Thunder Corp Recruitment Drive

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Who: Everyone who agreed to be approached by Thunder Corp
When: September 21st
What: Thunder Corp is out to recruit
Where: Various Locations

On the date of September 21st, the visitations begin.

For some, they arrive in the form of men in well-pressed business suits. All of them are fit and attractive, almost artificially so, carrying suitcases that contain contracts they wish for those they approach to sign. Their friendliness is also absolute, though they are somehow aggressive at the same time. They've bought themselves into absolutely every location possible, either having traveled great distances with ease or simply found people where they would logically be. In any case, they approach their "targets" out of the blue, greeting them with an outstretched hand and an aggressively polite demeanor.

Still others receive a message in the form of electronic mail. The approach is different simply as a matter of personal resource. How exactly did they find out your e-mail address? Why, it's for the same reason they're able to approach people wherever they happen to be right now: They're Thunder Corp, and they are very resourceful! That's how!

A much more pressing question would be... how did they know you are a Numbered?

[OOC: There's two threads you can reply off of depending on how you decided to be contacted, ones for being approached in person, and ones for being contacted by personal e-mail.]

Comments

In-Person

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[OOC: Please see the above, for details on just what's coming your character's way, and respond here. Please tell us in your top level where your character is when they're being approached.]

E-Mail

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While some are being approached in person, some Thunder Corp have elected to respond to by way of electronic correspondence. The message they receive reads:

To the recipient of this message:

I am sure by now that you are aware of Thunder Corporation's call for a new age of cooperation between us and the Numbered. While we are fully aware of the friction that has existed between your community and our company, we feel that the we have more than made up for any past incidents in our facilitating the rebuilding of Locke City.

Please note that we understand if you are suspicious of our intentions. However, prior incidents involving our company and the Numbered were conducted by a permutation of our company that no longer exists. We have worked hard to weed out the corruption within our ranks, and we believe that we have done more than enough to convince the world of our benevolence.

If you care about the future of Locke City, the future of the Numbered, and the future of the world, we strongly urge you to consider our offer, which is to work with us. You would be given a stipend from our company in exchange for your agreement to represent us positively to your fellow Numbered. Other opportunities would be offered based upon your individual talents, including roles in security, research and development, and many, many other areas.

All you have to do is agree to work with us. We very much hope that you willing to take this first step with us!

- From the office of Thunder Corp Numbered Relations Department.

[dragon_blossom]

Thunder Corp:

While I do have a vested interest in the future of Locke City, the world that I risked my life to fight for, and the many Numbered who remain, both friends and otherwise, I will not be accepting your offer at this time. While I am open to these other representatives, should you acquire any, changing my mind, and I will keep this offer in mind, there are circumstances that prevent me from taking part at this time.

I'm also not entirely certain how you found this e-mail account, although that could be my fault for all I know.

At any rate, assuming you mean as well as you say you do, good luck in rehabilitating your image among us. If you don't mean as well as you say you do, then, you know, screw you.

- Marina Santana

In-Person | Shepherd's Haven | Dusk

[meteormercenary]

Jacob locks up his shop, carrying a bag in his hand. They contain bulbs that he plans to nurture at home first. He has been closing his shop early enough for there to be daylight because of the ghosts. He's in a pretty good mood, a small smile on his face. He recaps the little events he had of the day, the few customers he had, and how happy he hopes the flowers will make the recipients. He starts walking down the street in the direction of Woodend.

Edwin Weller | Afternoon

[speedpariah]

Edwin is, more or less, recovered from the night before. He's not at his lab today. Rather, he decided to take a personal day, and is staying at his apartment.

He meant to catch up on some reading, but honestly, his thoughts keep coming back to the other night. The vision he saw, and the fact that the man in the yellow suit that had attacked him? Had the same powers as both himself and the Flash. He had also killed someone.

The implications were, quite frankly, disturbing. It took Weller everything he had to not assume the worst. As such, all he ended up really doing that day was sit in his chair. Thinking.

Just what kind of man was Harrison Wells, and who was the man in the yellow suit? He couldn't help but feel there was a connection.

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Even very secretive, careful and intelligent people who have taken steps to ensure their privacy during an uneventful evening might be in for a surprise tonight. A man in a suit with a businesslike, strangely fixed smile appears, formal enough to get glances but certainly not out of place enough for attention to dwell on him for very long. Kids only pause momentarily in their playtime, gardeners shrug and go back to their hedges.

The man holds up a card with an address written on it; it matches the door he's standing in front of. He straightens his tie and raps sharply on the door.

Miles outside Locke | Late afternoon

[oncedevil]

In a small, refugee town some miles away from Locke Tony had paused to rest. His search so far had netted him nothing. Naught but rubble and disappointment. It was about time he consider swallowing his pride and heading back.

Difficult a task as that may be. If something happened to Shepard's Haven because he was too busy being stubborn, knowing full well his doppelganger was likely to make good on his promise? He probably couldn't live with himself after that.

As he stands from his perch on a crumpled pile of concrete and brushes the dust from his coat he notices the smartly dressed man approaching. With an unnervingly friendly smile on his face. Something about it just seemed... off.

"I dunno what you want, but I'm not buying." He snaps before the gentleman even has a chance to speak, curling a lip back to show off teeth that might just be slightly sharper than those of a normal human.

E-Mail

[guitar_case_vagabond]

fuck you

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Miss Satterfield:

We are utmost sorry to hear you are displeased. We can truly understand that speaking with us may stir up old memories, and we should have realized that upon our initial letter. Your father was a highly valued employee among our staff, and his loss saddened us all. While we cannot speak for those in charge two years ago, you have the current management's condolences for your loss.

We hope that you and your sister are doing well.

Please understand, we mean nothing but the best for this world, and our city. If you could please reconsider speaking with us more fully, perhaps we could all make steps towards rectifying old wounds.

- From the office of Thunder Corp Numbered Relations Department.

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Miss Santana:

We are disappointed, but understand your decision to refuse our request. Unfortunately, we cannot help but wonder if we didn't make our case well enough. Perhaps if you could clarify for us what the circumstances you say are keeping you from accepting our most gracious offer were?

There would be a chance for you to finally return home, and for you and your loved ones to live in the city you worked so hard to protect. If we have some idea of what the issue is, we can work together to address it.

- From the office of Thunder Corp Numbered Relations Department.

[dragon_blossom]

Thunder Corp

It's largely a matter of things that I need to discuss with other Numbered. Depending on how that goes, I may get back to you with further questions.

- Marina

In-Person | Gateway City | Evening

[twinkletwinklesuperstar]

This was a good day. A very busy but a very good one.

Right now, it's at the end of a long day's work and Kirara's sitting cross-legged on the bed of the hotel room she's been staying in during her time in Gateway, giddily reading through the script in her hands. The second script for her second movie, and it was looking like a good one. A little more "Hollywood" than the last one but, hey, blockbusters are where all the fame is at. At least the script's pretty good.

Closing it, she falls backwards onto her pillows and casts a glance at the magical perfume and dress-shaped key sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. Oh, man, it's going to be great when the whole secrecy thing gets lifted. Who would've thought that a crazy coincidence like this could have happened?

Yep. Absolutely nothing can ruin her mood today.

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Miss Santana:

That does indeed make sense. Please do inform us of what they say. We suspect one of the people that you are referring to needing to discuss matters with is your significant other, Jasmine Tsukuyomi.

We are certain that she especially would like to know that she has nothing to fear from us. I imagine that she would want to return home as much as anyone.

- From the office of Thunder Corp Numbered Relations Department.

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Kirara has likely seen a million men like the one walking up to the door of her hotel room. Agents, executives, they all dress alike. Even before meeting Kirara, he has a wide, practiced-looking smile on his face. It's all part of the job.

A job he's confident he will be able to execute as he knocks upon the hotel room door. Never in his wildest dreams did this man think his job would lead to him meeting a movie star!

[dragon_blossom]

TC

You've hit the nail on the head of course. I won't make any attempt to change how much or how little she trusts you, merely present what I know honestly.

- Marina

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Starting out the message just kills her mood further. There's the bubbling rage through the whole first paragraph and then... there's that one line. One line that wipes that out and replaces it with icy dread. Is that... what it sounds like?

Her first instinct is to hurl threats, promise a rain of death and fucking destruction on all of them if they try anything but... but that wouldn't help, would it? She's fast and powerful but she's seen how fast a life can end... and she can't be everywhere. It's a little while before she writes out a message with chilled fingers.]

i dont want shit from you. i dont care what youre doing or what youre saying about us. just leave both of us alone. stay out of my face and ill stay out of yours.

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Even in the outskirts, far from what passes for established and organized society these days, these representatives have a way of finding their marks. A man in a clean, pressed suit parks his company car parallel on the shanty streets, meticulously despite the absence of other vehicles. Nothing sloppy about this one; no shortcuts, full decorum, controlled smile and square shoulders.

"I'm not selling," the man replies, raising his hand in an unconcerned greeting. "I'll keep my distance if you like, but I'd just like a word with you. Several, if you'll permit it, on behalf of the company I represent."

[speedpariah]

Weller flinches as he hears the knock at the door. It's probably his super again; he did, after all, put in a complaint about the plumbing in his apartment.

"It's about... time?" Weller replies as he opens the door, blinking as he sees someone entirely different from who he expected. He thought traveling salesmen had long since gone the way of the dinosaur.

"Uhm. Can I help you...?"

[twinkletwinklesuperstar]

"Huh?" She blinks, turning her head to look at the door in momentary confusion. Who the heck is that? She hadn't called for anything, and she's pretty sure she's not supposed to be expecting anybody. At least she sure hopes not, because she's hardly in a state for that. With her t-shirt and pajama pants ensemble and her hair down.

Frowning a bit, she tucks her script under a pillow and then quietly slips her Precure items into a drawer before quietly walking across the room to take a look through the peephole. What the? A suit? This definitely looks like a guy who should be going through her agent. What the heck?

After another moment's thought, she opens the door a crack, making sure to keep the chain lock secured and peers through the gap at the stranger.

"Uh... can I help you?"

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The man's smile broadens as Weller answers the door, seeming to have been expecting someone entirely different. "It is about time," he confirms, tipping his panama hat and peering casually over Weller's shoulder as if expecting to be invited in. "Hello Mr. Weller. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I'd like to discuss some... ah, business with you. An opportunity, if you will. I think you'll find it very agreeable."

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Miss Santana:

We cannot convince people to act against their nature, only try to convince them of what is in their best self interest. I am certain you will take that into account when you speak to her, and others.

Locke is thriving. It is thriving because of Thunder Corp. Thunder Corp is thriving because you saved our city. That should be rewarded.

- From the office of Thunder Corp Numbered Relations Department.

Rakka Yoshitoshi | Shepard's Haven | afternoon

[charcoalfeather]

Today was.... a day. Or something to that effect.

In the Numbered town of Shepard's Haven, things were the same as they always were, no monsters, or ghosts, or slime monsters about. it seemed that there was a moment of peace taking place, and Rakka was going to take advantage of that!

And what better way to do that, then to recline on the couch and surf the internet, while dressed in the comfiest sweat pants Rakka had ever owned? Even Fougere had taken to the calm, having fallen asleep right next to her as she typed away.

There was nothing to expect today, besides discussing what to do about the snakes in Locke with the others. They'd show up eventually, in the meantime Rakka could wait!

[dragon_blossom]

TC

I agree that everyone working together is in everyone's best interest. I do hope that every party can agree on how to achieve those interests, and mutually benefit each other. Thank you for the offer.

- Marina

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Even out here in the remote wilds of New Zealand's South Island, in a town peopled entirely by Numbered that is intentionally hard to find for individuals who are not specifically led or directed there, the stranger has managed to arrive. His sleek, black company car causes quite a stir (and one particularly lustful groan from Nux), but even though those that glimpse him do so with suspicion and distrust, wondering how and why he's here, he's got very particular people in mind.

There's no immediate reason to kick him out or make him leave. He's perfectly polite, cordial and friendly. He doesn't seem to be armed. He doesn't seem to be hostile. He's just an odd and unwelcome presence in a famously insular community.

There's a knock on Rakka's door.

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Miss Santana:

Of course. Please understand that were humbled by your well-thought-out and well-reasoned response. Please continue to consider what is best for you and yours, and know that Thunder Corp is doing the same.

- From the office of Thunder Corp Numbered Relations Department.