cardboard_journalism | Inbox [cerealia]

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]

[action thread continuations can go here too!]

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The best? [According to whom....is something that Shiho doesn't ask because she wanted this person on her side and writing terrible things about Hyoubu so.] That's so cool!

It's a pretty small business still, but yeah, I guess you could say that.

One of them! At least...

Howabout an interview? Solved any high-profile cases? Having an article in the paper could really help get you off the ground, y'know!

What do you mean "one of them"? Who's the other one?

Well....I guess we can do an interview. I can't really talk too much about my cases since I need to protect my clients' privacy. [And because she didn't need people looking into how she was able to know the things she did while seemingly not doing much.]

Sss, sss, sss! That would be the other reporters on my staff, Miss. Shiho. Miss Leia Rolando, and Miss Inaba. Very talented individuals.

Right, right! You can... y'know, change the names to protect the innocent.

Would you prefer to do this face to face? If so, I'll meet you anytime and anyplace! Just name it!

A team player, huh? [She sounds genuinely impressed, since respecting and knowing the people on your team was a positive trait, as far as Shiho was concerned.

And well, thanks to Jaune, her face was all over the place anyways.]

Sure. How about at a McCeres? Sometime after school.

Sss, sss, sss. I call 'em like I see 'em.

Nooooot a problem. I know where that is, sure. Though, how after is after school, exactly? I don't attend it, so I'm not sure of the times.

Not everyone does that, you know?

[She thinks a bit first.]

How does four o'clock sound?

Sounds like you've got yourself an appointment! I'll see you then!

Roger that!

(ooc: Did you want to thread this out or er....however Myriam gets her interviews?)

[ooc: We can continue here! Or make a post in the log community if you prefer.]

(ooc: Continuing here is fine with me!)

[As promised, Shiho waits patiently at McCeres with fries and a chocolate shake at around 4pm after school. She's already told Kaoru that she's having an interview before going back so she's just flipping through her Cerevice as she waits.]

[Scuttlebutt had been to McCeres before, and now made her way through, appearing as any other ordinary cardboard box that seemed to change locations every few minutes]

[eventually she scooted close enough to take a seat (carefully) across from her]

Miss Shiho, I presume? Sss, sss, sss.

[Boxes didn't exactly belong in a McCeres, so Shiho had been keeping an eye on it as it gets close enough to warrant her placing a hand on the table and activating her psychometry to figure out what exactly was in that box. (And hoping it wasn't some kind of possessed doll.)

She visibly relaxes once she figures out it's just Myriam.]

Yes, it is. And you're Myriam Scuttlebutt, right?

So some have called me! Sss, sss, sss!

[among some other mean names]

Thanks for agreeing to this interview. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for long. How are you?

What else do they call you, then?

[Because it was either some sort of codename or really rude names.]

I'm fine. I just got here, anyway. And you? Isn't it hard to run around in that box?

Doesn't matter! Scuttlebutt's the name, and that's enough for me.

Not when you're a master undercover reporter like I am! This box conceals my identity, letting me collect my scoops without anyone being the wiser. Imagine this box as like a steel-iron trap... for information!

But, enough about me... tell me more about your business, in your own words. How long have you been running it? Is this something you did previously? What sort of problems have you helped people solve?

Hmmm... [Well, no matter. Shiho shrugs, seemingly accepting that answer. She could figure this out later on her own.]

A steel-iron trap, huh....Cardboard is a bit weaker than that though. [Shiho would have suggested metal plates inside the box.]

Anyway. I've been running this one since I got here, so not very long. I had something like it back when I was at home though and I'd been working on that since I was ten. As for problems, well...

Here it's mostly finding medicine, lost cats, and cheating husbands. It's kinda boring. Back home I liked solving cold cases, especially the murders.

Kahk kahk kahk... well, c'mon. I don't have the strength to carry around something like an actual metal box...

[it'd probably be difficult to store at night anyway]

Oh! Tell me more about that! What sort of murders would you investigate? Sss, sss, sss.

I'm sure it'll just be heavy in the beginning. Using it to train your body then soon you'd become [Goku] strong.

[Her eyes sparkle with a sincere cheerfulness at the mention of solving murders (which isn't worrying at all right).]

I like the really gruesome ones. Oh, it's even better when the police don't even know where the body is and they only have one single piece of evidence.

Serial killers are great too. [Especially because they always seemed so contemptuous in Shiho's eyes: using an MO like a signature, taunting others with the knowledge that they'd never be found. She made it her personal mission to take them down a notch. Or five.]

Kahk, kahk, kahk... I guess if we're talking... theoreticals, then yes...

More concretely? Can you describe a case you solved from start to finish? Sss, sss, sss. If you don't mind.

[Scuttlebutt wasn't sure she'd actually use this for a story, but it sounded interesting and she liked mysteries too]

You can change the names if you want. You know, to protect the innocent!

Well...

[Shiho taps a finger against the lid on her chocolate shake. How much could she tell her without talking about her psychometry? And about....espers in general, actually.]

There was that case where someone was going around killing homeless and petty criminals. 10 people had already been killed within a few months before I got called in. I made them take me to the latest crime scene so I could check it out.

Nearly all of victims had died from an unknown cause, collapsing suddenly in the middle of the night. I think there was even talk about toxic gas being emitted from the area.

[Though that was all ridiculous conjecture as far as she had been concerned. And she'd figured out as much when she'd gone to each crime scene and read them.]

It was mostly just luck that I found the criminal at all, that time. I was messing around with the detective's car, and I happened to find evidence of what he had done left behind.

[The self-justified feelings of a psychokinetic serial murderer thinking that he was above the law because he was a policeman.]

He wasn't any better than a vigilante. Then he was dumb enough to try to shoot me and write it off as a misfiring accident.

As if I'd have misfired and hit myself. [So unimpressed.]

We got him in the end and that's pretty much it. [Kaoru had thrown him out the window of his car using psychometry and everyone had come to protect her. It's a good memory of hers.]

[she took notes as she went along]

Well, that begets one question! What was the decisive piece of evidence? A bloody scarf? A knife? A bullet-hole no one noticed through the car-door's window? Sss, sss, sss.

[Shiho sits back, sipping on the shake as she thinks of what would be an acceptable alternative. She raises an eyebrow at Myriam.]

I did say they died from an unknown cause,. A scarf, knife or a bullet-hole aren't exactly subtle.

Kahk kahk... I guess not. [Oof! Scratch that line of questioning!]

[She'd try choice #2...]

Was it... trace amounts of some sort of super-poison? [That had to be it. It was always some sort of undetectable poison when no cause of death was obvious!]

It might take a while [in a normal world] but it still won't be undetectable.

[Shiho briefly wonders if she should just say "magic" which is what she's been doing for a while.]

Mostly what we used in the end was the fact that he confessed it thinking that I found him out. And I guess because he tried to shoot me to cover it up too.

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