12-22-2021, 08:08:13 AM
Lanthanide calls in very suddenly. She clearly installed the giant screen in the board room solely so she could suddenly pop up in glorious super-high resolution with full surround-sound and intimidate people, but even knowing that's what the effect is supposed to be doesn't lessen it much when she immediately starts out yelling.
FUCKIN' FOREIGN JORNALISTS!? YA TALKED TO FUCKIN'. FOREIGN. JORNALISTS?! BEHIND MAH BACK?! OVER FUCKIN' SPIDER MAN PICTURES? YA SOLD US OUT FOR FUCKIN' SPIDER MAN PICTURES?!
She pauses for a moment as the room falls dead silent. She sits back in her chair. Five seconds pass without anyone speaking. Then ten. Then finally, Lanthanide speaks again.
Now. Ah shouldn't need to explain ta y'all that this order comes from the VERY highest points of our leadership. Not from me, not from mah boss, but from FUCKIN' SENDRI. We're supposed to maintain an aura of mystery about jus' how brutal we are, only leakin' it gradually, so that people who only watch standard international news get it as a slow drip that we're oppressive, but not bad enough to worry about, an' that would-be autocrats can point to us as example of a real good place to emulate while hidin' their autocratical aims. YA DON'T JUS' DUMP EVERYTHIN' AT ONCE! Comedy-News Shows, they're gonna have a fuckin' FIELD DAY with this. Especially the minidocs. Imagine in yer minds, an episode of one of these. Opening title. Host says "The Alliance. That nation that's been in the news a lot lately, and not jus' because of the highest leader's amazing fashion sense. Look at that bulletproof vest! It's like a S.W.A.T. team and Khrushchev's uniform had a child after a drunken fling, an' then Khrushchev's uniform didn't pay proper child support after the messy divorce an'..." ya get the point. THE POINT IS THAT YA FUCKED UP JAMESON. Y'all think Ah don't see what y'all are doin' jus' because Ah haven't caught all y'all's rebels yet? YER WRONG! YER WRONG IF YA THINK THAT.
Lanthanide presses a button, and two security guards come in and arrest J. Jonah Jameson in brutal fashion, slamming his head against the table and hitting him with batons while he's on the floor, before dragging him off in full manacles.
Now, Ah'll set up a good public execution for yer edification on what happens ta traitors ta the Alliance like that who don't get absolved in the eyes of Sendri. Since he was presidin' though, we can't really continue properly, considerin' the gap in the board right now. [OOC: And because the setup for eight and the setup for nine people are different and we're already too far in to change it.] Ah'll jus' say why don't y'all discuss who y'all'll want as chair an' have some fun while Ah find someone ta be yer next media coordinator an' presidin' member.
FUCKIN' FOREIGN JORNALISTS!? YA TALKED TO FUCKIN'. FOREIGN. JORNALISTS?! BEHIND MAH BACK?! OVER FUCKIN' SPIDER MAN PICTURES? YA SOLD US OUT FOR FUCKIN' SPIDER MAN PICTURES?!
She pauses for a moment as the room falls dead silent. She sits back in her chair. Five seconds pass without anyone speaking. Then ten. Then finally, Lanthanide speaks again.
Now. Ah shouldn't need to explain ta y'all that this order comes from the VERY highest points of our leadership. Not from me, not from mah boss, but from FUCKIN' SENDRI. We're supposed to maintain an aura of mystery about jus' how brutal we are, only leakin' it gradually, so that people who only watch standard international news get it as a slow drip that we're oppressive, but not bad enough to worry about, an' that would-be autocrats can point to us as example of a real good place to emulate while hidin' their autocratical aims. YA DON'T JUS' DUMP EVERYTHIN' AT ONCE! Comedy-News Shows, they're gonna have a fuckin' FIELD DAY with this. Especially the minidocs. Imagine in yer minds, an episode of one of these. Opening title. Host says "The Alliance. That nation that's been in the news a lot lately, and not jus' because of the highest leader's amazing fashion sense. Look at that bulletproof vest! It's like a S.W.A.T. team and Khrushchev's uniform had a child after a drunken fling, an' then Khrushchev's uniform didn't pay proper child support after the messy divorce an'..." ya get the point. THE POINT IS THAT YA FUCKED UP JAMESON. Y'all think Ah don't see what y'all are doin' jus' because Ah haven't caught all y'all's rebels yet? YER WRONG! YER WRONG IF YA THINK THAT.
Lanthanide presses a button, and two security guards come in and arrest J. Jonah Jameson in brutal fashion, slamming his head against the table and hitting him with batons while he's on the floor, before dragging him off in full manacles.
Now, Ah'll set up a good public execution for yer edification on what happens ta traitors ta the Alliance like that who don't get absolved in the eyes of Sendri. Since he was presidin' though, we can't really continue properly, considerin' the gap in the board right now. [OOC: And because the setup for eight and the setup for nine people are different and we're already too far in to change it.] Ah'll jus' say why don't y'all discuss who y'all'll want as chair an' have some fun while Ah find someone ta be yer next media coordinator an' presidin' member.
I am the They who says it!