sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: the joker

It's been a while since I've updated with anything on here. Apart from that time looping business a while back that everyone already knows about, there hasn't been that much to talk about either. Guess you could say I have been busy re-adjusting to being back here. Oh right and that thing yesterday. The report with those history exhibits coming alive? There had been talk about bringing a mummy into the flat. Finding severed heads and feet in the freezer I can actually deal with, but actually talking to the reanimated dead? No thanks! Never a dull moment here, that's for sure.

ergomaniac

[Edgeworth looks deeply, deeply cross. He's recognizably in Sector 3, standing at a streetcorner. Beside him is, well...Gaius Julius Caesar, General of Rome, famed crosser of the Rubicon, the man who would have been Emperor. By his garb - toga and laurel wreath - he's in his statesman role. And judging by his expression, he's no less livid than Edgeworth himself.]

I need someone who can speak Latin. I can, but this man has taken me for a -

["Hah! Speaking in your native tongue now, are you, Pict? But to whom? Or are you mad as well as a barbarian?"

Edgeworth turns to Caesar and responds back to him in Latin.]

I am summoning someone to deal with you, o Caesar.

[And Caesar responds in rapid, haughty Latin: "Deal with Caesar? They shall come and see who Caesar is, and then you shall be the one dealt with, Pict!"

Edgeworth turns away again and speaks in clipped English.]

Anyone with an authentic accent. Kindly come in a toga and prepared to playact the part of a - Oh, for the love of -

[Caesar is starting off. There must be a toga party at Hawthorne, because the consul is now hailing some frat boys as his countrymen.]

notadisneygirl

[Snow turns on the feed sometime in the early afternoon, and is sitting at her desk at Channel 7 Action News.]

With all the absolute craziness that's been happening lately, this place actually has more news then it knows what to do with. A news station that has enough news, I never thought I would see the day.

[She taps her pen on the desk.] But with some things going on... I suppose I should be working on my investigative skills more then my writing. But.

[Smiles slightly.] Talking to someone on Valentine's Day got me thinking of something that's happening in this port. We've got those new people in charge of bounty hunting, and they seem to be encouraging more people to pick up a mask and cape and go out in the darkness and start saving people. And I know that we have more of these caped crusaders then we've had in the past few months. It's also been in the news that the government here might be cracking down on this influx, and possibly outlawing vigilantism, if only by starting to fine them.

What this means is, I got the network to sponsor a set of articles, televised interviews, and a look into the masked vigilantes in the port. And not just vigilantes; I know we have a lot of criminals in the port going around and wearing masks, too. The network will take anything I can get on this subject, and really, if anyone knows anything about these so called "superheroes"? Whether you know something about them here, or about them back home...

I'm going to work on getting the record straight. I'm not asking for names, and I'm not asking for sensationalist stories. I'm looking for true accounts of what people have been through, here and back home. So, anyone on the network who wants to talk about it? Call me on my NV, and we'll set up a time for an interview. I could use some help with some video cameras, too, if anyone's interested.

Thank you.

[Private to Bigby]
Before you say anything, there's something going on that I need to talk to you about.

[Private to Rochelle and Lois Lane]
We've got the building, and I got a friend and fellow Newcomer sympathizer to donate equipment. I guess we need to figure out what to do, now?

[Private to Kevin Ford]
Do you know how to work a video camera?

youfartknocker

[ He's sitting on a bench in the poorest sector, graffiti and probably dried blood on the broken wood. ]

Uh, huh huh huh. Dying's cool.

Uh, huh huh huh. It was the only, like, good thing about that stupid concert. Uh, huh huh. The music was almost as bad as, uh, that stupid Fall Out Boy band.

I'm, like, immortal, baby. Uh, huh huh huh. So, like, come bask in my knowledge of the after-life. Uh, huh huh. I'm gonna score.

[ Yep he was at that concert that killed everyone. And only just this morning came back from the dead. ]

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks mildly grumpy. He's rapidly reaching the conclusion that he dislikes human holidays - except for Halloween. Halloween is acceptable. This holiday that focuses on love and romance? That's not. Of course, it doesn't help that he's not only not capable of those emotions, but that being in the presence of them makes him feel nauesous. Still, he has to maintain his innocent act. Fortunately, he's noticed that some boys who are as young as he appears to be don't think much more highly of this holiday than he does.]

What do people do when they don't celebrate Valentines' Day and don't want to be around people who do?

[He's going to make sure he's well away from the Uzushio Ryokan tomorrow. That much is certain. But he is open to suggestions.]

I want to get away from all this...

[He tries to remember the exact wording he heard other children using for a second before it comes to him.]

...mushy stuff.

presspasskey

[ The voice-only post is unusual for Lois, but she sounds distinctly irritated. ]

The topic of the hour seems to be Valentine’s Day. It’s all about love [ there is faint irony in her voice ] and that always makes people a little unhinged. So, I thought I’d weigh in. [ She takes a deep breath. ]

Valentine’s Day is worthless. Think about it. For couple, there’s stress to make the day good, or else. It makes getting dumped just before or just after sucks. For anyone single, it’s only good for getting utterly smashed and binging on over-priced chocolate.

All right, so not worthless. The post-V-day chocolate sale is worthwhile.

Besides, something always goes wrong on Valentine’s—though nothing can be worse than last year. [ After all, what’s worse than getting turned Stepford by some bizarre form of Kryptonite, right? ] But really, it’s about advertising telling you to arbitrarily set aside February 14th for romance. Sure, birthdays or anniversaries are annual too, but those are personal.

[ ’My name is Kal-El, of Krypton—’

Finally, her tone turns positively mischievous. ] If you need to be reminded to choose one arbitrary day each year to be romantic?

You’re doing it wrong.

doeswhathewants

[The video opens with Loki wearing his most convincingly innocent face, hood of his yellow sweatshirt up, jacket on over that, the NV balanced on the back of a chair while Loki lounges sideways in said chair]

So many pissed off people today.

[A glittering gleam in those green eyes, like fire, just a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth]

I do wonder what could have happened.

[ooc: See OOC post on Loki's super secret magical cellophane toilet trick for deets]

awakenings

[The little hologram that shows up on everyone's NV is that of Re-l Mayer, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top, and not looking like she's bothered in the least by the temperatures. More importantly, she looks agitated, though it's difficult to see too much detail considering the hologram isn't very large.]

Am I the only one going out of my mind over here? The same goddamn thing, day after day after day... It's worse than home! At least there I could take a day off without feeling guilty because the same people keep dying and getting hurt. No one's listening. No one's believing anything. I've even had to resort to looking up a fortune teller and someone with precognition powers to ask if they see anything in the future, some sort of disaster or time loop--

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

I just look insane. I've had to watch the same accident happen every day. I've gotten the same call about a couple that keep getting hit by the same truck speeding out of some parking lot.

[It's grating on her. The helplessness is mounting, stifling. She can save a few people but everyone else dies anyway. And it just keeps happening without any way to stop it.]

I want any officer who can hear this to meet me tomorrow morning outside of where that traffic jam is going to be around 9am. We can set up one or two traffic cops and hopefully something will change. If not, we can intervene this time. All of us. [They have enough magic users and powerful people on their team that they should be able to stop it.] And then we can move on from there. I don't care if this needs to be repeated every single goddamn day until something happens. I can't do this alone.

[She folds her arms across her chest, though it might look like she's almost hugging herself.]

Please tell me someone's figured out what the hell the cause of all of this is. We have enough geniuses in this city that it shouldn't be too hard.

deductives

[There's the sound of a fridge opening and the clanking of a few dishes before Sherlock starts speaking into his NV.]

I've made the same cup of tea three times. There's still enough milk to last the week. My dog has relieved himself on the same spot of my carpet just as often, at the same time every day, with the same amount. I shot a hole in the wall yesterday. It's gone now.

[Sherlock's tone gets just a little bit more annoyed as he goes on. Though, it is unusual that "the dog" has become "my dog."]

It's obvious that the native population hasn't noticed this at all, when plenty of us have. The question is, what are we going to do about it?

[A boring day is bad enough. A boring day while wheelchair bound is even worse. Repeating that day over and over? Unjust torture that he will not stand for.]

meaculpable

--One of you lot once said that insanity is merely the act of repetition, wherein rather than expecting the same tired and tested outcome, one comes to believe that his actions have purpose. That he will, in fact, somehow change his allotted fate through stubborn force-of-will alone.

[ Those of you who know him well enough may tell that Lucifer is slightly...annoyed. ]

Though I've never fully come to appreciate the mortal need for witticism, I suppose it apropos that my third visit to this Port finds me seeing that nothing has changed, that you lot have yet to find your freedom.

[ He says the word like a curse. ]

Four here exist with the power to remake the universe at their whim. Two with the power to ignore the laws of this Creation entirely.

[ You can almost hear him smile. ]

I wonder. [ And here, he deliberately trails. ] How long will it take until one of us visits Delirium's realm.

mom_to_us_all

[That thing you see there, blocking your NV screen... is a paw. A gigantic paw. But have no fear, a moment later it's moved away and the nose of a big canine is sniffling it now--

sniff, sniff...

If you thought it was over, have a very wet tongue is tasting it now...

slurp, slurp...

The tongue finally moves away and we can see a white wolf staring skeptically at the screen... Yes, skeptically.]

Has anyone seen a sparkly prophet? He looks exactly like this:

[The words appear as if she had used some kind of brush, but they immediately transform into readable text in the NVs. Then, a drawing:]

[Yup, exactly like that.]

kal_el

[If Superman seems a little agitated, pausing after every sentence or so to touch his eyes, its because he's spent the last few days melting snow and seeing no sun. His eyes hurt, and he has a splitting headache; strangely enough extended use of heat vision hurts.]

I would like to remind people that while the risks caused by the snow seem to have passed, there are dangers inherent to its melting that some might not expect, especially if they're not used to this kind of weather. Watch out for flooded drains especially, and be careful if the temperature suddenly drops below zero again, because all this water might turn to ice.

Maybe that seems a little obvious, but there's places in the world where you never see rain, let alone snow, and if there's one thing we can agree on it's that this world isn't like the ones we came from. I've certainly never seen it rain shards of ice before.

[A pause here; he rubs his eyes a little longer this time, then smiles his most boyscout smile.]

It's been a while since the last time I spoke to the network like this, so allow me to introduce myself to those of you who don't know me. I'm known as Superman, and night or day, if you happen to find yourself in danger you can call on me. Just call out loud, I'll hear you no matter where you are, and I'll come just as fast as I can. I save people, that's what I do. So please don't hesitate.

------

( Audio; Private to Bruce Wayne )

sheepworrying

[Wolf is sitting in his living room, lounging back on his old sofa. In his mouth is a chicken bone, apparently from the chicken carcass sitting on the coffee table beside him. Oddly enough, it doesn't look like the chicken was cooked.

He sighs, picking his teeth with the bone and glancing at the NV.]

City life is making me soft.

[He sits up, launching into a dramatic monologue complete with occasional rolled r's.]

Back home, I didn't have a house or a place to call my own. I was a man of the wilderness, open and frrrree, every day the new beginning of a new adventure! I woke up with the sun and slept under the moon, I dined on the fish and fowl and the fruits of the earth as I found them! Every town was something new, new places to see and people to avoid and beautiful young ladies to admire! OH!

[A sudden snarl.]

But here-- look at me! [He gestures at himself.] Just look! I'm a house dog, here! I'm just a normal old sadsack peasant with my normal old job and my normal old apartment, submitting to the same daily grind I used to pity people for!

[He sighs miserably, gnawing on the chicken bone. Finally he glances up at the camera.]

I want... I want excitement. I want excitement and danger, thrills and drama, I want a rrrrrrromance! I want to drink sweet wine and eat fine foods and enjoy every moment of it! There's a whole city out there that nobody ever pays attention to in our constant trials to stay alive and keep our heads down and make enough money to keep the companies off our backs! Blah, blah, BLAH.

I want to go out tonight and MAKE something of the night! Not just tonight, but every night!

Well- no, wait, I can't really say every night, because I do love my early bedtimes on occasion, hahaha, but SOME NIGHTS.

How about it, huh? Let us Newcomers go out and LIVE our lives instead of hiding inside! When the lights go out and the darkness comes out-- that's when WE'LL come out, my friends!

Who's with me!?

aslandish

[ There are no grand and glorious proclamations this day, nor joy nor exultations, though his mood is far from poor. Rather, he is thoughtful, and it reflects in his words and tone. ]

A star falls from heaven.

Can it someday return, restored to its proper place?

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