Inbox [cerealia]

[cardboard_journalism]

"Sss, sss, sss.

You've reached the desk of Myriam Scuttlebutt.

If you're calling to submit a story to the Cerealia Times, please press 1.

If you're calling to inquire about employment with the Cerealia Times, please press 2.

If you're calling to make a complaint about a story in the Cerealia Times, you are free to hang up. Complaints will only be accepted as submitted letters to the editor, delivered in physical form.

If you're calling for any other reason, please leave a message after the beep."

[boop]

[if 1 is pressed]

"You've reached the extension for submitting a story to the Cerealia Times. Please describe your story after the beep. For reference, please include your name and contact information. You may also make your tip anonymously, or ask for anonymity. As a source, your anonymity is protected by law, and will not be revealed without your express permission.

Kahk-kahk... Keep in mind, you cannot be financially compensated for information you provide, for reason of journalistic ethics. ...no, really, journalists aren't supposed to do that."

[boop]

[if 2 is pressed]

"The Cerealia Times is in need of correspondents, reporters, photojournalists, and delivery personnel.

Correspondent: you are expected to respond to stories that break out in an assigned section of Cerealia, report the information at the scene, interview witnesses, and supply written stories. Mild literacy is required.

Reporters: you are expected to actively pursue assigned stories and conduct related interviews in a timely manner. Mild interpersonal skills a plus, but not essential. With approval, you will be free to investigate your own stories.

Photojournalists: you are expected to record newsworthy events on film. This may require taking shots under suboptimal conditions.

Delivery personnel: you are expected to transport, unload, and fold bundles of newspaper around Cerealia.

All of these jobs take long hours and are very demanding... but they're worth it. --Except for the delivery job, that's just busywork. Sss, sss!

Leave your contact information, desired post, and brief description of your experience, if any!"

[boop]

[action thread continuations can go here too!]

Comments

[complices]

You're welcome.

I imagine this would be in the case of someone who was previously dead or in some kind of trouble at home, correct? Unfortunately at present time, this isn't a feasible option just because of the instability of the code and the threat of the Flamines. Yet CERES is still working very hard to make life here in Cerealia a bit more steady so in the future, I do not see any reason for this to not be an option. Are you wishing to relocate, Miss Scuttlebutt?

[cardboard_journalism]

[...slight pause]

[surely life in Cerealia hadn't been that bad. She had made friends, enemies, and put together a real newspaper. Not just a newspaper of her own like in Themis, but in a world where she controlled the only bastion of print journalism to be found. And-- she had to face facts: even if she went home, it was likely she wouldn't see Juniper, Robin, or Hugh again after graduation anyway...

Staying permanently did sound the tiniest bit tempting. The alternative was going home with her best career aspirations being to find work as a reporter on someone else's newspaper, or possibly go freelance and risk never having work.

--Then again, if being a "real Cerealian" meant working for the CERES PR department, then that wouldn't be fun either.]

Not at this time, thanks!

One last question! Everyone's very curious about these Flamines. Is there any visual reproduction of them you could provide? Perhaps a photo? Physical recreation? Artist's depiction?

[Couldn't get worse than a doodle on a napkin.]

[complices]

One moment.

[ And then the video comes on, though it doesn't show much of Mosley. Just part of a torso sitting at a desk, wearing a suit. A very, very pale hand scribbles with a pen on a piece of paper and holds up the paper to the camera.

The paper just has an unhappy face on it. :( He switches back to text. ]

They're not very pleasant people.

[cardboard_journalism]

Surely not.

[Kahk-kahk-kahk]

Thank you for your time! Keep in touch. The Cerealia Times will always be there to bring the benefit of the free press to Cerealia.

[complices]

And we here at CERES are always happy to help our community. Have a good day, Miss Scuttlebutt.

voice;

[dishonorstudent]

I'm not sure what to make of it... When I asked ya where Vincere could've been this whole time, I didn't expect to find out he got killed.


It's a strange world when I trust a girl in a cardboard box more than some big shot corporation.

voice;

[cardboard_journalism]

You're right: we live on a strange world. Sss, sss, sss.

voice;

[dishonorstudent]

[ Does she have to make that weird noise?? ]

Hey... I know I said you should keep reporting on CERES and keep the pressure on 'em, but... just be careful, alright?

And come to me or Jakuzure if things start to go the same way as they went for Vincere.

Re: voice;

[cardboard_journalism]

...what? Really??

[WAS THIS A TRICK...]

voice;

[dishonorstudent]

N-Nevermind! Just... keep your wits about you.

Re: voice;

[cardboard_journalism]

I-I will! I just...

...I thought you hated me, I guess.

[Maybe this was Nonon's influence?]

voice;

[dishonorstudent]

[ It's possible... but Ryuko is also a big softie underneath that thug image. Myriam Scuttlebutt deals with enough abuse as it is, but she doesn't deserve to die in Ryuko's books. ]

I hate Archer, and you're Jakuzure's friend.

...And you're loyal to your people.

[1] voice;

[good_ideas]

Hello?

I'd like to report a story about an old perv-...I mean-...old man named Hyoubu Kyousuke who has been wearing the same set of clothing for years and doesn't seem to have done any laundry.

Is this where we report him? I was going to go talk to the police since he's a public nuisance but I thought you might find it interesting.

Re: voice;

[cardboard_journalism]

Heh. Yeah, that's true.

...mind if I ask ya? What's your beef with Archer? Anything specific, or just... y'know, local-jerk quality behavior?

Re: [1] voice;

[cardboard_journalism]

Well, I... suppose I could pass that along to our gossip columnist. Kahk-kahk-kahk. It doesn't sound exactly newsworthy...

Is he a public nuisance? What else has he been doing? Is it just... a smell, I assume? Kaaaaahk.

Also, who are you? If you want to remain anonymous, that's okay, but being able to get back to you would really help me pursue this story!

[1] voice;

[good_ideas]

Really?

But aren't you guys doing this for the good of everyone here? Do you really want to be walking around some guy that hasn't changed his clothes in almost 80 years? Who does that anyway? Is that even possible?

Besides, if that's not newsworthy enough, he's also a known stalker, a lolicon, and a pervert to boot.

[And does Shiho care if Hyoubu finds out? (Well, he'd find out eventually, being the stalker that he is. Still.)]

Just think of me as a very concerned citizen. You can call me S.S.

[1] voice; 1/17

[capforthat]

[Bulma has never been the most patient person when she's made up her mind to do something, so rather than listen to the whole message she simply jabs 1.]

Yes, hello. My name is Bulma Briefs and I'd like to talk to you about today's article on the... [paper rustling] ..."Saiyan Menace".

[Those quotes? Totally audible.]

I've got some insider information you'll want to hear.

Re: [1] voice; 1/17

[cardboard_journalism]

[the call back would come immediately]

Hello Miss... Briefs! This is Myriam Scuttlebutt, editor of The Cerealia Times. How are you? Sss, sss, sss.

Just getting back to you about this "insider information" you have! What is it? Could you describe how you're related to to this story?

[capforthat]

Very closely. You could say I'm married to the story, considering that one of the two morons you interviewed is my husband.

[...yeah she's still mad about this.]

I called because you didn't really get the full picture. You got about a quarter of it between the two of them, and I'd like to fill in some of the blanks.

[cardboard_journalism]

I see... just to be sure, you're talking about Prince Vegeta and not Patrolman Jaco, is that right?

['Course she had heard about Bulma, but avoided bringing her up for fear of making the interview and article too personal]

Would you like to meet in person, or is this phone interview good enough?

[Part of her did want to see what sort of woman would have married Vegeta. --She had to be made of iron!]

[capforthat]

Ha! Jaco should be so lucky! [Her tastes aren't that weird.] No, you guessed right.

Let's meet in person. I have to confess I'm not very familiar with the colony yet, so wherever you'd like is fine.

[Truth be told, she's just as curious to see what kind of person is behind the newspaper.]

[cardboard_journalism]

Sure! I know a local cafe... very low-key. We should have no problem with a private conversation.

Here's the address... [she'd repeat it for her]

Is now a good time? If not, whenever is convenient for you!

[capforthat]

Now's as good a time as any, I'm not busy. I'll meet you there in fifteen.

{ooc: do you want to switch over to action here, or set up a new thread elsewhere? :>}

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[cardboard_journalism]

See you there!

[Scuttlebutt would head out immediately, fifteen would be plenty for her to get there without anyone following her... at least, in her own mind]

[If Bulma was there earlier, she'd see Scuttlebutt, in her cardboard box, enter the cafe, tunring around this way and that. If Bulma arrived on-time, Scuttlebutt would be waiting in her own seat in a spot saved at a table for two.]

[capforthat]

[Bulma has indeed arrived a few minutes early. She's seated at a small table facing the door. When a box walks in she raises her eyebrows and gets to her feet. Somehow, she gets the impression the box is looking for someone. She approaches with a confident--if perplexed--smile.]

Miss Scuttlebutt?