sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: godric

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?

shifting

Hey - [Sam looks very busy! He's in his office at Merlotte's, gathering up files, folders...] - wanted to let everybody know to come down to Merlotte's tonight, we've got a few stand-up comics hired for the night show and some drink specials. I won't be there though, I've got to meet with some people about gettin' a loan, but I've got someone I used to work with at Club 24 coverin' for me tonight. She's real sweet, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcome, okay? - And don't think this means you can act up in the club; I'll still be back to kick ya'll in the ass tomorrow if you do.

[he grabs his keys, waves at the NV and sets it face-down on his desk. There's a muffled conversation, and soon after a woman picks the NV up and smirks]

...Hey there. I'm Sandra - I'll be watchin' the bar for Sam tonight. Hope to see you all in.

((APRIL FOOLS - with a little help from the devil, Sam's in touch with his feminine side tonight and plans to troll you all. You can respond to this like a post or start an action thread in the club!))

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Brace yourself, Siren’s Port. Alice is coming.

Alice here being a petite, pretty, impossibly pale girl with short black hair. She looks entirely too happy given the time of day.]

Hi everyone! [Alice gives the camera an impossibly cheery wave. Be more cute, Alice.] I’m Alice Cullen, and I’m a vampire. Apparently that’s not a secret thing here, so...that makes my life is easier, yay.

[Okay, srs time is now.]

I’m actually kind of different from a lot of other vampires, in that I only drink animal blood. Buuuuut...[She makes a face, like someone’s just waved something disgusting under her nose.] it really needs to be fresh. Like, I just caught that mountain lion by myself five minutes ago fresh. So, if there’s a place where I can catch wild game, I’d really appreciate some information. And if that’s not possible, is there a butcher that can get it fresh from?

And if you’re still watching after all that, I’m looking for some work. I’ve got degrees on degrees on degrees, so I’m probably qualified for anything you throw at me. I’m very good with stocks and finances. I’m an expert event planner, as well as a clothing designer and stylist. [She slows down to think for a moment. Well, for her. To the people watching, she’s barely taking a breath.] I love working with people! I’ve never done it, but I think I’d make a great sales person.

[Finally, she stops talking a mile a minute. She looks incredibly pleased with herself, convinced she’s made a good impression.]

So that’s me in a nutshell, I guess.

[OOC: Also, here's a little permissions form regarding your character and Alice's visions. I'd really appreciate if you could fill one out.]

shifting

All right. We're havin' an event at Merlotte's. It's been too damn long and I've missed the big ones, so I'm decidin' right now that one's happening. ....Wednesday. There, it's decided. M'callin' it "Take Back The Night". There'll be live music and drink specials and all sorts of good times. Just for fun, it'll be a semi-formal theme.

We're also still hirin' for a number of positions, and I'm in need of an assistant manager in a pretty bad way. Come on in for an interview any day this week between 2 an' 4.

[reaching over to shut off the monitor. Stops. Squints.]

...And I'd just like to say to certain unnamed parties that I taste just fine, so fuck you.

[click]

dilemma

[ Specials on the menu is one thing, but the decorations, few as there are, are overkill to Damon today. The scowl on his face is difinitely a result of being irritated with all the pink and red all over the place and string of reminders about it on the feed. He came to Merlotte's to drink and stare at the wall, not have this idiotic day crammed down his throat.

When he does finally turn on his NV to project his irritation to the masses it's obvious he's been there for a while. Lowball glass in hand, bottle of whiskey ~~that he settled for~~ not too far away, the pinkness around his eyes and speech just bordering a slur makes complete sense. The obstinant and disgusted tone of his voice doesn't quite match the dejected look on his face, though. ]

This "holiday" [ Air quotes and everything ] that you people make a big deal about—which isn't even real, by the way—is idiotic. Oh, you bought a card and some chocolate? Big fucking whoop. Why not work up the balls to ask people out and buy them stuff every day?

[ Truth is, this is his least favorite day of all for a lot of reasons, and ~~two~~ one of them is back in Mystic Falls while he's stuck in this godforsaken place. Better to just stay in this same spot ]

( ooc note: Damon's...not really himself. Expect him to be much more subdued and very very drunk if your characters decide to respond. Also he'll be at Merlotte's until they kick him out so feel free to run into him there as well. )

thelightbringer

[Lucifer is in a hotel room, and if he's not on the top floor he's near there, at least thirteen stories up. He's standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and examining a pane that has been shattered out.]

I guess it was ready to go out in the world. They grow up so fast, don't they?

[He's talking to someone, but whoever it is seems to notice the NV and a hand obscures the video and flips it off.]

igottagay

[Santana is sitting in her room, legs crossed underneath her. She's not wearing any makeup and her hair is down -- which is rare, all things considered, for our resident Latina. But it is very late at night, but Santana can't sleep.

She looks like she's looking into a small mirror at herself, quite intensely. There's a long moment of silence -- just Santana looking into the mirror -- before she holds it up in front of her -- and lets it go.

And it remains hanging, in mid-air, for a solid three seconds, before it falls soundly onto her bed.

Her lips twitch into something of a smirk before her NV times out.

-- well, kind of.]

( [Filtered to Quinn Fabray // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Finn Hudson // Private // Unhackable] )

dilemma

[ Leaning back in a chair and legs propped up on a nearby desk, Damon Salvatore looks incredibly beside himself with boredom. Alas, despite setting up his NV just right for this broadcast he had only wasted a small amount of the infinite free time he's found here in the city. This needs to be fixed ASAP. ]

Having a little bit of a conundrum. I'm more of a nighttime activity sort of person and I'm finding that's not really working out here. I need places to go, things to do, people to meet. Interesting places, mind you.

I’m open to suggestions of bars, pubs, speakeasies. Anywhere I could get a halfway decent drink and partake in the culture. You know, get to know the locals. Maybe find some work.

[ That last bit is dripping with subtext, though he's not one to blab his business all over the place in public. ]

The name's Damon, in case you're wondering.

igottagay

does everyone in this place have stupid fucking powers or what

and how the fuck do we get rid of them

deets

i needz them

ps: it's santana and i don't give a shit who you are just tell me what i need to know

seaphonic

_{[The feed comes on with a splash as the NV is fished out of water, water droplets obscuring the view for a moment as Syrena squirms and sets it up on the edge she can reach of the chipped ceramic vanity in the tiny bathroom she's been confined to. She's topless, as usual, only this time her beautiful golden tail can be seen in full view, crammed into the bathtub she's stuck in, the fin hanging over the edge. Sliding back into the bath with a splash she reaches into a bucket beside her, pulling out a fish, skewering it on a finger. She looks, well, rather unhappy, but wouldn't you be if you were a mermaid in a tub?]}

I do not like the bathtub.

_{[An irritated little hiss slips her as she takes a bite from the fish, chewing it slowly.]}

This is the second time I have been in a bathtub. The first time was with Mary. She washed my hair. I had legs then. It was far more comfortable.

_{[Without much ceremony, Syrena stuffs the rest of the fish in her mouth as she shifts again in the water, dipping her fingers in to splash it up over her shoulders and neck.]}

Captain Jack Sparrow decided I was to be rescued from the ice and water because of the snow. I did not want to be saved. There was no need for it. I would have been safe beneath the water until the storm had passed.

_{[She seems to slip down again, tail sliding out of the water even more as she slumps her shoulders together, reaching over the side of the tub to grab...a can of tuna? She pierces the metal tin with her nails, prying the top open. Without any hesitation she dips her fingers in, shoving pieces of the white meat past her lips. It doesn't take long for her to finish and when the can is clean, she whips it away violently.]}

I am tired of being held captive in tiny places. The first time it was a glass box and now I am confined to a bathtub. I am tired of eating the same fish and fish in metal containers. I want squid or clams. Jellyfish. Lobsters or crabs. Seaweed. Even a hot dog or a twinkie. _{[Wait what? Blame Pickles for introducing her to the latter.]}

I want to taste the salt of the sea. This water is not salty at all.

I do not know how long I have been here. Jack Sparrow, return me to the sea. I will die if I am forced to stay in this bathtub any longer.