sirenspull | February 23rd, 2012

February 23rd, 2012

[ An NV with a very erratic video feed turns on, almost as if someone's been… tossing it up in the air. When he catches it, a Doctor comes into view along with something else. Could it be? Is it a bird? A plane?

No. It is a PEGASUS! ]

Good. It's working.

[ Now, he has mixed feelings about all of this. On one hand, he was rather fond of Caster and for her to just be gone… But on the other… he puts on his best smile for all of the Port to see. ]

Everyone, say hello to Roranicus! [ and then a brief pause while he whispers something that is sure to bring fury to one person in particular.

But, not to worry. This time, he totally has it all covered. ]

Amy. I was thinking he could come round for tea every Tuesday. I'd ask the TARDIS too, but I already know what her answer will be.

[ Come to think of it, he sort of knows what Amy's answer will be too.

But none of that matters, does it? He has a pegasus named Roranicus.

Even some of the more… complicated things don't seem quite so… complicated. ]

angel_of_death

[The audio feed begins with a horrible screech as the recording NetVice and its attached receiver skid violently across a wooden floor, the clatter of metal against metal signaling the heavy device’s abrupt stop against the wall of the room it is recording from-- not that such would be visible, as only the audio function had been tripped by the sudden upset of the innocent device when it was brutally knocked from its rest on a table that was currently at risk for being next in line for mistreatment.

It’s not quite the end of the feed, though. No less than a second following the ungodly racket, a voice begins to yell from across the room. Despite the distance between the speaker and the recording device, his words come across loud and clear.

The speaker is young, English, and very, very angry.]

WHY?! Are we not charged with protecting this land-- even this wretched, filthy land-- from supernatural threats?! Is that not our duty to the Crown! Even if the cockroaches revive because of the Core, LET THEM DIE!! And IF they should reappear-- take them and condition them THEN as you will!!

I RE--

[Unfortunately, gravity elects that moment to shift the NV against the wall so that it snaps shut, cutting the transmission before the rest of the conversation can play out.

So sorry, network.]

thepull_mods

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012

Weather Partly sunny, with showers developing in the late evening High 6°C and a low of 2°C (43deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 7:09am, and evening sirens are at 5:42 pm.

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whycantistay

[Filtered away from Angel/ Angelus.]

I don't know how it happened, but Angel lost his soul. That thing that's out there? It isn't him. Don't approach him lightly. We're from the same world and I know what he's capable of. [She looks down at that. How could this have happened? If he slept with anyone in the Port, she is going to stake him herself.]

Please, please don't take him on. I just need time to find his soul. He's not a bad person when he isn't like... this.

[Locked to Chuck]

He's after me. I can't stay at the hotel.

tinderfoot

[Tyrell's sitting in the kitchen of the boarding house, dirty boots propped up on the kitchen table.]

Things just keep on getting crazier and crazier around here, don't they? You think that after a year in this city I'd be more used to it, but... [there's a pause in which he seems to reconsider what he's saying.] Yeah.

Yeah. It's crazy. Inanimate objects coming alive, time repeating itself... and not being able to do much about it. I'll be honest, my vote is always behind doing things instead of sitting around talking about them.

[And yet, look at him now.]

You know what I find craziest, though? The whole coming and going thing. How do people even keep track of their friends and the people they care about? Someone told me about this thing they do in their world, a... 'census' or something, where they count the population and stuff. Could something like that be done here, 'cause every time I've asked, I've only ever been told 'about 200' newcomers, nothing more definite than that.

[And even that sounds like a lot of people to keep track of for Tyrell!]

manofthenorth

[ Eric appears, looking quite calm, though there's a rage behind his eyes that anyone watching carefully might see. He stands beside a window, looking out, and only the light from his desk table illuminates both him and the room. Heavy club music is heard in the background. This is his office, but it's utilitarian rather than gothic, in all but the huge throne like chair visible at the edge of the screen. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port. My name is Eric Northman.

Some of you who have spoken to me before know me as the manager of the Afterglow club Fangtasia. Most of you will know that I am a vampire, regardless of whether we've spoken before.

You would imagine, perhaps, that this would be a fact I would try to conceal, particularly considering recent circumstances, but the time for such secrets is past. Vampires in my world were recognised, and given the same rights as humans. I obey the law, and I pay my taxes, just like everyone else.

I am not here to change your minds about my kind, I doubt I can, but I am here to tell you how to defend yourself none the less, in some small hope that it might save some lives, and redeem us in some way. Defend yourself, not kill us. You have no more right to do that than I have to kill any one of you.

[ Eric steps toward the desk, and picks up a silver chain from just in front of the NV. He raises it a little higher, so that the light glints against it, and so it can be seen. It burns his skin violently where it touches him, a hissing steam, leaving red welts behind where he trickles it across his fingers. ]

Silver. A vampire, at least a vampire from my world, can be paralysed with silver, or at least driven off. Wear it close about your neck, or around your wrists.

[ He doesn't mention that vampires like himself or Godric would be difficult to beat with silver alone. Too old, too fast. It'd have to be a lot of silver. A lot. He dropped the chain without a word more, working his painful fingers. All that matters is the illusion of being a helpful member of society. ]

Better still, stay at home. A vampire cannot enter without invitation.

endowedcaptain

[While Jim's transmission is voice-only this time around, there's plenty of background noise going on. Other distant voices, the occasional sound of an engine, and the sounds that come along with someone being elbow-deep in a car's wiring. The audio feed is saving the network from having to see his grease-stained clothing and cheeks.]

Captain's Log, stardate twenty-twelve point one-five. It's come to my attention that I haven't been making very good on some promises. I know there are a few of you that I've extended dinner or coffee invites to, and considerin' I have a few days off next week I figured I oughta start officially taking care of things. And this includes you, Michael; we haven't gotten the chance to have our little chat yet.