sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: edward nygma

[ Sup, Port. Your favorite Misstress of Evil is making an announcement. She's not aiming her attention at the NV, but instead is focusing at her crow on her arm, stroking its back. The black bird peers back to the NV, an obvious sneer on its avian visage. ]

I have been here what I believe to be a month now, and already I am bored.

Tell me, for the sake of being engaging in life's pleasures, what do you do for fun? I like to think I am open for just about anything.

circumsutus

[The man (shaggy grey hair, greyish skin, indeterminate age, glasses that reflect the light almost more than glasses should, patchwork clothing, massive screw jammed right through his skull) sits in his Tower apartment and waves.

He seems friendly enough.]

I've still got some time [read: nearly a month] before I get thrown out of the apartments, but there's no time like the present to start looking for a job!

My name is Stein, and I'm looking for a job as a surgeon or as a teacher, I'm not picky, and I have extensive experience in both fields. If you want character references, one of my students and patients, Soul Eater, has been here for a while, and is ... fairly reliable.

yieldtotheshield

[The video starts out blurry and disorienting, walls spinning as the NV is handed off from one person to another. The background is a generic hospital room; bland walls, bland flooring, bland bed, uncomfortable chairs for visitors... Standing out against the pale walls is a colourful circular shield painted in red, white, and blue, propped up beside the bed. Next to it is an unidentifiable lump of clothing in the same colours. Slightly off-center on the screen is Steve himself, looking and feeling completely out of place. For a long moment, all he does is look confused.]

It’s on? Recording? [A soft voice offscreen confirms, stating that it’ll be just like the network videos they’d looked at earlier. The young man holding the NV looks unconvinced but turns his attention back to the device in his hand, eyeing it critically before addressing it.] Hi. Um. I’m Steve. Rogers. I guess when I arrived I was unconscious so they brought me to this hospital and... Is this really some other universe? I’ve seen some really strange things so it’s not all that unbelievable but..

Oh, the nurse said that I should try this.. network thing, see if anyone I know is out there. So I guess if you know me, say hi? And I’ll figure out how to say hi back. Somehow. Maybe.

jackedthename

[The person on the other end of the NV is obviously familiar with this kind of technology. After a few seconds, a small holographic Jack appears, looking rather irritated and pacing.]

Right. This is the second or third time in a year I’ve been unexpectedly whisked somewhere I really don’t have the time to be. Anyone want to tell me how to get back to Cardiff? I have a feeling if I don’t get back soon enough, my team will probably kill me. [A pause, then a reflective smile.] They might anyway, actually.

So. Whoever’s in charge around here? I’m Jack Harkness, and I’m going to find you and get home, any way I have to.

gammas

[ well golly who could this green woman be. she's walking and dressed in wow -- not a unitard though her hair is as huge as ever and she doesn't exactly look that happy. it's earlyish morning when she turns on the video ]

Wow, here again? Does my priorities mean nothing anymore? [ the corner of her mouth pulls and she sighs ] Right-o. So I'm She-Hulk. Shulkie. Jennifer Walters, former lawyer, bounty hunter, Avenger, Fantastic Four member, Defenders, SHIELD, Fantastic Force, Hero for Hire, Lady Liberator, aaaaaaand Fearsome Four. [ she's counting this all off on her fingers btw ]

It's a pleasure to meet whoever's still here. I already know how this all goes so no need to give me the rundown.

[ a beat as she just kind of rubs the back of her neck. ]

So, what's up?

viced

So. Elections. [ He's hanging out in his apartment, which looks a little dingy, but at least it's clean! ] I fucking love elections.

A special election at that. [ His lip quirks in a half-grin. ] That's pretty nice news to hear. It's an opportunity to make some big changes, at the very least. So who's running? [ and he holds his hands up in front of the camera in a placating gesture. ] Not that I'm scoping for competition, or anything like that! I'm honestly curious to know who's eyeing the spot. [ He pauses.] Wow, that does sound disengenous, doesn't it?

I'm offering help, actually. Not free, but if you're running for office, you would have enough money for a campaign consultant. [ He cringes slightly ] At least I would hope so.

If nobody is, well. [ A shrug. ] That would be quite the shame, wouldn't it?

deductives

[There's the sound of a fridge opening and the clanking of a few dishes before Sherlock starts speaking into his NV.]

I've made the same cup of tea three times. There's still enough milk to last the week. My dog has relieved himself on the same spot of my carpet just as often, at the same time every day, with the same amount. I shot a hole in the wall yesterday. It's gone now.

[Sherlock's tone gets just a little bit more annoyed as he goes on. Though, it is unusual that "the dog" has become "my dog."]

It's obvious that the native population hasn't noticed this at all, when plenty of us have. The question is, what are we going to do about it?

[A boring day is bad enough. A boring day while wheelchair bound is even worse. Repeating that day over and over? Unjust torture that he will not stand for.]

harriedosborn

[ Harry looks a bit better than the last time he posted; more rested, at least, and less depressed looking. He glances around himself as if making sure the coast is clear. ]

All right, so -- this isn't about me this time, I swear, and I know this thing isn't exactly craigslist, but… you're all a better crowd to ask, I think, than whatever the real craigslist equivalent around here is. Is it just craigslist? Anyway, say you've got this teenager who wants to work for the news. Like, I dunno, a paper or something easy like that and definitely isn't paparazzo work. There's got to be a market for that, right? Something safe? I want to make sure she's in good h--

[ He's suddenly interrupted by a shriek and there's a pillow flying out of nowhere into his face before a red-headed girl bursts into the video. ]

Oh my god, Harry! Are you really doing what -- oh my god, you herb!

[ She's looking at the camera now, trying to shove him off screen as best as she can. ]

Ignore him. Whatever he was asking, ignore it. This didn't happen. None of this happened. Oh my god, you're so embarrassing!

[ Off-screen: ] For cripes sake, I'm trying to help!

[ Mary Jane buries her face in her hands, and all that's heard from her is a completely embarrassed: ] Oh my god!