sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: maria barcelito

[ Scene: A room in the Sector 4 Boarding House, completely bare except for the furniture it was supplied with and several cardboard packing boxes. Claire's sat on the bed, leaning an elbow on one of the boxes that's perched next to him and thumbing through a deck of playing cards. He is Mayor of Box Town. ]

A few weeks back Firo Prochainezo vanished into thin air. Now, I know a lot of people here like to keep their messages short and sweet when a friend goes home, but I've never been too good at wearin' my heart anywhere but on my sleeve. I didn't really get around to sayin' this to him while he was here but - you couldn't ask for a brother more loyal than him. I missed him when I was back home and travellin', and I guess I'm back to missing him again now. The world's a lot emptier without him.

[ He shuffles the deck of cards once and grins ruefully at the camera. Eulogy over. ] This does actually have some relevance for you people out there who didn't know him. All you new fellas - and the dames too - there's another room open at the boarding house now. The rent's low as it gets in Sector 4, and if you pitch in with the upkeep Chane'll give you a deal on top of that. I spend a lotta time here and can vouch for the neighbourhood, it's quiet as they come -

-- Get back here, amiga!! I’m not done with you yet! [ There’s a crash as two lovely ladies enter the room momentarily, knocking over quite a few of the aforementioned packing boxes in a flurry of swords and knives. Chane herself is one of them, the other the resident Maria, too occupied deflecting her blows to contribute to Claire’s pitch much at all; but granted, she’s at least angling her defensive swipes so that the arcs of the blades don’t nick the walls or any furniture as she’s pushed relentlessly back. Fortunately for Claire’s business proposal, the two women are as fast as they are ferocious, and the battle’s only visible on camera for a moment before the scuffle makes its way back out of view. Hopefully they won’t get blood on any carpeting that might be around.

As the dust (and several fragments of playing cards that got cleaved out of his hands) settles Claire looks back at the camera. His ears are pretty red for some reason. ] - Yeah. You don’t need to worry about the folks outside.

[ And cue Claudia marching into the room, holding a bucket that is presumably filled to the brim with water. ]

Felix!! Come look at what I caught! Look!

[ Claire leans in to peer at the bucket, levels of naivete and trustingness off the charts. At least Claudia is one bastion of unwavering love and support in his life. ] Hey. You hook a shark yet?

[With that, Claudia bursts out laughing, swinging her arms back with the bucket secure in her hands as she spreads her feet apart in preparation for her attack. Her demeanor is more or less the same, but there is an underlying hint of mischief in her wide-set smile.]

It’s you, silly! [She heaves the bucket up and forward, spilling the contents over the front of Claire’s chest … and face … with impressive accuracy and speed.] Surprise!

[ After blowing a spray of the water out of his mouth and wiping it off his eyes Claire looks three times as baffled as anyone else would in this situation. He doesn’t know whether to scold her, laugh at her, or praise her for being the first person to land one on him since her great-grandma.

The camera sustains some water damage and short-circuits. Replies will come once Claire fixes that, or from the ladies: Maria, Claudia or Chane. ]

murasamia

[ Maria appears on the screen of the NV without much flourish, forehead wrinkled just slightly by what could be interpreted as either a look of intense concentration or utter confusion. Considering who's making it, it could be both, but she opens her mouth and starts going on and on, answering the question pretty much immediately. ]

Siren's Port! Something really weird happened to me, amigos! You're gonna blow your wigs!

[ her brown eyes focus quite intently on the camera, and as she starts talking, her hands match her words with various little gestures. ]

So the other day when I went to sleep in my bed like normal, I woke up and I was suddenly back in 1933, amigos! Well, not woke up - it's more like I never left! I was just there! And when I was there, I didn't even remember none of this Canada stuff! Crazy, right? [ instead of waiting for an answer, she nods in agreement with herself and continues. ] Anyway, I went and did all the stuff I was supposed to do back there! It was great -- well, parts of it weren't great, but I won in the end, as usual, and I beat up that annoying chica and I kept Tick safe and I cut the sky open and everything -- but I shouldn't talk about it, you know, Mr. Luck gets mad!! Yeah, but I finished that, and then all of a sudden I woke up back here again last night!! My stuff's still here, and I remember it all.

[ finishing up her clearly new and intriguing little tale, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite puzzled. ]

... I've been trying to figure it out, but I hate puzzles that I can't just beat with my swords. But it's really eatin' me, amigos! You don't think this place is some kinda weird dream I'm having, right?

murasamia

Sooo...

[ It's just Maria again, panning the NV towards her face with slightly less amateurish skill than before. At least she's not plugging at all the buttons this time. By the looks of it, she's sitting in some slightly-run-down cafe somewhere, and the other patrons visible in the background are shooting her dirty looks for her loud public call; naturally, she seems absolutely unaware of them, sighing a little theatrically and running a hand through her wavy brown hair. ]

I've been here for more than a month now! Stuck in Canada for a whole month, yep... And my best friend ain't here, and my boss ain't either, and it's a huuuge drag, you know? 'Cause I don't have anybody smart to ask about this stuff! Well, if they were here, I wouldn't even have this question, but that's not the point, amigos! I'm asking you all because I can't ask Tick or Mr. Luck!

[ a pout. Her usual sunny self might not be immediately visible, but it is immediately visible that she's more frustrated and bored than actually upset. ]

So... So say you used to just be a sort of freelancing girl, right, amigos? You were used to taking jobs wherever you could! But then, all of a sudden, you found this reeeally cool amigo, so you pledged your loyalty to him instead! And it was like that for a year, where you only worked for the one cool guy! But all of a sudden you get teleported to Canada and your super cool boss is gone and you need a job!! That's awful, right? I mean, I need money, but is it really okay to take jobs when I'm supposed to just be working for this one guy? [ her hands clap onto the table, shaking the video feed a little bit. ]

It's not like I want to quit working with Mr. Keith!! No way! It's just that everything's expensive in 2012, amigos! And I don't wanna wash dishes! It's driving me and Murasamia crazy, totally crazy!! What should I do?