sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: hiccup

[The kid on the video doesn't look so hot. Not in an ate too much candy sort of way, either. He's pale and clammy and his lips aren't a healthy color. His eyes are dilated. He should probably be in bed. In fact, he probably is. But he's got something important to say first, judging by the serious expression on his face.]

Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-

[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]

Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.

lockandkeyblade

[The night is winding down, and the house is quiet again (It's emptier than last year, but certainly just as warm.) Sora hopes he hasn't woken anyone up, but for those awake in the last hours of Christmas... how about some company?]

Hey there. Did everybody have a good Christmas?

I sure did. It's been hours and I'm still stuffed!

[Sora's reclining on his stomach on the bed, eyes not on the screen but on a notebook in front of him. It's a letter unlike any other he's written (though far more important.) The recipient of this particular document won't receive it until after Sora disappears from the port. These days, with his friends going missing from the Port one by one, he thinks that day might be coming soon.]

I wonder where I'll be next Christmas...

[He taps the end of the pen on the paper, rests his chin on his hand in thought. He's written a lot, but there's so many things he needs to say if this person comes back to the Port one day in the future. The pen finds the paper again, but only to trace idly over the first line at the very top:

'Dear Me,']

The memories I've made here, the people I've met? They're special. Even if one day, we can't spend time with each other on Christmas in the future? Deep down, we'll always remember.

[He'd honestly thought about asking some tough questions tonight. Asking about how to keep friends safe, even when you're not there. About how to keep promises when you don't remember them. How to honor precious people you'll never see again back home. Things that seem impossible to detail, even if he had all the stationary to do it on.

But that's all right. He'll figure all this out somehow. In any case, it's late. It's Christmas. Sora feels good. And he hopes everyone else does too.]

So ... [He looks up with a smile] thanks for everything.

blackmoonrising

[See Ichigo.

Ichigo appears to be surrounded by zombie turkeys. Or ex-zombie turkeys. Or something. Some of them appear to be steaming, some of them just charred. He looks distinctly unimpressed despite the fact that he just happened to get ambushed by a bunch of zombie turkeys on his way home from work.

Apparently Getsuga Tenshou roasted turkey seems to be the order of the day.]

Uh... anybody know if it's safe to eat these now they're un-undead, or should I just throw them in the trash?

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.

akirameru

[honestly, Vanitas was far more offended to find his takeout leftovers turned into a box of candy corn last week than he is offended by whatever magic spell's gone awry this week — and the difference here is mostly because this week has brought about the panicking in droves. the sort of thing he could take advantage of, in other words.]

[it's all business as usual, over here.]

How many of you out there are smart enough to be considered scientists? Or doctors? I don't mean those of you who think you're pretty smart because you read a chemistry book once, I mean people who actually have the papers to back it up.

I'm looking for a lot of different information, so I really don't care what exactly it is you study.

[should one feel like opening a video feed to answer Vanitas' question, they'll catch him in a nondescript room he'd taken over for himself — probably a hotel room — with several certain monsters floating about.]

[and should he stand up to walk over to the NV to answer a call, one might notice that he's suddenly just as curvy as the hourglass Unversed around him.]

inthejunk

[Anyone familiar with Souji Seta's apartment will recognize where Yosuke is immediately. He's sitting on the bed, which is unmade in a way it never would be if Souji had anything to say about it. There are cups of tea sitting around too, abandoned and forgotten. For all of that, Yosuke doesn't seem relaxed or well-rested. He just looks a little mussed and out of it.]

I'unno 'f anyone. Uh. Who needsta know. But somebody...he had a job. So-so, 'f you worked with him he's not playin' hooky, alright? I waited t' make sure. A while. Long time. 'Cause he wasn't answering, so I-um.

Anyway, 'm doin' this wrong. I just mean-um. Mean that Souji Seta is gone. Is all. So, please excuse him from work.

[Sorry, Portians. He's usually friendler, really. It's just been a bad month. Wake him up when September ends?]

(OoC: For people who don't know, Souji Seta is Yosuke's canon best friend and was his sole cast mate. Who also made the mistake of giving him a bottle of vodka to celebrate his 17th birthday. Whoops.)

rewritter

[The feed begins focused on a dark haired boy as pedestrians mill about behind him, but it's not his voice that can be heard first. The sound is noticeably more feminine than that, and likely more familiar to the Port as well.]

Of course it's necessary! Here, everyone can see you now, introduce yourself.

What are you even... what is that thing, anyway?

[apparently nobody really explained the NV to him, from the way he gestures blankly at the camera with noooo idea what's going on.]

It's just a video! It's like, it's almost like a picture, except it keeps showing you for as long as you want it to, moving and talking and stuff. It shows you to other people, too, that's why I said everyone can see you! So you should say hi, okay?

I... what... couldn't you have told me that before, idiot? I'm not interested! Shut it off, do something...!

Hey, don't call me names! Just say hi and tell them your name, I promise it isn't that hard!

I don't...! Fine. If I do this, will you stop bothering me about it?

[There's a sigh, before she moves into the view of the feed, standing next to the taller boy. Though her voice was bordering on annoyance a few seconds ago, it's not hard to spot the broad smile on her face.]

This is my friend Fakir. I guess he's just sort of shy, but he's a really nice person!

[The affection when she turns her head to look up at him is almost palpable as well.]

See! That wasn't so hard, was it? Now everyone knows who you are.

I'm not a nice pers... ugh. Believe what you want.

[he seems to just give up, rubbing his forehead. the things he puts up with for her. but he reluctantly glances up and nods shortly at the camera. that's... probably the closest thing to a hello he'll give.]

[And just as quickly as the smile had been there, a slight exasperated frown takes it's place.]

You are too! Stop saying stuff like that, jeez. [She turns her attention back to the NV for a moment.] No matter what he says, he really is nice! [And then, just like that, the feed cuts.]

[ note: pink is Ahiru, green is Fakir o7 ]

laurice

[Everyone should have a lovely view of Larry lying in a dumpster, holding his NV up. Yes, complete with stinking trash and icky things. His clothes are ripped and torn and stained in several places, the stains ranging from dirt and mud to dried blood. His hair is tousled and clearly hasn't been washed in ages. And of course, his face is a little scratched and very dirty.

He abruptly sits up with a clatter of garbage; his eyes are wide with shock, as if he'd just seen a ghost. With two heads.]

Aaaaaaaah! I'm alive! [He screams the words as if he was standing several meters away.] I can't believe I'm alive, guys! Oh man, the last thing I remember was being hunted and...and...

[Larry practically presses his filthy face into his NV, continuing his rant.]

I was dead! For real! I died and then I woke up in this dumpster! What was that all about?! [He glances down at his clothes. The only thing that is intact and clean is his orange pendant, of course. Then he sniffs. When something smells...] Why does it always have to be me?!

[While clutching the NV, he heaves himself out of the dumpster - and falls flat onto the pavement.] Owwww...by the way, does anyone know how to use a halberd? Y'know, those long ax things?

[OOC: Larry was actually killed during the Newcomer Hunt, but thanks to a certain little cat/rabbit thing that grants wishes ~~and thanks to Auste being a doofus~~, he's alive again and no one ever knew he was six feet under for a while, ahahaha.]

akirameru

[it's been something shy of a month before a certain kid finally gets around to gracing the network with his presence– though, judging by the tone of his voice, he sounds about as bored as a pile of bricks.]

[but Vanitas is as good as concealing his true intentions as the helmet he keeps on his head is good at concealing his features. he's had a fascinating week, and he's even got the paperwork to show for it.]

It's kind of funny how much you can learn about all sorts of different people just by making a change of face. [there is the sound of him shuffling the aforementioned paperwork.]

Question for you all, though. Let's say you learned a secret– a really important, really personal secret. And let's say it's a secret about someone you hate with every fiber of your being.

What would you do with it? Would it depend on what the secret is?

I'm all ears.

( Private to His Most Esteemed Baldiness, aka Master Xehanort. )

returnsmagic

[ There's a scrambling noise, of something sharp and heavy scraping against the television. A heavy noise soon followed it, a noise that sounds remarkably like breathing, but ten times as loud, louder than a lion's and as loud as a fan of an air plane.

Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.

The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]

I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.

There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.

[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]

No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.

[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]

I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.

Life is life. Nothing more.

[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]

If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.

As usual, I am at the baseball field.

[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]

blackmoonrising

[Ichigo's in a park, dressed casually. It's early morning, but there's families out in the park. A little boy is playing soccer with his brother within the line of the NV's camera. A man, their father from the looks of things and the family resemblance, is playing with them.

Ichigo's drinking something hot from a paper cup, looking thoughtful as he does so.]

I guess today's Father's Day. You know, it's probably a good thing my old man can't call here or he'd be complaining that I didn't get him anything. He's a pain in the ass like that.

[One of the boys throws his soccer ball at their father, laughing happily. For a second, Ichigo looks over at them, then shrugs.]

I dunno. I reckon I've got a good excuse.

[There's a sudden shout from the boys as another person joins their party carrying a picnic basket, and Ichigo turns to look again. Their cries of 'Mom!" make her identity immediately recognisable, as does the way the two boys throw themselves at her like eager puppies. She's laughing as she ruffles the hair of one of them and kisses her husband's cheek.

Ichigo looks away and picks up his coffee.]

I don't think he'd blame me today.

circumsutus

[The camera focuses on five little patchwork mice in a cage. It remains focused on them as Stein tries to pick up a little extra cash.]

Pet mice for sale to a good home. Friendly, healthy, and neutered. Five dollars each.

emperor_cowboy

[There was a frown upon his face when he had turned the NV on.]

Guess it's been a while since I went 'nd used this here thing... I... don't know anymore.

bigandbad

[you've always wanted to talk with an aggravated, stressed out, lonely wolf, right? Right. In any case, the cattle Bigby gulped down last night seem to have settled enough for a post, and he has the good sense not to use his video while he's lounging half-clothed in his crappy apartment, surrounded by empty food containers and equally empty cigarette packs. His whiskey and scotch bottles are clean as a whistle. The only full things in the wolf's room are his ashtrays.

But this is voice, so you don't have to worry about that.]

Snow is gone. Wolf's case still isn't cleared yet. I need to move out of this rat hole.

There's your report for the week. Have a great fucking night.

doeswhathewants

[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

recidivus

What sort've... powers, do people have? Does everyone have somethin'? Is it just the newcomers? [There is relevance to these questions. But whether she'll tell you, is up for debate.]

( Private to Castmates, including Torchwood )

( Private to Amy Pond )

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on a white little paw pulls back from the camera, showing a rather pleased looking Kyubey (well, as pleased as he always seemed to look), curled around a Pillsbury cookie dough container. Held between his paws it seems as if he's chewed the top of the wrapper off, one paw dirtied with cookie dough that he's certainly been licking it off from. He seems to be outside, laying in a patch of clover.]}

How many of you believe in the concept of luck?

_{[He seems to pause to try and fish out more dough, licking it from his paw once he succeeds.]}

The shamrock is a symbol of luck and has been for countless centuries.

_{[And he seems to release the container out of his grasp only to sit up, shake himself off and paw at the ground, plucking a rather large shamrock with four leaves (how lucky) out with tiny little teeth. Sitting back on his hind legs he takes it between his paws, ear twitching slightly.]}

People are superstitious and believe things will bring them luck, just like this shamrock. But it's nothing more than a plant. It isn't special at all in that regard. _{[And just for good measure he pops it past his unmoving little mouth, chewing and swallowing it with a tiny gulp.]}

Luck itself doesn't exist. Everything that happens in the Universe is based on various measures of chance and probability and the interaction between various causes and effects. Even so, people still choose to believe in such primitive concepts. It makes them feel better, I guess.

Even so, who feels lucky today? What is it like to feel lucky? Would you feel lucky if you had the chance to have any wish of yours fulfilled? Because I can do that. Almost any wish at all and I can grant it. Would you like me to?

Do you feel lucky now?

_{[ooc: Permission's Post!]}

axetrid

_{[The scene viewers are met with is one of disaster when the feed manages to settle as it's slammed down on the vanity of a bathroom. It would appear to be like any regular bathroom only it seems as if water has been sprayed everywhere. There's a bit of a huff and a growl before Astrid shoves her face right in the feed. She's dripping from head to toe as well, golden bangs sticking to her face. She's scowling deeply and looks as if she's going to kill someone and really, she probably would.]}

I don't have a calendar. _{[Unrelated to the situation? Not quite.]} I don't have one that Vikings use, so I don't know what day it is for me. _{[Taking a seat on the closed toilet lid she snatched her NV from the counter top, holding it in front of her.]} And because I don't know whether it's Laugardagr or not, I decided to wash my clothes, just to be on the safe side. Sure, I can take a bath and wash my clothes whenever I want now, but if I've missed Laugardagr then I'll feel really gross.

So, I was going to fill the bath with water so I could wash them but for some reason the water was coming out of this- _{[And she leaned over then to snatch the shower head out of the bath and hold it up accusingly beside her, water still dripping slowly from it.]} instead of where it normally comes out of! Everything is soaked now and I don't know how to fix it so the water comes out from where it's supposed to.

_{[Sorry Snow White, your bathroom is drenched. At least she didn't rip the shower head out of the wall...]}

Aside from that, I need a job. That's how you make money, right? With a job? Well I need one. One that's suitable for a girl like me. Apparently you can't just take whatever you want from a grocery store - they get pretty mad at you. You need to pay for stuff, with money. _{[Blond girl who pillaged a grocery store in the news? You're looking at her.]}

Sure, this place has some pretty amazing stuff, but a lot of things are really complicated and I mean really complicated.

_{[There's a frustrated sigh as she pushes wet bangs out of her eyes.]}

I just want to wash my clothes. Thor Almighty, is that really too much to ask?

mighty_pirate

[video]

[The NV is focused on the face of a blond teenager dressed in 17th century clothing, who is clutching the device and frowning, turning the camera about and jostling it. A brief shot of his belt comes up, and he seems have what some may recognize as the Sector Four merchants' stolen inventory tucked into his trousers.]

So, do I just talk into this thing?

Hello! Testing! One! Two! Save the whales!

[More jostling and he finally decides the device is indeed working. He is looking down into it.]

Hello, Siren's Port! I'm Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate!

I uh....I like your city! It's neat.

[He laughs nervously.]

Kinda terrifying, but neat.

I can’t stick around, though, I have piratey business to attend to. You guys can help! I’ll need a fine crew to help me find a way off this creepy island! I have a plan and it should work but it involves some twine, two clock radios, the biggest mirror in Siren’s Port™ aaannnd...

[He taps the side of his head thoughtfully]

...a diversion consisting of monkeys and fireworks.

[A small grin]

So, c'mon, men, let's help me get out of here in time for dinner! Please? I can pay you with all the booty on my ship! …Which is probably at the bottom of the ocean by now…

[exasperated sigh]

youfartknocker

[ His NV is propped up against a rock, a limp doll that has stains of something that could either be blood or alcohol (or a combination of both), recording the scene. He attempts to sneak up on the lion at the beach, bare feet moving surprisingly noiselessly against the sand. A little white and red ball is in his hand.

The Great Lion stands, overlooking the on-coming waves. His eyes are upon the horizon, a distant look coloring those tawny features. As of yet, he seems unaware of the one who aspires to catch him off guard. ]

Uh- you're mine, dude. Uh, huh huh.

[ He stands, chucking the ball at Aslan. It expands in mid-air, opening in anticipation to capture the lion in front of him.

The Lion turns his head, and when the ball strikes him between the eyes, it falls harmlessly to the ground. He does not move, merely stares and says nothing. ]

Uh- lame. Did these things, like, break or something? Uh, huh huh.

[ He walks towards Aslan to pick up the ball again.

This continues for a while. ]