sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: daemon

[When the feed comes on, it's pointed at two teenagers curled up together on a bed, fully clothed and wakeful. The boy looks at the other occupant of the bed with a warm smile before beginning to speak.]

I've been here almost a month now. It's still a little surprising. I definitely didn't expect to be welcome with the plague, but I guess that's just about my luck. [The small laugh is barely humorous, and he steals another glance at the girl.]

But for everyone who helped me when I first arrived, I'd like to thank you. The girl I was looking for is here now.

[ And the girl, not the prettiest in the world, seems rather content with where she is. She doesn't really smile, so much as her face is calm and no longer drawn and wrought with stress. Her head rests against the crook where his shoulder and chest meet, but she tilts it just so, to look at his face. She doesn't have too much to say, really. ] I want to thank you for helping him, too. [ While she wasn't here to protect him. ] And for making sure we could find each other.

( non-ic cut for length! )

[ooc:This is Katniss and this color's Peeta!]

icy_heavens

[When the feed comes on, it’s pretty clear it’s not on purpose. The screen is mostly looking up at the sky, though the corner of it seems to catch something made of ice. Just off screen, a pair of voices can be heard arguing.]

Get off me, stupid.

No. I like it here. You're comfy.

[An indignant huff.] Well, you're not. Move; I can't do anything like this.

You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and stay still. [Sounds of shuffling.] Is that better?

No. You know I hate that. I said get off, Bedwetter.

My bed's been dry for AGES!

Only because you've barely been in it the past two weeks. [A sound like there’s some sort of physical struggle going on.

[And then a thud.] Ow! Shirou-chan, you're being too rough!

[The feed cuts about here, perhaps fortunately.]

[[OOC: Forward-dated to early tomorrow morning because we are horrible people who can't wait. Friends and trolls everywhere come and embarrass them. Hinamori is purple, and Hitsugaya is green. Anyone who gets shown the ice scuplture will see this.]]

Current Mood: artistic

soldierfirst

[The feed opens from the interior of Sephiroth's office at Violet Systems; he'd needed some time away from a house of sick friends to order his thoughts. The decor around him is largely white, with silvery accents of stainless steel and brushed aluminum, highlighted here and there with purple tones. It is a modern setting: sparse and state-of-the-art. All the white and his own natural paleness is contrasted greatly to the dark uniform of the SOLDIER that he is: he knows well how to make a statement; this is the General speaking more than the man.]

Good afternoon, Siren's Port. [A pause -- brief, but carefully calculated.] Or as good an afternoon as it can be, with a number of people still sick. At least there is more hope of a cure now, however...delayed it might be in getting to non-natives.

[But that is an argument that's been addressed several times over, across the Network and back again. And while it probably could be addressed again -- change is brought about only through persistence -- this is not such a time. There is something else he wishes to address in the current forum.]

And a celebration to attend, as I am sure everyone has seen by now. But I'm sure we've also all seen the hatred directed at Newcomers, especially recently with the outbreak of this disease. I'm sure we all have our own experiences with it.

[Another pause, a bit briefer than the first. There is no need to dwell upon what they have all experienced in some form or the other.]

What Mister Creed proposes is a celebration of life, and I would like for it to remain that way. I know I've made this request before, for the convention of Newcomer businesses. I am now asking again for a few good men and women to help me in the endeavor of keeping the peace for this event. All interested parties, please do not hesitate to contact me. The NPP is already hard at work with their planning, and the seventh is not long away.

[Another pause, and the barest of smiles.] Thank you, everyone, for your time.

[ooc: oh just forget that hiatus I'm supposed to be on. I'll try my best for timely replies, but please bear with my work schedule.]

theorizes

I feel as if I'm the only one in this city that isn't sick. I chalk this up to my copious hand-washing and genetically engineered immune system.

[Sheldon sounds pretty okay, all things considered. He doesn't really do guilt. Or anything except basic incredulity. So he's chilling like a villain in his new Sector Two apartment.]

I've been working on calculating the spread of the illness from Ground Zero. Anyone who wishes to contribute can text me whatever they discover. Don't come see me in person. I am not going to run out of hand sanitizer because people want to be friendly. Or sociable.

I don't want your cooties.

unluckyinlove

[Jinx looks excited. So excited that she might explode if she doesn't tell anyone and everyone why. Meanwhile, Gabriel is in the background, leaning against a wall and looking like the cat who ate the canary. Oh, he's smug.]

I have an announcement-- [She stops herself and looks back at Gabriel, her grin only getting bigger.] We have an announcement to make. Last night, Gabriel proposed to me...

[She shows off her left hand and has to contain a squeal. What the audience should be turning their attention toward is her recently acquired fashion statement.] I said yes!

[As if everyone in the Port is too dumb to put two and two together, she just has to add:] We're getting married!

[From the peanut gallery:] Never let it be said that I didn't make an honest woman out of her. [A beat.] ...Well, sorta.

rapturescreed

Today, I was called in to my daughters' school for a parent and teacher conference. While I would like to say that this was a surprise, I have to say, I know that both Nana and Pino are very smart, and very hardworking. I saw no reason for them to call in a parent unless something had happened, and I was informed that every parent was called in to have a discussion with the teacher about how their child is progressing in the classroom.

[He would smile, but then, he's much more serious about this then anything else.]

It seems that the teachers were concerned about my daughter's speedy progress in class. They actually gave her a lower grade, because she didn't show her work on the paper. The answers were correct, and yet they saw fit to punish her because she had found a speedier way to give them what they wanted. I, as a parent, was outraged.

[That's putting it lightly. He made a little bit of a mess in the classroom.]

Here, they made me sit in one of those absurd desks made for children, and then went over how many times Pino had raised her hand, because she knew the answer, compared to the other children who did not know the answer. And then they told me that she doesn't use free time like the other children! They said she was strange, and she would copy someone else's painting. [He's getting a little angrier.] She's a child! And here they blame her for something that is not really her fault! [Breathe. Calm down.]

Thought of the day: Do not penalize the child because you are too ignorant to know that they are right.

[He pauses, taking the time to think of what he wants to say next.]

Aside from my comments on the current state of the Siren's Port school system, there are two other items on my list tonight. As you all know, we recently lost Yako Katsuragi from our midst. She was a good friend, and a hard worker, and she will be sorely missed. She was in charge of running the Newcomer Community Center, as well as scheduling all of the activities that took place there. Now that she's gone, we are without someone to maintain the community center. So, I would like to put a call out for everyone to step up to the plate, so to speak. If you think you could do a good job of making sure the center runs smoothly, I would be glad to look at your resume. Of course, whoever runs the center will also be granted access to the Newcomer Political Party and all it's meetings from here on out. We need your help. I don't want the center to close, just because we all decided not to do something about it.

[He looks saddened by that statement. It would be a shame to shut down the center because of no help.]

The other thing I'd like to mention is the Newcomer Business Convention that Mr. Chaolan has been setting up. I, as well as the rest of the Newcomer Political Party, think that this will be a great opportunity to bring to light other business in the area, and to help other Newcomers out there. The NPP will be backing the convention, and I hope that every Newcomer who currently runs a business, or knows of a business friendly and neutral to Newcomers, will participate in this event.

Thank you for your time.

ace_of_knaves

[Joker is in an orange jumpsuit and is clearly sitting in a cell at the asylum. Occasionally a shadow flickers past; that of a passing guard or doctor.]

Howdy-doody, world!

[He smiles.]

Don't worry, I may be behind bars, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about my adoring public! In honor of the season I've arranged an Easter Egg Hunt for the whole city! No need to thank me. The kiddies always get to have all the fun. I think the grown ups should join in too, don't you?

[He leans in towards the NV]

I'd hurry up and find those eggs, though. Or on Monday this burg is gonna have one heck of a fireworks display!

((ooc: More about the egg hunt here. Remember, you don't have to ask me if it's okay for your character to find an egg! Just have fun with it and run into any type of egg you'd like.))

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! ]