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[ It's only after she's had enough time to fully process what has happened that she addresses the network, sitting calmly in the middle of the field. There are several things that she now knows for certain.

She knows that she definitely isn't in Heaven any more, the most comforting knowledge of all. Somehow, something has managed to assist her in an escape. She also knows that there are family members here, and that's far more concerning. Lastly, she knows that whatever has happened here, she needs to get inside before dark see someone read the signs or all Hell breaks loose.

Still, as ominous as that situation is it's not enough for her to drop her guard, so she avoids any videos for now. It's not that she doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here, she just...doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here.
]

If there's anyone listening to this, some help would go a long way. [ This feels stupid. Still, she presses on all the same, letting out a soft exhale of breath before continuing. ] I've woken up in a baseball field and there are warnings about staying inside during the dark. If anyone could just...direct me to the nearest place where I can keep away from this 'darkness', it would be appreciated.

And...that's all, thanks.
servingfather: (Even Michael Feels Amusement)
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[Michael is standing in what appears to be a dimly lit park. To some it might not mean much but this space had been his home before and honestly while the location and belongings weren't important, the beings who had occupied it were. He makes his way out of the open expanse where lion cubs once dwelt.]

Gone for five minutes and look at the trouble you all have gotten into while I was away. Well, I suppose it has been a bit longer for all of you but honestly what did you do? Put a giant sign over your heads that asked for a bit of mayhem?

[There's a pause as he enters an elevator, pushing the button for the top floor even though he could just appear in his old apartment. Michael smiles but it's fake -- granted a good job of a fake smile but there's just no twinkle in his eye.]

I guess this is the part where I announce I've returned but I'm fairly sure a few of you knew that already. Now, who wants to fill me in on what I've missed?
doctor_mccoy: (this outta do it)
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[Hi ! it's your favorite cranky doctor in this brief public service announcement:]

 Don't forget to get your damn flu-vaccinations. 

[At least he's attached a file detailing out the location of clinics and their 'business' hours.

He doesn't look forward to volunteering, but it's better than spending all winter wiping your noses because you all neglected preparing for flu-season.]

upstairsbrain: (Default)
[personal profile] upstairsbrain
[ Why text, you ask? Because then, no one can see his expression. ]

For those of you who knew him,

[ And unless you're an Archangel, he thinks, you probably didn't "know" him, and even then-- ]

Lucifer is gone from Siren's Port.

[ Sorry, there are no apologies and sympathies to be had. Because this is some of the best news he's heard in a while, though, of course, the devil could come back at any time, as people are like to do here. Still, since Cas was nice enough to let him know, Sam figures he should inform the rest of the city. Maybe it'll do others some of the good it did him. ]
comeshonesty: l a d y v o l d y t h i n g | lj (with his sickle keen.)
[personal profile] comeshonesty
[ the video reveals an older man, thin nearly to the point of being skeletal, dressed sharply in a black suit and with his black hair slicked back. he's sitting neatly on a bench somewhere under a street-light, surrounded by the darkness. he seems comfortable enough with it, though-- it suits him.

there's a silver-headed cane propped against the bench beside him, a drink in a paper cup next to his thigh, and he's balling up the foil from what looks to have been some kind of chili-dog. there's no telling how his device is propped up, because it simply seems to be hovering in the air.

he finally glances up at it, black eyes strange and somehow terrifying despite his relatively harmless appearance and mild expression. long fingers curl around the cup and he takes a sip through the straw before seeming to settle on what he wants to say, his words deliberate and tone even, hinting at no particular emotion beyond perhaps the faintest trace of annoyance. ]


Well. So much for the star that I was rather occupied with. How is it I wind up on this dismal little planet so often.

[ he licks his thumb, setting aside the foil. ]

I suppose I could blame it on a certain significant other--[ chuck, he's looking at you. 8| ]--being rather himself. Or the Winchesters, perhaps, given their remarkable lack of self-preservation as a family. Or the little winged children bickering so much.

[ a pause, gaze lifting again, intense and disturbing. ]

Well. Shall we all coexist peacefully, then, or will I need to turn someone over my knee?
czes: (my name is...)
[personal profile] czes
[The familiar, fresh-faced boy with neatly combed hair is sitting in front of a desk lamp that gives off warm light. He's wearing a button-down shirt and a vest that gives off more of a vibe of times gone by than hipster parents. He smiles gently at the camera.]

So the other day one of my idiot friends subjected me to a particularly stupid lecture about how I've been behaving here in the city this last year and a half. It was annoying [grin] but it did get me thinking.

I haven't been very honest - [a bit of an eyeroll] like anyone ever is - but it's starting to really get in the way of things. My stupid friend seems to think I'll make even more stupid friends if I'm honest, so, here goes.

The truth is, I was born in the 18th Century. I've been a child like this ever since I drank the elixir of life in 1711 . The last time I visited home, it was the year 2002. I'm over 300 years old.

[His voice pitches upward: cute, sweet, never touched by aging.] Sorry I lied. I thought if people knew, they'd try to hurt me. It's happened in the past. [He won't admit that it's pretty easy to manipulate people with that cute face of his, too.]

One more thing. My name's not Benjamin, it's Czeslaw. Czeslaw Meyer.

I've had a lot of fun meeting all of you.
upstairsbrain: (but there's no air in my lungs)
[personal profile] upstairsbrain
[ Well, he's taken some time to mull over what Magento told him about his time in the Port: the time he doesn't remember. And thinking it over, trying to reason it out, searching for a shred of memory to explain why he'd done it... nothing like that had worked. So, finally, the younger Winchester comes over the feed, his voice almost jerky, mechanical. To many, it may seem like he's just tired, but to those who know him well... ]

Sorry about being M.I.A. If anyone needs me, I'll be around. I'm taking a sort of--

[ He trails off, and then clears his throat. ]

... Anyway. I'll be back soon.

[Private to Dean Winchester:]
I'm not going to be at home for a few days. Don't tell Mom, alright? I don't want her to worry.

[Private to Castiel:]
Can we talk? In person?
aslandish: (Longing)
[personal profile] aslandish
[ Months have passed since he last addressed the network, and though he himself is well, there are things that trouble him. Today, there is no joyous song for the morning, but rather a solemn address. ]

The worlds are ever-changing. Conflicts arise when choices are made.

Without temperance, there is much to be lost and little to be gained.

Guard yourselves, and be mindful in all things.


[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! ]
integrity: [Season Seven] (♆ Always prepared.)
[personal profile] 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?]
doctor_mccoy: (whatwhy)
[personal profile] doctor_mccoy
What are you all, high? What's with sudden munchy epidemic? You know we don't have a cure for Diabetes yet, so eat some damn vegetables. Good God.  [This is the sound of him judging all of you.]

Also, James Kirk's NV has been kicking messages back for awhile, Spock's too, so I imagine those lucky bastards finally got to go home.  I'm keeping up rent on their property, incase they end up back here...so til then, if anyone's looking for a residence until they can get on their feet, it's open.  

Just keep it clean or I'm taking it out on your sorry ass, it's not a damn frat house. 

[He's in a bad mood, go figure.]

showbizpanache: (When is it my turn)
[personal profile] showbizpanache
[Kurt's soft, high-pitched voice pipes up, breathy and energetic as usual, and he sounds like he always does. The only difference between this post and his usual ones, really, is the fact that it's not a video-- But that could be for all sorts of reasons, right? Right.]

It was quite startling, to have to fix our Darkness-proofing this morning! It's lucky I wake up so early, really, or I might have missed it. [A small laugh.] I wouldn't eat any of those Skittles, though, as tempting as they may be.

[Avoiding the issue, avoiding the issue...] Anyway, I-- I apologize for not answering calls over the weekend. I've been very busy. It's never my intention to worry anyone, so I apologize.

Especially you, Ms. Vesper-- I'm terribly sorry. Can I take a rain check on that coffee?
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[Dean's pretty frigging worried but he's trying to stay cool about it and part of playing that game is not to alert the other people that might figure out how to read between the lines, know his silent cues, or will add to the drama themselves.

Sure, he'll pay for it later but right now keeping it from the rest is necessary.
]

[Filtered away from everyone in his cast he can possibly think of but hackable.]

has anyone seen Mary Winchester?

she's been gone longer than usual and she's not picking up her phone

I'd like to think she's out having a good time but it's not like her to shirk parental duties so I have to play the role of the good samaritan and ask

[Video]

June 6th, 2012 11:39 am
thelightbringer: (but lucy those are illegal)
[personal profile] thelightbringer
[Lucifer is lounging at Merlotte's, of all places. With a book, and a glass of--well, whatever he happened to grab. It might be water.]

Well, someone wake the Gregorians, I think it's my birthday.

Let's start the festivities.

[Basically, no one should plan on leaving their home. Maybe ever again.]
whycantistay: (•° Hospital °•)
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[Normally Fred isn't one to post about every bodily function she has, but this just doesn't feel right. And part of her is still frightened Illyria will come back, take her away again. She's leaning on the counter and looking at the camera, looking like she's about to pass out.]

Something doesn't feel right. [She's slow and sluggish. It's not full blown, but she feels like she's battling some monster flu.]

I don't-- I don't think it's Illyria. [Castiel rid her of the demon god, but there's still worry, panic.] I don't often get sick, but-- I don't know.

[She should ask more, maybe get some medication from the hospital, ask McCoy, talk to Lucifer or Michael. But words don't get out before she drops off camera and the screen just points up.]
learnyourplace: (angelic head tilt... almost)
[personal profile] learnyourplace
[Rachel manages to startle herself while poking around at the appliances in her small, starter apartment. With her NV in one hand as she does, it comes as no surprise that she turns it on as she backs away from an exploding toaster.

Obviously, she shouldn't be allowed near a kitchen. It's probably a good thing she doesn't need to eat. There's a moment of her just looking at the counter top -- then at the NV and her head tilts a bit to the side.

It probably shouldn't be on.]
Oh. [She fumbles with it, trying to turn off the feed and finally, fed up, tries to turn it off via angel mojo. She only succeeds in blowing up a lightbulb. She looks very put-upon, very frustrated, hiding a thread of fear underneath it. She is not ready to let other know she's here. That choice has been taken from her, because of her own carelessness.

... She still can't find the right button to push.]

[Video]

May 11th, 2012 06:15 am
thelittlestbub: (Good bye)
[personal profile] thelittlestbub
[She's got her head bowed, shoulders rising and falling as if she's panting. Her hair is black, with red and silver streaks in it. The wall behind her is utterly blank.

Her harsh panting comes over the audio. Jubilee has been working. The video trembles for a moment and then she raises her head.

Blue eyes are seen through stringy hair. Sweat streaks her face.

And her eyes... her eyes aren't normal. They're flat, dead, exhausted...]


Dr. Michael Xavier is dead.

[The video cuts out, with the NV being hurled across a room.]




[OOC: Jubilee has locked herself in the Danger Room. And then locked the Danger Room down so no one can get in except herself, Emma and Magneto. She's also wearing void cuffs, because... yeah. She's surging and can't be around people.

To the people in her condo: Her phone went off at about 3am, right as she got to bed and then she just left. No one saw her again until this post.

Anyone wanting to look into the shenanigans: HIT THIS PLOTTING POST]

1st Drink

May 9th, 2012 09:53 am
ellen_harvelle: (bartender)
[personal profile] ellen_harvelle
[She's been here a few days. Castiel knows she's here. That girl who had helped her to the dugout and given her a little bit of help knew she was here, but had no idea who she was.

That didn't help.

She's got a bruise along her jaw and a scrape on her right cheek. And she's got a shot glass in her hand. There's a distinctive bottle close by, but she's not drinking it. It's too early for that. No matter how much she might want to.

Also, she knows her boys are here.]


I got the welcoming committee talk. Don't want to hear the rest of it.

[She rolls the shot glass along the table.]

I know there are folks from my world here. Appreciate it if they'd speak up.

[Another roll of the shot glass.]

If anyone's looking for a bartender, I ran my own saloon back in Nebraska and don't mind knocking heads together no matter how much more testosterone than brains they've got.

[And if you boys don't contact her, she will come find you. You really don't want that, do you?]
employeeofthemonthforever: (till you run out of cake)
[personal profile] employeeofthemonthforever
[As a high-ranking angel, Zachariah has to put in real effort to look this boring. Bald, just a little portly, in a well-tailored but subdued business suit, on a park bench. The view is at an angle as he looks out toward the city, the NV in his hand, elbow propped on one knee. He grins a little ruefully.]

Somebody tell me there's a decent bar in this cesspool.
whycantistay: (•° Lab °•)
[personal profile] whycantistay
So coming back from home again, I've been thinking more about what I should be doing here. While I'm really focused on helping more people with the hotel -- which if anyone who is new needs a place, we still have plenty of rooms, I'd also like to get more involved with the science community.

Speaking of, McCoy, I have your samples.

Basically I've a paper written in physics journals and was the head of the science department of a local firm. My skills are mainly in math and physics, but I'd like to get more involved. I can put together a resume with my schooling and work experience.

I've also dealt with magic, well at least those spells founded in energy and physics. You'd be surprised what you're capable of when you tap into other things.

Any information would be appreciated.

001~VIDEO

May 8th, 2012 12:31 am
possessing: (Dance till you're dead)
[personal profile] possessing
[Meg is not pleased and seems to have taken up a seat in the back booth of some bar. It's pretty dingy and smoky, definitely not clean, and not at all a respectable joint in any way. She manages to look completely out of place, her hair pulled up and in a white dress shirt. If it wasn't for the leather jacket draped over her shoulders and the glass that must've been something on the rocks, it could be easily assumed that she'd found herself in the wrong place. If you didn't know her anyway.She's got her feet kicked up on the table and she's probably got the phone propped up judging by the angle, though she's not quite as in frame as she could be.]

Canada. That's a new one. Haven't been here in …..Oh, well. An apocalypse. Who's idea was having a mystical hell hole trap in Canada...?

It's a nice little magical feedback loop they have going, real pretty and all, have to admit that. Can't get out, only can get in if you're "pulled".

[She pauses, and rolls her glass across the table, staring past the camera, and looking for all the world like she's got her thoughts elsewhere.]

I don't really have time for this.

[There's a beat, and she rolls her eyes.]

And even if I don't just get yanked out of history for all time, I don't like having my things get screwed with, got it?

I was on a roll.

[There's another pause as Meg thinks, her eyes lighting up before she finally starts chuckling. It's not really a nice sound, and she finally looks at the camera, raising an eyebrow.]

Just is my kind of luck though, these days. So. Come out, come out, where ever you are. It doesn't take much to sniff hell and angel dust, so who've I gone and gotten my poor little self trapped with, hm? Don't be shy.

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