sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: alouette

Ahh... Hmm.

[What a quiet start. There's a bit of shifting, too, but instead of Emil speaking much more, a song begins, slow at first— but it picks up, and grows spirited. It seems really lighthearted, too, though it gains a little force later on.

When it's finished - and it ends a little abruptly - there's a soft creaking sound: a boy moving on a piano bench. He sounds at ease, when he does finally start talking.]

That one reminds me of warm days and soft grass. At home, I liked to sit outside sometimes and feel the wind... It always made me feel like this. This 'winter' makes me miss that, now the wind feels like it might eat me up a little. So I like to hear things that make me remember such nice weather.

Well, what I wanted to ask is, do you have anything like that? Any music like that? The piano is all I can really play, but you can put most things to piano, and I'd like to learn and hear some new things... [A giggle, sounding perhaps like it might be hidden behind his hand.] I guess I'm not being very festive. I haven't gotten used to all this, though, the very cold, and the snow, and even the sun being gone. Maybe this is my way of missing home?

So I'd appreciate it! And if you play anything, I'd like to hear that, too.

[He's been hanging round Raul Creed's place, and he really... likes that piano..............]

faking

Hello, hello. Well, obviously it's been Christmas decorating time for a while, now, and I've been doing my share. The main Christmas tree is my favorite yet, I think. I'm not done putting stuff on it... It's covered in strawberries and butterflies, though, and streamers, and the tree topper is koalas! It's not very traditional, this year, but that's because I took all of the angel decorations and put them in Sebastian's room. I thought they suited each other better. Ahhh, I need help with the rest of the house, though, so someone had better volunteer...

Anyway, show me your trees, too, will you? It doesn't matter what you consider the Christmas spirit to be, you've got to get into it. Sure, it's a little gaudy, but once a year isn't so bad, is it? And speaking of which, we'll be having a Christmas party soon, in just a few days. From what I know, Ciel would like to see such faces as Doctor Yumeno's and Miss Amy Sorel's, and I'm hoping my Lady Alouette will drop by, Yosuke too, and - [He laughs.] One Mister Crowley is welcome, also. And I know Ahiru wanted people over, probably just about everyone who loves her, which I'm sure will be enough to eat us out of house and home, for at least a little while. I look forward to Gil's exhausted face. Anyway! Obviously, if you work for Funtom, you're invited too. Oh, this is ridiculous, I don't know why everyone just doesn't come over, I don't think it'd make any difference. We'll have music and wine and maybe ice skating, I think I want ice skating. What do you think?

Ahhh, okay, invitations are out of the way. Hot coffee and paper snowflakes time. [Motormouth! Has he been having coffee already??? But he slows down and shuts up, now, at least.]

seclusion

I thought yesterday... was good.

But I know a lot of people were troubled. I hope you're okay again.

[Emil, even softer than usual, ends his message quickly this time; his voice is a watered down version of his usual easygoing tones.]

treehopping

[Oh no it's a scary ghost on the screen! And it's floating, unsteadily, waving its arms around.]

WooooOOOoooooo!

[The illusion may be distorted by the feet that can be seen dangling below the bottom of the sheet.

Then the ghost wobbles and drops to the floor with a girls laughter. Rue pulls back the sheet over her head so you can see her face, grinning widely.]

I think I found my power finally!

capitalism_ho

[A young girl's face is on the NV display, and she's positively beaming. Something has put her in such a great mode that she just has to share it with everyone.]

So, you know those neat powers that people get when they arrive here? I have figured out what mine is! It is the bestest ability ever. I...

[She pauses for dramatic effect.]

I can find kitty cats! No matter how much they try to hide, no cat can hide from me!

[She raises her arms over her head in triumph, leaving them as she continues to speak.[

..Oh, and I think I can find stuff other then cats, too. But mostly cats. Because cats are fluffy and I love them lots. So...umm, if you need to find a cat, or I guess other stuff, I might be able to helpify you.

andproper

[There is a duckling on your screen, tonight. Staring into the comm. After a moment, she ducks her head down. Forgive her for the typos - bills are hard to type with.]

im a duck. i wasnt one/ but now i am.

[There's a small pause. Her head tilts a little as if in thought.]

im prim.

(ooc: Prim here just discovered her power - turning into a duckling. ^^ She can communicate by broadcasting her thoughts - though she can't receive, just transmit - but that doesn't really work over video. So she'll be trying her best to type.)

moemancer

[An extremely perplexed teenager is staring into the camera. She tilts her head from right to left, clearly trying to make sense of the device. Her hair keeps falling into her eyes as she does, and she looks almost a little too pale to be healthy.

Her age is difficult to pinpoint - she could be 15 or so, perhaps a bit older, maybe younger? ~~Clearly a victim of Kenshin Syndrome~~ The view changes as she moves the device she’s using around, and ends up on her neck. It’s a pretty nice neck, as far as necks go, with a hard-looking, black band around it.

Neck Girl’s voice is muffled as she talks to herself]

I should really just leave this in a drawer. What kind of stupid thing is this?

[You see Neck Girl’s face again! ...and then you see the inside of a drawer] There, good riddance. [The camera continues rolling for a while, until the powersave comes on.]

blondejokes

[ HER LIFE. She's blushing, topless and sitting cross legged on her bed. She has a pale pink pillow on her lap.

She is also.....a guy. ]

Everyone who got changed, let's all switch clothing, yeah? I have a bunch of clothes I can loan out if you need some.

And I'll need to borrow some, too.

wingedcrown

[Here's a girl in a pair of jeans and a tank top. Her hair's up in a messy bun and there's a broad smile on her face.]

Finally got an interview! There's a school here that's hiring dance instructors for the fall semester and they're hoping someone can take up some lessons after school for tutoring and all of that. They gave me a call back, told me to prepare a few routines to show them and...

[She just grins, stretching up on her toes. It's hard to contain her excitement.]

It just feels really good, even if this place utterly sucks sometimes. At least I don't need to worry about not making my bills or anything.

[She needs to figure out a new place to live, too.]

...Oh, but before I forget. Has anyone seen Dante? Tall, kind of brooding, silver hair? Wears red? I tried calling him and it seems like his phone's disconnected.

faking

I never thought it would, but technology has finally lost its shine. Cars were a great change from horeshit in the streets, and touchscreen junk was all pretty interesting, but...

[This boy seems forlorn, like the Tooth Fairy's lies have all come out, or like someone's just told him that white chocolate isn't real chocolate. Conmen!]

It's all so normal now. Magical boxes named after fruits aren't magical anymore. YouTube isn't a sign from or against God. I don't even know when that happened, but I'm not a fish out of water any longer. Didn't it kind of feel like a status symbol at first? Being from times forgotten or unknown, that sad mystery? So, the integration really is queer. And I'm only using that word out of defiant nostalgia because it doesn't even mean the same thing now! [A huff of a laugh, a see what I mean? shrug.] I miss my temporal paradoxes, to tell you the truth...

[How wistful.]

And I miss castles, and my castle. Or, well, everything there was a castle compared to the apartment buildings and offices here. The new-new millenium is harsh and clean, but they don't make things pretty anymore. You know that? I have a book, of course, on the house I left behind all that time ago -- it still exists here, just old and full of tourists -- but it will never look as good as it did when I was its master. So cars sure are something, and the idea of airplanes - well - they made me want to shit myself, but they're amazing. And - And people have gone up to the fucking stars! [For the first time during this feed, he's lit up, quite taken with this idea but protesting it at the same time.] People can kiss moondust for real! And the sun is, it's... Your twenty-first century lot's all over the sky and I can blow dry my hair if I want to and take bright pictures any time I want, but even then, I'm not glad to be accustomed. I don't like...

[His nose wrinkles, and he doesn't say whatever it is that he's really thinking. Instead he sets his chin at his palm, and considers the NV in front of himself: its buttons are well worn by his thumbs. It's the first piece of technology he ever 'bonded' with, and there's been a lot of him in it.]

If anyone new here is listening to this, I just want to say that there are worse hells and homes than here, and you can find them if you really want to. I thought maybe I wouldn't talk anymore, that I could recreate my home here in a house that's almost as grand and much more full of people, even if they're people who fucking leave all the time. But this isn't anything like that. This is more of the world than I ever knew, before.

[That... became embarrassing, somehow. Alois shakes his head quickly, and splays his fingers over his cheeks.]

What I'm saying is that I still, still, still don't know what to do, but there's plenty of praying mantises to be found in the garden this time of year!

[SHORT BREATH. Never mind all of that. He slouches a little, to make himself more comfortable, and takes a tone of business instead.]

Lastly: Hannah, you'll take a word with me in my bedroom.

((Me? I've been gone and MIA because life enjoys its shenanigans. Him? Well, housemates and co., he's been around, but hermity and moody and not as HILARIOUSLY GREAT as he usually is ~~which was a nice time of respite, I'm sure~~.))