sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: gabriel

[ It's only after she's had enough time to fully process what has happened that she addresses the network, sitting calmly in the middle of the field. There are several things that she now knows for certain.

She knows that she definitely isn't in Heaven any more, the most comforting knowledge of all. Somehow, something has managed to assist her in an escape. She also knows that there are family members here, and that's far more concerning. Lastly, she knows that whatever has happened here, she needs to get inside before dark ~~see someone read the signs~~ or all Hell breaks loose.

Still, as ominous as that situation is it's not enough for her to drop her guard, so she avoids any videos for now. It's not that she doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here, she just...doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here. ]

If there's anyone listening to this, some help would go a long way. [ This feels stupid. Still, she presses on all the same, letting out a soft exhale of breath before continuing. ] I've woken up in a baseball field and there are warnings about staying inside during the dark. If anyone could just...direct me to the nearest place where I can keep away from this 'darkness', it would be appreciated.

And...that's all, thanks.

integrity

[Crowley is sitting in a chair in his bedroom, looking rather satisfied with himself, for someone who has generally been a pissed off dickhead for the past two months. He's reading something very heavy and very old, turning the pages and making notes in the margins of a book that is probably older than the majority of the people within Siren's Port.

He can just buy another one if he smudges it across a page.

When he's done reading, Crowley closes the book and sets it aside, standing to fetch something from another room. When he does so, he automatically steps to the right -- because his Hellhound is seated there, ever close, and Crowley leaves the room without another word.

For about ten seconds.

Crowley immediately reappears in the frame, staring almost incredulously at his dog, who is staring back in some confusion, head-tilted, for those who can see her. There's a soft woof and a thump of her tail against the thick rug as Crowley murmurs, stunned.]

I'll be damned.

[The feed times out of its own accord.]

ofthursday

[When the NV turns on, it's clearly by accident; or, at the least, not intended to be on quite yet. It's aimed incorrectly as he presses buttons on it, giving glimpse of his shoulder and then the ceiling and then a blue eye, enough for people who have spoken to or encountered him to recognize who he is. Then he finally gets the filter in place.]

( [Filtered to safe list*] )

[*The list includes Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Gabriel, Meg, Jo Harvelle, Jinx, Christina Nickson, and Syrena.]

paterelohim

[It's late. There's some background noise, distant, muffled, sounding very vaguely like music- he's on break at Purgatory. A self-assigned one, manager's prerogative.]

You know the phrase "your life flashing before your eyes"? Supposedly right before you die, when this moment of self-reflection just- hits you?

Can we talk about how preposterous that is? Yeah, because imminent death would really trigger that exact reaction- an intense fast-cut montage with percussive sound effects, you know, to really heighten the tension. Or some cockamamie Lifetime dream sequence where all these fuzzy filler memories float past you in soft focus.

Don't get me wrong, that's poetic, but-

-and there's another thing. It's supposed to happen in order, from when you were born right until then. But, come on. Is that how you think about yourself- from start to finish, as if that's the only pattern that could possibly happen within a lifetime?

I don't think so. [His voice gets quiet.] I think it's more complicated than that.

servingfather

[Michael is standing in what appears to be a dimly lit park. To some it might not mean much but this space had been his home before and honestly while the location and belongings weren't important, the beings who had occupied it were. He makes his way out of the open expanse where lion cubs once dwelt.]

Gone for five minutes and look at the trouble you all have gotten into while I was away. Well, I suppose it has been a bit longer for all of you but honestly what did you do? Put a giant sign over your heads that asked for a bit of mayhem?

[There's a pause as he enters an elevator, pushing the button for the top floor even though he could just appear in his old apartment. Michael smiles but it's fake -- granted a good job of a fake smile but there's just no twinkle in his eye.]

I guess this is the part where I announce I've returned but I'm fairly sure a few of you knew that already. Now, who wants to fill me in on what I've missed?

paterelohim

Hi, everybody.

[Sup. Your NVs now have a horrible rotting zombie on them, except about a thousand times more gruesome than those pictures- seriously Walking Dead, with flesh rotting off, part of his cheekbone showing, and a maggot working its way out of his forehead.

Chuck smiles and keeps talking, as if half his jaw isn't gaping open.]

Chuck Shurley here, new manager of Purgatory. I'm here to announce a party on Halloween, at the club. It'll be pretty awesome. Gabriel's redoing the whole inside to make it fit the theme, and it's amazing. We're bringing in musical entertainment from our world - I mean, it'll be an angel thing, but you'll still get to have the full fake NSYNC experience, or whatever.

[He idly tugs on his beard and his thumb pulls through zombie flesh. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Plus, there's transport home provided after dark, if you suck and don't want to take advantage of two-for-one drinks. [Grin. The smile ~~disturbingly~~ reaches his colorless, dead-looking eyes.] Anyone who stays until morning sirens can get a complimentary hangover cure on their way out.

I better see you all there, okay? Happy Halloween!

(OOC: I live in the path of Hurricane Sandy and our neighborhood transformer is a delicate hypochondriac snowflake, so I might wind up slowtagging this for... a few days. Oops. I'll do my best, ilu all.)

meowingumbrella

[ Well, here's a sight you don't get to see every day: a goat-like face with wild red eyes with only one goat horn, the other a stag's, and a rather trim horses's mane. This oddball is rather mismatched, and it is far more pronounced when he smiles and reveals his only fang.

Well, you think that might be the case. For some reason, the video only shows the creature as though it is drawn out in stained glass. A strange, animated piece of art. ]

Well, this is new!

But it is all dreary, all the same. How boring. [ He rolls his eyes and sticks out his serpentine tongue. ]

But! There's going to be some hot chocolate! Complete with candy cotton clouds.

It's all on me.

[ Of course, he fails to mention of the roads turning to soap. Oops. ]

motioned

I bet I'm not the only one who's glad that's over. [A giggle.]

And just in time for Thanksgiving, too! My first one. It smells really amazing in here already, too. Since we didn't have any turkeys, especially not any exploding—

[But she stops that train of thought, because she's just going to get more frantic and awkward. As usual.]

I'm really excited, though. I think it's important to have stuff like this. I mean, there's a lot to be thankful for. N-Not that we shouldn't be thankful every day! But maybe a special day for it is good, too.

It'll be my first Halloween here in a few weeks too. I know you're supposed to dress up and give out candy to little kids, but I don't really know much about it other than that. It doesn't seem very fun, just sitting in your house in a costume, I guess. I'm probably missing something, though.

deathknellgrell

Hello, hello, hello! This is very important! Everyone STOP what you're doing and listen! There's no telling how ~long~ this will last, so I need to know:

[ Grell Sutcliff is bouncing (literally) in front of the screen. Like so many others in Siren's Port, he's experienced a change. ]

How do I get pregnant IMMEDIATELY?

[ Almost as an afterthought: ]

Oh - and I'll need a father, too! If there are any actual men left in this city. My MAN is MISSING something critical--

Grell Sutcliff!

[ The usual cold voice of William T. Spears comes out as a shriek! ]

faking

If ANYONE is going to complain then i absolutely get to too.

complain!
complain!
complain!

I don't feel any better. do you?

(and he has definitely become a she.)

upstairsbrain

[ Why text, you ask? Because then, no one can see his expression. ]

For those of you who knew him,

[ And unless you're an Archangel, he thinks, you probably didn't "know" him, and even then-- ]

Lucifer is gone from Siren's Port.

[ Sorry, there are no apologies and sympathies to be had. Because this is some of the best news he's heard in a while, though, of course, the devil could come back at any time, as people are like to do here. Still, since Cas was nice enough to let him know, Sam figures he should inform the rest of the city. Maybe it'll do others some of the good it did him. ]

unluckyinlove

[Jinx is standing up against a brick wall. It's daylight and she looks very awake. Very excited, actually. It's been awhile since people have heard from her, hasn't it? The wedding, the honeymoon, and then she was quiet. And when the sorceress is silent? It means she's been planning.]

I've got a few announcements to make. First off: [she takes a deep breath] I'm stepping down as Purgatory's direct manager. I'm not abandoning it; it's still mine. I've just started a new...project. One which requires my utmost attention--no, Gabriel, this doesn't mean you can touch the money.

[She moves away from the brick wall to leave the alley. Some people may recognize the street she walks onto as AGI territory.]

When I first came to Siren's Port, I was a really different person. I wasn't happy with anything about myself or my life. Then I met a man named Sander Cohen. He helped me make all my dreams come true. I was a dancer and a star. That's where my heart is. But no matter how much I wanna keep doing that?

I can't.

I'll never be the dancer I used to be. When you get hit with injury after injury, you don't always bounce back. C'mon, I can't ever fight like I used to. But you know what they say about those who can't? They teach.

[Finally, she stops walking. With another deep breath and a meaningful smile, she points the camera at a building across the street. It's currently undergoing construction, and instead of a sign on the front, there's a makeshift banner hanging there. Proudly, she reads that banner aloud:]

Odette's Dance Academy.

Dancing is my greatest passion, so I named it after the person I love the most. Of course Sander's art is gonna be plastered all over the place. [Was that joke in poor taste?] He'd come back from the grave to take me with him if it wasn't. And my goal is the same as his was: To make beautiful art. To bring out the art in everyone. Before I leave this place, I wanna share everything I know.

The grand opening is gonna happen the first week of December. It is a partially AGI funded academy, but I'm still the owner, manager, and final word. Right now, there's open enrollment for all affiliations and ages. If there's anyone out there who'd like to help teach, call me.

( Private to Chuck )

( Private to Ahiru )

( Private to Alice )

paterelohim

AVAST, ME HEARTIES!

Today be Talk Like A Pirate Day, to all ye landlubbers.

HOW BE YOU MARKIN' THIS FINE OCCASION? I be partakin' in rum and grog, o' course!

GO FORRRRRRTH, AND SPREAD THE PIRATEYNESS!

faking

I never thought it would, but technology has finally lost its shine. Cars were a great change from horeshit in the streets, and touchscreen junk was all pretty interesting, but...

[This boy seems forlorn, like the Tooth Fairy's lies have all come out, or like someone's just told him that white chocolate isn't real chocolate. Conmen!]

It's all so normal now. Magical boxes named after fruits aren't magical anymore. YouTube isn't a sign from or against God. I don't even know when that happened, but I'm not a fish out of water any longer. Didn't it kind of feel like a status symbol at first? Being from times forgotten or unknown, that sad mystery? So, the integration really is queer. And I'm only using that word out of defiant nostalgia because it doesn't even mean the same thing now! [A huff of a laugh, a see what I mean? shrug.] I miss my temporal paradoxes, to tell you the truth...

[How wistful.]

And I miss castles, and my castle. Or, well, everything there was a castle compared to the apartment buildings and offices here. The new-new millenium is harsh and clean, but they don't make things pretty anymore. You know that? I have a book, of course, on the house I left behind all that time ago -- it still exists here, just old and full of tourists -- but it will never look as good as it did when I was its master. So cars sure are something, and the idea of airplanes - well - they made me want to shit myself, but they're amazing. And - And people have gone up to the fucking stars! [For the first time during this feed, he's lit up, quite taken with this idea but protesting it at the same time.] People can kiss moondust for real! And the sun is, it's... Your twenty-first century lot's all over the sky and I can blow dry my hair if I want to and take bright pictures any time I want, but even then, I'm not glad to be accustomed. I don't like...

[His nose wrinkles, and he doesn't say whatever it is that he's really thinking. Instead he sets his chin at his palm, and considers the NV in front of himself: its buttons are well worn by his thumbs. It's the first piece of technology he ever 'bonded' with, and there's been a lot of him in it.]

If anyone new here is listening to this, I just want to say that there are worse hells and homes than here, and you can find them if you really want to. I thought maybe I wouldn't talk anymore, that I could recreate my home here in a house that's almost as grand and much more full of people, even if they're people who fucking leave all the time. But this isn't anything like that. This is more of the world than I ever knew, before.

[That... became embarrassing, somehow. Alois shakes his head quickly, and splays his fingers over his cheeks.]

What I'm saying is that I still, still, still don't know what to do, but there's plenty of praying mantises to be found in the garden this time of year!

[SHORT BREATH. Never mind all of that. He slouches a little, to make himself more comfortable, and takes a tone of business instead.]

Lastly: Hannah, you'll take a word with me in my bedroom.

((Me? I've been gone and MIA because life enjoys its shenanigans. Him? Well, housemates and co., he's been around, but hermity and moody and not as HILARIOUSLY GREAT as he usually is ~~which was a nice time of respite, I'm sure~~.))

servingmichael

[The video opens with Raphael - in a crisp, clean suit - in a wing back chair. He's sitting perfectly, body still, face almost blank. There's a moment were it's not clear if he's even breathing, and when he speaks, it's even more scrubbed clean of emotion.]

Siren's Port. I've recently arrived although I've been here several days now.

I do not need an introduction to the island, I've received it.

[The other angels and God figures can likely guess what has prompted Raphael to address the island.]

For those who knew Michael, he is no longer in the Port. I'm Raphael, one of his brothers. I will be taking over his affairs.

[SPN Cast Filter]

Michael informed me of the arrangement here. I see no reason to pick up hostiles.

[Even now, there is barely anything. No clench of a jaw, no tightening around his eyes. No inflection in his voice.]

[End]

[Gabriel filter]

You've been here the longest, I was told. Is there information I may need?

[There's only the hint of anything as he addresses Gabriel - his jaw tightens, just enough to be noticed. Still, his voice is flat.]

[End]

[Lucifer]

We should talk.

[Nothing. Absolutely nothing.]

[End]

paterelohim

Hey there, Siren's Port!

So, a book called Darkness People is being released city-wide tomorrow, and will be available on the city Networks in digital form. If you aren't familiar, it's what all the graffiti and stickers around the city has been advertising- you might have heard of the controversy around that.

It's a collection of short stories detailing the lives, struggles, and sometimes deaths of over a dozen Newcomers, current and past, meant to show their basic humanity, figuratively speaking.

The book comes out tomorrow, Sunday the 9th.

I hope reading it touches you. If you find your story in there (and nearly all names have been changed), I hope you find yourself represented well.

A portion of all profits will be donated to the Newcomer Political Party and Newcomer Community Center.

integrity

[Crowley is settled into his office, looking almost oddly serious as he reclines in his leather chair. The NV is floating just enough to give a nice few of the top of his mahogany desk, which is relatively neat and tidy, save for a rolled scroll of parchment that is draping off of his desk. The portion available to be seen through the NV is blank -- so no secrets of the contracts for you, Siren's Port. Just that Crowley is working on something and, for whatever reason, has not made much progress.

Even the King of Hell gets writer's block sometimes.]

I have a few matters of business to attend to, so I apologize for the dreary conversation pieces. I promise I'm usually much more entertaining.

[He rolls his eyes off-camera, glancing at something or other.]

I require able-bodied individuals to travel during the Darkness for a reasonable rate of pay. I don't care who you are or what you support -- but I prefer neutral allies to those contracted to SERO or AGI. In addition, I require a talented contractor that specializes in Darkness proofing. If you're interested and wish to know more about the services I require, contact me privately. I am also in the pursuit of ancient texts, imported. What they cost is meaningless -- I want them for my collection. I'm running out of reading material.

[And here, Crowley pauses, before he levels his focus at the NV again.]

And Raphael, darling, I know you're here. Let's stop wasting time and get down to business, shall we?

[He cuts the feed.]

( [Filtered to Jesse Turner // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Meg // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Lucifer // Private // Unhackable] )

paterelohim

[Chuck looks, in a word, busted. His face is tense and stressed, gelled hair messy from the wind. When he backs away from the NV it's obvious that he's posting from the top of a cliff, and seemingly hasn't noticed that it's almost time for evening sirens. He looks down solemnly, unsure how to make his announcement.]

As of Wednesday, Anna Milton is dead. [He killed her. His hands twist his shirt nervously.] If you were in Sector Four that day and saw a weird flash of bright white light- that was her.

[The smallest tense sigh.]

She's gone, and if there's any mercy left here, she won't come back the way she was. Fred hasn't come back, either, and they're far from the only ones.

[He takes a deep breath and then, a little unusually for him, looks up and right into the camera, silhouetted by the last rays of sunset.]

And there's something I think I need to say. A lot of people wonder what the point is to being here- between this much loss, so many comings and goings, and the constant knowledge that going home means forgetting the Port, you wonder if there's even a point to being here- to trying. Why does it matter, you think, if nothing here changes what happens at home.

[Chuck is making a speech here, but it has an almost pleading note. It's as genuine as it is personal.]

But if you've been here for more than a week, if you've met a single other person here and told them your name, then you've done something. If you've made a friend here or an enemy or looked someone in the eye and told them a truth you didn't think you knew, then you've done something. Maybe the epiphany you had or the feelings you expressed don't last when you go home, but the person you connected with- they'll remember. Even if you vanish tomorrow, you left a mark behind.

I lost people this week who are really important to me- one person from home who needed a second chance, and an amazing woman from a world I'll never get to see. If she comes back she might not know me- I'll never see that version of her again. That doesn't invalidate the year she spent here. It happened, and it matters, partly because she made a difference to everyone she met. She wasn't afraid to really live here.

[He falls silent for a moment, looking out over the cliff-side at the setting sun. It's getting hard to see him now in the twilight.]

Everyone you meet here is in the same boat you are. If you keep losing people here or you learn things about your future you wish you didn't know... Whether you're getting a second chance or if you're someone else's second chance- whatever the case may be, you owe it to the people around you and to yourself to try and do something with it.

Because even if you get sent home and you forget, the one thing you will never be... is forgotten.

servingfather

[There's a dark-haired woman who may or may not be familiar to some sitting in Mary's living room. One archangel has been drafted Mary's ~~babysitter~~ bodyguard and Michael tends to hang around the Winchester mama as a woman. In "Mikaela's" lap is a thick book which she seems almost done with.]

The locals have gotten a little ansty lately to pull this latest stunt, honestly I'm not all that surprised. Humanity has been at odds with itself for a long time. It's a bit...sad to see.

[She closes the book and puts it onto a nearby coffee table.]

To all of the new arrivals, welcome to Canada. Best get inside before the sirens go off.

[Private to the victims of the Newcomer Hunt]

I'm a friend of Mary's and I'd like to offer my services in your time of need. My powers allow me to take away the pain without removing the damage for any who might want to go to the police and have evidence to show for it. I can also heal any injury to appear like it never happened, which is an offer that will remain open indefinitely. You can request for me to heal you of your injuries at any time you wish and you can also request to what extent you want done.

deathknellgrell

Hello darlings~♥

I've got something to show yooooooooooooou~!

[ The camera image jiggles as it's set into position. Grell steps back and poses: hands on his hips, back arched, hair thrown back, and face...

Well. His face looks completely and utterly maniacal. Which is to say - he looks the same as he always does. Even his attire - a smart black suit, custom-designed and hand-tailored by Ishida Uryuu - is entirely unremarkable. ]

You all know me as a grim reaper who's super c~u~t~e ☆

But look at me now...

Reaper star power! Make-up!

[ Grell flings his arms out to his sides and twirls. There's a flash of gold light. His clothes disappear.

(Fortunately for everyone, he's got his back to the camera at this point!)

Rings of light surround his body and sweep upwards, leaving behind an entirely different outfit. ]

I'm a pretty mini-skirted soldier of justice and loooooooooooooove~!

[ Though Grell's tastes typically tend towards the terrifying, the persona he's presenting right now couldn't be more adorable. Even his voice has lost its usual roughness; it's pitched high and sweet. ]

I'm a magical girl!

♥

[ He blows a kiss towards the camera. The feed ends! ]