sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: helen magnus

What are you all, high? What's with sudden munchy epidemic? You know we don't have a cure for Diabetes yet, so eat some damn vegetables. Good God. [This is the sound of him judging all of you.]

Also, James Kirk's NV has been kicking messages back for awhile, Spock's too, so I imagine those lucky bastards finally got to go home. I'm keeping up rent on their property, incase they end up back here...so til then, if anyone's looking for a residence until they can get on their feet, it's open.

Just keep it clean or I'm taking it out on your sorry ass, it's not a damn frat house.

[He's in a bad mood, go figure.]

doctor_mccoy

[McCoy's sitting in the break room at the hospital, or at least anyone's best guess since everything's a steril sort of white and he has a stack of paper coffee cups with gaudy coloring and a picture of an actual cup of coffee on it. He's in clean scrubs but there's still spots of drying blood on the collar of his undershirt.]

Alright folks, this is gettin' ridiculous.

I understand that most of you like to play 'hero', and it's just a fun ol' time going out after dark with your shot guns and pitch forks and stir up trouble. [He makes a sweeping gesture with the hand that's not propping up his chin] No matter that they have god damn sirens warning us when the world is about to turn to shit. Honestly it's like going out side to frolic about in a tornado rather than hitting the basement like any man with a two brain cells to rub together.

If ya can take care of yourselves,well bully for you, but we're losing count on the numbers of people that end up in the ER at night because they think they can be mister Barney Badass and try to take on monsters like it's going to earn them a damn merit badge. Monsters. Do ya really think you're going to kill them all and win a prize? This bullshit's been going on for years, we're in their house if ya haven't noticed.

This isn't even counting the lot of you who like to maul each other just for shits and grins. Or worse, lunatics screwing with the darkness proofing because it's just so damn funny. Those balls of yours gettin' heavy enough for ya? It's like Lord of the godamn Flies out here, we really shouldn't have to be worrying this much about each other. I mean for christ sake there are kids here, most with out their parents, do ya even wonder who they're gonna follow by example? If ya even--

[He's probably not finished ranting, but he's being paged, probably for some other idiot that's been dragged in minus a limb or two and he turns the feed off. His responses, if any, will probably come some time later.]

ninthserenade

Y'know, I get that this place can send people home 'n all that stuff, but... I dunno if I can ever get used to it. I, ah... I found out a really good friend of mine is gone. A bunch of people might've known him--his name is Francis Bonnefoy. The delivery guys dropped off a bunch of books that were from him for me earlier. He... I liked him a lot.

_{[Demyx fumbles for words, unsure as to what to even say. What does anyone say in this situation?]}

We went on a date before he disappeared, too. I dunno how I can really repay that, but I wanna dedicate a night at Purgatory to the guy. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've been toast when I showed up last year. Not tonight, though. I think I'm just gonna hang around with the regulars tonight if that's cool with Jinx 'n Gabe. I guess the whole point of this thing was just to let you guys know he's sorta... Not here anymore. M'gonna miss him, but he's gotta be safer back home. He's just gotta be.

jackedthename

[The person on the other end of the NV is obviously familiar with this kind of technology. After a few seconds, a small holographic Jack appears, looking rather irritated and pacing.]

Right. This is the second or third time in a year I’ve been unexpectedly whisked somewhere I really don’t have the time to be. Anyone want to tell me how to get back to Cardiff? I have a feeling if I don’t get back soon enough, my team will probably kill me. [A pause, then a reflective smile.] They might anyway, actually.

So. Whoever’s in charge around here? I’m Jack Harkness, and I’m going to find you and get home, any way I have to.

cheerhealer

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

( private to peter ; extremely difficult to hack )

( private to loki ; moderately difficult to hack )

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

rapturescreed

[When the feed turns on, Raul is sitting at his office at the Newcomer Community Center, seeing as he trashed his office at Lion's Gate, and it's being rebuilt now.]

First of all, I'd like to welcome all of our recent arrivals to the city of Siren's Port. My name is Raul Creed, and I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, as well as General Manager of Lion's Gate, here in the city. I realize and understand that this is a tough transitional period for everyone, but I hope that you all know that, no matter what, the NPP is here to help out in any way we can. If you are looking for a job, Lion's Gate is always hiring. We're looking for kitchen, security, wait staff, and bartenders. If you would like to work nights, then please, let me know. The Community Center is also here to help Newcomers out.

[He leans forward a little, hands folded on the desk.]

And speaking of the Community Center, that is the large building a block away from the baseball diamond. The Newcomer Clinic is also at the Community Center, so if you are in need of medical attention, and would prefer not to go to SP General or Skye Medical Center, there is that. All emergencies should go to either hospital, though.

I would also like to let everyone know that the Community Center will be holding a variety of lessons on different subject matters. Re-l Mayer is running those, so it is safe to say that they will be up and running by the end of the month. If anyone wishes to teach a class or two, contact her for details.

[He pauses now, leaning forward and picking up the NV. Walking to the window, he holds it in front of him, showing the city streets spread out from the center's window.]

In more important news, the governor has finally allowed a Newcomer Office to be made within the current system of government. This is a great step forward towards Newcomer rights, and I do wish to aware everyone that our status in the city will hopefully be rising in the future. The governor is letting us have elections to decide who we should put in this Newcomer Office, so be on the look out for possible candidates. For elections, if you wish to vote, you need to become a citizen.

Which is where the Community Center comes in, again. A few months back, we held citizen tests for any Newcomer who wished to become a citizen of this city. The NPP will be holding these tests again, and anyone who would like to become a citizen of the port will be allowed to take the tests, no matter the age or length of time spent in the city. The citizen tests will be on March 21st, and on March 20th we'll be holding a class for anyone wanting to take the tests. I want to stress that becoming a citizen of the port does not mean you are giving up your citizenship of your home country or world. Citizenship here means more benefits for everyone, as well as being counted as a full member of this city. It makes it much harder for the companies to kidnap someone and get away with it, if the person is a citizen.

Back home, citizenship was the highest honor given to an immigrant. I hope that everyone here will take advantage of this opportunity, as we're not sure when it'll come again.

( Filtered to the NPP head committee; Re-l Mayer, Daedalus Yumeno, Diego Armando, Byakuya Kuchiki, Bruce Wayne, Franziska von Karma, and Yako Katsuragi. Michael Xavier has been taken off the filter. )

( Filtered to Franz d'Epinay )

( Filtered to Doctor Michael Xavier and Jubilee )

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.]

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] )

ofthursday

[When the feed turns on, Castiel's expression is neutral, but almost too much so. Like it's all an act.

It's clear why when he speaks.]

Crowley is dead.

[And a pause, and Castiel's entire countenance changes; he draws himself up, his eyes harden, and he looks angry in the way only an angel can. Cold and dangerous and terrible and awe inspiring all at once, even over the NV.]

When I find out who is responsible for this, I will destroy them. And I will find out.

[He doesn't bother with anything more, simply cutting the feed with a click.]

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))

thequarterback

[No video this time. Voice only. He wasn't even going to bother with that. This was originally text, but he feels confident enough right now to speak. Video is just out of the question though. There's no chance of that right now]

I just have one question, you know, something I've been sorta wondering about. [He's trying to keep his voice steady and his tone light, but he can't seem to really bring much life to it] Go ahead and ignore me if this is too personal or whatever, but how do you deal with death? [He pauses] I mean, there's been that stuff on the news about vampire attacks and people dying and everything. So it just got me thinking, I guess. [That's not how he started thinking about it at all] I mean, I, uh, I never really lost anyone close to me before, at least not anyone I remember.

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.

ergomaniac

[Edgeworth looks deeply, deeply cross. He's recognizably in Sector 3, standing at a streetcorner. Beside him is, well...Gaius Julius Caesar, General of Rome, famed crosser of the Rubicon, the man who would have been Emperor. By his garb - toga and laurel wreath - he's in his statesman role. And judging by his expression, he's no less livid than Edgeworth himself.]

I need someone who can speak Latin. I can, but this man has taken me for a -

["Hah! Speaking in your native tongue now, are you, Pict? But to whom? Or are you mad as well as a barbarian?"

Edgeworth turns to Caesar and responds back to him in Latin.]

I am summoning someone to deal with you, o Caesar.

[And Caesar responds in rapid, haughty Latin: "Deal with Caesar? They shall come and see who Caesar is, and then you shall be the one dealt with, Pict!"

Edgeworth turns away again and speaks in clipped English.]

Anyone with an authentic accent. Kindly come in a toga and prepared to playact the part of a - Oh, for the love of -

[Caesar is starting off. There must be a toga party at Hawthorne, because the consul is now hailing some frat boys as his countrymen.]

cowboycop

(( ooc: Forward-dated to about 7PM, action opportunity for housemates. ))

Got a question fer all y'all. You ever... wish you could change somethin'? Y'ever had one of those moments when you just... wish you could go back'n... fix it all?

[A pause, as he seems to tap his foot down. His spur jingles in time, so one can only assume.]

... though I figger that here, it'd be goin' forward an' fixin' it. Three years ago fer me, three years ahead fer Siren's Port, I reckon... [One could probably hear a faint sigh if they tried. This is hard for him to admit, even bring up again.] ... a man named Neil Marshall was killed. Man I loved like a brother, 'cause... he was my brother. An' no matter how long ago it's been, I keep wonderin'... maybe I coulda... done somethin' different. Maybe I coulda jus' stayed behind a bit longer. I dunno.

... so how do y'all keep it from gettin' to ya? Even I'll admit I ain't got a clue. Guess that's my real question I should be askin'. Jus' lemme know. I'll... I'll get back to ya.

[He tries to turn off the voice, but just before, in a quiet voice that was meant to be just for himself:]

Dammit, Marshall, keep it together...

paysdelamour

( FRANCE'S FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY WOOOOOO. And he tl;dr's. )

(( ooc: Anyone who is at the HoA (including Helen, it's movie night remember? :P) is more than welcome to notice that Francis has not really been talking much all day, and has been even more somber than he's been showing on the video. ))

swordandbells

[Sabriel's been finding herself a bit moody in the last week. Not only because of the effects of the Core disrupting her sense of time, but also because with Valentine's Day approaching, all the advertisements celebrating love and happy couples has begun to make her think of someone far away.]

There's something I felt I had to ask.

Is there anyone back in your world whom you miss? Someone special, I mean. Someone with whom you wish you'd had more time?

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

cheerhealer

[ The video starts at an angle, propped up against something but, due to her height, she's still more or less at eye level with it. Her hair is up in a bun, her bangs styled neatly over her forehead. Her current temp job would run for a few more days, until the permanent secretary came back from an unplanned vacation. Her outfit was simple, nothing that would stand out in a normal office. Which, thankfully, this was. ]

It's been a pretty interesting start to the year so far, I'd say. Getting snowed in at the mall, homicidal robots, and that bomb at the apartments. It's amazing how people can go to work the next day like nothing happened.

And expect others to do the same. I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this 9 to 5 thing. [ She gives a half-assed smile at the half-assed joke. Not her actual hours, just more of a general work comment. She's cool. ]

But I guess I should be lucky to have a job, no matter how boring it is. Even if answering phones is the last thing I thought I'd be doing here. [ But damn it all, she needs money bad enough for it to be something she'd do. ]

[ voice | filtered to peter petrelli | ridiculously easy to hack ]

Peter, where are you? I really need to talk to you. [ ~~On the off-chance he'd even see this.~~ After what happened with Shika, she's been worried that he'd been caught by SERO. ]