09 September 2012 @ 05:10 pm
[Boy, oh boy- it sure has been a while, hasn't it? Well for Milton, it hasn't been too long. Just enough to get this community out of his mind and focus more on the pressing issues at hand; like catching a murderer. But let's not dabble too much on his personal affairs (just yet).

The office is unoccupied. No one is in sight. You probably think this is one of those "accidental videos" but oh no- this is quite intentional. Your resident federal agent freak of nature just stepped out for the moment to gather some supplies and ah- here he is! Just in the nick of time.]

-een what this place can do to your mind. By I've caught on to their game. They will not catch me. Not this time!

[THUNK! That's an awfully large paper bag sitting on top of his desk. I wonder what's inside-]

I'll just have to wear more lead.

[A pause. He stares at the contents inside the bag then back towards where Milton is being recorded.]

Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in.
17 May 2012 @ 08:48 pm
[text] 004;  
A question for the members who are present. Do not leave a single detail behind:

How much olive oil do you use per day?
21 April 2012 @ 07:25 pm
[video] 003;  
[ Oh hello, ducks! Is it that time of the year again? Now whaddya call it again? A virus? Gee, that seems to be happening an awful lot lately and Milton is no exception to the rule. If you met the guy before, he's not exactly the happiest of the duck bunch and today is 'Let's Push him over the Edge' Day over at the police precinct.

Yes because today it looks like this agent has found a buddy. A transporter at that! They're tied together oh-so nicely with a pair of hand cuffs. Now how about that? Isn't it great?! Milton's face is just beaming with anxiety! ]

Can you please not be so close to me!

[[ ooc: threadjack threads. be merry. it's a celebration, ducks! ]]
18 March 2012 @ 05:46 pm
[ audio ]  
[ This recording starts off quiet, the "air" sounds gritty. Light pops and scratches can be heard. The silence is broken a few seconds in with light breathing from your friendly neighbor agent of justice. His calm breaths soon become shorter and shakier. As if the agent suddenly found something to be nervous about. ]

I do not like hotels very much. They can be unpredictable- very unpredictable. I felt it was best to have as little contact with the mattress as possible.

[ He pauses for a moment. ]

This will be the... third consecutive night where I will not get more than four hours [ Takes a deep breath ] of sleep. I don't suppose there is someone out there who knows a remedy to fix this.

[ ooc; totes affected by the virus. have at it! ]
21 February 2012 @ 10:33 pm
[ video ]  
[ What you see now is the slender lower-torso of a man in front of the camera. Whoever he is, he isn't sitting down anytime soon. ]

It's been 12 hours. Twelve. And I am still unable to escape this page. Tell me: What kind of website-- virus is this? No computer technician from the entire precinct cannot figure it out. So why here. Why, out of all places, a dank office of a small town police station?

[ Then the figure bends down where Milton's face is all up in yo' screen. Pasty white skin, greasy short black hair, dead, beady black eyes. Not the kind of face you want to wake up to. ]

I will not let some prank stop me. Whoever you are. Your foolish shenanigans will stop.

[ He stands upright again. As if he was talking to the computer and not a camera. Huh, guess he doesn't realize he's being recorded. ]