sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: death

[When the feed flickers on Dean's figuring out how to angle it right over his shoulders so it's not too close or too far from him when he starts talking. The whole video thing's still new to him, and he's not sure how to turn it off half the time when he's talking to someone on it.

For a split second you get the image of a folded up assless hospital gown, Mary's apartment and the subtle sigils on the wall, then it's on him.

His hair is still wet from a shower and he's in a black t-shirt and jeans, the amulet looks like nothing but a small flicker of gold before he's got the receiver positioned upright.]

For those of you just joinin' us death's not permanent here. [He should've figured that out when it came to his dad but he just figured that it'd take a lot more than a bullet to the brain to kill him. He had to go out swinging.

Dean just looks tired. He's in nowhere near the same amount of pain as he was in before croaking but he's still riding some out. Not as pale but irritated and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He shrugs.] Doesn't mean you should go Berserker but I thought some of you could use the intel.

[Dean's about to turn off the feed when it hits him.] Anyone know what day of the week it is?

[TFW filter. Including all friends. None of the enemies. Screw you Meg, Crowley, Ruby, Zachy, and the rest.]

Sorry I checked out.

I feel like I got hit by a freight train and then Sam got some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.

[Forget that both have sort of happened. He's not gonna go into how literal that metaphor is.]

Anyway, not sure how long I've been gone but at least I'm not some creepy night monster.

[Willow Rosenberg]

How 'bout that beer?

in_a_dark_wood

[The NV is looking up at the ceiling of a room in the Tower Apartments. Dante's voice comes lazily from off screen.]

I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.

[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]

Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.

I think someone's fucking with us.

[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]

[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]

Question is who? And why?

[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]

Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.

((Dante's permissions post))

laurice

[At first, nothing can be heard except the muffled sounds of someone grumbling, coughing, and tossing and turning in bed. When Larry speaks, his voice is hoarse and small...and nasal at first, punctuated by a sniffle here or there.]

B-boss? I ca'd cob do -

[He stops, and he blows his nose uproariously. The sound is a little more distant than what you would expect; he presumably turned away first.]

Boss...I can't come to work today -

[This time, Larry is interrupted by a fit of coughing - terrible, hacking noises, as if he was trying to cough up his own lungs. He gasps, and then lets out another cough before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.]

Ugh. Whatever's been goin' around, I got it. Real bad.

... [Larry, this message was supposed to be filtered to Raul Creed, right? Well, it seems that he has either forgotten, or is too sick to care.]

Oh, great. I sent this over the network, didn't I?

[And what comes next is the sound of someone burying his head under a pillow and groaning.

If you want to visit him, he's in his house at Sector 6 and does not want to talk about what happened yesterday. That might be the reason why he's finally come down with the bug - badly.]

doeswhathewants

I've oft heard lately that a frozen dessert, iced cream, is good for those who are ill. Well, there are so many of you ill, I thought to contribute to assisting in your recovery by making this iced cream much more .... available.

[He's sitting on the ledge of a building, looking down on the street, the NV is focused on the street as police cars swarm after their quarry. The transformation is near instantaneous- cars, then large blobs of ice cream with overly large bananas sticking out of them. Uniformed officials scramble stickily out of the mess, only to find themselves slipping on the discarded banana peels. Loki's soft laughter is heard as the NV focuses in more sharply on the mess below.]

One may thank me in tribute of Red Bull and the Eggs of Cadbury, please no virgin sacrifices, that gets awkward.

[Oops. Loki may have accidentally interfered in police business. The NV clicks off. All typically exempted people are exempt, of course, Loki would never forget about you. Also Stark, if he owns a car.]

motioned

[The feed is pointed down at a plain blanket before it's swung up to show white walls, and finally a certain redhead who certainly looks like she's seen better days. The viewer can probably discern she's in a hospital, judging by the gown and the IV stand sitting by the edge of the bed. She looks positively exhausted and slightly pained, as well as dazed, but wears a smile nonetheless. Her voice, when she speaks, is raspy and somewhat winded, but still attempts to remain cheerful despite the circumstances.]

Hi everyone! Um, I just wanted to make sure everyone knew - [A pause, to cough heavily, that trails on a few seconds longer than it ought to. Fevered thinking is great.]

Knew, um... Oh, where I was! And that I was okay. Or at least, I should be okay really soon, I guess! And-

[She swings the NV, showing the other inhabitant of the room.]

[Roxas is in the other bed, staring vacantly into space before startling slightly when he realizes the camera is on him now. Right, right, they were going to talk to their friends.]

Hi. [He lifts the arm that doesn't have an IV in it and waves more or less in the direction of the camera. He doesn't look much better than Ahiru, although his friends might notice he's improved since arriving at the hospital. His face is blotchy and his spiky hair is a lot flatter than normal, but a tentative smile is on his face.]

It's been really crowded here, but it's not so bad if you know your roommate. [He coughs.]

[She reaches for his hand, and the feed tips slightly as she tries to regain her balance - she's leaned a little too far from the bed. She laughs, slightly awkward, but it dissolves into coughing after a moment or two.]

It's probably not bad at all! At least, it's better than the people who are all alone in their hospital rooms.

[Pause. Blink.]

Or with really mean strangers. I guess that'd be just as bad.

Yeah... [He drifts off for a moment, then shakes his head, sneezes twice, and squeezes her fingers lightly. The effort of reaching out to connect seems to have taken up a lot of their energy for the moment.]

I know we don't look so good. [He smiles feebly and a little sadly.] But we're getting better, really. We'll come home soon, I promise.

[She looks towards him, tilting her head slightly as she thinks. And scrunches her face up for a moment before sneezing rather loudly as well.]

We probably don't look that bad for being in the hospital, though, right? I mean, I haven't really known a whole bunch of people who've been in the hospital, I guess. But I think that's probably a good thing... [She trails off and looks away from him, staring out the window for a moment before she blinks and looks back towards the NV.]

But, um, he's right about us getting better!

[He nods.] And it's nice to have company. Not as boring. Ahiru told me a good joke today.

[She stares for a moment, her brow wrinkling.]

I did? Oh, oh, I did! That was before I fell asleep the last time, right?

Right. [He frowns.] What was it again?

It was, um... [There's a long pause; probably longer than it should be for remembering something so simple.]

Oh! Why did the, um, why did the chicken - cross the road?

Why? [He sounds like he genuinely wants to know.]

Because it... [And then she pauses for a while again. After a minute, she brings her finger to the side of her head, staring at the ceiling. Which somehow seems fascinating now.]

I never noticed that there aren't tiles up there the way there are on the floor...

Oh, yeah... [He stares up with her for a minute before seeming to remember the NV's camera, which has tilted slightly.]

Anyway...we really will be okay. [His expression slips into something sadder.] We're not going anywhere.

[She squeezes his hand, the smile fading for a minute as she looks towards him.]

And we'd really like to hear how everyone else is doing, too!

[ooc: Expect replies from both of them! Action is fine, though if you'd prefer an action thread with only one of them, here they are in the hospital log.]

ochitashinigami

[Eric appears on the screen, looking like death warmed over. He's been sick for days and he's tried to hide it. He can't anymore.]

I need to find somewhere to stay until I'm better. Please...

My uh... roommate isn't ill yet and I don't want him to get it.

Can someone take me?

And if you know him, don't tell him.

[He flips it off and waits for a reply.]

Current Mood: sick

mirroredmemory

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

[VIDEO]

[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

knocker

[Voice]

[The voice is low and sounds furious, at some points sounding as though he’s speaking through clenched teeth.]

Jesse, where the hell are you?! I was on top of the parking deck a couple of minutes ago and now I’m in some city I don’t recognize. Why aren’t you answering your goddamned phone?! And where the hell did your voicemail go?

I rescued you after you went and got yourself kidnapped not a few hours ago and now you won’t pick up? If you ruined this by getting yourself kidnapped again--[He stops abruptly, too seemingly angry to complete his thought.]

Call me back the second you get this.

virginwarrior

jasjasjcnckjdhehrgkijgafsjb

[Fiddling with it until sound starts:]

Cursed contraption! What fool designed this thing!?

[More fiddling until... AHA! Video! Only the Valkyrie's shoulders and head are visible, piece of armor visible and a feathered helm.]

Damn these human devices. What use has a god for such trivial objects?

[Not. Happy.]

I am Lenneth Valkyrie. I've been observing what people say, when I can manage to work this... thing. This world is nothing like the Midgard I left behind. Or any of the other realms I have walked through in the years that I was awake.

I have seen things fly in the sky that belong to no species of bird that I recognized. I feel I should be cautious when sharing the skies with them. What other things are there to be wary of in this city of metal?

buttwombs

[After looking forever, Norio has found a job he can do without dealing with people face-to-face. He's found a job with a survey company who randomly calls NVs asking questions and didn't mind hiring a Newcomer.

Sure, he had to lie about his age a little bit, but no harm in that, right?]

Hello! My name's Norio! Do you have time to answers a few questions about recent purchases?

universaljanitor

Whatever this is that's going around. Has anyone found a cure for it? Any relief? Done anything that's managed to get the fever down at all? The vomiting to stop?

At this point, I'm not going to judge how unorthodox the cure might be, anything to get a bit of relief would be absolutely brilliant.

One of my hearts stopped this morning. So the sooner I can get a response, the better.

[For the record? He's not okay. He hasn't managed to eat in a day, has a fever that would equal brain damage in a human, it's hard to breathe, he's bordering on delirium and... well. As said, one of his hearts went out. And that has him in a sort of desperate mood. He's failing at finding a cure on his own - which is strange in and of itself - so... yeah. He's getting kind of desperate.]

( Private to Eleven )

[ooc: This is followed by This log here, which takes place tomorrow! But since I am not going to be around Friday or Saturday these posts needed to happen now >:E Pretty much, Ten will die tomorrow from the guilt plague, and will be back around Sundayish or Monday, depending on when I get home!]

hejhej

[The screen shows a slime-covered Lisbeth, her black hair matted to her head and face and maybe a string of goo hanging from her lip ring. DISGUSTING.]

I was just answering Jesse's question when...

[There are no words. She lets out an aggravated scream before shutting her laptop unceremoniously, cutting the video feed.]

feverpitching

[Well, here's someone who hasn't been on the network too much lately. Ven is sitting with his arms folded on his desk, his chin resting on his wrists as he watches a goldfish swim idly around in its bowl. Besides the multi-colored rocks decorating the bottom, there's nothing else in the fishbowl.

Ven glances at his NV, and then poses a very 'important' question...]

What kinds of things do fish like to do? I mean, Admiral Bubbles looks happy enough, but don't you think it'd get boring inside a plain little bowl like this after a while?

I'd ask him what he likes if I could, but I don't think I'm going to get an answer. [He laughs at that. Nope, no talking fish in this world.] So if anyone has any suggestions on what I could do to make his home a little more entertaining, I'd appreciate it.

This is the first time I've owned a fish.

mister_foppish

[A video blips on as he fiddles with his device, at long last making a steady connection to the netvice community. A silvery-haired fop is now on your network—Ready to do a little chit-chatting, Siren's Port?]

Oooo. This is just like out of one of those Sci-Fi shows, you know. How exciting. Can you all hear me? Well hello, hello there! ~☆

[Waves all friendly-like with a glass of wine in one hand, smiling winsomely.]

Good evening, good evening my dear friends. I do hope all of you are having a stellar evening, indeed. I'm…What is it they say? Newly Arrived? Oh, it's really all very strange. Very confusing. Why, I've been absolutely terrified!~

Also, I confess, a little exhausted.

[Fans himself briskly with one hand and sits up from what appears to be a posh-looking couch that most certainly wasn't in the Starter Apartments, letting forth a dramatic sigh.]

Well, since it appears we're going to be stuck here for a while why don't you let me tell you a little about myself so we might get to know each other better, hm?

My name is Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of a wonderful card game called Duel Monsters, chairman and CEO of Industrial Illusions, and I come from America. California, to be specific. Ha, ha.~ It's a wonderful place, really.

[Giggles at that, as if telling the most amusing joke.]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♡

But now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I should like to get to know all of you. So, boy do I have a little question for you, Siren's Port:

Do any of you like to play games? I invented one, you know. Maybe you could help lil' old me pass the time? A winner-take-all duel, you might say. The loser takes me out to dinner. Or, if you're so inclined, maybe show me around. I could really use a tour. How about it, hm?

[ooc: Action tags are welcome. He'll come skipping right out to meet and greet almost anyone if they're friendly enough. Don't expect him to walk too far though unless you call him a cab.

EDIT: Check/fill out this awesome PERMISSIONS POST here!]

wingedcrown

[There's grumbling, first and foremost.]

Sure, bring me to some crazy place when I'm actually needed. The universe has some sick sense of humor, I'll say that much.

[She sighs.]

...Look, I'm sure most people use this network grumble and groan, so I'll cut to the chase. Does anyone know if I can exchange my money here and still use my credit cards? And what's the cheapest apartment out there that doesn't come with a creepy solicitor for these companies and really crappy furniture? I'm looking to find my own place ASAP, and preferably one without someone's sick mess on the stairs.

[She starts to hang up before she pauses again.]

Oh. And what's this about the "Darkness" I keep hearing about?

[It doesn't sound like Jackie Estacado to her, but she can never be too careful.]

empowers

[ Shift, shuffle, rustle. Rustle, rustle... breathing. Breathing is heard, quite clearly, and a little panicked. If the NV had just slightly sharper sound technology, the thumping heartbeat behind its holder would likely be audible. This isn't where she went to sleep. This certainly isn't the launch pad. Did they thrust her into the Arena? Without the final pomp, the circumstance - without getting to eat breakfast, or get trussed up by Cinna and the others, or -- No. No, it doesn't feel dangerous enough. The hairs on the back of her neck aren't quite standing on end intensely enough. ]

Peeta?

[ Then a more frightening thought occurs to her, and those prickles? They're right there. ]

Peeta!

[ The voice isn't directed at anyone, really. She's not even aware the NV's come on, truthfully. She played with it and pushed some things, in hopes it would do something useful, but she doesn't know she's willfully turned it on. More rustling is heard, and there's the faint speaking of a greeter in the background as they approach and try to talk to her, but she's bristling rather loudly and she isn't having any of it. ]

Don't feed me that! Where are the other tributes? Why was I brought here?

[ Bystanders may note that she's keeping her weapon close at hand. She's not sure how it was handed to her; she didn't remember... But it's there, and she has an arrow poised and ready to be fired at the slightest hint of hostility. So far it seems like everyone wants to help. But if this is some Capitol trick, which she suspects it is, this is probably all a ruse and the niceness won't last long. Better be prepared than dead. ]

And where is Peeta? Tell me.

(( ooc; Anybody who might be near the baseball diamond is free to action it up here, as well! ))

meddler

—No no no no no.

[ Someone’s NV flicks on, revealing the scene to be… none other than the baseball diamond. The scene shows a rather odd-looking man in a bow tie arguing with what appears to be… some sort of Greeter, just barely visible in the feed. ]

I’m a Greeter. I Greet people. I don’t get Greeted. Have you ever heard of a Greeter that gets—

[ The Greeter mumbles something. ]

What do you mean I just showed up again? Of course I just showed up again. One minute I was here, then [ he makes a gesture with his hands ] back in the TARDIS. Not that I remember much. Or rather not that I had time to remember much because no sooner was I back in the TARDIS that I was back here. So tell me you... you... Greeter that shouldn’t be greeting me. How long was I gone? Two minutes? Two hours?

[ The Greeter says something else that sounds suspiciously like… ]

Two months.

[ …And then the panic sets in. ]

Two months?!

[ He stumbles backwards, tripping over his NV, and the feed ends. ]

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.

corks

[Well, would you look at that, people of Siren's Port. Looks like Lucifer has gone out and decided to talk to you all. It has to be the devil, I mean, he looks exactly like him, right down to those bright blue eyes that just stare at the screen for a while, as if he can somehow see the people on the other side of the NV.]

How interesting.

[He smiles, slightly, but this isn't a smile that is full of condescension towards the people he's addressing. It's...calm. And even amiable, in a way.]

So many people in one place, so many stories, so many tragedies and hopes colliding with one another. And so many flaws. But this is to be expected. Everyone is flawed...

[Okay, really, if this is really Lucifer, he's acting a bit too...interested. Too serene. Even though his stance and words might seem very similar to words that the devil might say, there's something off. ]

[A pause, and then he nods, tilting his head ever so gently in curiosity.]

Tell me, people of Siren's Port. Why do you think you have been brought here? Are you serving a purpose for this Core, or do you think you're merely a fluke, a random choice made that took you from your home and placed you here?

...Is it your fate that led you right to this very city? Or do you believe that the wheels of fate do not turn for you at all?

[ooc: Once again, please please please fill out Jacob's permission form if you could about his god-like powers and how they apply to your character and such. I'd hate to step on anyone's toes while tagging around, so thank you muchly!]