sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: blaine anderson

[Guess who's back, gang! Looking cleaned-up and more put-together than normal, in a spiffy bright white shirt that's honestly oddly formal for him. Despite the snazzy clothes and overall manscaping, he looks like he's had the longest friggin' day of his life. The stress shows in how he runs his hand through his hair, messing it up hopelessly.]

Wow. Two weeks, huh?

[Hissing out a breath.]

Man, they really don't tell you how weird it is to go home then come back again. I mean, that's like the-center-cannot-hold levels of what the hell, a serious rift in the Force. It's been months...

[He shakes his head quickly, visibly trying to snap out of it.]

Okay, whatever. This would be big boy pants time, right? I can do that.

So I guess you guys have to tell me what happened while I was gone. Gossip or whatever? The Core forgot to send me Facebook updates across parallel universes, so I'm all out of touch. I'm pretty sure nothing fell apart without me, so you can get back from the edges of your seats now.

Oh, and- hi.

unluckyinlove

[Jinx looks excited. So excited that she might explode if she doesn't tell anyone and everyone why. Meanwhile, Gabriel is in the background, leaning against a wall and looking like the cat who ate the canary. Oh, he's smug.]

I have an announcement-- [She stops herself and looks back at Gabriel, her grin only getting bigger.] We have an announcement to make. Last night, Gabriel proposed to me...

[She shows off her left hand and has to contain a squeal. What the audience should be turning their attention toward is her recently acquired fashion statement.] I said yes!

[As if everyone in the Port is too dumb to put two and two together, she just has to add:] We're getting married!

[From the peanut gallery:] Never let it be said that I didn't make an honest woman out of her. [A beat.] ...Well, sorta.

rewritethesky

[It's later in the afternoon. She's tired from school, but something has been bugging her for the past week. Something strange and scary, but she needs to approach the problem head on.

She needs to be brave and do this, in case others are hurting. She only wishes she could trust herself to go on video or that her voice would be level enough to make an audio feed instead of just text.]

Very recently, a friend of mine came to me with a problem. He couldn't remember certain things. They weren't vital, but it was distressing. They were memories that shouldn't have been forgotten. I think there's been someone going around with the ability to changes memories. I don't know if there are any other cases, but there could be. This might be strange, but I have the ability to manipulate memories myself. I changed it back for my friend, so he remembers the correct things now. But I'm worried there are others effected or in the same condition he was in. My name is Namine. If someone finds their memory isn't right, I can try to fix, though I can't promise that I'll be able to help everyone. I will try my best and do what I can. My contact is here if it's needed. I will try to do what I can for others.

((OOC: If anyone from the memory plot wants their memory, fixed before event end, this is your chance. However, due to the nature of her abilities, she might not fix all the people effected unless they have Kingdom Hearts cast CR. If you don't have any, you can try to chat her or others in the KH cast up to make it!))

showbizpanache

[It isn't hard to notice the boy splashing around the streets of Sector 4 that afternoon. Maybe it's because he's wearing bright red jeans that look painted on and isn't carrying an umbrella--or maybe it's because he's wearing a look of fear and confusion, and that's a bit unusual for someone who uses this route to get to work every day.

He finds a place to sit and fiddles with the NV until the video feed clicks on.]

Hello-- Hello? Is this working? Is this like a phone? Can anyone see me?

[He swallows hard.]

I don't know where I am. What's happening? Someone said this is Canada-- That can't be real, that's absolutely impossible. I wasn't here a minute ago, I was--

[Some more people pass by and he lowers his voice. He brushes a hand through his hair, clearing his throat, trying to appear calm.] I was with my boyfriend. His name is Blaine. Please, we--we need to get home. I would be very, very grateful to anyone who can tell me where he is. Where I am, for that matter.

Thank you--in advance. Thank you. If anyone's actually... I don't even know what I'm doing.

[He sets the NV down and curls up in a ball on the bench, the rain pattering around him.]

unluckyinlove

[The video feed clicks on to a young woman sitting on a barstool. Her long fuchsia hair is pulled back into a messy bun and one of her legs is crossed neatly over the other. She's wearing a simple, black outfit. The top is sleeveless, showing off a tattoo of a swan on her bicep. It's still relatively new. Her hand is idly tapping a pen against a clipboard that she's holding against her knee.]

Listen up, Port. My name is Jinx. I own Purgatory. If you don't know who I am or what that is, you're obviously new.

[She clears her throat and recrosses her legs.] Purgatory is a cabaret nightclub located in Sector Five. We recently threw a party for St Patrick's Day and I didn't even get to enjoy it. Why? Because half of my staff didn't show and they're probably all deported or dead. So, think of this as a job opportunity. We're officially hiring.

[The sorceress takes a moment to jot something down on her clipboard before she continues.]

We need hostesses, servers, chefs, and talent. Singers, dancers, musicians, people who can stand up in front of a microphone and make drunk people laugh. I don't wanna say we're desperate, but I'm a crap waitress and there's only so many times Gabriel can pull rabbits out of things before people get bored.

So, if you're interested, say the word. Talk to me now, call me later, or contact this buffoon. [She leans in, putting a hand up to her mouth as though she's whispering a secret.] He's an archangel. Make fun of him for it.

[Jinx grins, showing off a very sharp row of teeth, then shuts off the feed.]

paterelohim

[Hey there, bros and brosises. Chuck is sitting on the edge of a stone fountain in a park somewhere, polishing off an iced coffee that's decidedly girly-looking, but shh. He gives the NV a very serious look.]

It's Pi Day, Siren's Port. Have you had your pie today?

discretion

[The text appears handwritten on those NVs that can process it as such: elegant, slightly stylized, beautiful.]

Another birthday come and gone. It's difficult to believe.

At times like this it's hard not to look backward at all of the things you have left behind coming here, to be buried in bittersweet thoughts of what could have been.

For new arrivals, I know it must be difficult to face. There is a great deal of help out here at the Newcomer Community Center, but the best advice I can give is to put one foot in front of the other. In August, I will have lived in Siren's Port for two years.

I consider it my home now. I know for some it will never be home, and I understand why that is. But I hope if it cannot be your home, that we newcomers can still become your second family. The company is what makes this city bearable.

Take care, my friends. My family.

cheerhealer

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

( private to peter ; extremely difficult to hack )

( private to loki ; moderately difficult to hack )

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

thelittlestbub

[She's got make up on and is hiding the illness still wracking her. She's managing not to hack up a lung because this is important and you never show weakness. Ever.

She's also in her uniform. Not her normal flat black, though. This one is different. There's a deep red under her arms that goes downward. No one can see the bottom, where the racing stripes down her legs fade from silver to blue, to Magneto's purple. It's directed at someone, because she knows he'll get it. To hell with the rest of you plebeians.]

Good morning. In certain sectors of the Newcomer community this morning, I have no doubt that there are a lot of questions.

I am neither condoning, condemning, nor confirming actions, at this time.

However. I am asking that all who are leaving the House of Awesome do so by noon today.

All belongings left behind will be stored and returned to their rightful owners, at mutually agreed upon times and places.

Temporarily, I am stating that this building will no longer be accepting Newcomers. Until now, we've had an open policy, but as of noon, that policy is on indefinite hold. I am sorry for anyone that this inconveniences.

[No, she's not, but it's politic to say so.]

Of course, anyone that remains here will have leave to come and go as they need. All visitors will be cleared by myself and myself alone.

I am available if anyone has any questions.

[Feed cuts to private filters:]

[HoA, but ONLY those that are staying, and she can pretty much guess who they are, Magneto Filters]

Anyone else who wishes to leave is welcome to. I'm sorry to see you go.

[That's at least honest.]

[Locked to Deadpool, Spidey, and Loki only.]

Deadpool, Loki, Spidey, this house is hereby on lockdown. Until further notice and yes I'm in charge.

[See her? She's the mercenary child soldier trained by Wolverine, Cyclops, Emma Frost and Charles Xavier. Welcome to her world.]

[Private/unhackable to Kenzo Tenma]

[Finally, she drops the facade and just looks tired.]

... I could use a friend tonight, if you've got time to spare. Please?

starsaremything

[here's Rachel standing in the baseball diamond, looking a little bit older, with better hair and definitely with better clothes. She looks a mix between slightly confused and agitated because she was in the middle of something kind of important and now she's back somewhere that she remembers being... more than a year ago]

Does this whole 'turn up in the middle of who knows where Canada' thing really happen to people as often as this? I was really busy back home this time with Senior Year and everything. We have to win Nationals this year and I was waiting for something really important.

[now a pause because she's been thinking for a while during her time just standing in the diamond without her NV on. She knows that she died, can even remember a little of it, but the thought mostly makes her a little queasy]

What am I supposed to do now, though? I didn't think I'd ever leave and come back here. I don't even know how long it's been or if any of my friends are here. I'm pretty sure that everyone's probably gone home by now. What am I supposed to do? I can't do anything here, and my friends back home need me to be there. The Glee Club would completely implode without me! I know that time isn't-- whatever this place does to time, but we really were in the middle of something important.

[yeah, that's pretty much all said in one breath and she sighs a little, shaking her head and biting her bottom lip a moment]

I don't really want to be here alone. I'm not an alone kind of person... and do I have to look for a job all over again?

[a pause]

I really don't want to die again, either.

defineshinky

[She's standing right outside the Newcomer Apartments, clearly having just been shown there. Yet nothing else about Wendy reads as a desperately lost Newcomer. She looks resolutely unimpressed.]

Okay, the last time I did this, I didn't need to hurl in the Field of Dreams. Not kosher. Boss, come in if the nice men in labcoats were wrong and you're out there.

Somewhere.

[She looks at her NV expectantly, her frown growing deeper with each passing moment that she doesn't get the response that she's looking for.]

Come on, Middleman. Don't make me do the Ride Lonesome bit, that's not my routine.

[Time passes and she gets nothing. Finally, Wendy sighs, accepting the situation.]

Well, guess it is now. Okay, how do I--

[She starts pressing buttons and her brow furrows when she stumbles across the Network.]

Whoa. Uh. Hi.

showbizpanache

Good evening, everyone. First of all I'd like to thank everyone who has submitted something to the Out of the Darkness project thus far. Submissions are open indefinitely, so I strongly encourage everyone to consider making a post and to spread the word as much as possible.

Secondly, the Community Center has been offered as a location to hold support group meetings for those who have suffered losses in the Port. If anyone is still interested, please let me know what day and time suits you best, so we can coordinate a schedule.

[He takes a breath.] Now, without further ado, here are today's Out of the Darkness submissions. The second submission mentions suicide, so please bear that in mind before reading.

( Aurican; video )

( Anonymous text; trigger warning for mentions of suicide )

( Claire Bennet; voice )

[Back to Kurt.]

Feel free to respond with your own messages, or discuss what the messages mean to you. Thanks again to all of you for making this happen. You're all so brave and generous. And I can't stress enough how important this is.

leaderly

[Video]

[If Souji had his way, he would never post to the Network ever again. Not after the Shadow incident. He's sitting at the table in his apartment looking slightly bored. He puts on a small smile.]

Hi. I was wondering if anyone could tell me who to contact if I want to be a Greeter. I'd appreciate it.

paterelohim

[The NV is spinning in the air, the image incredibly confused before the thing hitting the edge of a couch and landing at an odd angle. The video shows legs- feet, a pair of sock-clad feet vanishing into jeans and another pair with shoes on, gathered around what looks like a coffee table, though the table itself is out of the frame.

After a moment something drops into the frame from above: a slender, lifeless hand, obviously dangling off the table above, with blood running down the smooth skin. There's a sob off-screen and someone pulls it away again.

The sound is muffled and terrible quality, but some things can be heard.]

Stop it goddamn it just stop- haven't you done enough? STOP IT.

[Chuck's voice, sounding panicked and desperate. Someone kicks the NV and the sound muffles- a riot of noise, of yelling, and the picture starts flashing, distorting, static and terrible noisy feedback- and then yelling that crescendos into a scream. It's garbled but the NV picks up just a little-]

-THE FUCK OUT NOW-

[Before it distorts again and goes dead.]

[Text post, about 30 minutes later.]

Sorry about that. It's fine. It's taken care of. Okay, that's a lie. Not that it's anyone's business. Someone from Purgatory cover my shift tomorrow. And the next day.

[ OOC: This is open to action to anyone at the HoA. Chuck's in one of the common areas, sitting like a trauma patient on a couch next to a bloody coffee table. Fred is dead, was killed by Angelus, but her body's already vanished by the time of the text post.

The static and feedback was Chuck's grip on His powers kind of slipping a lot and Him accidentally making lights explode.]

thequarterback

[No video this time. Voice only. He wasn't even going to bother with that. This was originally text, but he feels confident enough right now to speak. Video is just out of the question though. There's no chance of that right now]

I just have one question, you know, something I've been sorta wondering about. [He's trying to keep his voice steady and his tone light, but he can't seem to really bring much life to it] Go ahead and ignore me if this is too personal or whatever, but how do you deal with death? [He pauses] I mean, there's been that stuff on the news about vampire attacks and people dying and everything. So it just got me thinking, I guess. [That's not how he started thinking about it at all] I mean, I, uh, I never really lost anyone close to me before, at least not anyone I remember.

showbizpanache

[Kurt has been off for quite a while now--so it seems as though nothing has changed, not really. When he starts to speak though, it's in this falsely smooth, oddly controlled tone of voice. His face is very pale.]

Recently, Blaine made a post about a movement from our home called It Gets Better. To reiterate, it's a way in our world for people to reach out to one another via the Internet to share experiences and assist in the prevention of suicide for LGBT youths. I'm pleased to inform you all that he and I are establishing a similar program here in the Port, hereby named the Out of the Darkness Project.

[He presses his lips together for a moment.] If anyone would like to share their experiences with finding light in dark times--whether here or at home, and for any audience, LGBT or otherwise--please send your videos, texts, and audio posts to me or Blaine Anderson. One of us will broadcast it for you. Hopefully this increased communication between Newcomers will assist with the day-to-day tribulations of living in the Port.

That said, I... [A deep breath.] I'd like to add something else to this. I've been considering creating a support group of sorts for those who have lost people here in the Port, to the Darkness or otherwise. I'm not a therapist by any means, but just to have a group of people with similar experiences to confide in... I think it would be beneficial for a lot of us. I was thinking the Newcomer Memorial might be a nice place to hold meetings. If anyone is interested or has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.

[Pause.]

The Darkness is... It's a lot of things. I'm aware of its origin, literally, but... I sort of think of it as the opposite of It Gets Better. It's everything in the world that no one can escape, those evil things that happen to good people, the absence of light and hope. It can't ever go away, but we can choose to live above it. So please, if you can...consider making a video to contribute to our project. We all have our differences, but when you break it down, we are all in this mess together. Let's start acting like it.

Thank you for your time.

( Filtered to the Glee kids )

motioned

[A somewhat anxious face comes onto the network today, though she's trying to mask it. Before she addresses the network, Ahiru looks over her shoulder towards a figure behind her and begins to speak.]

It doesn't really matter if they know or not!

[In the background, Maya's voice is audible:]

Ahiru, it's your birthday! Of course they've got to know!

[With a sigh, she turns back to the NV, laughing nervously.]

Well, um, I'm fifteen today. But, I don't want presents or anything like that, so you don't have to get me any! I think being here and being able to meet all my friends is more important than anything like that. It's really weird to think that I'm spending another birthday here, but... I'm happy, too.

[She looks back at Maya, looking for confirmation that she can turn the feed off. Out of sight, the older girl gives her a cheerful thumbs up, and the post ends.]

[ooc: Blue is Ahiru and purple is Maya!]

igottagay

So this might come as a huge shock to a lot of you people, but despite acting like Satan's most recent coming, I'm down with a radical hippie named Jesus.

[This rather prophetic statement comes from Santana's apartment -- and if you squint, you can see the vestiges of some ash on her forehead. Someone went to a service today.]

And for Lent, I'm going to give up something that's worth its weight in gold -- time. And I'm going to give it to a crisis center. I'm not exactly therapist material, because I'd rather slap someone than tell them their problems can totally be validated -- but I'm a pretty phenomenal singer. And whenever I get down on myself and hate the world and everyone in it, I sing about it.

So, for forty days and forty nights, every afternoon, from one to three in the afternoon in between shifts unless there's zombie dogs or whatever wandering around, I'll be outside the performance arts theatre singing for some cash. And the cash collected during that is going toward a fund for GLBTQ youths so that the people coming here can go to therapy or whatever if they can't cope with shit. And for your reference, that's gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgendered-questioning for the people who are seriously considering voting for an old white man for President instead of our super cool black one.

[Pause.]

And if anyone in my stupid glee club from back home wants to come with me, I guess we can be all nostalgic and bust out the super lame Journey for people who want to see us not suck.

starsaremything

[the NV turns on to show Rachel in all her... well, she's dressed up a little bit, as much as Rachel can dress up anyways, and she's placed her NV on a table so that she can sit across from it, her arms and legs both crossed]

My boyfriend-- you probably know him, his name is Finn Hudson and he's kind of cute and a little weird and really, really tall-- asked me to move in with him last week. I just... we want to make sure that we have enough money, and I really love living with Kurt and Blaine, they're great roommates, I think they need to be alone sometimes, but...

[and a pause because she was nervous and kind of distracted herself-- this isn't anything like acting or singing or performing at all, because now she has to try to do this the right way]

Anyways, I need to find a job around here? I don't know what my power is or anything like that, but I'm very, very good with performance arts and-- I haven't graduated from high school yet, but I was about to finish my junior year back home, so I'm pretty smart, too, if there are any jobs that need that kind of thing.

graceful_cutter

[Today, Amy seems to be lounging in someone's office rather than the stone walls of her church home, or the playground she usually stays at.]

It occurs to me that yet another year has passed since I had arrived here... that makes it two. I wonder how old I am now. I can't quite keep track of it without a proper birthday to call my own.

[She pulls out a piece of paper from a bag and peers at it before looking back at the NV.]

I won voice and piano lessons at the silent auction some time ago... would anyone know who Blaine Anderson is?