sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: jesse turner

Life is balance.

From the deepest darkness, a world of light was brought forth -- sometimes with words, at other times with song -- and since that moment, the forces of both Light and Darkness have clashed in various times and places.

In the midst of such trials, there are times we lose sight of that which is most precious.

I would encourage you all to cleave to that which you hold dear and remember the purpose for which you stand.

[Action]

[ Disturbed as he rarely is, Aslan wanders the decaying streets, clearing particularly infested areas of the creatures that roam the Darkness. His inner light repels the city's miasma, a golden beacon that illuminates the night.

Any who dare to venture out into the Darkness are welcome to join him at any time. ]

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! Also, for those of you who want to run into Aslan, just list the Sector and general time in the subject line! ]

ofthursday

[The feed crackles on in the Darkness, the usual growls and other eerie noises of night at Siren's Port conspicuously absent in the area. It takes a moment for Castiel's image to become clear on the screen, almost melding out of the dark, expression smoothly neutral except for the faint hint of a smirk that looks completely out of place on his usually serious face.

His eyes are dark in the dim lighting, endless and like staring into an abyss, and even across the electronic feed the sense of wrongness is readily apparent.]

So I find myself here once more.

[His voice is soft, calm, almost uncaring, as if showing up in the Port again is a curiosity and nothing more. Then he smiles.]

It seems a good place to begin.

paterelohim

Hi, everybody.

[Sup. Your NVs now have a horrible rotting zombie on them, except about a thousand times more gruesome than those pictures- seriously Walking Dead, with flesh rotting off, part of his cheekbone showing, and a maggot working its way out of his forehead.

Chuck smiles and keeps talking, as if half his jaw isn't gaping open.]

Chuck Shurley here, new manager of Purgatory. I'm here to announce a party on Halloween, at the club. It'll be pretty awesome. Gabriel's redoing the whole inside to make it fit the theme, and it's amazing. We're bringing in musical entertainment from our world - I mean, it'll be an angel thing, but you'll still get to have the full fake NSYNC experience, or whatever.

[He idly tugs on his beard and his thumb pulls through zombie flesh. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Plus, there's transport home provided after dark, if you suck and don't want to take advantage of two-for-one drinks. [Grin. The smile ~~disturbingly~~ reaches his colorless, dead-looking eyes.] Anyone who stays until morning sirens can get a complimentary hangover cure on their way out.

I better see you all there, okay? Happy Halloween!

(OOC: I live in the path of Hurricane Sandy and our neighborhood transformer is a delicate hypochondriac snowflake, so I might wind up slowtagging this for... a few days. Oops. I'll do my best, ilu all.)

integrity

[Crowley is outside, casually flicking chunks of bread at a blue chicken. Said chicken is usually the bane of his existence, as he loathes the little bastard and how it does nothing but shed and ruin his yard, but he seems to behaving himself in regards to the bird today. No insults or attempted slaughtering -- at least, not yet.]

I'm bored. And seeing as people tend to dislike when I'm bored, as it tends to lead to opening lost dimensions or starting revolutions, I thought I would offer a slight puzzle for the public -- and whoever answers first gets a cash prize.

[He tosses a casual grin toward the always hovering NV before he flicks his fingers -- and with a gentle roll of telekinesis, the chicken is sent squarely on her ass with a squawk.]

Riddle one: What is the next number in this series of numbers, starting with -- 6, 14, 36, 98, and 276? And riddle two -- and this one is the real treasure --

[And he rights the chicken with another flick of his fingers.]

Whoever is responsible for the attack that's caused such a fuss is going to get his or her liver removed by my hellhound without anesthetic, for both attacking my pet parakeet and for ruining a good suit. To those who wish to see the spectacle, give me the name and address of whoever is responsible -- and I'll hand over ten thousand dollars, cash.

[Sounds fair, right?]

Cheers.

[And the feed is shut off.]

astralling

[Prue starts the video looking serious, hands folded in front of her.]

I have a confession to make.

This gender swap wasn't the Core, or some prankster looking for kicks. It was me. I didn't mean to, but I was experimenting with a shape-shifting spell that I thought had failed, but didn't- it turned out it affected a lot more people than I meant it to.

[She takes a calm breath and looks at her hands for a moment, then back at the camera.]

I want to apologize to everyone affected, especially everyone who thinks it's more traumatizing than fun. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and it won't again. I know exactly where I went wrong to make this happen.

I have tried everything I know how to reverse this. A simple reversal spell, different wording, different spell combinations, I even tried using more than one witch to double the power behind it- and nothing has worked.

[She points at the camera with her folded hands.]

Which is where you come in. I think the longer this spell is in effect, the stronger the magic needed to reverse it. There are all kinds of powers in this city- people with abilities and kinds of magic I've never even seen.

I think if a few of us work together, pool our resources and ideas, we can fix this.

I think I only need two people to help me cast the spell, since three is a powerful number. The stronger you are, the better our chances of making this happen.

If anyone has anything that might help with a ritual, I'd appreciate it. I want to go more outside the box than I have so far.

[Prue takes a deep breath and stops her rambling.]

And don't worry. This isn't gonna last much longer.

hulkbusted

[Someone has gone through several cups of herbal tea this morning before feeling assured that he's calm enough to come to the network. If he didn't have classes to teach today, he'd spend the entire day doing a thorough physical on himself. (Get your minds out of any gutters they've fallen into.)

As it is, after the initial incredulity, shock, horror, and rising fury passed, he's thrown on a button down shirt, shoved his hair out of his face, and settled down in front of the video camera.]

Broadcast to any students in his class
Good morning, students. If you're thinking about skipping class today because you're suddenly confused about which bathroom to use, don't. I'll be there and fair warning to SPU faculty, I'll be using the men's room.

Biochem students, yes, we will be having the scheduled exam.

Unfiltered
Loki. I want a word with you.

mulletrock

[Dean's stretched out in the bed of a truck, a beer in one hand. The smoky atmosphere's pretty easy to place. It's Mugshots. Since he's off work he has no problem addressing the network for the first time since landing all the gigs that were able to buy him a work in truck that he'll put more energy into as each pay check keeps coming around.]

Before you ask, I don't do holidays.

I don't care what happened with the candy corn or what you're dressing up as. I don't like any of 'em, except maybe Thanksgiving and I still haven't had one of those that wasn't at a jam packed Denny's with cheap slices of microwavable turkey and instant potatoes.

So keep the Fall enthusiasm to yourself. If it were up to me Summer'd last all year long.

[Syrena]

If you're willin' to walk somewhere tomorrow I'll take you someplace nice.

[/Syrena]

Anyone interested in goin' off roading or mudding with me? I wanna see what this baby can really do.

upstairsbrain

"Porcupine, to a prince," huh? [ Good morning to you, too, Siren's Port. There's a definite smile in Sam's voice, though you can't hear him scrub a hand over his chin, as if he's seriously considering "Chafe-Away." ] Say what you want about this place, but... man. The ads are almost worth it.

[ Sort of sarcasm. He's in a good mood, today. ]

I'm not going to bring up the candy corn stuff. So, now that we're past all that, anyone want to... I dunno, take a walk around the city? I feel like getting out today.

itsjustafruit

[For someone who hasn't been seen on the network before (or has he? is there a certain nagging familiarity about him?) this chap looks unruffled, freshly pressed in a button-down shirt and tie, and arrogantly unperturbed behind his dark sunglasses. His accent is crisp and English and says "London, money, and education." His accent is lying, and then again, it isn't.]

There is the expected, the unexpected, and apparently there is Siren's Port. Monsters at night, super-powered people of all persuasions during the day, and this network can't even do me the decency of showing me something truly new.

The name is Crowley. [Pronounced like the black bird, "crow-ly".] Since I can't get anything new, I will take recommendations and directions to a proper bar or pub.

worldhaditsway

[Here's Christina, looking decidedly more mellow than she has in previous network entries. A year in the city has done wonders for the little Antichrist.]

So I think I've been here a year now and I've been thinking... Maybe I should start looking into colleges. I know my options kinda slim to two, but I figured I'd ask you guys which one you recommend. Or just share your experiences. Good. Bad. Things have been kinda heavy here lately. It might be nice to do something normal.

[TITANS FILTER: Filtered to JUST the girls on the team.]

And speaking of normal things... So I have a friend who hasn't really adapted to modern society that well. I'm thinking of throwing a slumber party at my apartment- movies, popcorn, pj's, the whole girly thing- to ease her along and get her used to things. Any of you want in?

I haven't really thrown that many slumber parties in my life, honestly, but it might be nice to relax and just be teenage girls without superpowers or responsibilities or whatever for a little bit.

hulkbusted

Kevin Ford's NV is offline and Mimsy is gone.

I seem to be living alone now.

At the same time, two people I know from home are in the Port. Strange how things work here.

upstairsbrain

Ouch. [ Sam winces as he comes onscreen, and the NV flickers a bit, as if it can't decide whether or not to work. ] Anyone else having tech problems? Maybe mine's just faulty, but... I dunno. It's shocked me a bunch of times in the past hour. And this is the third time I've tried to send out this call.

[ Sigh. He's supposed to be the nerdy one. Dean will never let him live this down. ]

[private to Prue:]
Hey. I wanted to check up, see how you're doing. Some of our kitchen stuff is on the fritz, too, so... if you'd like to grab lunch sometime soon, that'd be alright with me. [ There's a half-smile. ]

ofthursday

[Castiel is steadfastly ignoring his family drama, and instead has decided to focus on something that's actually useful. With Crowley expanding his Darkness delivery and transport business, there's little need for Castiel to be involved anymore and he has a better idea for a job anyway.]

If someone familiar with the hospitals and health facilities could share their information and opinions with me, it would be appreciated. I have a healing ability and if such would be desired at one of those places, I am considering a change of employment.

[And he simply ends the feed there, with other things he could say but nothing he really cares to.]

servingmichael

[The video opens with Raphael - in a crisp, clean suit - in a wing back chair. He's sitting perfectly, body still, face almost blank. There's a moment were it's not clear if he's even breathing, and when he speaks, it's even more scrubbed clean of emotion.]

Siren's Port. I've recently arrived although I've been here several days now.

I do not need an introduction to the island, I've received it.

[The other angels and God figures can likely guess what has prompted Raphael to address the island.]

For those who knew Michael, he is no longer in the Port. I'm Raphael, one of his brothers. I will be taking over his affairs.

[SPN Cast Filter]

Michael informed me of the arrangement here. I see no reason to pick up hostiles.

[Even now, there is barely anything. No clench of a jaw, no tightening around his eyes. No inflection in his voice.]

[End]

[Gabriel filter]

You've been here the longest, I was told. Is there information I may need?

[There's only the hint of anything as he addresses Gabriel - his jaw tightens, just enough to be noticed. Still, his voice is flat.]

[End]

[Lucifer]

We should talk.

[Nothing. Absolutely nothing.]

[End]

integrity

[Crowley is settled into his office, looking almost oddly serious as he reclines in his leather chair. The NV is floating just enough to give a nice few of the top of his mahogany desk, which is relatively neat and tidy, save for a rolled scroll of parchment that is draping off of his desk. The portion available to be seen through the NV is blank -- so no secrets of the contracts for you, Siren's Port. Just that Crowley is working on something and, for whatever reason, has not made much progress.

Even the King of Hell gets writer's block sometimes.]

I have a few matters of business to attend to, so I apologize for the dreary conversation pieces. I promise I'm usually much more entertaining.

[He rolls his eyes off-camera, glancing at something or other.]

I require able-bodied individuals to travel during the Darkness for a reasonable rate of pay. I don't care who you are or what you support -- but I prefer neutral allies to those contracted to SERO or AGI. In addition, I require a talented contractor that specializes in Darkness proofing. If you're interested and wish to know more about the services I require, contact me privately. I am also in the pursuit of ancient texts, imported. What they cost is meaningless -- I want them for my collection. I'm running out of reading material.

[And here, Crowley pauses, before he levels his focus at the NV again.]

And Raphael, darling, I know you're here. Let's stop wasting time and get down to business, shall we?

[He cuts the feed.]

( [Filtered to Jesse Turner // Private // Unhackable] )

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

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

doeswhathewants

Just a bit boring lately, is it not?

No worries, fair citizens of the Port. Portians. Porters? Either way, entertainment might be- ah- forthcoming.

upstairsbrain

[ Well, he's taken some time to mull over what Magento told him about his time in the Port: the time he doesn't remember. And thinking it over, trying to reason it out, searching for a shred of memory to explain why he'd done it... nothing like that had worked. So, finally, the younger Winchester comes over the feed, his voice almost jerky, mechanical. To many, it may seem like he's just tired, but to those who know him well... ]

Sorry about being M.I.A. If anyone needs me, I'll be around. I'm taking a sort of--

[ He trails off, and then clears his throat. ]

... Anyway. I'll be back soon.

[Private to Dean Winchester:]
I'm not going to be at home for a few days. Don't tell Mom, alright? I don't want her to worry.

[Private to Castiel:]
Can we talk? In person?

carryonmywaywardson

[Backdated to this morning.]

[The video belongs to one Ben Braeden. It kicked on with some kid laughing, heavy toned in his voice and so not Ben. It then got tossed to the side, lodged into a tree root, which is half blocking the video.]

[You can see, at a sideways video glance, little Ben. Sitting on the ground, one shoe missing, sock dirty, jeans ripped at the knee and a hand holding his bloody nose, eyes glaring darkly over his hand.]

[Someone can be heard, just barely, laughing. Something else might be a muffled voice (the speaker is in the ground) about “...not your girl, so back off. She doesn’t need no Norm tainting her perfection.” Someone else laughs. “Why not run home and play with mommy? Oh wait, you can’t. You’re stuck here and she’s not. Haha, for the best. She’d be whoring herself to AGI fast I bet--”]

[The words were cut off as Ben suddenly got up, hands grabbing the ground, pulling himself up and dashing off camera. Yeah, someone just got tackled. There’s a few yells of cheering or booing friends (of the other boy) and then a foot can be seen coming in and kicking the device. Turning it off.]

-------

[It comes back on, inside a wooden cabin, and Ben is sitting there, glaring. He thought this was private to Dean, but the NV is faulty right now. He sniffed, rubbing a wrist over his nose. Seems to have been a bit since this was posted.]

You need ta come pick me up. I’m not stayin’ here. [so hard a glare, and he sniffs again, rubbing his poor nose. The scruffy kid glances off to the side and mumbles]

They said they wanna talk to you, or something.

[The video flickers and the screen weaves a bit, then he grumps, tapping it with his hand] Can I just walk home?

[[Feel free to reply to him. He'll reply back while waiting for someone to get him, which could be a while.]]

hulkbusted

[It's after the night siren and Bruce is looking frazzled, irritated, and... like he forgot that he'd been getting ready to sleep, since he's wearing boxers and glasses and apparently nothing else. As he settles his NV, a pair of mice skitter across the desk he's set it on. There are little movements in the background and Bruce has to stop and hop around, cursing under his breath as something apparently runs over his foot.]

Okay, look, the Darkness thing I'm up on, but is it common for random objects like, say, my pillow to turn into mice?

[ooc: Loki'd]

hulkbusted

[The man on the screen looks utterly exhausted. Haggard might even be apt considering the greyish pallor of his skin under his dark stubble and the even darker circles under his eyes. When the video jostles in his hold for a moment, it displays his bare chest before coming up to his face. He looks like he tried to wash off some combination of mud, sand, and various other things best not examined too closely and didn't do too great a job of it. Despite that, he tries for a tired smile and a finger taps the screen before withdrawing.]

First off, I'd like to say that Tony Stark makes the world's most durable phone. I'd do a testimonial commercial, but that might be in bad taste.

Second, I've read some of the information available and I think you'll understand it's not the easiest thing to swallow, but I'm going with it as a working theory for now. Don't ask why, it's a long story.

Third... [He trails off and turns his head away from the camera before looking back at it] I don't know what the third is, let's say I want to issue a blanket apology and leave it at that.

[ooc: The Hulk ended up getting stuck outside at sundown and fought (pounding and getting pounded on) all night. Between that and a chitauri invasion, I figure Bruce is feeling a little run down.]