raisednpcs: (Thunder Corp)
raisednpcs ([personal profile] raisednpcs) wrote in [community profile] raisetheearth2015-09-21 08:58 pm

Thunder Corp Recruitment Drive

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.]
dragon_blossom: (smack)

[personal profile] dragon_blossom 2015-09-22 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
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
meteormercenary: (I'm here)

In-Person | Shepherd's Haven | Dusk

[personal profile] meteormercenary 2015-09-22 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
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.
speedpariah: (012)

Edwin Weller | Afternoon

[personal profile] speedpariah 2015-09-22 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2015-09-22 02:50 (UTC)
oncedevil: (Not amused)

Miles outside Locke | Late afternoon

[personal profile] oncedevil 2015-09-22 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2015-09-22 03:05 (UTC)
guitar_case_vagabond: (The Angry Sulkster)

E-Mail

[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond 2015-09-22 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
fuck you
dragon_blossom: (Hikaru don't)

[personal profile] dragon_blossom 2015-09-22 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
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
twinkletwinklesuperstar: (pic#8965718)

In-Person | Gateway City | Evening

[personal profile] twinkletwinklesuperstar 2015-09-22 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
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.
dragon_blossom: (Arms crossed looking at you)

[personal profile] dragon_blossom 2015-09-22 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
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: (Wait A Sec)

[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond 2015-09-22 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
speedpariah: (014)

[personal profile] speedpariah 2015-09-22 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
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: (pic#8965680)

[personal profile] twinkletwinklesuperstar 2015-09-22 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
charcoalfeather: (Default)

Rakka Yoshitoshi | Shepard's Haven | afternoon

[personal profile] charcoalfeather 2015-09-22 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
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: (pic#1961972)

[personal profile] dragon_blossom 2015-09-22 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
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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