sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: larry butz

[The feed flickers on to Jake sitting in his truck, looking absolutely pissed. Anyone who knows him knows it's really difficult sometimes to get Jake to show serious emotions, so whatever is annoying him is quite serious. And after a few moments, it's quite clear - from out of his truck's window, the Core site is clearly visible, with all of SERO's security precautions.

After a long moment of silence, Jake looks back at the Core site. Then he pounds the dashboard with his fist, and a few words are clear:]

Son of a bitch!

[He opens his fist a bit with his fingers still stiff, as if he's enacting the motion of strangling someone, before he closes his hand into a fist again, taking a deep breath or two to calm himself down. It's only then that he turns his attention back to his NV.]

I bet you've already heard the news, folks, but SERO done kicked us out. I don't care who you're with, AGI, SERO, neutral, whatever. I'm askin' y'all to stay away from the Core for now. Especially those of you who can't fight er nothin'. If what I'm hearin' is true, AGI's pissed and they might retaliate. I just don't want anyone to get hurt for no good reason, all right?

...

Until then, looks like I'm stuck with nothin' to do 'cept wait. We all are. And I don't like waitin'.

chiefdefense

[Mia's relaxing on the couch at home, with a sleepy Doberman breaking the house rules and snuggling up beside her with his head on her lap. Entirely against the rules, certain parties will probably grumble but she'll change the throw rug vacuum the cushions on the couch before they turn it into Jake's bed for the night.]

Has anyone else got the feeling we've been missing something lately? I mean, usually there's an increase of new faces at the beginning of the month but there's been no sign of anyone this month.

[She pauses, appearing to think about something as her brows crease.]

Or last month, I guess.

[Her dog, Estragon, grunts and nuzzles into her lap a bit more. She idly plays with his ears as she keeps talking.]

I suppose it's kind of a long shot to ask around if anyone's looking for work. We're short staffed at Fey and Co. and I'm in pressing need of another attorney on the books. There's a certain long term commitment I'm going to be taking on in September which means I'll have to be cutting back on my case load. I just don't have any options that I know of in the Newcomer pool to entrust my cases to and as we're a legal practice specifically created to answer the needs of Newcomers where local law firms won't, I really would like to leave my clients with a fellow Newcomer.

[She sighs.]

Like I said, it's a long shot. Even if you've got no legal expertise, we have clerical positions and I'm interested in taking on an office manager too to look after things when I have to go on leave. Thanks in advance if anyone's able to help out.

graceful_cutter

[The feed comes in from somewhere in the city during the Darkness. But what comes in isn't a face at first-- it's the city's deteriorating facade in front of the user. And it's obvious that she is running. Her breath comes out in pants.

After a moment, she turns the camera around. she's masked, her blood-red eyes wide behind the lace that concealed her identity to some extent.]

They're... too fast!

[It's clear that Amy's enhanced speed has probably run out already. She's clearly running for her life and from what...?

Rotgut kittens. Packs of them. All running after her at top speed. This was not going to be pretty.]

Help!

[For once, she has raised her voice in a cry-- and the very moment she does, the communicator goes flying as some of the cats catch her leg. There's a glimpse of her pulling out Albion-- but that is all as the NV crashes to the ground and the feed turns static.]

thepull_mods

[ Exactly four hours after the end of Governor Townshed's funeral, every NV and cell phone in the city will crackle to life. At first the transmission considers of little more than static and garbled sound (almost like the rustling of pages being turned).

When it finally clears, a voice speaks, strong and clear. ]

Good evening to you, citizens and Newcomers alike. As it should be known to you all by this time, the late Governor Townshed is not longer with us in this world.

Unimaginative though he was, at the very least, we can say there was one thing he excelled at: maintaining the status quo.

Knowing this, it should also be no surprise to you the words I would share with you now.

[ The quality of his voice changes here, an intonation of things to come. ]

The bricks are fallen down.

The walls are cast asunder.

The streets are overturned,

The heavens reduced to ash.

When Darkness cedes its glory,

History comes full circle.

The roads betwixt and between

Shall yield the truth at last.

[ A brief pause follows before he continues, proud and almost scornful. ]

Take heed of what I say, Siren's Port. The End comes, and time waits for no man.

The truth shall make you free.

[ A burst of static follows, and the transmission finally cuts. ]

(( ooc: Meet, GW, everyone. He's hacked the Network to deliver this cryptic address. Feel free to respond! He might just answer back. ))

empetre

[A few hours after sirens sound there's a sudden clatter coming from the NVs, and the image from this transition is, well. It's spinning a little, and there's a rather large amount of noise from the other end. Noise that sounds suspiciously like birds chirping, mice squeaking, and cats hissing.

And underneath all of that is a timid, quiet voice of a very distressed pony.]

O-oh please don't fight that- no, I'm sorry, Mr. Robbin, I haven't seen your new nest yet, but I can't right now- please don't attack the mice! They're all lovely animals and I'm sure they didn't mean to take your f- Miss Cat! You spit out that little fieldmouse right now!

[Finally, with some more squeaking and chirping and a few grumpy meows the chaos seems to settle down a bit, and after a moment there's the sound of hooves settling on the floor and wings fluttering before the image is fixed, the NV set upright and a slightly harried Fluttershy in full view.]

I'm- I'm so sorry if any of the animals bothered any of you, I've never had so much of a problem keeping any of them in one place. Cats and mice never fight when they come to visit, back home. [She shifts a little, wings fluttering out a bit before lifting her into the air giving more room for what's most definitely a stray, slightly ratty looking cat to wind between her legs, purring up a storm.] If anypony knows where these poor animals tend to spend the night, I'd like to try and help them. I... I never really had the time to last time I was here.

[ooc: sorry for the late responses guys! new job mixed with rl ate my face]

motioned

So... If there was someone special to you, really special, and you wanted to get them something just as special for Christmas, but you didn't really know what they would like, how would you think of something? I can't really ask, they'd just tell me to forget about it and not waste my money. I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, and I'm going shopping soon, so if you're my friend and you're listening to this, please tell me what you'd like!

gavesugar

[When Sheila turns on her NV, she's standing over her kitchen stove. There are piles of dirty dishes in her arms and she shifts them with a soft clatter to the sink, and a feast of food sitting in a mountainous pile beside her, including some . She gives her forehead a mopping and looks ruefully into the screen.]

It hath been a long journey from the place I embark'd. To think that I once cook'd o're an open pit and had to watch my skirts afore they burst into flame. I hope that all hath attained peace at long last. And that all hath found a reason for thanks. 'Tis not quite Christmas yet, but the feast season hath begun.

( <B>[[Filtered to Larry Butz, Hiccup and Astrid, Hattie, Ella, Tim Drake, and anyone she might consider a close friend.]]</b> )

[OOC: It's just past Saint Catherine's Day, and Sheila's prepared a takeaway meal for all of her friends! This is open to action threads for any who want to come eat at her apartment.]

aslandish

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! ]

summing_it_up

[Here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. It looks like he just got back in from a long day of work. Or something.]

Well. I guess everyone's been busy lately, huh?

[Don't mind him. He also has a dragon sprawled across his lap.]

ella_of_frell

[ When the NV turns on, Ella isn't really paying attention to it - though her intention might have been to use it, that thought is derailed by the chatter of several others nearby. ]

No - no no, I don't need - Excuse, me could you please stop pushing baskets at me, I don't want your brochures. Really, I appreciate it but - [ They are totally not listening. ]

No, thank you that's kind of you but could you just ... take... these -- but I - [ Yea, Ella, keep trying to talk over the company representatives. With a clatter, she drops the NV, and it now shows a crooked image of Ella with her arms full of baskets from AGI and SERO both, looking a bit lost, frustrated, and confused. Yet she perseveres! ]

I'm just trying to say - this is really too much so - oh! [ Aaand the bundle of baskets in her arms abruptly topple over when she loses her grip, tumbling onto the floor, papers scattering everywhere. Those representatives? Totally off to harass another newcomer. Help her? That's silly. ]

Could you h- oh, no, of course not, yeah, no walk away, that's just great... thanks. No, thank you,I've got it, not that you were lifting a finger to help or anything...

[ Sighing, Ella kneels to gather up what was foisted into her arms, though she catches sight of the NV recording. ]

... Is it always this...chaotic?

[ Maybe she can give this stuff to someone else. What she really needed was warmer clothing. ]

hejhej

Yosuke Hanamura has left the Port.

[excuse her while she tears up her room in frustration with her personal life]

motioned

[The face on the screen, when first she appears, looks a bit somber.]

I guess the longer you live here, the longer you learn to expect the unexpected, huh? But even then, I didn't think - I mean, Halloween passed, so I thought maybe nothing awful would happen. I've lived here for two years and it still catches me off guard, things like that. I just hope it wasn't anyone with powers behind it. If it was, they should be ashamed of themselves. But that's not what I wanted to talk about, even though I'm really sorry to anyone who saw things that hurt them.

[But then her expression brightens considerably.]

I wanted to talk about, um, being here so long, but it's not as self centered as it sounds, I promise - I guess I just wanted to thank everyone. I think I might have said already, but it's been two years today, and even though the first few months I hated it and just wanted to go home, I think I wouldn't be the same person I am now if I hadn't come here. Not just a different person, but not as good of a person, either. I mean, I've learned so much, and so many people have helped me learn that stuff, both stuff about me and stuff about life, and I wouldn't trade that for the world. Maybe not for any world. I can't help but feel like this is my home. I've met so many people, so many amazing people, people I think of as family who I would never have even known about otherwise. And a lot of them aren't here anymore, some of the best people I've ever met, but I would much rather have known them and lost them than the alternative, you know?

[Her voice gets a bit thick, though it's not in the least unhappy, and she has to pause for a moment to recollect herself.]

So I guess, just - even though horrible things can happen here and things can get very bad, and everything seems dark, I just hope everyone here can find as much light in this island as I've been able to. But I know not everyone's as lucky as me, and I know there are people who have been through things I can't even imagine, so... I'm not the best with technology, but I guess since I'm saying this to everyone, you can all tell what my NV number is, so if everything gets to be too much - there's always someone you can talk to, even if I don't know you.

( ( Filtered to Fakir ) )

( ( Filtered to Gilbert ) )

chiefdefense

[Mia appears to be at home, relaxing in an oversized cardigan over a t-shirt bearing a familiar slogan]

Normally I wouldn't think about making a big deal out of what I'm about to say, it's much more my sister's department than mine, but seeing as it's almost Halloween and I imagine someone out there's going to think about trying their hand at the ouija board or trying to contact the dead... please don't. Spirit channeling should be left up to the professionals and I'm far too out of practice to try and mediate if a summoning goes badly. Seriously, you do not want to have to deal with an out of control spirit, especially when Halloween is known for its abundance of malevolent spirits.

[She's interrupted by a black cat hopping up onto her lap and she absentmindedly pets him.]

In less spiritual matters, Fey and Co. Law Offices are desperately short handed at the moment, so if anyone has any secretarial, clerical or legal experience and is looking for a job, I would love to hear from you at some point or take a look at your resume.

[She ends the feed with a winning smile and leaves you fine folks to enjoy your evening.]

rapturescreed

[Hello there, network. Been awhile, right? Raul is not in the office, he's at home. This may be a first.]

Hello, network. It's been some time since I've addressed everyone, and for that, you have my apologies. For those who have recently arrived in this city, my name is Raul Creed. I'm the general manager of Lion's Gate, a club in the upper-class district of the city, and I am also the head of the Newcomer Political Party, a group created for and by your fellow Newcomers. We operate out of the Newcomer Community Center, which I hope you have all been told about by the greeters, or perhaps have visited. Our center is here for all of your needs, and we also have a Newcomer Fund, which will help you with any expenses. It's a loan that we give out, and while we don't expect you to pay it back, all we ask is that once you are on your feet, consider giving some of your good fortune back, to help any other Newcomers who might be in the port.

[He gives a small, tight smile.] It's a much better deal then what you'll find by AGI, and I highly suggest going with the Fund rather then being indebted by them. If you have any questions concerning this, please let me know, my NV is always on, and I am always ready to answer any questions. We've had a few interesting talks on the network lately, and I can promise you, we are doing everything in our power to fix many of the problems you have aired. I can only ask that, rather then taking immediate action in a violent way, you work with us to make sure it can never happen again in the future.

[He leans back in his chair, a fluffy cat jumping onto the couch and curling up next to him.]

Not everything in this city is serious, though. I'm pleased to announce that the NPP will be holding a Halloween Masquerade, which seems to have become a tradition in this city. It's still up to debate on whether this party should be a costume party, or simply a masked ball, and if anyone has an opinion on this, please let us know. We plan to hold this on the 27th, which is a Saturday, and it will be held at the Newcomer Community Center, which I am assured will be decorated appropriately. [He chuckles.] We're also holding our annual pumpkin carving and costume contest at the center, for any of our younger Newcomers who might wish to attend. This will be on the 25th, for those who would like to come by.

Concerning the community center, we're also in need of a new assistant director, to help our directer, Ms. Vesper Lynd, with the work. It is a part time job, but it will take a lot of work, and we would really appreciate someone who has a lot of ideas for events at the center, groups to be made, or classes. You will also be required to sit through the monthly NPP meetings. We are looking for more people to join the NPP, as well, preferably people who have been here for more then six months, and who have the same ideals as the party; to bring about change in this city, for both Newcomers and citizens, and to change the system from the inside.

I believe that is it. Again, any questions or concerns, or even to inquire as to joining the community center or the Newcomer Political party can be directed to me. Thank you very much for your time and patience.

[And he ends the feed.]

[Private text to Vesper Lynd sent later]

I was wondering if you would be free this Saturday for dinner?

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.

ella_of_frell

[ Well being without a job again kinda sucks. Ella's got the NV on as well, jotting things down on a separate sheet of paper. ]

So... I haven't really been looking at the newsfeed lately, but - being that I'm currently jobless and Meg is the only breadwinner at the moment, I really need to find some work. Any suggestions, or ope-

[ She breaks off as she hears someone at the door, and immediately narrows her eyes. ]

Who are you, and how did you get in here?

Ha ha, 'hilarious', Ella. I'm taking a bath.

Get out!

.. What?

Get out before I call the police!

Don't tell me what t-

[ Ella picks up a familiar looking vase.]

Now!

MAKE ME!!

[ Well that's one command she's glad slipped through her interruptions, turning her attention to the stairs, whistling sharply. ]

Kyra! An Intruder!

NO!

[ This statement is followed by the sound of Ella's pet wolf hurtling down the stairs with a snarl, and then Hattie's voice screaming something as the wolf chases her out. Tensely, Ella walks over to peer outside, before returning to her NV. ]

And apparently I now need a locksmith.

[ OOC: Welcome Hattie back from her con everyone! ]

awakenings

[The video begins with a shot of Re-l's desk, covered in case files and all manner of papers. It quickly adjusts to show her instead, sitting on the sofa in her office. Beside her is a large, black laborador, dozing with his head pressed against her thigh. She doesn't seem to be paying the beast any mind for the most part, arms folded across her chest.]

Most of you don't care to know but the Joker was found dead several days ago in the Darkness. He has yet to return and the force is on high alert for him to reappear at the baseball diamond. Hopefully, he'll see fit to stay home this time.

[It's strange, in a way, that everything's come around full circle. Her trials as an officer started with the Joker; she almost feels as if now would be the perfect time for her to resign. But that wouldn't help things, after all.]

I thought maybe I'd be bored but I found all of this work for me to do in the meantime. Courtesy of Sherlock Holmes. [She rolls her eyes, though her expression turns melancholy.] He, too, has disappeared from the island...as has John Watson. My condolences to their friends and co-workers. They were both fine men.

[It's so formal coming out of her. It makes her sick. She grimaces briefly, the disgust masked as she turns her head towards the dog.]

I suppose I'll be looking after this...monstrosity...until we get him through the proper K9 training he'll need to work with us.

[At his mention, the dog's head perks up and he looks at Re-l, tongue lolling out. Despite all of her exasperation, she reaches out to pet the big, shaggy head. After a moment, she regards the NV.]

To all Newcomers, my name is Re-l Mayer and I'm both a corporal here and a case worker. I'm here to offer aid and information for whatever you may need. I have a document you can look over for basic information, and there is a text to voice function for those who may need it. It's lacking some numbers and contacts for now and I would urge anyone to contact me should they want to be added to the Newcomer Businesses list or if they are affiliated with the hospitals.

If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask. My door's always open and my NV is [unfortunately] always on.

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on all there is is darkness and the sound of fabric against a microphone. It only lasts a moment however as the darkness suddenly gives way to a view of socks and tights in a sock drawer (one belonging to a certain duck girl), currently being turned into a nest by none other that Kyubey. Amidst the socks he settles himself, reaching out with a paw to knock the NV closer.]}

People come and people go. They live and die and that's it for them. Usually. Well, another version of them will continue to exist in an alternate dimension parallel to the one they originated from, but that's making things overly complicated. The fact is that once someone dies, that specific individual is fated to remain dead.

But that's not the case here.

People die and then return to this place with their memories intact or else they arrive here from having been dead before. I've always found this utterly fascinating, now more so than before.

_{[A little ear twitches as he nestles more into the sock drawer.]}

So tell me! I'm curious. What is it like to die? To truly die. What does it feel like to meet death and remember it? What does it make you feel?

Would you wish to live forever if you could?

seaphonic

_{[The feed starts with a sickening crack of a clam shell being smashed against a rock, long fingers prying the shell open with ease. The poor clam is scooped out of its shell and eaten immediately before the shell is tossed carelessly away into the sea water. Syrena's hair is wet and windswept and she tucks part of it behind an ear, scraping a nail against the surface of the rock she's leaning on. Part of her golden tail can be seen for a moment as she lifts it up to splash some water on her back before letting it fall back into the sea water behind her.

She seems, if anything, a little troubled. If she is though, it doesn't show much.]}

There is something I do not understand.

_{[She pulls herself up a bit on the rock then, cradling her face in her palms as she stares at the NV, elbows propped up on the rock and her long hair keeping what would be a rather bare chest out of sight for now.]}

There was a ritual held on the beach this morning. A man and a woman were dressed in white clothes and a man who spoke in the name of God joined them together. I do not recall every word shared but their hearts and souls became one and the same. That is what the man in black and white said to the man and woman. There was music and laughter, movement and song. I wished to sing with them but I did not. I stayed silent and hidden.

Their ritual seemed sacred.

_{[She seems a little forlorn at this if not a tad bit jealous of the happiness she'd witnessed earlier, letting her gaze trail away from the NV to the wet surface of the rock.]}

But I do not understand. What was this ritual? Why were they, until that moment, incomplete? Am I incomplete? I was told that I have a soul, but I do not understand what that means. I was told that I was one of God's creatures, but I do not know of God.

I knew nothing of these things until Philip. Even now, I am ignorant.

How can one who does not know what a soul is have one? How would another person know if one possesses one? It is an important thing, a soul, is it not? If it was not, I do not think Philip would have tried to save people's souls.

_{[She rakes her nails across the surface of the rock before looking back at the NV.]}

If I have a soul, what is it to me? I do not know.