sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: finnian

Good morning. My name is Kidou Yuuto. I've come to understand that there isn't a way back to my town currently, so I have to make myself comfortable here.

I grew up in an environment where soccer is very, very important. And from what I can tell, it's not very popular around here.

So, I was wondering if anyone here knew how to play or would like to learn.

truename

[Hello Siren's Port. It's everyone's favorite serious, dark-haired teenage cat boy. Today he's neglected to hide his ears ~~sorry Gilbert~~. He is seated in his kitchen, playing with a small camcorder.

There have been a lot of really great projects to help give advice and comfort for people feeling lost out here, to honor those who have died or disappeared in this city. I was thinking recently that almost all of the friends I made when I arrived here two years ago are gone. It tires you out after awhile, especially when you're working hard to remember everyone you've lost.

In school we did a project recently where we wrote to ourselves in ten years and made a time capsule. I'd like to help newcomers create a legacy like that. If you're willing to chip in a little for supplies I'll help anyone who'd like to have a short video made about their life here in Siren's Port - messages for loved ones, what your average day was like, anything you want. I can help you decide on a script, tape and edit footage and alll that. The idea is you could include it with some personal items and wishes to be found if you die or disappear. It's not only to preserve the memories for the people left behind - but in case you end up forgetting yourself, for whatever reason, then you'll have somewhere to start off from.

[His ears flick thoughtfully. He's grown up a lot in his time in Siren's Port, though he still has a sort of underfed look about him, even in the bulk of his navy blue private school sweatshirt.]

I made one for myself and I thought others might want to do the same. [A pause, almost an afterthought.] Also, welcome to Siren's Port, since it looks like we're getting a lot of new people again lately. I've been here a pretty long time, so if other kids need help with studying or school, I can probably help with that too. I really think it's important for us to go to school, even if it's really different than where we came from.

themonarch

So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

[Click]

((OOC: Double post with

acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

aggrievance

Hello, Siren's Port. I come to your network seeking information.

Firstly, I hear a number of people have had the good fortune to find themselves with companions upon their arrival into this city. As such, if anyone has heard of the names Jade Harley, Dave Strider, or John Egbert, I request that they respond to my inquiry with the appropriate information.

Second, further explanation on the nature of this city would be appreciated. While I may or may not have done some of my own digging, a second opinion is always welcome.

Considering I have no particular desire for anyone to soothe any sort of latent worry you may be sensing under this texted exterior, I propose we skip straight into introductions. As it seems, I may be here for a while.

At the risk of sounding cliché, it’s Lalonde. Rose Lalonde. A pleasure to do business with all of you, and certainly a wish that our meeting could be under better circumstances.

( Cut for lavender font )

jokerofcrime

[There is darkness.

It is a horrible, shifting, terrifying darkness from whence only a tiny bit of light escapes. AND OH, THE SOUNDS. THE HORRIBLE SOUNDS. A cacophony of smacking and pleased sighs. The darkness shifts, more light pours through, shining like some beacon of Heaven in this most dark, horrible-

And then Meowth moves and the NV reveals that he's been buried in a pile of Cadbury eggs THE ENTIRE TIME. His mouth is covered in chocolate and his presently licking the creme filling out of one of them.] I don't know what's goin' on, but I think I can get used t' this. [One of his goons walks by with a basket of the eggs and proceeds to dump them on top of the unsuspecting cat.] HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DUMPIN THOSE, YOU BIG LU- Hey, this one's got caramel in it. [Om nom caramel egg.] Keep 'em comin', boys. I think I picked a good day to get a hankerin' for fried eggs, even if they can't find a real one in this joint nowheres.

( Anonymous Messages (Sent to anyone connected to the Terminus) )

motioned

[Hello, Port. Today a certain redhead is sitting propped against a wall in a small building full of birds. Being friends with someone who has enough money to buy an entire aviary is pretty great. There are definitely at least three sitting on her as she begins to speak over the various noises.]

You know, I realized nobody had ever really seen inside here except me! But I like it a whole lot. It's really calming, and it's fun to take care of them all. Back home, I used to feed the birds that lived near the school, too, so it reminds me of my world a little bit. [As she talks, a pigeon comes down and sits on her head. Blinking, she looks up with a smile.]

I guess there are new people starting to come in now, too. I wonder if— [But then she pauses before looking quite panicked. She ducks down, and though the NV is pointed in the other direction now, there is the distinct sound of a bird hitting the glass wall of the aviary, as well as the muffled beginnings of a quack.

Birds are such intelligent creatures, aren't they?]

plushrumpus

[The first thing the viewer probably notices isn’t the slightly strange first-person angle, or the massive tangle of plushes beneath the figure that appears to be reclining on it, but one specific object. The one plush of the many like it that appears to be sitting right on the filmer's chest, front and center, perhaps most notable for its bright pink color, upwardly curved Gonzo-like nose, and particularly… shapely backside.]

Yeah, I’d call this a resounding fuckin’ success.

[Out reaches one arm, fingerless gloved-hand carefully taking hold of the smuppet’s head, and animates it with a voice that, in comparison to Bro’s perfect deadpan, barely sounds like it could have come from the same person.

Who even has falsetto like that?]

You said it! Tee hee~

I like how the hearts came out. They’re a good addition.

Oh, theeese? [That sure is a puppet butt all up on your screen, viewers. Or specifically the side of it, where there’s a couple skillfully-embroidered hearts on one cheek.]

Excuse me, could you wave your ass a little more shamelessly in our faces, please. I don’t think everyone got an intimate enough look.

[A theatrical gasp, as the smuppet is moved back to its former spot of sitting squarely on Bro’s chest, facing the camera.] Shameless? Me? Why I never! [And there go two little plush arms, positioned into a haughty hands-on-hip pose.]

Callin’ it like I see it.

You really are the worst. Hmph! [That rounded head gets turned up and away, suspiciously-shaped schnoz snootily turned to the sky as the plush finally saunters bouncily off-camera, leaving the viewer with silence for a moment.]

Yeah. She’ll be back. Though for now, I’ll have to deliver the message myself. [Up reaches one hand again, this time to take his NV off his face and turn it around so the camera faces him-

Wait, where did that second pair of shades come from?]

Happy Valentines Day, all you lovebirds out there. Or Butthurt Singles Awareness Day, for the bachelors and bachelorettes that need to get the fuck over themselves. [With that, he brings his free hand up to his face, and blows the manliest of kisses.

so.

COOL.]

(OOC: So Bro sent out V-Day smuppets to a shit ton of people. Castmates, non-castmates, even a few complete strangers probably woke up to find one of these little dudes on their doorstep. If you want one, just make note of it in the subject line or something. I’ll leave the specifics like colors up to you guys!)

littlest_lord

_{[It's not often that Ciel's seen with a deliberate smile on his lips. Usually he's frowning or pouting or, well, grimacing more often than not. However, today he's smiling politely as he sits at his desk, fingers folded when the feed comes on. A cup of tea is off to the side on his desk, along with a small plate of intricately decorated sugar cookies.]}

I haven't a single doubt that most are well aware that Valentine's Day is next week coming. In light of the holiday, Funtom is offering a discount until Monday on specially designed treats for those who wish to celebrate it. Whether it be lovely cookies, delightful cupcakes, tasty truffles or even an ornate cake, the order will be filled and tended to with the utmost care.

To make your order more heartfelt if you so wish it, whether or not you are familiar with Victorian flower language, with each Valentine order, a flower will be given to accompany your gift, depending on the meaning you wish to convey. This will be available during the weekend only and the meaning you wish to convey must be decided on at the same time you place your order. There is no additional cost for this option and a little card will be provided, explaining the meaning of your chosen flower to accompany your gift and flower.

Lastly, all plush items are on sale till Monday as well, including the ever popular white Funtom rabbit - Bitter Rabbit. All orders may be placed by telephone or at the store itself. As always, questions and inquiries are welcome.

[Filtered From Alois Trancy]

_{[The smile then turns a bit sheepish as Ciel moves to take one of his sugar cookies and begins to nibble on it.]}

There is also an inquiry I must make myself. I must admit, with some embarrassment, that I am absolutely awful at dancing. I know it would take perhaps more than a miracle to make something decent out of my ability to dance, but if anyone would be willing to help me learn how to dance the basic steps without tripping over my own toes before Tuesday, I would be forever grateful and would either pay you for your time, or encourage you to place any order with Funtom free of charge in time for Valentine's Day.

That is all.

jokerofcrime

[Well, Meowth's definitely not afraid to be his normal catlike self all over the network now. He may have lost a boss, but he gained a small gang... And he still has Caster to work for. Life is pretty frickin' sweet.

And yet... He is definitely missing something.

Currently, he's positioned in the window of a fancy jewelry store that's all done up for Valentine's Day, wildly gesticulating to one of the members of his gang who apparently wouldn't know good taste if it bit him in the back pocket. Such is the life of a cat who can't just waltz into jewelry stores on his own and slap down a couple of c-notes. Eesh.

After a second, he sighs in an exasperated manner and focuses on the NV.]

I think this'll be the first year I actually got a reason to celebrate Valentine's Day. [A little laugh and then he pauses and starts flailing at the window.] Hey! Not that one, you lug! She's a lady, not some cheap floozy! Use your head a little! [Another sigh and then he mutters.] At least Jessie and James had some class.

[Okay, so his life is missing a couple of things, but he's convincing himself that he never would have succeeded if Jessie and James were here, even if... His successes are pure dumb luck. Because shut up.

The feed clicks off. And then clicks back on. With a filter.]

[Private to John Winchester]

Listen, pal, I'm only gonna say this once, 'cause next time I gotta say it, I won't be so polite-like. Go apologize t' Mary and do somethin' nice for her or else.

cruelties

[The feed is on an earring in someone's ear. It's purple in color, dangling, and delicately set with small silver bands. Some may recognize it as Jack Vessalius', those who may have known the original owner are gone as well.

The person sits back to reveal Vincent Nightray, his hair tied back, and his usual red earrings gone. He only wears the one seen at the beginning of the feed in his right ear. The man looks wan but he's still smiling even if it's faded and bitter. He closes his mismatched eyes as that limpid little grin does not reach those eyes.]

My lord, Leo Baskerville, is no longer here.

[That's all he says and he turns off the feed.]

[OOC: Replies will be so slow, so slow....forever. Also, Vincent has been to work at Lions Gate and co-workers are free to have noticed a change in his behavior since last Sunday. Namely that he may have seemed more withdrawn and possibly distressed even if he's been pulling that smile act he is on the feed.

Also as Vincent has more or less been on psychotic auto-pilot for the last week-- he's completely unaware the day has been repeating. So feel free to pick up on that and that he also won't have any real memory of anything that's happened the past few days.]

ferventknight

[For those who haven't discovered, Elliot has actually returned back to Siren's Port. It's like a dream come true...

...but not really. He doesn't look particularly happy, either. "What's new", right? Well. The Network is getting a very frustrated chewing out.] Let's get one thing straight. The last few days has been the second the entire time and people are okay with this?! This is ridiculous!

Complete and utter stupidity! What part of this is okay with the other people here in the Port?! Has everyone gone crazy?! Because it seems that way to me!

[A groan; he started gritting his teeth before continuing.] If this keeps on conitnuing, I swear... Everyone will end up paying for it!

[Then the feed ended--He's not going back outside until all this nonsense ends. It's creepy, alright? So he'll stay in the library where it's safe. Fuck the police.]