sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: blaine anderson

I'm doing some research. [ SURPRISE. ] ... So, uh, if you don't mind, I was wondering. How many people here've gone home for a while and come back? And how many came back, but didn't remember being here before?

I think it'd be interesting to figure out the numbers, if someone hasn't done it already. If it's already been looked into, let me know.

magnetic_magpie

[Backdated to roughly noon on November 26^th.]

[The NV clicks on, static for the most part, warped by a strong magnetic field. It's all static and random colors, but some might be able to make out the baseball field and a head of white hair. It flicks on and off several times then cuts.]

[Five minutes later, it's on again, showing the wall against the field, dark cloth is visible, something rolling off it - clearing smoke. There's several slow, somewhat pained breaths before it clicks off again.

[Ten minutes pass, the NV from an odd angle, showing most of a torso - it was meant to be locked but he can't quite manage it at the moment, unknowing to him. There's clearly burn marks in that very fine suit, medals hanging off it. More pressingly, at least for Magneto, his left arm is hanging wrong at the shoulder - too low and at a wrong angle. It's at least partly dislocated. There's a blue glow, as he has the directory pulled up.]

Deadpool. Wade Wilson. I require your assistance.

[Cut.]

itsatrep

[There was a news item today about a knockout gas attack on AGI Tower. That's the first thing that inspires the post.]

Ooh, if I'm not careful, I might get gassed to death at work.

What's so bad about working for AGI anyway?

[The second is the chance to ask a question that he knows will piss people off.]

showbizpanache

[So here's a Kurt looking much different than he has in the past few months. He's bright, energetic, and practically glowing. He looks just a touch guilty, though, as he focuses the camera on his face.]

Blaine's at work, but I just couldn't wait, I'm sorry--

[He holds up his hand and wiggles his finger, showing off his ring, which is now inset with brand new precious stones. He bounces up and down a little.] I'm engaged! We're engaged! Officially! [Finally.]

I'll be planning the wedding, of course, but I can't even think about it right now-- [He has tears in his eyes again. Seriously, he's been happy-crying on and off since last night.] I just can't. I'm too happy!

[He brushes a tear asway.] I'm just so happy.

discretion

[It's late morning, and Franz is rather fetching in a gray three-piece suit. It appears he's stopped in the kitchen for a moment. It's a pleasant scene, nearly as put-together as a magazine scene.]

Maybe I'm just in a bit of a strange mood, but, I want to know - what are you thankful for?

I'm thankful that we, as Newcomers, have each other. And I invite any of you who've just turned up on this dreadful island to please feel free to ask me anything you'd like about life here. I'm sort of an expert.

[Franz looks thoughtful, and then amused.]

I suppose I'm also thankful that I got all of my shopping done ahead of time.

beltet

[ hi, port. have a rather petite, extremely flustered young man in girls' jeans and a loose, comfortable t-shirt (that he probably borrowed from someone). he has his arms crossed across his narrow chest and he's blushing.

belle is not exactly thrilled about waking up a boy this morning. ]

Um. I haven't been here long enough to really.. get used to this place, but.. is this normal? Where I'm from, people don't usually wake up the opposite gender.

[ he pauses, fidgeting, shifting from foot-to-foot. if anything, his blush is deepening the longer he's on the feed. ]

I-- I suppose I'm going to have to do a bit of shopping. It's not as if I can raid Gold's closet, he's far too tall.

[ and he's not sure if he can actually look rumpelstiltskin in the face right now, anyway. this is so embarrassing. ]

inthejunk

[Anyone familiar with Souji Seta's apartment will recognize where Yosuke is immediately. He's sitting on the bed, which is unmade in a way it never would be if Souji had anything to say about it. There are cups of tea sitting around too, abandoned and forgotten. For all of that, Yosuke doesn't seem relaxed or well-rested. He just looks a little mussed and out of it.]

I'unno 'f anyone. Uh. Who needsta know. But somebody...he had a job. So-so, 'f you worked with him he's not playin' hooky, alright? I waited t' make sure. A while. Long time. 'Cause he wasn't answering, so I-um.

Anyway, 'm doin' this wrong. I just mean-um. Mean that Souji Seta is gone. Is all. So, please excuse him from work.

[Sorry, Portians. He's usually friendler, really. It's just been a bad month. Wake him up when September ends?]

(OoC: For people who don't know, Souji Seta is Yosuke's canon best friend and was his sole cast mate. Who also made the mistake of giving him a bottle of vodka to celebrate his 17th birthday. Whoops.)

tea_lover64

[The feed opens to a video, early morning, out in a courtyard. Iroh is standing outside this building, within full view. He has purposely made it as close to home as possible, with a few modern conveniences within, as well of course the necessary Darkness proofing.]

For those of you who might know me, my tea shop has been completed. It is known as the Jasmine Dragon, as it was at home. It will be officially opened for business next week. The grand opening is on Sunday. I have endeavoured to have a wide variety of tea, which is available both for consumption and purchase.

[He inclines his head]

There are positions available for those seeking employment at such a place, feel free to contact me. There are a variety of positions available, the most prominent being servers and hosts, though there are also cook positions available for the small menu of food we do have. Thank you for your time.

Current Mood: accomplished

showbizpanache

[Kurt is at the Community Center, looking well-dressed and businesslike. He has placed his NV in front of him and speaks cordially into it.]

I'm afraid this is a tad belated, but I'd still like to extend my greetings to any and all new arrivals in the Port. I'm Kurt Hummel, assistant director of your Newcomer Community Center, and I'd like to--

[He's cut off by noise and laughter. A group of teenagers can be seen at the window, messing around with the Darkness proofing and attempting to vandalize the Center. Kurt has an unreadable expression as he pulls away and calmly steps outside.

Once he's out there, a gunshot can he heard. He's fired one into the sky.]

GET OUT! YOUR MOTHERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU! GO HOME AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN, YOU LITTLE--

[They scatter, and he calmly re-holsters his pistol and walks back over to the camera. He straightens his clothes and sits back down.]

As I was saying, welcome. If you have any questions about life in the Port or our status as Newcomers in general, don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you!

justwillow

[The feed starts with the ceiling getting further away and a crash as the NV hits the floor. Willow rubs her hand looking down at the NV tapping it gingerly with her finger drawing back. Huh... No shocking.]

That’s weird.

[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]

Buff--

[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]

[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]

Will!

[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]

( TL;DR? They get attacked by Appliances. )

((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))

fluffybeard

[There is a man in a bar. In a corner, alone. He has a glass in his hand and a sword on his back. He looks flushed and well within the throws of alcohol. He sighs heavily and turns a page of the book he calls and NV and starts speaking.]

So I have a hypothetical for all you fellow prisoners.

[He smiled, though it wasn't one of happiness, it was one that portrayed a different emotion. It was filled with a bitter sadness and the only way the man could be smiling was because that was his way of dealing with it.]

If you arrived here... and someone you loved had no idea who you are what would you do? Cause I've been thinking it over. My first thought was to get drunk and that worked really well. I don't think it's helped me suss the issue out any. I guess that means Garret Hawke is back on the market.

[He drains the rest of his glass and puts it down with a thunk on the table.]

Any and all suggestions welcomed, don't be shy. Unless your name is Anders. Then you can be shy. Very shy. In fact, forget I said anything.

justwillow

[Willow is pointing the camera at a stuffed animal, that is... horribly repaired. The stuffing is lumpy and the stitching isn't terrible, but it's still wrong. It's also singed on one side, the eye is melted slightly and well. That poor Teddy bear.]

Okay, so after my little guy attacked me and tried to smother me on my sleep friday night, I thought it might be okay to try and repair him. But... As you can see it's... kinda gone a little floopy.

[She sighed.]

I know this is stupid and sentimental? But can someone help me put it back together? I mean, "with a wave of my magic wand~" [Sing Songed to the tune of he Fairy God Mother from Shrek 2.] and all that, but... It would just seem wrong in a way.

[She sighed again.]

Maybe I should just throw it away.

discretion

[A young man's voice, perhaps familiar. Cheerful, but with a great strain and weariness beneath it.]

--I'm sorry everyone, it seems I've been late.

I hope I haven't put anyone out too much.

ninthserenade

Guys, I got a serious question. Well, actually just sort of an info request or something. I know that whole 'Newcomer Hunting' thing is kinda big and the whole idea of it just kinda freaks me out so I've been dodging most cuz it's like something out of some book or a movie but.

Well, uh.

I wanna know more about it.

Especially with the deaths of the guys with AGI, it kinda makes a dude like me scared considering I'm with 'em. I don't usually walk around outside after sirens or anything like that since I've got the whole, um. Corridor of darkness thing, but... Y'know. Danger lurks 'round every corner here so you can't be too sure.

showbizpanache

If I hear about that dead Hunter one more time I'm going to lose it. There is a man you should all be mourning-- His name is Franz d'Epinay.

I'm getting really sick of how backwards this place is.

rainprism

[The feed kicks on, and .... here's Aqua, dressed for bed, but she's well-covered by a more tasteful night robe. The camera's set up to face her wall desk, and there's a pause as she adjusts the lens before sitting back, settling into the rolling chair and folding her hands neatly in her lap.]

Seems like things are finally getting back to normal ...

[She hasn't heard any other reports or fallout of bodyswapping. Needless to say, it's been ... quite an adventure in self-appreciation to be back to her old self. Dr. Orpheus -- bless that man -- was probably feeling the same way.

Even so, it's taken a while for things to renormalize.]

I hope everyone is alright. I've been thinking, though ...

[Her even gaze lowers somewhat for a moment before she looks back up at the NV.]

This is ... kind of a question for the whole city. Anybody is welcome to answer.

[Clearing her throat.]

If you could find out what happens after you die ... would you want to know? Without having to die first, I mean. ... To know everything. Not just what happens to yourself, but what your friends and family go through, the changes that come about in the world, if there are any.

[Kind of a somber subject, and she wrings her hands once or twice.]

It's only a question, so ... take it with a grain of salt, as they say.

[[ ooc : replies are coming tonight 8/18! sorry for the delay! ]]

showbizpanache

[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]

All of you, please.

Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.

[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]

zapswithmagic

[Billy's taken some time to get his bearings again here. When he was here the last time, he was sent home and time had passed, he'd come back to only find a few days had passed. Coming back now and finding that it's been nine months is a bit of a shock. He's used a few locating spells to try and find his friends but so far nothing's come up. Tommy, Kate, Teddy, even Erik, it seems, are all gone. Not very surprising considering how long it's been but still, after everything that happened with Doom, he feels more lonely now than ever. He's praying that maybe something is going on and he just can't pick up on them, that they're still around.]

... Hey. Uhm. This is Billy Kaplan. I was here for about half a year until August. Looks like I was gone for awhile. A really long while. Just... wondering if there's anyone still around who remembers me. Or if there's anyone who knows about the Avengers or Young Avengers. If you could talk to me, that'd be great.

There was also someone here named Michael Xavier when I was around. He's... important to me and it looks like he's not in the city anymore. If someone could tell me what happened to him, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

vaguelysauntered

[It, quite literally, took Anthony J. Crowley several hours to actually get out of bed.]

[Ever since the beginning of the week, he had felt listless, apathetic, and generally a lot more tired with the world than he had been usually. In the last couple of days he hadn't even bothered to use his usual spiel against his collection of plants to make them grow better- most of them were probably already showing signs of disobedience by now.]

[The problem was, Crowley didn't really care at the moment. Scaring plants just sounded like too much work.]

[He turns on the NV, his short black hair more ruffled and unkempt than its usual groomed look, but his sunglasses are still on his face as if they would never leave. He yawns into his elbow before speaking.]

Well, erm. Long time, no talk, Siren's Port. [He gives a rather mocking salute at the camera.] I'm sure all of you are out there doing your perfectly mundane things as you usually do, etcetera, etcetera.

Only reason I'm asking is because, well, it's like everything became one hundred times more boring than it usually is. I mean, you'd think in a place full of people and powers and things trying to eat you alive during the night, there'd be something a whole lot more exciting out-

[Suddenly, Crowley pauses, his attention having been captured by something happening off screen. There's a moment before he speaks again his eyebrows creased in slight confusion.]

Um. Would someone mind telling me what I'm seeing here?

( ooc cut for angels and demons and snogging )

Well, then. [And then he shrugs slightly, yawning, as if he had just shown everyone a rather boring nature documentary instead of...you know.] So, um, anyone want to tell me any exciting things that are happening around here? [A pause as he groggily goes over that last statement.] Hold on, just asked that. Really, it's like everything's just slipping my mind or something...anyways, someone should come over and bring me wine or something, I'm just not in the mood for getting it myself...

[And then, without warning, he leans against the wall, having succumbed to sleep in mid conversation. There are a few snores, and then the feed cuts when the hand with his watch NV falls to his side, shutting off the camera.]

[Feel free to discuss what just happened amongst yourselves, residents of Siren's Port. Maybe you should get some brain bleach while you're at it, to get out that mental image of what you just witnessed.]

[ooc: This is very backdated to the Seven Deadly Sins Plot week! This post was made with much support from Crowley and Castiel-mun, and here is the events surrounding the kiss if you're curious as to how this came along and what happened afterwards. A.J. Crowley is very much affected by Sloth, so expect him to be apathetic and lazy towards everything ever.]

thequarterback

[It's been a while, Siren's Port. Finn's been keeping pretty quiet as far as the network goes, lately. You know, personal things that are better kept to himself]

It's funny, you know? When I first found out that Santana was gone, it wasn't really any big deal or anything, because it's not like I saw much of her while she was here, even though we lived together. I mean, it was a big deal because she's my friend but-- Anyway, now that it's been a bit, it's getting a little more, I don't know, noticeable?

[He pauses to gather his thoughts. He's gotten a little off track]

That's not really-- There's something that Santana was doing while she was here. She was singing for donations, and giving the money to a good cause. She did it for Lent, you know, giving up her time and stuff, and while Lent ended a bit ago, I thought it would be a good idea to keep doing it.

To anyone who wants to help -- not just people who can sing and dance and stuff. Just anyone who wants to help -- I'm going to be outside the performing arts theater building starting tomorrow. I'll be there all afternoon. And unless anyone has any better ideas, I'd like to keep putting any money we possibly get toward a fund for GLBTQ youths.