[Deb's luck has never been the greatest; it is, however, notably bad today. Of all the days that she could have been brought back, the City has picked today for her reentry into the City. And so she is here, suddenly standing by the fountain, looking massively bewildered- and cold. December in Miami is not equivalent to December in the City.]

What the fucking fuck-??

[She wraps her arms around her as she glances around, staring at the unfortunately familiar surroundings.]

Oh fucking A, City. Right now? Really? Right fucking now?

[She shivers, and rubs her arms with her hands.]

And holy shit it is fucking goddamn freezing.

[Taking a few moments to familiarize herself, she'll be wandering around getting her bearings before promptly seeking out the apartment.]


[ooc: DEB'S BACK. Memories obv. intact, she hasn't been home for more than a couple of weeks. Open to action from whoever, whatever, wherever~

TAGS TOMORROW. Cool for backdating forever and ever~]

So what are these, like, fucking holiday events now? Beats last year's Halloween, at least.

Hey, tourists. How's it hanging?

Alright, so... I know I'm in Intel, not Special Assault and Tactics. I don't have any superpowers. I can't do magic. I don't heal.

But fuck it, I'm a cop. I'm getting out there and helping people. I'll be fucking damned if I'm gonna sit on my ass and hide while people are being attacked in the streets.

Anyone who wants to come with (other members of the force, doctors, people who just want to help, what-the-fuck-ever) is definitely welcome.

Oh, and if you're out and need help? Give a shout.

( Police Filter )


Fucking curse would have been better a couple of months ago. If anyone was in the square when I was, uh... getting my ice cream?

Yeah... sorry about that.


[Private to Dexter]

So. How 'bout that fucking dinner, brother?


[ooc: Crashing soon, tags will cease. SORRY TO POST AND RUN. Deb has been so neglected in my massive fail-atus, my bad for being so behind on stuff T_T /cries forever~ orz]

[Deb's voice is a bit tired and worn-out.]

Sure know how to celebrate, don't you, City? Fuck.

Bunch of goddamn rabid teddy bears on the actual day, and for the weekend, I'm... here. Not that I would ever even-- I mean, for fuck's sake, it was just a curse. I wouldn't-- I can't even begin to think about... shit.

[A bit of a shaky sigh, followed by a brief silence as she composes herself.]

Well. Happy anniversary to you, too. Whole fucking year and the place can still surprise me.

Fuck.

[Filtered from Rudy/Brian and Dexter]

Network seems to be the place to go when you want to poll the public on semi-philosophical shit, right? So here's one for anyone who cares to say anything.

There's two meanings to family, right? One being the people who are biologically related to you, one being the people who raised you and are fucking there for you, no matter what. For a lot of people, if you're lucky, these two are the same. For some, they're not.

Let's say they're not the same. You're adopted; always had a family, always been part of the family, but they're not your bio family.

And then, as an adult, you find some of your biological family. Long lost sibling, let's say. For argument's sake.

So, how do you balance the two? Are they both your family? Does your biological family take precedence, and... is your adoptive family still your family?


[ooc: Going to be slow on tags, getting back to work and then crashing. *continues making ooc tags forever just to spite rp!s*]

Someone might want to pick up my patrol. I, uh... I'm in the fucking bizarro City or whatever.

Stupid damn curse. This is not what I had in mind when I decided to be alone for a while...

Dex? Rudy? We're totally having a barbecue this weekend. Beers, burgers, hot dogs, steaks, ribs, chicken, the whole goddamn nine yards. And some fucking explosions, if we can.

Just because we're here doesn't mean we skip out on the Fourth. Right? Right.

Oh, and other people? Totally free to come.

This has actually been kinda nice, for me anyway. I mean, things weren't perfect, and he wasn't always there, but... he did his best. My dad's always meant a lot to me, and since he died...

Well. I'm just glad I got to see him again.

Anyway... uh, sorry so many of you had such assholes for fathers, but hey... just remind them that their asses are gone in about twenty minutes. So... fuck, whatever. It's not like they can really do anything, anyway.

Damn. I really hope I'm not the only one who didn't have a steaming shitheap of a day.