sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: griffin o'conner

( Non IC Cut I AM SO SORRY YOU GUYS )

[ Despite the overcast weather, Damon has decided to take this video outside. What little sun there is serves as good a purpose to make his video look not-so-horrible on his NV, and the orchard trees still recovering from winter make as good a backdrop as any. No matter though, because today this daywalker is dialing up the charm. ]

So, fellow newbies, it's come to my attention that there's quite the demand for able-bodied protection after dark. Not all of you have the benefit of strength, speed and practical immortality. Some do. I figured, why not make the most of it? Why not offer my goods and services when there's an obvious need for them?

[ He's dialing back the elevator pitchy, interview voice now that he's moving on to the nitty gritty.]

Drop me a line, day or night, and I'll see what I can do. I'd be willing to wave the fee for the destitute if you're short on fundage. You know, we newcomers have to stick together.

[ If that doesn't make him seem like the most Upstanding citizen, well, he's not should what would help...except: ]

I know what you're thinking, "B-but Damon, with all the terrible things that happened recently, how do I know I can trust you?" Ask Amy Pond: Time traveler. Red head girl. She can vouche for my trustworthiness.

[ He's reaching to shut off the NV when he remembers one last, albeit rather important, detail. ]

Oh and for the record, my working policy is simple: Confidentiality. I don't ask questions, you don't ask questions, everybody's peachy.

( ooc note: Damon's attempting to start a security service and yes, he's willing to offer them for free should the need arise. He'll play nice and be a perfect gentleman to his customers, but with his morality being pretty grey-area he's extremely willing to work questionable jobs. )

ex_stakes70

Okay, so. [ PERKIEST FACE but also very determined in her perkiness. ]

Here's the deal. I need to talk to somebody who's good with souls. As in, knows all about souls, and dealing with them, and figuring them out. Also figuring out their placement. Sooner is definitely better. I'll - I dunno, pay you in bodyguarding, or figure something else out.

Did I mention sooner?

PRIVATE; UNHACKABLE; TO ANGEL.

Whatcha think about a Slay-date? With the monster fighting in tandem and all that romantic gooey stuff.

aslandish

[ The sun rises as it always has, the light of day breaking slowly over a distant horizon as the sirens begin to sound. It is not long after that the veil of darkness begins to lift and a Song can be heard, an earthen lilt that speaks of joy and sorrow both, of triumph and affliction.

It rises, it soars, and sweeps the very sky itself with the scope of its magnificence.

It lasts for quite some time, the melody eventually dissolving into the chorus of many waters dashing against the seashore.

He is happy today, but also rather sad. ]

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! Aslan will be hanging around the beach today so feel free to drop in on him in an action thread!]

whycantistay

[After a half hour of trying to contact her boy friend, failing, and running to his apartment, she's practically collapsed. She's trying not to cry, but really, after everything? She can't handle this. Not after knowing she's dying back home, after everything that had happened here. Chuck was gone, the person who said he wouldn't leave, her rock.]

Chuck Shurley is gone.

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!))

ella_of_frell

( [ Non IC Cut for Offline Shenanigans )

[ Text to Everyone ]

Good day, Siren's Port. I'm fully aware of what this particular day brings, so for the sake of my sanity, I am going to be offline and in the house for the rest of it.

Have fun driving each other insane, I want no part of it.

[ Private to Toushirou ]

I guess I won't be doing anything else today. If you're not busy and feel like coming by, I wouldn't mind the company.

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motioned

how can x equal so many different things isn't it only one letter shouldn't it only be able to be one number too

[Math is hard, her life is difficult, and this was totally worth talking to the network about. Anything to distract her from homework...]

slipperysoul

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

whycantistay

[Fred's on the screen. She's been avoiding pretty much everyone since she's returned, confining herself to the hotel, and even then it was really hard to get a hold of her.]

If anyone needs a place to stay, I know we've got more arrivals -- the hotel has roughly thirty rooms fixed up. I could also use any sort of maintenance man if someone is looking for a job. And a receptionist at the front desk.

[Considering this is a business post, she's just going to leave it there, though she clearly looks like she's overworking herself. Despite the fact she died, came back and looked like she was dying. She's better now, but emotionally, she's struggling. This is how Fred handles it.

Be glad she's not rambling about physics and writing on walls.]

shifting

[Sam is sitting in his chair, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. contemplative. Frustrated.]

Since I've been trainin' hellhound puppies for the past couple weeks, I'd like to talk with everybody 'bout a topic I'm pretty familiar on - dogs and dominance.

Now, this is somethin' about dogs a lot of people think they understand, but really don't. For one thing, a lot of people don't understand how big it is in socialization. It's as important as it is with people, even if people aren't as ready to admit it's important to them too. We like to view everything as bein' equal, and everybody bein' on the same keel.

Well, dogs don't. Dogs like to know where they stand with each other. They like knowin' who's in charge and what's expected of them. Makes 'em feel safe, makes 'em feel secure. So there are dominant dogs and submissive dogs. And just like with people, dominant dogs can be fuckin' jerks about their power once they know they have it. They can use it to bully everybody else in the pack, just like people do with other people. Or they can be aggressive with everybody they meet no matter how they're treated 'cause they're mentally unstable, same with people.

But here's the difference - dogs don't pick fights they don't think they can win. Not the smart and sane ones. ...And right now you're probably rememberin' some time you've seen a tiny dog pick a fight with a doberman, and you're thinkin' I'm full of shit. Except that most times when that happens, that small dog's with their owner. That's a whole different matter - that's knowin' you've got backup, and a way out of the situation if you bite off more'n you can chew. 'Course, there's times a small dog'll run a bigger dog off, and that's got to do with how confident that big dog is in their size. There's times you can gruff your way through a situation on sheer posutrin', but that's a risky game. An' dogs know it. Most times, the moment the other dog proves he's not gonna buy it - which often means bitin' or a physical tussle - the smarter, smaller dog gives the game up. They crouch low and they stay quiet, 'cause it's clear they can't push their way through his situation. They don't crouch with a snarl, they don't roll over with a growl - they just fuckin' crouch low and wait for the situation to defuse. Or they run.

[He catches the ball one last time and leans forward, staring steadily] You know why they do that? Because it's not fuckin' worth it. Pushin' a situation you can't win, mouthin' off and actin' like a smartass when it's just been proved your ass can't handle what you're spoutin' is suicide. You don't challenge a healthy, strong dominant when you're weaker'n they are and you've got no one to dig you out. You just don't do it. You wait 'til they're weak, 'til they're sick, and you know you've got a chance. Challengin' before that is only goin' to tip 'em off and put them on their guard anyhow.

Now, this ain't the same as when you've got somethin' real to guard. When some bear or wolf or whatever comes into a dog's territory and threatens 'em, or their pups, or their people or their pack - that's different. Then a fight might be your only option to keep your people safe. Not always, but sometimes, sure. But when you've got nothin' at stake - when you're just growlin' at someone dangerous 'cause you don't like them, or you don't like what they do or they did, and you don't have the means at the time to do somethin' about it - you aren't protectin'. You're challenging. Which makes it a matter of proving dominance, and which means that 'less you wanna come out of it maimed or dead, you'd better know your weight beforehand.

gammas

[ well golly who could this green woman be. she's walking and dressed in wow -- not a unitard though her hair is as huge as ever and she doesn't exactly look that happy. it's earlyish morning when she turns on the video ]

Wow, here again? Does my priorities mean nothing anymore? [ the corner of her mouth pulls and she sighs ] Right-o. So I'm She-Hulk. Shulkie. Jennifer Walters, former lawyer, bounty hunter, Avenger, Fantastic Four member, Defenders, SHIELD, Fantastic Force, Hero for Hire, Lady Liberator, aaaaaaand Fearsome Four. [ she's counting this all off on her fingers btw ]

It's a pleasure to meet whoever's still here. I already know how this all goes so no need to give me the rundown.

[ a beat as she just kind of rubs the back of her neck. ]

So, what's up?

thelittlestbub

[She's had a shower and she's changed into yet another uniform. Her hair is back in a bun, and she looks perfectly healthy - because she is.]

Ladies and Gentleman of the Newcomer Community. I realize these last few days have been trying and accusations have been flung about.

However, I am going to make a request. All calls sent to Michael Xavier's NV are being routed to mine. In light of the current situation, I have power of attorney until such time as I deem him capable of handling his own affairs.

I understand he had a great many friends here who wish for explanations and for him to defend himself.

[The wording is very deliberate.]

As his legal proxy, I am politely asking that everyone allow him this time. All questions can be directed to me, in person at my home, [insert address here for HoA], or over the phone.

ella_of_frell

[ The feed is turned on, with the interior setting at Gearheads - notably the bar is not your average bar, but very steampunk in theme. Apparently tonight it's a bit rowdy from lots of people having drinks and having fun. Everyone likes fun right? What is perhaps surprising, is when the angle of the NV is shifted to show Ella - three sheets to the wind and standing on the counter Haruhi is working behind. While some people are still sitting there. They don't seem to mind. What's she doing on the counter? Singing and dancing apparently, a mug of something in her other hand, sloshing all over the place.

Oh yeah. She is SO drunk off her ass it's not funny. She isn't slurring yet though, so there's that! At some point, someone yells "Take it off!" and Ella happily obliges, unclapsing the white cloak she'd been wearing and dropping it over a chair, before resuming her performance. Now that the cloak is off, it's visible that she's wearing a rather steampunkish outfit to fit in with the theme of the bar. Once her performance comes to an end, she turns to Haruhi and pulls her up with her. Time to get KRUNK up in this joint (or maybe not)! What the hell, Ella of Frell. ]

[ OOC: I am so sorry. But yes, Haruhi kinda gave Ella a command a bit ago, to broadcast herself drunk and dancing on a table. Enjoy :D Actionspam okay if anyone wants to go to Gearheads (I can put up a log if they'd rather)! Haruhi and Ella will probably both be tagging in for kicks :D Also yes, people are randomly shouting helpful things such as in that clip, and she is complying with them. Funstuff. ]

Current Mood: drunk

hejhej

[her fingers hover over the keyboard, not really feeling like talking. who the hell spilled their secrets to people on the internet? that was a load of bullshit. but she needed to know more about this place and the things she'd seen her first night bothered her too much]

So. What are you fucks doing here?

ella_of_frell

[ The feeds turns on to a rather preoccupied Ella. The wolfpup Kyra is just out of view from the angle of the NV, trotting down the steps of her home. Ella is balancing the NV against one arm, and a small box under the other. She also has a new friend, a little critter that closely resembles a kangaroo rat perched on her shoulder. ]

Does anyone have some... extremely easy recipes for people who have never cooked before? And I mean extremely simplistic - the type a child could make. I could use a few as examples for teaching someone how to cook properly.

[ Into the kitchen she goes, where the NV is set down and she reveals the box she'd been carrying. A blender. ]

I've never had one of these before, but it's a pretty ingenious construction; I'll give this era that much. Not having to pulp fruit by hand is a godsen-

[ She breaks off as a wooden spoon clatters onto the counter from above her. Immediately on edge, she glances up. ]

Oh no you don't. Lucifurr? [ Nope, no kitteh there. But the rat on her shoulder abruptly ducks into its hiding space into her shirt pocket. ]

Lucifurr, if you go for my ankles again I - [ She breaks off as "Lucifer" lets out a kitty snarl of malice and does indeed go for the ankles. Ella is ready this time thoug...sort of. She yeeps and jumps up on the counter, tucking her poor defenseless ankles away from the cat's sharp claws. ]

Bless it! Lucifurr you evil little demon cat, why do you hate me so much? [ She did nothing to you! She heaves a sigh, realizing the NV is still recording. Terrific. ]

Here's another question for you guys out there - Is there any validity to the 'music soothes the savage beast' theory? [ Because that would be really, REALLY useful right about now. ]

integrity

[The feed turns on to show Crowley in the baseball diamond. He's just standing there -- and he looks slightly different. He's thinner, he stands straighter, and when he looks around, it's lacking that sassy nonchalance. No, Crowley is serious. And while he knows the NV is recording, he doesn't really seem to give a damn.

He's absorbing something. Calculating. Remembering. Catching up with the present.

And suddenly -- the feed crackles and Crowley is lost to static and buzzfeed -- there is an explosion of blue electricity and lights, and the baseball diamond is plunged into true darkness, sparks crackling to the ground, though Crowley, after the extension of his power, speaks calmly.]

Someone has precisely five seconds to explain to me why my dog isn't coming when she's being called.

[And the public feed ends.]

( [Filtered to members of the HoA sans Magneto // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Elaine Belloc, Gabriel, and Christina Nickson // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to the Winchesters and Bobby Singer // Private // Unhackable] )

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

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

whycantistay

[When the feed comes on, Fred isn't really looking at it. The sun is setting and she looks sick. Wiping away traces of blood from her mouth she finally speaks.]

Wesley? I think-- [Things have mostly come back. She was here. She was definitely here before. For months. And-- and Connor. She had her memories of Connor replaced here. Angel and Angelus. And Lucifer. Her eyes go wide.]

Angel? Angel are you still here? [Oh God, she'd died. She remembered the pain and the blood and her body was so broken. Her hand moves to her mouth in shock.]

Chuck. Oh God, please. Someone tell me if Chuck is okay. [She swallows. So much had happened.]

And Lucifer. The vampires. I-- remember. I was here and I died. And I loved someone. I remember it. But I went home and-- [And she's going to die. Her eyes fall down and she just can't deal with all of this. The last shot before it turns black is a second or so of tears starting to fall.]

worldhaditsway

[HEY. Remember when Christina first got here and she was completely batshit insane and a few months later, she started evening out a little and acting semi-normal? Those were some good times.

Right now, she's sitting in front of her NV, looking coldly murderous. This is as angry as Christina's ever been since she destroyed Point Pleasant. Despite her fury, she's clearly been crying, but is trying to pretend she hasn't with teeth-gritted, wild-eyed fury.

Big, epic speeches aren't really a thing when you're shaking with rage, but Castiel already covered the murdering aspect, so she needs something else to get her disapproval across, but she still keeps it short and simple. Crowley may not have been overly compassionate, but he was genuine. Didn't lie to her, didn't spare her feelings, wasn't interested in her powers. Ambivalence in a sea of blind love and utter betrayal and hatred was a welcome alternative.]

A demon died the other night, but that's okay, because he wasn't a person, right?

If I find out that whoever killed him decided he needed to be put down because of what he is, then I'll show them what Hell really looks like. You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.

[She laughs- it's bitter and lacking humor.] It's funny. I actually believed for a second that the people in this town were tolerant.

circusmaster

[There were a million questions Smiley needed to ask. But in an unknown land, he could trust no one. Even in Canada. Was it still loyal to the Crown? Was the Cold War still on? How far had Moscow extended itself?

Smiley turns these questions over in his head until he opens the door to his temporary flat. The light bulb in the center of the room flickers on, and he sets his handgun on the small kitchen table before standing by the window, simply watching. He knew that even over forty years, the nature of man didn’t change, but where could he be useful here? The modern phone in his hands looks more like a calculator than anything, but slowly and surely, he starts to type out a post. A single line, written once in English, then repeated in Russian.]

Who invented the light bulb?

((OOC: Smiley is testing you, Siren's Port, although with a bit of a dated question. People from the West would answer Thomas Edison as the first man to come to mind, but in Soviet controlled countries, the answer would be Alexander Lodygin. FEEL FREE AND TRY TO PASS THE COMMIE LITMUS TEST))