Betsy

( Betsy Braddock )

Meeting in the morning.

There's a report of a moving painting at the National Gallery. It may be a prank, but one of our brainy sorcerers is going to need escorted to check it out.

There's still reports of a troll in Ulster. Honestly, I think it's just more stories about the first one that have turned into a local urban legend, but I need a hitter to go up and make sure the troll we took care of wasn't one of a nasty troll family.

And we should investigate netflix for causing insomnia.

I'm back. Sorry, I had some stuff to deal with and it took longer than I thought it would.

But I'm back and the state of my desk is atrocious.

What did you all do? Seriously, what's all this paperwork on my desk for a Renaissance festival?

I hope everyone has a good new year. Welcome to 2013.

I'm going to be out of town, starting January 17th. I have some things to handle in the states, but it shouldn't be too terribly long.

Don't have too much fun with Alistair without me.

Slow day when the most eventful thing that happens is some crazy Austian skydiving from the edge of space.

I'm going to be in the office late tomorrow.

( Dane Whitman )

I need to know where everyone will be over the Christmas holiday and any change to your emergency, "get the hell over here now" information.

You know, just in case the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future turn up.

Meggan, now that you seem to have become our mascot we need to go shopping for some things. Tomorrow?

I feel like a mum.

You lot. Gear up. Briefing in the morning. We're going monster hunting

Sometimes bureaucracy is a wanker. I want to punch something.

|Ana|
So here's the deal. Alistair says that the hire-ups will talk to the Department, but that if it's pushed there's not money in the budget to get into a lengthy immigration case. He then asked that I not kick him in the nads for being the unfortunate messanger.

Sitrep, please, the moment you get this.

( Voice log on Otherworld mission: viewable to Alistair Stuart )

( MI13 )

I'd dodge Alistair for a while if I were you guys. He's in a rubbish mood.

I'm not sure how many of you saw it, but he gave a tour to this wanker by the name of Sir James Jaspers. It didn't go well.

We got lectured that the rise of superheros led to the rise of supervillians and that is why it's dangerous to live in the world today or something. To be honest, I ended up spacing out for my own sanity until Alistair kicked him out of his office.

( MI13 )

( MI13 )

( MI13 )

I've been cleared for field duty as long as I keep seeing the bastard.

Their have been a couple of disappearances in Cornwall. They were treating it as simple kidnapping, until the mystics in our department starting going on about dark forces.

Because you know, it's not like they're ever specific.

Briefing at 3:00 this afternoon.

Also, Dane do you need your Thanksgiving off?

Well, since Brian won't let me do anything more strenuous than watch Telly having seen the news today. I think I know where Brian's abilities buggered off to.

Avengers fight Hulk in Tulsa - courtesy of the British Broadcasting Corporation.

Brian this takes absolutely no energy. I swear I'm in bed, but I have a job to do.

I know it's a little late for this, but sitrep on everyone? You all are alright, right?

Also, I'm going to need someone to go talk to all our sciency, magic people and see where the hell they are on this power switching thing, please.

I miss telepathy. I freaking popped my stitches both times I teleported somewhere.

Currently I can teleport... intergalactically it seems, but I'm not in shape to play around with it.

( MI:13 )