sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: castiel

[ Well, he's taken some time to mull over what Magento told him about his time in the Port: the time he doesn't remember. And thinking it over, trying to reason it out, searching for a shred of memory to explain why he'd done it... nothing like that had worked. So, finally, the younger Winchester comes over the feed, his voice almost jerky, mechanical. To many, it may seem like he's just tired, but to those who know him well... ]

Sorry about being M.I.A. If anyone needs me, I'll be around. I'm taking a sort of--

[ He trails off, and then clears his throat. ]

... Anyway. I'll be back soon.

[Private to Dean Winchester:]
I'm not going to be at home for a few days. Don't tell Mom, alright? I don't want her to worry.

[Private to Castiel:]
Can we talk? In person?

showbizpanache

[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]

All of you, please.

Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.

[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]

momchester

[Counter to her last post, Mary is calm, composed, put-together, an iron look of determination in her eyes.]

If you've called someone and gotten their voicemail in the past three days, you need to comment here and tell me who it was.

I don't care if you think they got sent home, if they have an alibi, if they're supposed to be on a week-long vision quest, I don't care. If there's someone, anyone who you can't get ahold of and isn't absolutely definitely accounted for-

[Mary stops, folds, unfolds her hands. When her sleeve pulls back slightly, you can see a pair of handcuffs around one wrist.]

There might be another Hunt going on. We have to figure out now how many people are missing. Rationalizing where they might be, telling yourself it's not a big deal- forget that. We don't have time to second-guess.

I'm starting the list with Yosuke, Bigby Wolf, and Jesse Turner.

[Her hands are shaking a little. She grits her teeth slightly.]

Michael, everyone from last time- if you know where the grounds are, please. We need to stop this.

integrity

[There is an odd spectacle sitting in a park.

It appears to be Ahiru, sitting on bench. She seems to be frowning critically at her NV, though as she adjusts it, it becomes very apparent that something is very wrong.

For starters, there is a quarter empty bottle of scotch sitting next to her.

For another, there is a pistol in her lap.

And last, but not least, when she speaks, it's in a rather harsh (somewhat drunk) attitude.

Oh, let's not forget that it's with a British accent.

That's important.]

For the information of all those that I care about, I am currently trapped within the body of a little girl, because God has decided to play a lovely little trick on me. Until the moment that I am put within my host again, I have a series of requests. And as the resident ruler of the realm, you should give listening a shot, idiots.

[And Ahiru curls her fingers around the neck of the bottle.]

One, my dog needs to come here. Two, no one touches my things without the express permission of yours truly, else I will handle you personally. And third, Castiel needs to come bring me home, now, because if one more homeless man attempts to abduct me, I am going to rack up a body count that will rival World War II.

[There is a quiet pause, as she glances down at his pistol, before -- ]

And can someone fetch me a decent gun? This one appears to be made in China and we all know what good those mass-manufactured pieces of shit are.

[And the feed ends.]

integrity

[When the video feed turns on, Crowley is examining a pair of handcuffs. They appear extraordinarily normal, save for the fact that Crowley is in what appears to be a sex shop, and he appears pretty pleased with himself.

He's been back in town for about three hours -- and he hasn't told anyone. No, he wants to savor it -- to revel in the fact that he has won. He did it. He, and no one else, managed to win the game that is Life. Screw the Winchesters, screw Castiel, screw everyone, he managed what no one else did.

He beat the Leviathan.

So why not enjoy himself a little? And, true to form (though perhaps much happier than the Port is used to), Crowley tosses the NV the most insufferably lazy smirk known to mankind.]

I will have you all know that I have official documentation, signed by several important people that you should all care about, stating that I am now the ruling king of Canada.

[He is completely and utterly serious.]

I accept fruit baskets and fine liquor as tribute. Anyone who attempts to give me flowers or honey will be shot and fed to the dogs.

[Didn't you miss him, Siren's Port?]

integrity

The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]

upstairsbrain

[ Hello, world. Meet new arrival, Sam Winchester. But you might not know that it's him, because he's not showing his face yet, and: ]

This is Agent Murdock. [ He clears his throat, pausing a moment. ] If anyone's out there, and can hear me, or needs help... just let me know. I'm sort of at a loss, here, and I'd like some information. If this thing is even working, that is.

[ He's confident in his tech abilities, but something's definitely up with his phone. ]

... Thanks.

momchester

Three things.

1: If anybody has experience dealing with the school system here, I'd love to talk to you. I'm trying to get started on enrolling a child for September, and any help or advice would be so appreciated. It's a real hassle.

2: Sam Winchester has left the island. I won't say he's gone, because he was gone a long time ago.

3: Does anybody have the power to turn a cat blue? Without dyes or hurting the cat, please.

[Anyone looking for her at her apartment won't find her there.]

integrity

[If you know anything about Crowley, you know that he likes nice things. And his office is no different. It is mahogany, leather, dark, elegant -- except for that extraordinarily gaudy knock-off Coach purse. Something that is both far too pink and far too fake for his expensive tastes. But that's not quite it -- next to it is a faux leather case and next to that appears to be a razor, a tiny bag of fine white powder, and a handful of condoms.]

Now, I know I for a fact this horrendous knock off purse isn't mine. It isn't even in my color.

[And he slides it to the left with telekinesis, looking moderately disgusted.]

As such, I am now setting up a lost and found. Should you like your items back, I will give them to you. And, even better, I will keep your name confidential for the finely tuned fee of one thousand dollars.

[Crowley shrugs as he settles back into his chair.]

Most of you would think that's a lot, but seeing as the contents of the purse are a sample of crack cocaine, a box of cheap contraceptives, a rusty razor, and an oddly suspect ball gag, I think the young woman who owns this would rather remain anonymous. I'm also under the impression that the Daddy found in the Tracfone in the left pocket is not her legitimate father.

I would go through the bag further, but I thought I would try being a good Samaritan. I also don't want syphilis.

Have a nice evening.

[And the feed ends.]

( Filtered to members of the house // Private // Unhackable )

thelightbringer

[Lucifer is lounging at Merlotte's, of all places. With a book, and a glass of--well, whatever he happened to grab. It might be water.]

Well, someone wake the Gregorians, I think it's my birthday.

Let's start the festivities.

[Basically, no one should plan on leaving their home. Maybe ever again.]

hostage

Hey - guys. Uh...

[A voice post from Jesse? Not his usual style. It sounds like he's outside and struggling to drag something.]

Can you believe there's like no cabs down by Sector 10? Like at all? What's the deal? Tried calling and they won't even come out this way. It's bananas.

So I just, uh -

[He sucks in sharply and stops moving. There's a thump, presumably as he leans against a wall.]

Any one of you guys a healer? Like a healer, not a doctor. I know, I know, it's gonna be dark soon. I'll pay you if you can just, like, get out here. Fast. Before dark. Please.

gaveherwings

[A very over-tired Dr. Yumeno has a bleary moment in Skye Medical breakroom, to turn on his NV and address the network with some wearied satisfaction. He looks like he hasn't caught more than catnaps in about a week, dressed in scrubs, a surgical mask pulled down onto his chin.]

SERO's come through well. A breakthrough much quicker than we anticipated, and ... yet not a moment too soon.

Congratulations are due to my colleagues who were able to be a little more involved in the process. We're very grateful for the good news. I'm considering the benefits of trying to get back into research medical and gene vector therapy myself, after seeing just how desperately the Port needs solutions in the field, to advance and adapt medicine for special needs.

Skye has limited resources for that- as those of you who've been with us can probably tell, it's been sort of a patient care zoo. We've been sorely understaffed, and that has shown in lack of patience, supplies, and time. [He winces, this is not something he's looking forward to bringing up, but there's something dogged in his eyes.]

On that note I'd like to apologize on behalf of any incidents I haven't been able to attend to personally. I've had my hands full, and I haven't been able to check in on the status of Newcomer patients as I would usually. If there are any more horror stories floating around of orderlies refusing to change out sheets or bring meals around to you, believe me when I say that as soon as there is time on my hands, I will be bringing that up as unacceptable staff conduct. If I'm to the be mouthy little newcomer tattler doctor on staff- well, they haven't sacked me yet and I may as well go down fighting for the things I set out to change here.

If there has been any discrimination going on, if anyone has been denied the basic rights of public health care, I urge you to seek legal representation here on the network and also to give me some idea of what was going on and where, so I can speak to my own supervisors as an advocate on your behalf.

But I'm sure what you're all waiting to hear about is cure distribution procedures, so I'm going to address that for a bit-

Skye Medical's just received the first batch of the injection serum an hour ago, and SERO promises more at both city hospitals as soon as they can manufacture it. As far as I'm aware, SPGH is following the same distribution procedure, in needs-based triage stages: first to our patients in critical care, then to hospitalized patients by order of day of admission .... except admitted newcomers without previous medical records, who will likely receive the last batch before going to stage 3, public distribution at the Hospital Walk-in Clinics and the Stadium Quarantine. [That exception does not sit well, by the way his mouth is pursed]

I've been on the phone with the city CDC for the last hour, and it seems we've also been slated last for cure distribution at the Newcomer Center Clinic. I've been told we can expect to receive limited dosages June 6th at the earliest, and that we must shell out for it ourselves as a private health care provider. ....nevermind that we are non-profit!

So- [There is a briskness to his abrupt sigh, a thinly veiled frustration. It has been a very trying hour on the phone.] My advice to those of you still waiting for the cure at home is to wait till the second day of Stage 3 release, which they're tentatively forecasting for June 3rd or 4th. Come to Skye Medical's 24 hr clinic, or SPGH's public distribution center. Arrive early after morning siren, be prepared to wait. While in line, if you are questioned by anyone other than a medical professional about your citizen status, please try your damnedest to pass yourself off as a local. [ Disgusted, Daedalus looks aside.] (Two years, and this is what 'progress' gets us...)

Thank you again for bearing with us. I'm trying my best. I'll be available for a little while, to answer any questions.

surgicalshot

[Two very familiar doctors are at the Newcomer Clinic, which has recently been stocked with lots of boxes of syringes, non-latex gloves, blankets, tissues, and the standard issue hospital masks. Doctor Tenma has a mask around his neck, something that he could easily pull up for the next patient. There’s some gloves hanging around his stethoscope, too, the same with Doctor Yumeno.]

I think everyone knows by now that there’s some kind of virus going around. It presents itself like the flu, and it’s spreading pretty fast.

[Tenma looks at Daedalus, who looks at the camera.]

We're here to advise you on the basics. Stay rested and well-hydrated, this is especially important if you are losing fluids to fever or vomiting. Acetaminophen or ibuprofen can be used to reduce a fever.

[Tenma moves one of the boxes aside, a package filled with prescription bottles.]

From what we’ve heard, there might be a shortage of these drugs at local pharmacies. We do have some supply here at the newcomer clinic, if you need to stop by. If fever lasts for longer than 3 days, or if you begin coughing up blood, give one of us, or the Clinic, a call.

[Daedalus gives a small nod at the camera, hands folded on the table.]

If your temperature rises above 104°F, you'll want to come to the emergency room at either Siren's Port General, or Skye Medical Center. Skye's walk-in clinic is open even during darkness, but...it's very crowded now, you can expect to be waiting for several hours. If you're not experiencing severe symptoms, it's probably a better idea to stay home and in bed.

Please be careful to avoid heavily congested public places, such as public transportation, the mall, stadium, movie theaters, all of those kind of things. Be sure you're washing hands, especially before preparing or handling food.

[Tenma points to the mask around his neck.]

Also, it might be wise to pick up one of these hospital masks, so if you go into a crowded place, it’s just an extra protection against breathing in any germs. We have a lot of boxes of them at the Clinic, so if you want, you can stop by and pick one or two up.

[Daedalus speaks up again.]

As of right now, SERO's Disease Control Division has noted symptoms surfacing rapidly among many newcomers and local citizens alike, over the past 48 hours. They have advised that hospitals treat this as an outbreak-level threat. They are the Island's leading source of information on epidemiology breakthroughs, and we at SPGH and Skye are receiving hourly developments from each of the hospitals, which are in open communication with one another.

We'll be keeping you updated with relevant information as it develops on our end, if we can beat the news media to it. We'd also like to be aware of the resources available to newcomers. You can come here to the clinic for basic over-the-counter medical supplies. We've purchased them in bulk, and have them here, so you can skip the lines at the drug store.

[Tenma smiles reassuringly at the camera.]

We’re not trying to scare you or anything by all of this, by the way. We just want to keep everyone healthy, so if you need anything, you can call any of the doctors from the Newcomer Clinic, or myself, or Doctor Yumeno, 24/7. That's all we have for now, so be safe, Siren's Port!

seaphonic

_{[When the feed kicks on, those watching will be greeted with the beautiful sight of the sunrise at the seaside, the sun making the water sparkle and glitter on the horizon. There are the light sounds of seagulls in the background before a hand makes to grab the NV and move it to a different rock. This time when the hand pulls back Syrena is in full view, sitting upright on a rock, the end of her golden, scaly tail shining in the rising sunlight. She's just as topless as ever, but her long, dark hair seems to be pulled over her chest, hiding anything unsightly in plain view. She seems somewhat forlorn as she sits, long fingers twisting in her hair.]}

In this sea, I am alone. It is a quiet thing, to be alone. It is even a boring thing at certain times. But mostly, it is quiet, at least when one forgets the sounds of boats and metal ships.

I have been here for many moons now, trapped in this suffocating sea. I never thought how much I would crave the songs of my sisters or the company of another of my own kind. There is a gentle porpoise who visits me often, but it is not the same. They cannot sing and one can only listen to their own voice in isolation for so long.

_{[She stops toying with her hair then, setting her hands down on either side of the rock. She would never admit it using the word lonely, but she is. Terribly so, in her own little way.]}

I want music. The piano - I heard it twice. A boy played it for me and so did Elliot. I have not heard such music since but it was beautiful. Elliot no longer visits for he left long ago. Others who used to visit me have stopped as well. Either they have died or disappeared - I do not know.

Things are quiet once more. There are no more hotdogs or Twinkies or pies. Pickles will not answer. I wanted him to send me more Dethklok songs. Even he too, is silent. Has he left as well? Or perhaps he has had too much drink and cannot get up, just like Jack Sparrow said about drink and men. The pirate has left too, I believe, for he has not bothered me in quite some time about ships. If he is gone, I will think little of it.

_{[There's a little sigh.]}

All I want is a song. A note. A melody. Something to fill the quiet. At least with music, one cannot be alone - even if they are the only one of their kind.

A request then: Will someone sing for me? Will someone play a song?

learnyourplace

[Rachel manages to startle herself while poking around at the appliances in her small, starter apartment. With her NV in one hand as she does, it comes as no surprise that she turns it on as she backs away from an exploding toaster.

Obviously, she shouldn't be allowed near a kitchen. It's probably a good thing she doesn't need to eat. There's a moment of her just looking at the counter top -- then at the NV and her head tilts a bit to the side.

It probably shouldn't be on.] Oh. [She fumbles with it, trying to turn off the feed and finally, fed up, tries to turn it off via angel mojo. She only succeeds in blowing up a lightbulb. She looks very put-upon, very frustrated, hiding a thread of fear underneath it. She is not ready to let other know she's here. That choice has been taken from her, because of her own carelessness.

... She still can't find the right button to push.]

soul_scatter

[Byakuya has recovered from being battered by angel reiatsu during the SERO raid. He hasn't complained, merely stayed in his house and recovered from the owie.

However, today, he is in his room, at his desk with papers spread in front of him. He glances up at the feed.]

I am announcing it now, though I have already tendered my resignation. I will be leaving Hawthorne University at the end of this semester.

I bear no ill will toward the university or anyone who remains there. I will, of course, be searching for a new position immediately.

( Fail!Locked to the NPP )

scarlet_kitsch

(HACK LEVEL: MODERATE.)

[This is only the second time Wanda has directed addressed the entire newcomer network. Since arriving, her NV has been used sporadically and never with any serious intent. Until now, she was content to stay in the background, picking and choosing with whom she spoke on a whim.

But things have changed. Recent events force her to actively seek out information. It is no longer possible to drift along, Pollyanna style, easily giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, hoping for the best. So, she’s putting on her big girl panties and actively taking control, something she should have done from the beginning. She’s not feeling up to using the video function, but she needs to see the faces of those who respond, to look in their eyes.]

Hello. I’ve spoken to a few of you but not many. [She manages a fragile smile.] I’m reaching out now to ask for information. You may have seen the news reports about the destruction of a SERO building. Two newcomers died; one of them was named Michael Xavier. [Despite how false it feels, the name flows from her lips easily enough.]

I knew Michael back home. [That’s a lie, but it’s close enough to the truth.] We never got a chance to reconnect here.

I am not looking for condolences. [In her eyes is a strange mix of sadness, fear, and determination.] I’m actually interested in anecdotes. Anything you can tell me about Michael and his life here in Siren’s Port would be of help. [Her expression hardens slightly.] And I want to know everything, the good and the bad, no matter how trivial. If you have any stories about Michael, I’d appreciate hearing them.

Thank you. This is important to me.

thelittlestbub

[She's got her head bowed, shoulders rising and falling as if she's panting. Her hair is black, with red and silver streaks in it. The wall behind her is utterly blank.

Her harsh panting comes over the audio. Jubilee has been working. The video trembles for a moment and then she raises her head.

Blue eyes are seen through stringy hair. Sweat streaks her face.

And her eyes... her eyes aren't normal. They're flat, dead, exhausted...]

Dr. Michael Xavier is dead.

[The video cuts out, with the NV being hurled across a room.]

[OOC: Jubilee has locked herself in the Danger Room. And then locked the Danger Room down so no one can get in except herself, Emma and Magneto. She's also wearing void cuffs, because... yeah. She's surging and can't be around people.

To the people in her condo: Her phone went off at about 3am, right as she got to bed and then she just left. No one saw her again until this post.

Anyone wanting to look into the shenanigans: HIT THIS PLOTTING POST]

possessing

[Meg is not pleased and seems to have taken up a seat in the back booth of some bar. It's pretty dingy and smoky, definitely not clean, and not at all a respectable joint in any way. She manages to look completely out of place, her hair pulled up and in a white dress shirt. If it wasn't for the leather jacket draped over her shoulders and the glass that must've been something on the rocks, it could be easily assumed that she'd found herself in the wrong place. If you didn't know her anyway.She's got her feet kicked up on the table and she's probably got the phone propped up judging by the angle, though she's not quite as in frame as she could be.]

Canada. That's a new one. Haven't been here in …..Oh, well. An apocalypse. Who's idea was having a mystical hell hole trap in Canada...?

It's a nice little magical feedback loop they have going, real pretty and all, have to admit that. Can't get out, only can get in if you're "pulled".

[She pauses, and rolls her glass across the table, staring past the camera, and looking for all the world like she's got her thoughts elsewhere.]

I don't really have time for this.

[There's a beat, and she rolls her eyes.]

And even if I don't just get yanked out of history for all time, I don't like having my things get screwed with, got it?

I was on a roll.

[There's another pause as Meg thinks, her eyes lighting up before she finally starts chuckling. It's not really a nice sound, and she finally looks at the camera, raising an eyebrow.]

Just is my kind of luck though, these days. So. Come out, come out, where ever you are. It doesn't take much to sniff hell and angel dust, so who've I gone and gotten my poor little self trapped with, hm? Don't be shy.

endlesswitch

[ Today Beato has one question, and one alone for those to reply to! She has business intentions, and ones that she will get to should the answers suffice ]

Even a mere lower class demon has something that it can claim to be skilled with. So tell me, Siren's Port-- just what talents do you hold? Unless there is nothing. However, if that is the case, how sad, how uninteresting! You will not even be able to be compared with Goats!