sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: emma frost

[Mary's going with voice, because she's too angry, confused, and scared to let the Network see her face.]

Does anyone else have the feeling like they're missing something?

I know I am. I keep noticing things that don't make sense- people say strange things to me or-

-There's something I'm forgetting. There has to be. Nothing else makes sense. There are weapons all over my apartment, I used to Greet at night in the Darkness, people know things about me that don't make sense, and the more I think about it the less I understand.

[This, coming from someone who was there pulling people out of the Towers rubble, who helped the night the sirens didn't sound, who talked about vampire killing in public threads. The state of Denmark isn't just rotten, it reeks.]

Can someone please teach me how to use this gun? I own four holsters and three guns and I don't know how to use any of it. There are boxes of bullets in my kitchen.

I don't know what's happening to me.

doeswhathewants

[The NV feed clicks on and Loki, looking a little worse for wear around the edges, is peering down into it, a bit wary.]

Leah? Daimon? ... if this is about those shirtless jokes- [A frown as he looks about] Oh. Oh! [Then his expression brightens.]

Well met and glad tidings, Siren's Port! It has been a while- [He pauses] For me, at least. For here...it seems less than a day has passed, but that only means I have interesting things to share and the lot of you do not. How much power this place yields to obfuscate the memories of it from even an one such as myself, and all the way back in my own world, no less!

Disconcerting.

Ah well! I shall welcome the break and consider this a much needed vacation. After all, I have saved Midgard no less than three times since I returned. Only 997 more times to go before we are even.

Ah- if you meet a verbose magpie, converse with him at your own peril lest he talk you into swallowing your own tongue.

magnetic_magpie

[Starting at 1000, Magneto starts sending texts. He's had his NV back for two days now, and it's taken him some time to catch up simply on what is addressed to him, he hasn't read the general network yet. All the texts are encrypted and unhackable.]

( Jubilee, Emma, visible to each other )

( Jinx )

( Kevin )

( Mary/John, filtered from each other )

( Franz )

( Walter )

( Kuchiki Byakuya )

( House )

( Anna )

( Blaine )

( Unohana Retsu )

( Daedalus Yumeno )

( Jack/Ahiru/Claudio - filtered from each other )

( Sam Merlotte )

( Former HoA people (sans Castiel and Chuck) )

( NCC Clinic co-workers )

( Patients - any and all who have Dr. Xavier as thier primary or consulting physician )

( Eric/Alan )

( Czeslaw )

( Deadpool )

( Loki )

( Spiderman )

( Nel )

( Hitsugaya )

( Mercy )

( Kitty )

mighty_pirate

So everyone's telling me it's impossible to sale out of the Port because of the Core, but nobody seems to know what the Core is.

[Sound of footsteps and passing vehicles.]

Why don't you guys know more about it? I mean, it's on the island right? Or uhm. Under it?

[There's a loud honking]

Yikes!

[And a crash, that of a body falling into something, followed by yelling and swearing.]

Aw, gee! Sorry! I didn't mean to!

[More yelling]

I'm a pirate! What kinda pirate pays for things!?

thelittlestbub

[She's got make up on and is hiding the illness still wracking her. She's managing not to hack up a lung because this is important and you never show weakness. Ever.

She's also in her uniform. Not her normal flat black, though. This one is different. There's a deep red under her arms that goes downward. No one can see the bottom, where the racing stripes down her legs fade from silver to blue, to Magneto's purple. It's directed at someone, because she knows he'll get it. To hell with the rest of you plebeians.]

Good morning. In certain sectors of the Newcomer community this morning, I have no doubt that there are a lot of questions.

I am neither condoning, condemning, nor confirming actions, at this time.

However. I am asking that all who are leaving the House of Awesome do so by noon today.

All belongings left behind will be stored and returned to their rightful owners, at mutually agreed upon times and places.

Temporarily, I am stating that this building will no longer be accepting Newcomers. Until now, we've had an open policy, but as of noon, that policy is on indefinite hold. I am sorry for anyone that this inconveniences.

[No, she's not, but it's politic to say so.]

Of course, anyone that remains here will have leave to come and go as they need. All visitors will be cleared by myself and myself alone.

I am available if anyone has any questions.

[Feed cuts to private filters:]

[HoA, but ONLY those that are staying, and she can pretty much guess who they are, Magneto Filters]

Anyone else who wishes to leave is welcome to. I'm sorry to see you go.

[That's at least honest.]

[Locked to Deadpool, Spidey, and Loki only.]

Deadpool, Loki, Spidey, this house is hereby on lockdown. Until further notice and yes I'm in charge.

[See her? She's the mercenary child soldier trained by Wolverine, Cyclops, Emma Frost and Charles Xavier. Welcome to her world.]

[Private/unhackable to Kenzo Tenma]

[Finally, she drops the facade and just looks tired.]

... I could use a friend tonight, if you've got time to spare. Please?

birthrightwithheld

[There's a loud clunking sound as her book drops, turning on the audio and clicking on in the middle of what must be a fairly tense situation from the sound of things.]

-me see Uther! You have no right to hold me here without telling me why, there is no reaso-

[Someone, who is clearly being far more patient with her than she really is deserving of at the moment, is heard trying to calm her by saying things along the lines of 'ma'am if you would-' and 'Miss, please calm down.' Unfourtunately for this poor person caught in the crossfire Morgana just starts back into something like a tirade. Confused, and just coming off an interrogation, she's not as calm as she usually would be. ]

What you're telling me is that Aredian has nothing to do with this? I don't believe you. Now-

[Morgana steps forward and turns off the book by accident due to stepping on it. About three hours later, there's a short text post.]

I'm sorry for my behavior. I was not at my best and it is not how I would like to be introduced.

My name is Morgana.

I've been told where I am, but it's not been explained as well as I'd like, and things here seem strange.

Like cars.

They move faster than anything I've ever seen. How is that even possible?

[OOC: This is also known as the latest introduction ever.]

cowboycop

(( ooc: Forward-dated to about 7PM, action opportunity for housemates. ))

Got a question fer all y'all. You ever... wish you could change somethin'? Y'ever had one of those moments when you just... wish you could go back'n... fix it all?

[A pause, as he seems to tap his foot down. His spur jingles in time, so one can only assume.]

... though I figger that here, it'd be goin' forward an' fixin' it. Three years ago fer me, three years ahead fer Siren's Port, I reckon... [One could probably hear a faint sigh if they tried. This is hard for him to admit, even bring up again.] ... a man named Neil Marshall was killed. Man I loved like a brother, 'cause... he was my brother. An' no matter how long ago it's been, I keep wonderin'... maybe I coulda... done somethin' different. Maybe I coulda jus' stayed behind a bit longer. I dunno.

... so how do y'all keep it from gettin' to ya? Even I'll admit I ain't got a clue. Guess that's my real question I should be askin'. Jus' lemme know. I'll... I'll get back to ya.

[He tries to turn off the voice, but just before, in a quiet voice that was meant to be just for himself:]

Dammit, Marshall, keep it together...

gavesugar

[Sheila wears the look of someone who has been cooped up for far too long. As she switches on her NV, one might notice that this is not her Newcomer apartment, but rather a plain room furnished even more sparsely than her true home, with a bed and a number of Sheila's possessions, salvaged from her Newcomer Apartment. She waters a very large aloe plant, fussing for a second.]

It seems as though this winter shall ne're conclude, does it not? My poor plants art withering down to nubs.

[She turns and addresses the NV at last.]

I hath been enduring since the bombing, and am living above my employer's dress shop. If ye wish to reach me, please contact me through my NV, as my living situation art quite precarious.

But there art good news afoot. I hath been offered a secretarial job by Lee Chaolan. He hath informed me that I must lean to operate a computer to do so. Art there any among thee who might teach me?

[She peeks through the blinds and sighs as hale plinks against her window, mixing in with the monotonous drone of the machines downstairs.]

ella_of_frell

[ While Hattie is "safely" away for the evening with a certain Mr. Nightray, Ella is enjoying the night off! And as she has been relatively quiet, for reasons of her own, she was bringing to the network a question.

Of course she is curled up on her bed looking a bit worn out from being sick (not cold-sick, oh-god-what-are-you-making-me-eat sick). Kyra was curled up on the bed next to Ella, dozing like a good wolfdogpup. ]

We don't precisely have this kind of holiday back in Frell, or at least it isn't called "Valentine's Day". But I get the idea of it, for the most part. I'm more curious about people's interpretation of "love" though. I mean, there are a lot of different types - the one I'm referring to leans more to ... well, creepy, actually.

Say you have a girl who likes a guy - or the reverse. Maybe it's a guy who likes a girl. Either way, someone likes someone. Only it's not mutual. What would you consider of the person that forces their love on you - like breaking into your apartment to fix you food, climbing into your bed while you're asleep, stalking your apartment or home to watch you turn the lights on and off.

Basic creeper behavior, in my opinion. But some people think that if it's a "powerful love" then it's okay, even if - in one case, the guy doesn't want anything to do with girl "in love" with them. So what do you think? Is that kind of behavior validated because of love, or would you call them out on being creepy and unwanted?

[ A pause, and she grins, tiredly. ]

And before certain people jump to conclusions, no, it's not a hypothetical friend of a friend of a friend nonsense. It's related to a conversation I had with my stepsister and Flonne a few weeks ago.

Oh and Byakuya, I'm sorry I wasn't in today - I hope Hattie didn't make a mess of things.

[ She... hadn't seen his post from earlier. ]

doeswhathewants

[The video opens with Loki wearing his most convincingly innocent face, hood of his yellow sweatshirt up, jacket on over that, the NV balanced on the back of a chair while Loki lounges sideways in said chair]

So many pissed off people today.

[A glittering gleam in those green eyes, like fire, just a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth]

I do wonder what could have happened.

[ooc: See OOC post on Loki's super secret magical cellophane toilet trick for deets]