sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: flonne

[Here's Christina, looking decidedly more mellow than she has in previous network entries. A year in the city has done wonders for the little Antichrist.]

So I think I've been here a year now and I've been thinking... Maybe I should start looking into colleges. I know my options kinda slim to two, but I figured I'd ask you guys which one you recommend. Or just share your experiences. Good. Bad. Things have been kinda heavy here lately. It might be nice to do something normal.

[TITANS FILTER: Filtered to JUST the girls on the team.]

And speaking of normal things... So I have a friend who hasn't really adapted to modern society that well. I'm thinking of throwing a slumber party at my apartment- movies, popcorn, pj's, the whole girly thing- to ease her along and get her used to things. Any of you want in?

I haven't really thrown that many slumber parties in my life, honestly, but it might be nice to relax and just be teenage girls without superpowers or responsibilities or whatever for a little bit.

mediumdrip

Um... So, does anyone know how to take care of a baby penguin?

[In case anyone thinks Blaine's gone crazy he moves the camera of his NV where you can show a baby penguin that is hanging out in the sink as Kurt's hands try to care for it. It's adorable, and seems content despite suddenly finding itself alive.]

In case anyone is wondering why we have him... He was a stuffed animal this morning.

manicpixiedreamgirl

Hi everyone! I've got-

[There's a lot of glare on the screen, so much you can barely see the outline of a sidewalk in one corner of the video.]

Oh, crap. Wait a second.

[It literally is a second, and the camera is fixed. Now, the cause of the glare is clear. Alice is sitting at a little sidewalk cafe, sparkling in the bright sunlight. Light bounces off every bit of her skin not shadowed by her fabulous hat. Even the skin covered shimmers slightly, like she's coated in glitter.]

That's better. So like I was saying, I've got a question for everyone. This place is so isolated, and it's almost impossible to get some of the things I had at home. Like yesterday, I found out that apparently they don't ship out my brand of watercolors! I have to make due with some new brand now.

[Huff. Disappointed Alice is disappointed.]

Anyway, my question is, if you could have one thing from home here in Port, what would it be?

brigadeleader

If there was anyone else here who was afflicted by having contact with stupid Kyon, he's gone.

scarlet_kitsch

[The call begins with a woman giving a running commentary without context. When she speaks, her words are tinged with an accent that most could only identify as vaguely Eastern European but a few might recognize as Romani by way of Transia.]

Ah! What the—?! Oh, ick.... I guess that means it’s ... on? Sooo, how do you change to video from— Oh!

[The video function activates and displays the obviously surprised face of a young woman in a red hooded cloak. Her shocked expression quickly turns to one of triumph.]

Hold on. [She holds up a hand, gesturing for the viewer to have patience.] Give me a moment.

[The video displays blurry flashes of a wall, a bedspread, something red, a ceiling, and a wall again. Finally it settles once more on the woman, who has evidently decided to push back the hood of her cloak, revealing dark brown hair and a red tiara. Now that the video feed is stationary, it clearly shows her sitting cross-legged at the head of a bed in what appears to be a starter apartment.]

Hello! [She smiles sweetly and gives the camera a little wave of her fingers.] I’m new here, but you’ve probably already figured that out. [She makes a self-deprecating face.]

I’ve read through the welcome packages. So, I think I have a pretty good grasp of what’s going on. And, to be honest, this sort of thing [she gestures vaguely] has pretty much been my life recently. [The woman shrugs and offers a cryptic smile but provides no further explanation.]

Anyway, no need to go into all of that. But I could still use your help! [She perks up as the subject changes.] Unfortunately, I’m currently stuck wearing my Avengers costume, which is not appropriate for everyday wear. [The woman glances down at herself in mock dismay.] And, it’s definitely not warm enough for the weather at the moment! [As if to highlight her point, she uses one hand to draw the two sides of her cloak together and hunches slightly inward.]

Can anyone tell me the best place to get some clothes, hopefully from a charity or on credit of some kind? I don’t have any money at the moment. [She looks very apologetic.] But I’d pay for them as soon as I could! I truly appreciate any help, and I promise to repay the favor.

[The smiling woman gives a small nod in confirmation before moving out of frame. The video shows the ceiling for a few seconds before her face suddenly reappears.]

Oh, right, where are my manners? You don’t even know my name! It’s Wanda Maximoff. Thank you!

[And she’s gone … again. However, her voice can be heard off screen.]

Okay. You can hang up now, Tallus.

[The call ends.]

unluckyinlove

[The video feed clicks on to a young woman sitting on a barstool. Her long fuchsia hair is pulled back into a messy bun and one of her legs is crossed neatly over the other. She's wearing a simple, black outfit. The top is sleeveless, showing off a tattoo of a swan on her bicep. It's still relatively new. Her hand is idly tapping a pen against a clipboard that she's holding against her knee.]

Listen up, Port. My name is Jinx. I own Purgatory. If you don't know who I am or what that is, you're obviously new.

[She clears her throat and recrosses her legs.] Purgatory is a cabaret nightclub located in Sector Five. We recently threw a party for St Patrick's Day and I didn't even get to enjoy it. Why? Because half of my staff didn't show and they're probably all deported or dead. So, think of this as a job opportunity. We're officially hiring.

[The sorceress takes a moment to jot something down on her clipboard before she continues.]

We need hostesses, servers, chefs, and talent. Singers, dancers, musicians, people who can stand up in front of a microphone and make drunk people laugh. I don't wanna say we're desperate, but I'm a crap waitress and there's only so many times Gabriel can pull rabbits out of things before people get bored.

So, if you're interested, say the word. Talk to me now, call me later, or contact this buffoon. [She leans in, putting a hand up to her mouth as though she's whispering a secret.] He's an archangel. Make fun of him for it.

[Jinx grins, showing off a very sharp row of teeth, then shuts off the feed.]

paterelohim

[Hey there, bros and brosises. Chuck is sitting on the edge of a stone fountain in a park somewhere, polishing off an iced coffee that's decidedly girly-looking, but shh. He gives the NV a very serious look.]

It's Pi Day, Siren's Port. Have you had your pie today?

facepalms

[When Kyon turns on the feed today, he remembers to filter it from his very "special" chief of the SOS Brigade, and soon enough, the people listening to this may hear a very audible sigh before the teenager finally speaks up.]

White Day's in two days. Which, to be honest, isn't a good sign for me. Yeah, I know not everyone celebrates it, but a certain someone I know does.

['And that certain someone, as we all know is the hurricane named Suzumiya Haruhi.']

So, let's just say that I need to give a pseudo-goddess a gift on that day. And I have no clue what to give her that, well... wouldn't set off a bomb that would possibly and most likely hurt me. I am definitely not going to give her some miniature carnivorous dinosaur.

Right.

So, what would you give as a present to a person who won't accept something 'ordinary'?

doeswhathewants

[The NV flicks on, propped up on a table, focused on Loki who sits cross legged on the floor, a baby sling across his chest. The sling is occupied by a lump that is invisible to most, save for a hot pink mohawk and a hot pink collar with a little silver hammer shaped tag dangling from it. The hellhound looks plump and happy to everyone who can see her.]

This- [He speaks with his head bent over the hellhound] -is Thora. Say hello, Thora-

[He helps her wave a faintly pink paw at the NV and she tries to nip his fingers in retaliation]

She's kind of the best hellhound ever. [In that condescending way only thirteen year old boys are capable of. And then suddenly serious, green fire in his eyes] And if anyone were to harm her, I would put their insides onto their outsides and join her in having a nibble. Just saying.

[And then that jovial demeanor returns again.] I've been learning much about the mortal world thanks to Google- the browser of webs. But so much information conflicts. I wish to know more. Midgard and humans are so different than what I always thought.

predominates

[ The feed turns on, and the voice that speaks has a modern posh British accent with a velvety edge, definitely nice on the ears. There are a few background noises, like she's on the move perhaps, but the attention's on her new audience. It's a shame she can't share a face just yet; she is supposed to be dead. ]

Hello Siren's Port.

[ and a sultry, pleasant hello it is. ]

I've heard about your little monster problem and all those things that go bump in the dark. So, tell me, I must know. Since no one has found a way out, what does everyone like most about being trapped in this charming city?

[ There's a bit of a scolding tone in there. So of course, she expects to be met with hostile answers, excuses for their incompetence, but it should lead her to the more touchy subjects, what's important, what has everyone up in arms. Or maybe they will tell her exactly what they like. Information, gossip, details. She wants it all. ]

duomaxwell

[Good evening Siren's Port! There's a braided teen on the feed tonight, and he's looking rather thoughtful.

Yes, Duo is thinking. Be afraid.]

So. Port... ites. ... Portians.

Man, we do we call ourselves?

... right. That's not actually what I wanted to ask.

So... few weeks ago - during that snow storm, actually - I finally found out what my damn power is. I've been here over a year, so it was a little frustrating to go that damn long without bein' able to figure it out.

Left me wonderin', though, did anyone else take a really long time to figure out their Core-given powers? Or hell, even their OWN powers? What was it like? Anyone not figured their powers out yet?

I'unno why I'm thinkin' so much... I just am. So humor me, port. Lemmie know your thoughts on all this.

brigadeleader

[Words scroll over the screen (she's actually just rebroadcasting them from the network:]

"Nulls and Norms, a newly released pen & dice tabletop gaming system, has sold over 1000 copies this week." "Can you take the challenge and survive...without powers?!"

[Then the camera snaps to Haruhi, against a rather poorly-fitting CGI green screen background of indistinct monsters and dragons and swords. There are, however, realistic-looking "potion" concoctions, grabbed from Gearheads, that are bubbling and simmering away.]

Now, role-playing games can be educational explorations of alternate situations, and everything. More importantly, they can potentially lend spice to life, especially around here, when you could roleplay someone a lot more convincingly than if you were in a boring normal world and you had to just pretend you're someone else and say or write out all their actions.

Which makes this game all the more ridiculous, right, Siren's Port? Who wants to play a game where you have less interesting things that you can do than in real life?

[She points straight at the camera.]

That's why I'm going to be running a Mega Expansion Pack session of Nulls and Norms in the next month. Because we need to have this kind of event done properly, it'll take some preparation time. Which gives all of you out there time to prepare yourself a character for the game! Got that, everyone? Get ready for a super SOS adventure! Send your applications in here!

[A slight pause while she wonders whether to address the other notable current event.]

...And forget about all the stupid Valentine's Day stuff. That holiday is best done as a social guide like it is in Japan than as an occasion for all the mental illness love crap. It's okay to make chocolate and stuff, but all the romantic dinners and stuff... That's purposeless. Use that time to get ready for this instead!

All right, you can go back to your humdrum daily life now!

needtobecleaned

[KOS-MOS flicks on her NV to show the kitten attacking her heeled boots. And that's the only thing visible for now.]

Is this common?

[No, she hasn't bought him any toys. She's just been giving him food and water. KOS-MOS did get him a litter box too, at least. Just... Pets, what to do?]

Nobody came to claim him. So, I've named him 'Yeshu'.

[You don't get any reasoning behind it. At all. KOS-MOS still objects to keeping the tiny ball of fluff but Mary wanted him. So now the android has a pet. At least she can afford to take care of him, since all she needs is to pay electricity. Leaves plenty of money to spare.]

I am glad that the time loop has been corrected. Although, it seems that the news is being published much more rapidly to make up for the time lost.

[You know that kitten that was playing with her boots? It's climbing her now and shoving his face into the NV.]

Yeshu, this is not a plaything.

[Boop! Said kitten just turned her NV off. Not a problem though, she was done anyway.]

acemedium

[Oh, hey, Siren's Port. Today (or, well, that day that keeps repeating itself, but details) Maya is sitting at a desk, looking news reporter-esque and very serious. This is going to be a very serious feed]

Citizens of Siren's Port, we have a national crisis! Or... city-wise crisis! Port-crisis? ... You get the picture! Anyway, you know that moment when you did something and it feels like you've done it before but you don't remember when? That's called "Dijon View" [That"s "Déjà vu", Maya]

Well, that's what's happening! But worse! Every day is the same day, Thursday! It’s not even Friday! [How terrible. She's saying all this like it's brand new information.]

Anyway, it's obvious what it is! Time goons! The Evil Magistrate’s time goons! This totally happened on this one episode of the Steel Samurai—

[Suddenly, Diego’s cat steps on the NV, thankfully cutting out what otherwise might be a five minute long ramble on said Steel Samurai episode. When it clicks back on:]

--Okay, so what do we do?

1. Don’t panic!!! And don't get depressed and hurt yourself, either [Not to name names or anything] Everything will be okay! We just need to defeat the time goons!
2. Investigate anyone that looks goon-y thoroughly! Remember, time goons are sneaky and try to blend into society, so make sure you check them really closely! Except for Mr. Asch. He’s definitely not one, despite how he looks.
3. When you find a goon, give 'em a Samurai Chop! That'll stop them in their tracks.
4. Be sneaky around the locals! They don’t know about the time thingy, so they might get suspicious and think you’re a goon if you talk about how it’s not Thursday anymore!
5. If you find a time machine, chances are a vile agent has already used it to go back in time– oh wait, I’m thinking of the wrong thing.
6. Um, I don't have a six, but the list looks better like this.

Anyway, the point is! Stay calm! Don’t do crazy stuff! Once we beat all the time goons and stop the Evil Magistrate's devious plans, time will go back to normal and the Dijon View's gonna disappear too!

[Maya's about to click off the feed, but suddenly a final, profound thought comes to her:]

... And under no circumstances should anyone sing "Let's Do the Time Warp Again!"

needtobecleaned

[KOS-MOS is just walking along the street. Some people might think she's going shopping but since she isn't human, there's no need. She doesn't work today so it seems she's just patrolling. Or learning more of the cities layout.

Her expression though looks like she wants to be sighing. She turns her NV to look behind her... Where a small, colorful kitten is following her. It has no collar but some people don't put collars on their cats so...]

It has been following me for ten minutes. I have attempted to coax it to return to its mother or owner but it won't be swayed.

[Why is it following her? And what should she do about it]

If anyone has lost this feline, please alert me and I will bring it to you. It seems intent on following me anywhere.

[She could jump onto a rooftop to avoid it but... dammit, she shouldn't have to go that far.]