sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: amy pond

[ 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

[Mary comes on, tense-looking, unhappy, in her now-messy living room that look slike it was just torn apart carelessly.]

I have a serious problem with my home getting raided for a crime I don’t have any connection to.
( non-IC cut for reasons. )
[EXIT STAGE MARY. Cue the distant sound of struggle, Meowth’s familiar Bronx-accented voice, Mary calling out. She comes back in less than a minute. Never has there been a liner face than hers.]

Okay, so I was going to talk about getting treating like a second-class citizen and, I don’t know, some kind of legal options for us, but instead I have to go bail my cat out of jail.

Well, why not.

[Skldjfghfghkjl end feed.]

deductives

Firstly, to any members of the Church of Jonova possibly on this network, I would appreciate it if you were far more clever with your death threats. I hope whatever god supposedly resides there doesn't mind if I go about my daily business while it takes its sweet time preparing to smite me.

[Oh yes, Sherlock is perfectly healthy again, and just as sarcastic as ever.]

I wouldn't mind if it took out its wrath on that bloody reporter. The press is just as ravenous here as anywhere I've been. Good to know.

universaljanitor

Given the rather interesting little bit of art that appeared overnight, I was thinking of getting a group of experts together to go and see what's what.

So, if any of you lot are exp- well, probably not experts. More likely aficionados, given this melting pot of realities - of extraterrestrial sightings, history, or any sort of symbology, really, give me a bit of an example of your work.

[... He's way too excited about this crop circle jellyfish thing, okay]

Ooooh its been ages since I've had something right up my alley. Ha!

( Private messages to Rose, Jack, Eleven, the TARDIS, Amy, Jubilee, Mary, Sheldon, Edriss and Washu )

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!]

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. ]

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!]

secretlabtech

[ He's not believing any of this. Any of it. Either everyone's cuckoo or he's on some kind of drugs, and Dexter isn't certain which of those sounds more plausible. ]

Someone mind telling me where I can get a plane ticket back to Miami? I'll settle for a freighter at this point. A helicopter? Seaplane? [ Pause. ] A yacht?

I get it. First thing everyone asks is how to get home, but I'm not the kind of guy to kick up my heels and take it all for granted. Crime scenes to get to, work to do, and there's my son--he needs me.

...

How about a kayak?

jackedthename

[Hello, Siren's Port! Have a Jack Harkness showing up on your NV. He is currently sprawled on the couch in the apartment he's been sharing with Rose and the Tenth Doctor.]

Right. Been here a few months now, figure it's a good time to find a proper job. I've already gathered that no job I have here will be anything like mine at home, but I'll take what I can get. So. [Cue the charming smile.]

Served in the RAF, good with a gun, excellent people skills. What've you got for me, Siren's Port?

guerrilla_morph

[ When Marco learn of Canada's cursed island and the monsters and the companies, he knew he has to go on the network and learn everything.

First thing's first: ]

Ok is it really 2012???!?!?!

what happen in the last 14 years

[ Wait. Marco deleted that part, thinking. He's not sure why, but for some reason, he thinks that asking the year of his timeline would not be . . . best.

And when it comes to his gut, that gut it usually always right. He tries again, sending out a more polished text message. ]

what happened in the last 16 years i need to know

slingshots

You'd think you'd get used to being jerked around universes, but it just never sets in right.

[ why, what a cool and laid-back sounding newcomer this is! well, she doesn't sound all that new, but the NV signal is definitely a different one than last time. ]

We're still on 2012, right? I'm hoping not. Music doesn't start sounding good 'til at least 2025.

( encrypted to Sherlock Holmes )

universaljanitor

[Greetings, Siren's Port. The face you'll be seeing is one that vanished from the Port a few days ago, but more than that it just... looks different. Older and younger all at once, free of the weight and pain that had been lining it before, the stress and insanity. Instead, in its place, is pure relief. As if the weight of the universe had been lifted off his shoulders.

Oh. And he looks like he might have just fallen through a window.]

Siren's Port? I'm really... this is the Port? Again? Now...? [His voice is strained, shaky, as if he's just about to completely lose control of his emotions] How... how long was I gone? Was it that long? Days? Months?

Is everyone still here? Jack? Washu? Jubilee? All you angel blokes?

... Rose?

recidivus

The Doctor's gone home.

controllingluck

[The girl looks upset, or as upset as she allowed herself to be on video. She was leaning back into a headboard of a motel bed, hair down and flattish, not as well kept as normal. The tail of a dog can be seen on the bed near her, but otherwise her pets weren’t too near.]

[She had her laptop style NV sitting on the bed before her, so she was on screen in full, cross legged. Leaning back into the wall she ran a hand over her forehead before beginning.]

Two years, three months and twenty one days. [her voice sounded flat] That’s how long I have been here. Killed once, thank you Sylar, and wounded countless times. Lost my apartment to an explosion and have been apartment hunting, but that just fell through as well. They don’t want me there anymore so... so much for that.

Why? [Her fist balled up, eyes narrowed more] Because people are assholes. [wait, what, did she just say that? Yeah, she has a lot of hidden anger lately]

I’m tired of this city. I’m tired of everyone I know going home and leaving me behind. I quit. Write this off as mad or whiny, but I quit. Will--[she choked on her words for a moment, pausing to rub her hands over her eyes before pushing them out.] Will’s gone now as well.

I know it’s selfish, but damn it sometimes I wish I was the one that got to abandon everyone first!

[she leaned forward again, eyes watering and angry] So that’s what I’m going to do. Please don’t ask me for anything for a little bit. I quit.

[the feed shuts off. She’s a bit affected by a few things actually, and it’s all coming off into this video...]

universaljanitor

( Non IC cut for length )

[VIDEO]

[About ten minutes after that bit of nonsense was accidentally sent out, a video of the Doctor - there's a bruise and a few cuts on his cheeks and his hair looks like a tornado ravaged it - sitting in a blank, white room is flickering into focus]

Right... Been a bit preoccupied the last day. Anyone want to fill a bloke in on what exactly happened last week or should I just start testing the water for steroids?

[There is NO EXPLANATION OF HIS MENTAL STATE. But he is, uh, holding up his little "mental illness awareness" card he's apparently supposed to present to any authorities who might start questioning him, now.] Got a nice souvenir out of it, at least!

( Private to Chuck )

( Private to Jack )

( Private to Rose )

dilemma

[ Despite the overcast weather, Damon has decided to take this video outside. What little sun there is serves as good a purpose to make his video look not-so-horrible on his NV, and the orchard trees still recovering from winter make as good a backdrop as any. No matter though, because today this daywalker is dialing up the charm. ]

So, fellow newbies, it's come to my attention that there's quite the demand for able-bodied protection after dark. Not all of you have the benefit of strength, speed and practical immortality. Some do. I figured, why not make the most of it? Why not offer my goods and services when there's an obvious need for them?

[ He's dialing back the elevator pitchy, interview voice now that he's moving on to the nitty gritty.]

Drop me a line, day or night, and I'll see what I can do. I'd be willing to wave the fee for the destitute if you're short on fundage. You know, we newcomers have to stick together.

[ If that doesn't make him seem like the most Upstanding citizen, well, he's not should what would help...except: ]

I know what you're thinking, "B-but Damon, with all the terrible things that happened recently, how do I know I can trust you?" Ask Amy Pond: Time traveler. Red head girl. She can vouche for my trustworthiness.

[ He's reaching to shut off the NV when he remembers one last, albeit rather important, detail. ]

Oh and for the record, my working policy is simple: Confidentiality. I don't ask questions, you don't ask questions, everybody's peachy.

( ooc note: Damon's attempting to start a security service and yes, he's willing to offer them for free should the need arise. He'll play nice and be a perfect gentleman to his customers, but with his morality being pretty grey-area he's extremely willing to work questionable jobs. )

askedtobe

[ Peter rarely makes posts to the network with such express purpose, but when he shows up on the feed this time, he looks prepared. Like he's got a message. And he only glances off camera once, before he starts. ]

You know, been here almost a year and a half now. Place definitely takes a toll on a person after awhile. Especially when things at home don't exactly make it any easier to deal with the kind of things that go on here. If you let it, everything just kind of.. falls apart. [ He shrugs, grasping a little for the right words. Public speaking isn't his strong suit. ]

Doesn't mean it has to, though. I know more than a few people here have made allegiances with people they never would've thought to. Whatever gets you through, right? Makes it easier, helps keep you going? Didn't actually think i'd end up happy in this place, not after everything that's happened.

[ This time, when he looks off camera again, he lets his NV turn ... to an expectant Sylar, his dark gaze fixed on the device. He smiles, wryly, as though to say 'surprise'. ]

Makes a lot of sense, when you think about it. The people who remind you of home, who understand what it's like to be you better than anyone else does; you can't really pick and choose who those people are. Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

[ He quirks an offscreen glance toward Peter. ]

Everyone deserves a little happiness in their lives, don't you think? Someone to love. Something you'd kill to protect. [ He reaches out suddenly, viper-quick, pulling Peter back into view of the NV by dragging him into his lap, and surprising a smile out of him in the process. Sylar presses his nose into Peter's neck, buries his nose briefly into hair that has grown back mysteriously quickly, and then looks back at the screen mockingly. ]

Like this smile. Isn't it adorable? A man could kill for a smile like this.

[ But before Sylar can embarrass them both any further, Peter's fumbling for his NV and trying not to smile so much as he turns off the feed. ]

[ ooc; blue is Peter; red is Sylar. threadjacking is encouraged! ]

momchester

[GOOD ~~extremely early~~ MORNING it's Mary, looking more chipper than she has in quite a while, actually, giving the camera a cheerful but perplexed look.]

Does anyone know why my bathroom is, uh, an adult store? Very funny, whoever did this, but I need that room. You can transform my room if you want, but bathrooms matter.

[Chuckle. She's taking it pretty well, despite being incredibly weirded out by holy shit sex shop in my bathroom. Mary's rubbing her eyes tiredly when something else seems to occur to her.]

Oh! By the way, um, anyone I was supposed to meet at the Memorial yesterday? [Yeah she was busy being kidnapped and memory-fucked.] I'm really sorry about that- I just lost track of time and must've forgotten that that was yesterday. I guess I'm going senile in my old age. [Because 28 is so old. Yes.

She shakes her head with a little sigh.]

Anyway, anybody who wants to give me my bathroom back, I'd appreciate it. I have work today- do it for my coworkers' sakes.

askedtobe

Nathan! Wait-- shit!

[ Even with Peter's voice in the background, everything is black for a few moments before he pulls his NV out of his pocket, accidentally swiping blood across the lens with his fingers, turning everything a lovely shade of red. Because Peter never posts on the network if he isn't covered in blood.

He's crouched out in the baseball field and he stands a moment later, obviously massively concerned as he looks around. A second later, his NV's being ignored as he lifts his other hand, a bolt of crackling blue electricity shooting out into the darkness as Peter's attentions turn to frying a particularly lame Darkness monster. A few moments later everything goes quiet and Peter finally looks back down to acknowledge his NV, taking a second to wipe it off.

... and, to everyone who knows him well enough, he looks like he's had a rather radical hair-cut. ]

I've been here before, right? Awhile ago, I was just-- Can someone tell me what day it is?