thiswallinside: ([srs] lead down to a rotten pasture)
accidental video | backdated to about midnight last night
Hey, look it's the obstacle course.

Oh, wait. Is there supposed to be red paint scraped from the tire walk toward the entrance?

Strewn along that path are a few items. A gun, a shoe, a bag -- look at all those files spilled out of it. Also the NYPD badge that doesn't hold any weight in the City but makes its owner feel a little safer, somehow.

Guess it didn't really work this time. That paint is definitely of the blood variety.

text | about 10 hours after the video broadcast
This message has been automatically released because Kate Beckett has not made check-in with her device in 12 hours...

Regardless of whether I've left the City or been otherwise compromised, there remain a few things to be sorted. Justin, you should check my desk, third drawer. There are directives for how to move forward in the department in my absence.

Castle, you'll want the safe in the kitchen cupboard. If you hadn't already found it; I'm sure you're able to guess the combonation. It will give you full access to my device, computer and files.



[ooc: Evidence to be found; crime scene can obviously be said to be Beckett's abduction, given items left behind and the note. Her directives to Justin leave him in administrative charge, and it's up to him how long to wait to seek out new chiefship. Feel free to poke through Beckett's private entries upon collection of her device, etc. PM me for questions!]
thiswallinside: ([curse] bearface just chillin)
[Hello, City. There is a very large black nose poking at the camera of Beckett's device. Is it a dog nose? Looks like it, but-- when it pulls back a little it reveals something much, much larger than a dog.]

Ah, there we are. Please, don't be alarmed-- especially those of you working in the police department today. My name is Idris. Yes, I am a polar bear, no I am not Kate herself.

I am going to let you know that there is a lot more that she could be doing to you to try to keep peace in this place, you know. She's actually very--


What are you doing!? Get off of there! You can't just--? [This would be Beckett trying to get her device back from a very large animal, and failing.]

I suppose you shouldn't have taken that coffee break...


How did you even turn it on with those paws?!


[ooc: Dæmon Day for Beckett, and her counterpart is a bit more ... openly aggressive (and mouthy!) than she. :\]
thiswallinside: ([pissed] blow off steam)
Public, text
Pain is punishment. Persuasion. It's another tool in a person's arsenal to achieve what they want. It has different variations and intensities but pain is something everyone feels in some capacity. It can be intentional or it can be an accident but it will always change both the person giving and the person receiving. It's universal.

In essence, the police where I come from are supposed help prevent that kind of pain. More realistically, we react to others' pain. Depending on the amount of resources we have and bodies with badges available, we're either successful or not. When we're found to be less than required, that's pain. And really when you think about it, jailing the man who kidnapped someone's 2-year-old daughter, that doesn't make it hurt any less.

You can take the pain and whine about it or you can use it and hit back. Whether it's delivered physically with a fist, emotionally with harm to someone you care about or a little of both, in betrayal and disloyalty to what you vowed, there's always a way to fight back. Once you find the source of the pain, nothing can stop you from returning it. In our case, it's in the system of the courts and prison. Sometimes, admittedly, it isn't satisfying enough. Naturally, you want to give back exactly what you got. Sometimes you want to say screw the rules and let them feel what you felt.

But first and foremost I'm a cop. So whatever pain is in store, I'm only gonna hit back within the rules set down that I vowed to follow as a cop. No matter what, everyone walks away changed for the worse, but at some point you realize that giving back equal doesn't make it any better either. Anyone capable of causing pain is capable of feeling it. What makes a person different is how they choose to use that knowledge.

Private to Ray Carling )

Police Filter, a few hours later )


[ooc: This should have gone up on Tuesday, sorry! If I'm missing anything else, please let me know. I've been all backwards this week. Note the Police message is a few hours after Beckett talks with Ray and Tsurugi, so if you've a character close to either of them that would have heard, feel free to assume they already knew. Whoever wants to leak the info along with Chris, feel free! :)

eta: Nix the Tsurugi meeting, apparently things are being shifted around! Also, notifs are fucked again so yeah.]

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