thiswallinside

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!]

( private, off network )


public; video | flagged POLICE
I'd like to thank the citizens who stepped up to give us a hand in taking care of the sudden onslaught of crime in the City. It's good to know when it comes down to it, we can work together. Please be advised that while the violence has subsided, it is not entirely gone. Not that you need the warning, but be careful out there.


( police memo (text; paper copies delivered to the LoM crew) | unhackable )


( to romana | text, unhackable )


( public | no flags )

As members of the police force, we're all integral to this foreign family we've been dropped into. We come from different worlds - too many to count for a cop like me who grew up reading and watching about the kind of things that are possible in the confines of this place. Multi-dimensional nexus, snowglobe crosspoint; whatever you wanna call it. There's no clear cut reason for anyone being brought here and that makes this organization all the more important.

The force isn't legally backed, seeing as there is no existing legal system. We're disorganized, we don't communicate as well as we could and we're fighting a losing battle. We're confused, we're tired and we're going to keep running in place if we keep on like this.

Having said all of that, I see a lot of good people around me at the offices. Some of us are officers, some are other skilled professionals but we're all coworkers. Family. And we've got plenty more family - people we want to protect and keep safe so that they might get that golden ticket to go home. We're all guests in the same hell hole, so we might as well pull together and make something good out of it.

Backpatting over; let's go with the brutal truth. We're out any kind of upper staff, we have disorganized communications, I'm pretty sure whatever holding cells we have wouldn't even faze one of every two people in the City and we're overwhelmed in cold cases. What the hell are we supposed to do here, guys? I'm sick and tired of waiting around while curses and criminals walk all over us. Things have to change, and it has to start now. I'm willing to make some of those changes, but I can't do it alone.