sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: aurican

[Crowley takes great pains to look like absolutely nothing is wrong. And, to those that do not know him extraordinarily well, inside and out, he succeeds. This is nothing more than a professional business transaction, an even-tempered instruction to the populace. And as Crowley glances down at the leather book in his lap, written in a bizarre language, he looks for all the world that this is just another Wednesday.]

The individual that has shown up in the Port is not Castiel.

[It's calm and soft-spoken; a fact.]

He is infected by millions upon millions of souls from Purgatory. It's driven him insane -- and soon, his vessel will crumble and something far more dangerous will seize control of him. Right now, he is hellbent on destroying all of the evil and sin in the world, to make his Daddy look like an inept moron, which... well. You hardly need to dismantle the Ku Klux Klan to do that.

[He falls quiet for a moment or two, to consider something, before he goes on.]

You can ask how he got that way; I'm not going to answer, because for one, it's none of your concern, and two, it's not the point. The point is that I am going to put him out of his misery before he sinks this rock to the bottom of the sea, but in order to do that, I need specific ingredients for a ritual to kill what is pulling his little puppet strings.

[Crowley leans back in his chair, frowning into the camera.]

I require the bone of a righteous man, the blood of a fallen angel, and the blood of a beast from Purgatory.... an ancient monster, if you want the specifics. Whoever gives them to me will be rewarded handsomely and not be slaughtered for their bodily fluids. And speaking of... Winchesters.

[His tone is now cold.]

I require the Colt. You have four hours to give it to me before I send my hounds to retrieve it.

[And Crowley's lips twitch into a smirk that can't even quite be called that. There's little effort put into keeping appearances now. In fact, the demon looks somewhat tired.]

Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your turkey, Americans.

[And the feed cuts off.]

ofthursday

[The feed crackles on in the Darkness, the usual growls and other eerie noises of night at Siren's Port conspicuously absent in the area. It takes a moment for Castiel's image to become clear on the screen, almost melding out of the dark, expression smoothly neutral except for the faint hint of a smirk that looks completely out of place on his usually serious face.

His eyes are dark in the dim lighting, endless and like staring into an abyss, and even across the electronic feed the sense of wrongness is readily apparent.]

So I find myself here once more.

[His voice is soft, calm, almost uncaring, as if showing up in the Port again is a curiosity and nothing more. Then he smiles.]

It seems a good place to begin.

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

hulkbusted

[Someone has gone through several cups of herbal tea this morning before feeling assured that he's calm enough to come to the network. If he didn't have classes to teach today, he'd spend the entire day doing a thorough physical on himself. (Get your minds out of any gutters they've fallen into.)

As it is, after the initial incredulity, shock, horror, and rising fury passed, he's thrown on a button down shirt, shoved his hair out of his face, and settled down in front of the video camera.]

Broadcast to any students in his class
Good morning, students. If you're thinking about skipping class today because you're suddenly confused about which bathroom to use, don't. I'll be there and fair warning to SPU faculty, I'll be using the men's room.

Biochem students, yes, we will be having the scheduled exam.

Unfiltered
Loki. I want a word with you.

doctor_mccoy

[Hi port. McCoy's going to yell again. He has that sort of pissed off, scrunched up look that leaves the vein in his forehead visible.

Or he has already been yelling and this is just the cool down, it's hard to tell.]

You know what I'd like? I'd like one goddamn day where something doesn't try to devour, maul, dismember, or vomit some sort of virulent substance on me. I don't know how folks around here keep just shrugging their shoulders, and if I hear one more "Oh well isn't that strange?" Like they're looking at a goddamn two headed goat instead of a man eating toaster I'm going to lose my shit.

[He rubs his forehead and drops his chin in his palm.]

You all might as well come in for your tetanus shots while it's Maxim Overdrive month here in crazy town.

benderisgreat34

[In the wee hours of the morning, a long robot staggers down the suburban streets of Sector 4. It creaks loudly whenever it moves, and shudders violently with every step it takes. The artificial pupils in its glowing eyes dart back and forth at random, when they are present at all. Rust encrusts swaths of its body, especially around its mouth. It's barely noticeable how rusty it is, though, because gobs of mud are caked all over it.]

[It smashes right through the 4x4 post holding a mailbox, and falls face-first into a shrubbery. When it finally extracts itself from the earth, there is a robot-shaped impression left behind, and some fresh debris on the robot itself.]

[More noticable than all of this behavior, though, and the part that can be observed from several blocks away, is its constant high-volume shouting of lively Americana folk songs.]

Went out to milk, and I didn't know how
I milked the goat, instead of the cow
A monkey sittin', on a pile of straw
A winkin' at, his mother-in-law

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up, a high tuck a-haw
And hit 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw

integrity

[When the video feed turns on, Crowley is examining a pair of handcuffs. They appear extraordinarily normal, save for the fact that Crowley is in what appears to be a sex shop, and he appears pretty pleased with himself.

He's been back in town for about three hours -- and he hasn't told anyone. No, he wants to savor it -- to revel in the fact that he has won. He did it. He, and no one else, managed to win the game that is Life. Screw the Winchesters, screw Castiel, screw everyone, he managed what no one else did.

He beat the Leviathan.

So why not enjoy himself a little? And, true to form (though perhaps much happier than the Port is used to), Crowley tosses the NV the most insufferably lazy smirk known to mankind.]

I will have you all know that I have official documentation, signed by several important people that you should all care about, stating that I am now the ruling king of Canada.

[He is completely and utterly serious.]

I accept fruit baskets and fine liquor as tribute. Anyone who attempts to give me flowers or honey will be shot and fed to the dogs.

[Didn't you miss him, Siren's Port?]

thelightbringer

[All seems as it should. Sunny day, waves crashing on the beach, a Great Dane puppy loping along with a pair of lioness cubs.

And Lucifer. He's as good-natured as ever, but he's in special attire today.]

This is an honest question, now, how many of you can keep a friend for more than a year? I mean a 'real' friend. Someone who could watch you do unspeakable things, and still offer you a drink. For example.

[edited for more correct picture B) ]

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

mulletrock

[FAIL!Private to Sam Winchester]

[He still doesn't get it. Not even after the in-home lessons Mary gave him on the NV. He figured out the video, text, and audio functions easy enough but the filters are still pretty confusing. It doesn't help that he's been up half the night trying to figure everything out either.

When Dean comes on screen he's got a ballpoint pen twirling between his forefinger and thumb, he's not impressed and has a tired look of annoyance on his face.]

C'mon Sam this is stupid.

I spent all damn day outside lookin' for you, at all the usual places too, and couldn't find you anywhere.

How long're you gonna keep hiding like a bitch?

[He doesn't like shooting blanks. He's pretty ticked under the surface but doesn't let it show. He only looks annoyed and is keeping his cool pretty easy considering the situation.

Dragging a hand down over his eyes as he bites back a yawn Dean lets his head loll for a second before looking back at the receiver from beneath his raised brows.]

Whatever this is it can't be any worse than what you did before.

I thought we were past this kind of attitude.

Don't make me find you, dude, 'cause when I do I'm gonna kick your ass for the under the radar crap.

quadrifoliate

[ Considering how chatty Clover usually is, and how she isn't shy about showing her face on the network, the briefness of her message seems utterly out of character: ]

What's it like, not being human?

Growing up with it, I mean -- being a different species or having powers even before you came here.

[ Also out of character is the unusual effort she makes to keep the text legible and correct -- as anyone who's been subjected to her haphazard keypad-smushing and emoticon spam can attest to. ]

rapturescreed

[When the feed turns on, Raul is sitting at his office at the Newcomer Community Center, seeing as he trashed his office at Lion's Gate, and it's being rebuilt now.]

First of all, I'd like to welcome all of our recent arrivals to the city of Siren's Port. My name is Raul Creed, and I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, as well as General Manager of Lion's Gate, here in the city. I realize and understand that this is a tough transitional period for everyone, but I hope that you all know that, no matter what, the NPP is here to help out in any way we can. If you are looking for a job, Lion's Gate is always hiring. We're looking for kitchen, security, wait staff, and bartenders. If you would like to work nights, then please, let me know. The Community Center is also here to help Newcomers out.

[He leans forward a little, hands folded on the desk.]

And speaking of the Community Center, that is the large building a block away from the baseball diamond. The Newcomer Clinic is also at the Community Center, so if you are in need of medical attention, and would prefer not to go to SP General or Skye Medical Center, there is that. All emergencies should go to either hospital, though.

I would also like to let everyone know that the Community Center will be holding a variety of lessons on different subject matters. Re-l Mayer is running those, so it is safe to say that they will be up and running by the end of the month. If anyone wishes to teach a class or two, contact her for details.

[He pauses now, leaning forward and picking up the NV. Walking to the window, he holds it in front of him, showing the city streets spread out from the center's window.]

In more important news, the governor has finally allowed a Newcomer Office to be made within the current system of government. This is a great step forward towards Newcomer rights, and I do wish to aware everyone that our status in the city will hopefully be rising in the future. The governor is letting us have elections to decide who we should put in this Newcomer Office, so be on the look out for possible candidates. For elections, if you wish to vote, you need to become a citizen.

Which is where the Community Center comes in, again. A few months back, we held citizen tests for any Newcomer who wished to become a citizen of this city. The NPP will be holding these tests again, and anyone who would like to become a citizen of the port will be allowed to take the tests, no matter the age or length of time spent in the city. The citizen tests will be on March 21st, and on March 20th we'll be holding a class for anyone wanting to take the tests. I want to stress that becoming a citizen of the port does not mean you are giving up your citizenship of your home country or world. Citizenship here means more benefits for everyone, as well as being counted as a full member of this city. It makes it much harder for the companies to kidnap someone and get away with it, if the person is a citizen.

Back home, citizenship was the highest honor given to an immigrant. I hope that everyone here will take advantage of this opportunity, as we're not sure when it'll come again.

( Filtered to the NPP head committee; Re-l Mayer, Daedalus Yumeno, Diego Armando, Byakuya Kuchiki, Bruce Wayne, Franziska von Karma, and Yako Katsuragi. Michael Xavier has been taken off the filter. )

( Filtered to Franz d'Epinay )

( Filtered to Doctor Michael Xavier and Jubilee )

showbizpanache

Good evening, everyone. First of all I'd like to thank everyone who has submitted something to the Out of the Darkness project thus far. Submissions are open indefinitely, so I strongly encourage everyone to consider making a post and to spread the word as much as possible.

Secondly, the Community Center has been offered as a location to hold support group meetings for those who have suffered losses in the Port. If anyone is still interested, please let me know what day and time suits you best, so we can coordinate a schedule.

[He takes a breath.] Now, without further ado, here are today's Out of the Darkness submissions. The second submission mentions suicide, so please bear that in mind before reading.

( Aurican; video )

( Anonymous text; trigger warning for mentions of suicide )

( Claire Bennet; voice )

[Back to Kurt.]

Feel free to respond with your own messages, or discuss what the messages mean to you. Thanks again to all of you for making this happen. You're all so brave and generous. And I can't stress enough how important this is.

circusmaster

[There were a million questions Smiley needed to ask. But in an unknown land, he could trust no one. Even in Canada. Was it still loyal to the Crown? Was the Cold War still on? How far had Moscow extended itself?

Smiley turns these questions over in his head until he opens the door to his temporary flat. The light bulb in the center of the room flickers on, and he sets his handgun on the small kitchen table before standing by the window, simply watching. He knew that even over forty years, the nature of man didn’t change, but where could he be useful here? The modern phone in his hands looks more like a calculator than anything, but slowly and surely, he starts to type out a post. A single line, written once in English, then repeated in Russian.]

Who invented the light bulb?

((OOC: Smiley is testing you, Siren's Port, although with a bit of a dated question. People from the West would answer Thomas Edison as the first man to come to mind, but in Soviet controlled countries, the answer would be Alexander Lodygin. FEEL FREE AND TRY TO PASS THE COMMIE LITMUS TEST))

grifting

[The feed clicks on and a man can be heard whistling an old tune. It goes on for a few seconds or more, footsteps heard in the background. Then, there's silence, and a faint sigh. A man with a thick Irish accent speaks.]

Quite the story, I'll tell you. "Oh, you've come to 2012, my friend! Enjoy your stay." [A puff of a cigarette.] 'Course, wasn't so nice as all that, especially not with that vulgar writin' on the diamond. I haven't had a welcome like that since I was back in the states and I'll tell you...that was a long time ago.

[He takes a moment to take a long drag from his cigarette before he speaks again.]

How do you tell a fella' that he's gone through fifty years in just a few seconds? I'd think I should be sent to the looney bin if I was spoutin' off that sort of shite. [A cough.] Pardon my language, if you will.

[He scuffs his heel on the ground.]

But it's really true, ain't it? We're all stuck on some godforsaken island in the middle o' nowhere. [He breathes out a chuckle.] Just my luck, eh?

[There's a faint noise in the background and Atlas makes a sound of recognition. He clears his throat.]

Ah, that's the other question I had. This is my second night here and I couldn't help but notice the little buggers outside. What's their story? Anyone feel like sharing?

[ooc: while it has no bearing on this post, if you would, please fill out his permissions post!]

theosen

[ The feed opens, a sliver of broken light filtering down into a narrow alley, largely left in shadow. The resin of darkness is thick in the night air, almost pulsing with malignancy as sounds of the already dead break the stillness with distant shrieks.

And yet it does not phase him, a faint outline of red molded against the dark. Two pinpricks of light shine, but coldly from where he sits, leaning against crumbling brick wall, his features largely obscured. ]

The truth.

[ The voice is soft but clear, a coarse resonance like age-old gravel. ]

Ever since the world began, it has been a thing greatly sought after. For ages long, men have questioned, seeking with all diligence the hows and whys of creation. They have traveled far, leaving all else behind, for the answers they so ardently desire. Desperate to know, desperate to see, they've torn themselves and their worlds apart, sought counsel from the very gods, and still come away dissatisfied.

[ He turns his head, a piercing weight to that eerie stare. ]

Tell me, Siren's Port. What is your truth?

axetrid

_{[When the feed comes on it's unstable for a moment before the NV is set down, finally stabilized to show a pair of bright blue eyes and beautiful golden hair. The scowl on her face however, is anything but pleasant. Meet Astrid, a beautiful, deadly and now extremely irritated Viking.]}

One would think Loki had a hand in all of...this _{[She gestures with her hands to everything in front of her and around her with an exasperated huff.]} considering he's the trickster god and all, but really? Just what in Odin's name is going on?! Some guy snuck up on me from behind while I was just standing around and then had the nerve to get angry at me when I knocked him down with my axe. How was I supposed to know that he was trying to help? You shouldn't sneak up on a Viking if you don't want to get whacked.

_{[Her anger soon begins to shift into anxiousness as she stands, gaze shifting to and fro.]}

Nothing makes sense - even the signs are meaningless to me, all written in some strange language I can't make any sense of. _{[English is strange looking, okay!]} If people can understand me, then why can't I read the signs? Where are all the dragons? Are there even dragons? And what's with the weird tall buildings? Are they homes or temples or what?

I just...I don't know.

where_the_hearth_is

Greetings, Siren's Port.

I am seeking a mobile, carbon-based volunteer to assist my participation in our city's Homebaked Bread Society. Cooking expertise not required.

Your duties would be:
- to visit me at [the House's address, on the beach where Sectors 4, 7, and the sea intersect], pick up an insulated container of fresh bread, and deliver it to the Society's meetings.
- to serve my bread to the rest of the society with charm and poise
- to taste the bread brought by other members and offer polite feedback as appropriate
- to send me a summary of the discussion (or record it to your NV if you prefer)
- to acquire the recipes of any other loaves of bread you particularly enjoyed, with commentary on what you found delicious

In exchange I will provide:
- freshly baked bread, including extra that you are not required to share with the Society
- homemade jam of your preference
- further compensation negotiable

Serious inquiries only, please. Comfort with talking machines preferred.

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?