sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: iroh

I'm so happy to be back in a time with raspberry hair gel.

[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.

madeinoblivion

Munny, Munny, Munny....

[Ooh. Someone sounds like he's in a foul temper, grumbling into the NV. A jangling of silver bells grows distant, and wind whips over the NV speaker. Joe's breathing heavily into it too, huffing as he heads home at a brisk walk.]

They say it makes this whole world go around. [And then he growls flatly, in self-pitying irritation] Well guess who's going absolutely nowhere.

They cut my worktime in half at the stadium, because some Hockey star's spoiled rotten kid on the Sector Six Saints wants to have his own job. So I'm training somebody to be my own replacement, and making half as much now! They said I could go back to hawking sodas in the stands, but they couldn't pay me tech wages for concessions. Well! What a thank-you!

[An acrid laugh turns into another bitter mumble.]

...I shouldn't have gotten fresh with my manager, but... I guess I'll ...just call him in the morning and say sorry. Sorry, I really can't afford to quit. Does anybody have any advice for that? Like should I have Xion bake a cake, or just come crawling back like a kicked dog?

(...at least I won't have so many presents to buy this year.)

Does anyone know any place that are hiring newcomers for decent pay? Someplace that's not on AGI or SERO's lists. Or...I don't know, some... holiday party coming up, they need a DJ for? I'm really running kinda low on my luck here.

[Another low, disgusted snort] Pretty soon we'll be taking food boxes from those creepy people at the Jenova church basement again.

faking

I'm sure she didn't have any friends or anything, because she was a fucking bitch and no one could possibly like her and no one had any reason to at all in the first place, but Hannah Anafeloz went home or off to die or whatever the hell she felt like doing that wasn't here. This is a useless fucking announcement and no one's going to give a shit about it or her anyway, but I thought it appropriate to at least say a couple of words about her absence, seeing as how it'll affect at least a couple of people negatively, fucking selfish slut that she is. That she was. Pretty awful maid to make me go around and do something like this, but I guess it can't be helped. What's done is done.

I guess we can close the book on that, now.

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

aslandish

[ The feed opens to the sight of the ebb and flow of the ocean waves. A girl and a lion sit together, the latter lightly humming a tune as sunlight glimmers off the waters in the background.

As Aslan hums, Rue starts to sing, faltering at first but then growing more confident, one tiny hand lightly resting in his mane. ]

If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine

( And you can sky-rocket away from me... )

antinouswild

Madams et Messieurs,

[Alabaster skin, waving blonde hair, eyes very blue. The face on the monitor is finely drawn, even beautiful, but looks ill at ease.]

I am used to addressing people, but not using this new invention. Please excuse me. I realize that I am a newcomer here, and that I am to make myself known using this… thing. I was baffled when I found it. I’ve never smoked in my life.

At any rate, the time has come for me to discover what I can about myself and my new surroundings. If I may glean some knowledge that I may take back to my own home, I shall not consider myself ill-used in any way. Consider me a pupil, kind people.

I have logging, and have been offered work. What employment I shall accept still remains to be seen. However, the food that has been left to me is far too much for one person. Wasting it would be obscene. I would like to find a way that it can be distributed among those who need it more than I, but I’m not sure how to do so.

If anyone can offer assistance, please contact me. I’m positive I will learn how to receive your message on this device by the time you have finished.

[The NV jostles, but does not turn off. Enjorlas is seen for a moment muttering to himself.]

Now, how to send this… What was it I was told… the button on the…

[And the feed clicks off.]

wolfgirl

No! I don't want anything to do with any of you! Leave me alone! [ A scuffle can be heard in the background, along with a few almost feral growls from the girl herself. ] What did you do with that damned iron woman? I almost had her! Let go!

[ Someone, presumably a greeter, can be heard in the background trying to explain to her what's happening. Shortly after, their protests, and the swish of a blade through the air. ] Get away!

[ There's a clatter, very loud, as she's restrained and the crystal falls to the ground. The feed fizzles out. ]

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 ]

jokesonthem

[It takes him a while to figure out the NV. (In fact, it takes him a while to realize he has it, busy as he is searching for somewhere to wash the dirt off his face, pacing back and forth a lot, and laying down to will his wounds to stay closed.) He has, in truth, not a clue how it works, except that it seems to respond to his touch. He has poked tentatively through network broadcasts and determined the meaning of "video," the only command the thing offers he doesn't recognize--although he hesitates about touching that command, himself. He is dissheveled and in his pajamas and looks quite rattled, in his opinion, which surely is too embarrassing to show complete strangers.

... But maybe they would have some sympathy for him if they could see his face. He turns on the video...

...giving everyone a lovely view of his nightshirt's collar and the lower half of his face. There is a plaster on his cheek, and some wrapped bandages visible crossing his collarbone.]

Well, is this thing working? [He taps the screen sharply, then holds the NV a bit farther away, which puts the rest of his face (and more bandages!) in view-] How am I supposed to tell--oh, is that me in the corner?

[Serious time, Reim. He squares his jaw and regards the NV with his best business face.] My name is Reim Lunettes. I would like to request several things, if I may: information, something to write with, and-- c, clothes.

[He mumbles the last part. This is humiliating...]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

[He nods, and his eyes dart around in the typical manner of someone who has no idea how to find the 'stop' button, but he gets it eventually, and just before he finally presses it he adds (an afterthought, his voice climbing out of its calm tone and becoming decidedly freaked out by the end):]

If--If there is anyone here who knows me, please come and find me!!

[oh wow this is so embarrassing he has to go FEED CUT]

benditlikekorra

[It seems like every time Korra makes a post to the network it's to ask for something or someone to help her, but she's sick and tired of being unable to use her powers and the hunt has laid waste to any sense of inner peace she'd been fostering through meditating and training on her own. She needs a hand, here.]

Are there any mystics or gurus on this island? Someone who's a master of meditation, or an expert on chakras? Someone who knows about... vision quests or something like that?

[Obviously she's grasping at straws here, but she's willing to try almost anything at this point.]

12second_orz

[The summer warmth seems to have made Tonegawa almost lazy when he appears on-screen, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, shirt cuffs rolled up. There’s a sleepy confidence to the entire affair, a crocodilian sharpness lurking in still, murky waters.

He doesn’t bother to take it out when he speaks; the result is that his voice sounds huskier than ever, faintly slurred around the cigarette end.]

Let’s play another game. [His hand disappears off camera for a moment, and when it slides back in it’s holding a small, gleaming bronze coin, between his thumb and forefinger.] It’s interesting, isn’t it? How life so often seems to rely on the figurative spin of a coin- that little twist of uncertainty that can, just as often, herald the twist of the knife. [He pauses for effect.] I’m sure you all know this one, but for the record: heads or tails. Pick one. Of course, it’s not that simple.

[The smile appears then, a cool abbreviation of his usual shit-eating grin.] Let’s say, hypothetically, that those who pick the winning side will be rewarded from a fixed pot, which will be shared amongst any winners. Let’s also say that those who pick the losing side will suffer a forfeit. Your victory will inevitably punish those less fortunate than yourself.

There’s one final rule: for a price, I could secretly tell you the winning result and guarantee you a perfect solo victory. You reap all the rewards- and I reap all of the losers you’ve left behind.

[He chuckles silkily.] It’s your choice, Siren’s Port. Heads or tails?

manicpixiedreamgirl

[At first the feed is just a data scrawl, much like the one House broadcast after Loki accidentally sliced it up on April Fool's day.

Except this isn't House. ]

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.

[Nope, not House.

It doesn't even rightly sound like it. The normally smooth, pleasant tone has been replaced by a strange wavering between emotionless and panicking.

Alice is having a major freak out, at least as much as one can have in the form of an artificially intelligent house.]

WHERE AM I. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. I WAS JUST IN MY MY HOUSE READING AND SUDDENLY I'M HERE I THIS THING. WHAT-

I THINK I'M A ROBOT, OH MY GOD OH MY-

[And then there's more data scrawl, but not for very long. She's developing at least some control in this "body", so she pulls it together long enough to make one last plea.]

Help me.

[OOC: Alice is in the "body" of House. Those residing in it might be awoken by yelling throughout the building. :3]

benditlikekorra

[Unlike her last post, Korra seems much more upbeat this time. Naga's large snout can still be seen hovering behind her. She gives the viewers a jaunty little wave.]

Hey there. [Naga also barks to say 'hello.'] Thanks to everyone who helped me out the other day; I really appreciate it. I had some questions about the island, and I figured it'd be easiest to ask if anyone who's been here longer than me knows.

Since I'm the only Water Tribe person here I don't expect there would be any places that sold water tribe food. Are there any markets that sell fruit like ocean kumquats or sea prunes? Or any seal meat? If not, are there any seals that live around the island, and would it be okay to hunt them? I guess it'd be kind of a long shot to find any restaurants that carry seaweed noodles, so is the seaweed in this world edible? The noodles aren't hard to make if you have the right seaweed.

[She scratches her cheek and looks pensive for a moment.]

Also, are there any doctors or healers who know how to deal with... hmm... delicate brain problems? [Korra seems a little unsure, and gestures to the crown of her head.] Someone who knows about chi and chakras and things. I've been told that the doctors here are really good, so I figured I'd ask.

deformed

( OOC cut for length )

unluckyinlove

[It's very late and the living room at the House of Emo is dimly lit. In a black nightgown and matching robe, long fuchsia hair falling down her back, Jinx paces. That pointy little nose of hers is glued to a clipboard, and she looks stressed beyond belief. At this rate, she's going to wear a hole in the floor. Poor thing hasn't slept well in days.

For a moment she stops in her tracks, then scribbles something furiously down on the paper. Immediately, she crosses it out, groans, and begins her pacing at a faster rate. Her hand fists in her hair at the roots. Frustrated tugging commences.]

Less than a week. How am I gonna pull all this together in less than a week? Ohgodohgodohgodohg--

[That's the point where the lamp blows up in a flash of pink light and the sorceress hides her face with the clipboard. The feed cuts.]

[ooc: Members of the HOE and Alice, feel free to be there already. Crowley, Mary, any other logical close friends of Jinx, feel free to offline. Just a reminder, the wedding is Friday the 13th and most everyone is invited or welcome to crash unless it's been explicitly stated otherwise.]

bigandbad

[Bigby's voice is a little harsher when he talks today, a little tighter. Older. Harder.] I'm not usually big on sharing, or storytelling, but that's exactly what I'm here to do today. Call it wild hair up my ass.

There's a place called Israel back in my world. Here's what you need to know about it: Israel is a tiny country surrounded by much larger countries dedicated to its eventual total destruction.

Israel stays alive by being a bunch of tough little bastards who make the other guys pay dearly every time they do anything against Israel. Some in the wider world constantly wail and moan about the endless cycle of violence and reprisal. But since the alternative is non-existence, the Israelis seem determined to keep at it. They have a lot of grit and iron. I'm a big fan of them.

I've done a lot of wondering this past week about what would happen if our little group adopted the Israel template in whole. You can no doubt guess that in that scenario, certain groups would play the part of the vast powers arrayed against us.

Every time they hurt us, we'd damage them much worse in return. It would always happen. Always. They would be the only ones who could end the cycle. They have entire empires to protect. Businesses, transports, research facilities. They could guard a thousand likely targets and there would still be a million ripe, unprotected targets open for a hit.

Interesting to think about.

therightchoice

[ There is a buzz, a crackle.

And then, a young boy's voice, confused but steady. ]

Hello? Mom?

[ There's some mumbling, of somebody talking to him. There's a muttered "Oh," and the call is hanged up.

An hour later, Jesse Turner tries again. ]

Hi. I'm Jesse. I thought I was supposed to be somewhere else, but I'm in Canada now. I hear a lot of people got here this way.

It's the aliens, isn't it? They kidnapped us, right? What they want? And why Canada?

~~ooc: and I am such an idiot for not realizing this sooner, but Jesse has arrived during the afternoon. Oops.~~

actually forget that this is after sirens when he broadcasted this.

this is a moment of Devi's Brain Farts.

momchester

[Mary looks... well, alive, which is a bonus, but also frazzled and exhausted, with pale skin, dark circles under her eyes, lips chapped, hair falling out of her ponytail.

But more than that, she looks haunted.]

I'm back. I'm alive. [Her lips press together in a thin line. She bows her head and talks to her knees.] No thanks to those monsters.

I don't know if anyone else made it out... there were no- [sniffing hard to avoid tearing up.] -shelters. Nothing Darkness proofed. [Head still bowed tightly.] I don't know if any of those people I fought with made it out alive, but if they didn't, I'm going to tell you all right now.

[She finally looks up, eyes welling now with tears she refuses to cry.]

They hunted us. They bound us, put collars on us, they put us in cages. They chased us and hunted us down like we were fucking dogs and we couldn't-

[she claps a hand over her mouth, breathing hard to rein in her emotions. When she opens her eyes again, there's something chilling and deadened in her eyes.]

When I died at home- the first time, before I came here... it was a demon. A demon pinned me to the ceiling and burned me alive in my baby's nursery, and I didn't feel as violated as I did those two days. In that cage. [She shakes her head intently, looking away.] Those monsters kidnapped children. They wanted to see every one of us die like dumb fucking animals.

I wonder what would happen if I prayed for them. [There's a weird look in her eyes. Something you wouldn't leave your children alone with.] It's the Christian thing to do.

Would I get their souls into Heaven, or their heads on a plate?

[With a last ugly look at the NV, she turns the ~~public~~ feed off.]

[Private to Jinx]

I found a plus one.

[Private to the angels]

Did you hear my prayer? [The one she whispered as she lay dying.] Please, tell me none of you- tell me you didn't go there. Please.