today? Really?

I'm how old?

Sorry, no. You must have got the wrong guy. As you were.

No, it's fine to leave all gifts - after all they were chosen, wrapped and given with such love. I wouldn't be so bad mannered as to return them.

Drinks are on... actually, no they're not. Why should I provide falling-down juice for you lot when I'm out there walking the streets?

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[04 Jul 2008|11:19am]
[ mood | working ]

Okay, Sean. I've thought about it. A lot. You're in.

BUT. The slightest hint of things not being "right" - in ANY way - and you take yourself off duty and contact me. Or get somebody else to. That's not negotiable.

Oh, and feel free to use the gym anytime you like. There'll usually be somebody free to spar if that's what you're after.

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[01 Jul 2008|04:20pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

*manages not to grin until Marti's left his office even if he knows she's fully aware of his Not-Quite-Smug*

*takes a deep breath, sighs*

*types a note for going on the notice board*

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[04 Jun 2008|01:24pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]

*sighs*

What a fucking mess.

I can't blame Sean - believe me, I want to, but I can't. He's no happier about any of this than anyone else, except for the part about getting his magic restored. And I defy anyone not to understand that much.

And we've all ignored small print in our time - even me.

At least he was honest. Marti didn't get anything untoward from him when he was talking, beyond what he actually had to say, of course.

... or he thought he was being honest. I guess we've just got to go along with the assumption that he even knows what he's talking about and what he remembers as happening actually happened.

I just don't know what to do now. I can't ban him from the Journal. It might cause problems for him with whoever got him to sign on the dotted line.

We'll sort it. I'm sure we'll sort it. But I could really do without this right now.

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Email to Michael [12 May 2008|11:59am]
[ mood | working ]

From: wfoster@nyj.com
To: mgriffith@nyj.com
Subject: See below

Michael,

Please don't take this the wrong way, but it's the most immediate way round the situation. I'm emailing it to you in case I'm out of the office when you come in this afternoon.

Next time you speak to/see your sister, will you tell her to get her damn partner/mate/male/fuck buddy/whatever the hell he is to leave my staff members the hell alone?

Thanks, and have a good last night out tonight.

Will.

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[27 Apr 2008|11:28am]
[ mood | calm ]

*steps back*

*waits a moment until Marti gets her breath back*

*watches her*

*shakes his head*

I don't need to say anything really, do I?

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[20 Apr 2008|07:59am]
[ mood | tired ]

*yawns*

I must be getting old. One hour's overtime and it dragged, despite us being busy.

And now, since Viola's bound to be awake since it's the weekend and thus against the law to sleep late, I'm going to be accosted en route to bed and told how I'm the worst daddy in the world and how all the other kids get to spend their Sundays with their family.

I don't know who the "other kids" she's talking about could be, mind. She only mixes with the other kids from the Journal and, last I heard, we all have the same duty rosters. And I don't really know how many "other kids" have parents who get to deal with demons, vamps and werewolves on a regular basis. Oh, for a regular damn criminal.

I should ask Adam if he gets this amount of grief from his kids.

...

... Isn't it a McCormack birthday today?

Damn. I can't even think straight. I'll worry about it when I've run Gauntlet Viola and slept some. At least Noel gets it. Or he will once I'm not so damn tired.

Heh.

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Emails [22 Feb 2008|07:35am]
[ mood | tired ]

To: ewtrahern@nyj.com, mvmortenson@nyj.com, ablythe@nyj.com, cjmccloy@nyj.com, erblythe@nyj.com
From: wefoster@nyj.com
Subject: Three guesses and you won't need the last two

Okay, people. I need reports on this and I'd like them sooner rather than later. I'd like to do the noble thing and wait here until they're all in, but after three nights duty, I'm sure you'll appreciate me saying I'll get to them this afternoon.

I need to point out here and now that I'm NOT looking to apportion blame here. From what Ciar's already told me, it seems pretty clear what's happened - or as clear as anything involving the Djinn can be. It goes without saying, but there will be no recriminations of any nature. We've all known each other long enough now that we trust each other. There was always a chance of this happening and questions about degrees of blame or fault will not be tolerated.

If anyone needs me as a matter of urgency, I can of course be awoken from my beauty sleep. NOTHING below a red alert will be tolerated.

Will




*sends the emails, looks at what he's typed and swears under his breath at the fatigue-induced semi-incoherence*

Fuck it. Let's see what this afternoon brings.

*gets up from his chair and leaves his office*
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[20 Feb 2008|07:23am]
[ mood | tired ]

*walks into his office and sits down*

*looks at the blank reports*

*closes his eyes*

I'll do them later. If that makes me a hypocrite I don't give a fuck. I call it a management perk.

Jesus, it was busy last night. The Pack got close, too, even when we knew there were Vamps around. That's not normal.

Wonder if the Lone's still around. I guess I'll find that one out soon enough.

*leans back, closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger*

Bed... tea... bed... tea... bed... tea...

Or tea in bed.

I could really get Noel pissed and take toast to bed, too.

*tired grin*

Sometimes it's the small pleasures in life that mean the most.

Right. Sitting here's not getting anything accomplished. I'll get all the reports later - and write my own at the same time. We need to be sorted for tonight. Can't take a chance on the Pack not coming closer still and, with an eclipse... NOT a prospect I relish.

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[27 Jan 2008|07:21am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

*sighs*

The Good News: Actually, unless your name is Mortenson, McCloy or Trahern, I don't think there is any news that can be categorically classified as "good".

The Bad News: Now here I can be more forthcoming. From what forensics can make out, these poor bastards have been taken by the same Wolf who was hunting around here last month. And here's where the bad news comes into play - it's not one of the Pack Wolves. It can't be a new one since it's hunting separately from the Pack. So it's either a Rogue, or it's checking out the place prior to moving a new Pack in.

The Maybe Not So Bad News: For those who care about these things (and okay, you can include me in to an extent), this means that at least Caley hasn't been run out of the Pack. Also, there IS only one Wolf making these killings and, since it's been the same one over two months, my guess is that it's a Lone and there's no second Pack trying to move in. The killings are also far enough out that it's very possible this Wolf's just a transient and it'll move on shortly.

Speaking of moving on... it's bedtime. I don't want anything disturbing me before two-thirty.

We clear?

Good. Very good.

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[23 Jan 2008|12:08pm]
[ mood | working ]

California called. They're sending our Healer back. This is Very Good News and I know Elizabeth will agree. Seems they've finally found somebody who looks like they'll last longer than ten minutes in the job. I guess we're a little lucky we have two damn good medics, but do we brag?

Actually, I do. I just don't tell any of the people here I do.

Also... I tried. I really did. I need to tell Spence I tried just in case he thinks I didn't. But I got nowhere. She's going out on duty at least for now.

Actually, I'm delighted for both of them. But the minute she starts to slow down or complain she's off night duty.

We need to look more into this whole thing about the Moon fatality distribution. Seems there's definitely two different areas being affected, one smaller than the other. I might take one of our lot down to the Morgue after the Moon, see if there's any scent on any of the bodies. I'll have the ghouls down there check a little closer than just "Huh... more werewolf activity" also. There could be a hair or two. In fact I'd say there should be. I doubt they'd bother cleaning off the body after their meal. Somehow, it doesn't seem a very Wolf thing to do.

Huh.

Oh, and tell Aidan about Lys, somebody? Maybe we can stop the crazy bastard from trying to chew his own damn leg off if he knows.

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[07 Jan 2008|10:30am]
*leans back as his office door closes, stares at it for a minute, then shakes his head and looks down*

Well, I guess that went as well as I expected.

I wish there'd been a way around it but I need to keep avenues open for if we need emergency staff.

And it's not like Lys doesn't know anyone in California.

So she's off to Los Angeles for... God knows how long. We can manage. It just means that those who don't naturally heal quickly will have to be a little more patient for a while.

*checks the time*

I need to contact them, let them know what time to meet her this evening.

Not happy about this, but what can you do?
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Email [21 Dec 2007|09:16am]
To: mgriffith@nyj.com
From: wefoster@nyj.com
Subject: Computer security

Michael,

It would seem that somebody has managed to work his way around our computer security systems.

Don't blame yourself - this is FAR from being a regular human.

However, I'd be grateful if you could speak to me at some stage so we can see if we can't tighten things up a little. Of course, when I say "we", I mean "you" since, genius as I am, I'm no computer expert.

For what it's worth, he said it took him seven minutes to hack in. I get the impression that his seven minutes would be most other people's three and a half weeks without a break.

Don't sweat it too much - I know you've only just come off night duty, and I'm just about to go on. And I don't think the person responsible is about to sell us out to the highest bidder. But clearly a security breach is something we need to attend to, so whenever you can do it - preferably before Christmas - would be appreciated.

Will
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