Myriam Scuttlebutt (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cardboard_journalism) wrote2015-04-30 02:27 pm
cardboard_journalism) wrote2015-04-30 02:27 pm
Inbox [cerealia]
"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]
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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!]
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No scoop, huh.
[Her confusion melts away and she snaps her fingers, understanding making her smile.]
Oh, I get it! It's like a mobile hiding place, right? No one suspects a box!
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That, too! Just crouch down, it's an instant hiding spot.
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...I'd rather not go into details, but I, myself, recently found myself victim of a daring hacker, or cracker, or whatever you call it. Kahk-kahk-kahk...
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[she sighs]
...a threat was made against a friend of mine. Somehow they broke into a private conversation I had over the network and... used the information to threaten a friend.
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She's fine... I couldn't let anything happen to her. --Her name's Athena Cykes. We're both from the same world, Los Angeles, 2027.
I couldn't get away with publishing anything directly about a hacker, but that slogan was my own personal way of getting the word out. Through subtle-ty!
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[Unless Scuttlebutt is from a different world entirely? One that uses a different time scale? It's hard to say if she's human under that box, although her legs and arms certainly seem to be.
...either way, her surprise is evident.]
Oh, uhm. Sorry. We were talking about your friend. I'm glad to hear she's alright. You couldn't track the hacker at all?
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[Scuttlebutt might be able to pass as human on a good day.]
No... I wouldn't know the first thing about doing something like that. Kahk kahk kahk kahk...
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Right, that's what it was called, Earth! You can't mean the year 778, right? Back then... I don't know what was happening! Humanity probably had barely discovered how to use animals to help them plow fields...
[it might explain the aliens though...]
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Huh? That doesn't make any sense! We're way past using animals to plow fields, we have robots for that! [She assumes. The perks of being a rich kid: never knowing how farming works.]
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[well, surely Aura Blackquill had a few robots, but, still... she didn't have an army of them, yet]
I think... probably you are from the future and something made us start using a different calendar at some point.
Just a guess! Sss, sss, sss.
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[What the heck is going on in this place.]
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You sure though? Maybe they were lost in the flood... or the fire... or the robots destroyed them... Kahk-kahk-kahk.
Okay... let's go over place names, then? Los Angeles is a city. It's in California, in the United States. It's got more than ten million people throughout the entire city and its many subdivisions. The most widely circulated newspaper in the area is the Los Angeles Times.
And you? If we've got "Earth" in common, surely there's a few other ones still around. Sss, sss, sss.
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As for flood or fire... she isn't convinced. Earth in her time has survived worse. Way worse.]
There's no city or town called "Los Angeles" as far as I know, and I've been all over. Do West City, Central City, or East City sound familiar to you?
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Seriously? --Did you read my last edition? Have you ever met Miss Aura Blackquill? Sss, sss, sss!
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1/2
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[this one is the second edition of The Cerealia Times, published last week]
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Ah-ha.] Oh, I see! She's a scientist! [This automatically makes her important in her book. Bulma peers at the picture of Clonco.] ...huh. That's definitely not one of ours. Did Miss Blackquill build it herself?
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I can't say I know the details of how she made them. --But she's very protective of those robots.
Maybe you'd have something to talk about! She also, is from Los Angeles, 2027.
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[what could possibly go wrong]