Siren's Pull

[ Here's William T. Spears. He hasn't been around all that much lately. Seems that with the majority of his coworkers returning home, he has reverted to his old reclusive ways. ]

As I am sure a few of you have noticed, Grell Sutcliff is no longer in Port. He is not dead this time. His NV is disconnected so I am certain he has been sent home.

[ There's no sadness in his voice. Why? Because the point of this post is not to grieve. It's a business post. And there's no emotion necessary for that. ]

Since he is no longer here, I am looking to sell his photography studio, as well as all of the photography equipment contained there in. The studio is located in Sector 4, is in excellent condition and is fairly well equipped.

[ Hey all you past customers who got their pictures (perhaps nude ones?) taken by the mild mannered "Eric Sligby"... yeah that photographer wasn't who you thought he was. ]

I will also consider renting the lot.

Please contact me with your offer or if you would like to set up arrangements to view the studio or the equipment.

Thank you.

[ The feed starts with William facing the screen. He was about to post to the network about something boring, presumably, but before he even starts, his attention is drawn off screen. There's the faint sound of meowing and scratching. ]

Alright, hold on. I will let you in.

[ He's addressing one of his cats, the one they had named after their coworker, Ronald Knox. The feline had asked to go outside earlier and has, apparently, returned from his outing.

The video gets a little shaky as William attempts to hold the NV in one hand and open the door with the other. ]

Did you at least enjoy yourself--what is that?

[ Seems Little Ronnie decided to bring his daddy a present. Such a suck up, just like the real Ronald. Except instead of nice cup of coffee during a busy work day, Little Ronnie has brought William his latest catch...

A pigeon.

And if you have ever gotten on the topic of birds with William, you would be well aware of how much he respects the creatures - and would have liked to own one again, if he were not already housing three cats.

William places the NV down on the floor and begins to scold the cat. All within plain view of the NV screen - which he's forgotten is recording, by this point. ]

No. Bad Ronnie. Put the pigeon down this instant.

DOWN. NOW.

[ Finally the bird is released, but not because William commanded. No, it's because now it's time to play with his catch! Little Ronnie begins to bat his toy around, showing his daddy just how fun his new present is! But William will have none of that, and scoops the bird up. It's alive, but badly injured.

As William fusses, Ronnie can be seen following the movement of the bird in William's hands, tail flicking eagerly. ]

Do not look at me like that. This bird should not have been harmed simply because you were bored and needed something to play with. Now I need to locate a veterinarian.

[ Finally remembering his NV, William snatches it up and clicks the feed off, not really noting or caring that it had been recording. There are more important things to tend to right now! ]

[ It's 1:30 P.M. and William is just waking up. Yup. Mr. 5:30 wake up call has only now rolled out of bed. Perhaps he's fallen victim to this whole 7 sins business that's been going around? Well, a little sloth-like behaviour can't be too bad for the up-tight reaper!

The NV flickers on and William is seen, still looking rather groggy and still wearing his striped PJs (matching nightcap included!) He yawns loudly, covering his mouth with his hand. ]

Honestly, I believe this is the first time I have slept past noon in...

[ A pause, contemplating. ]

In ever, I suppose.

[ He gives another big, loud yawn, obviously still tired despite the extra sleep he got.

The NV is set down on the nearby coffee table and William is seen sitting on the couch and reaching for the TV remote. Grell had convinced William that they'd needed a TV when they moved into this new apartment - probably only because he associated one with playing Xbox at Keigo's. They'd never really used it though, especially not William.

But today is different. The shiny screen of the box is calling to him! William leans back into the soft cushions of the couch. The TV is turned on and you can hear the snippets of sound as William flicks through the channels. ]

I believe this is also the first time I have used the television. Honestly, I am not familiar with any of these modern shows.

[ He frowns at the screen. ]

Could someone perhaps suggest something?

[ Because, even if it's gonna be a lazy day, William T. Spears needs to be productive in his TV watching. And flicking through channels is not an effective solution! ]