sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: livio

[The NV flickers on to show a brown haired man in his late 20’s.]

Now I’m not really up on all this but we’re sure the core isn't some sort of cosmic cube that’s making someone’s nightmares come to life each night? [he pauses for a few seconds.] I realize there’s little change of anyone understanding what I said even if you were from where I am. I really don’t want to have to deal with one of these things. Believe me the last one I ran into was nothing but trouble.

[He leans back his chair face falling out of frame]

I guess I should be happy I missed the involuntarily sex change that seems to be going around. I can take getting relocated at random, having to figure of bra sizes now that sounds stressful.

I don’t think I've had a chance to relax since May of 45. What do people do for fun around here anyway?

canfindrope

[An uncertain looking Red fidgets on the screen - even now, she still doesn't quite know what she's doing with this device; but...]

Was... Anyone hurt last night? I heard howling.

[Gender changes? What gender changes? Was she supposed to be noticing that?]

runebladeknight

There've been so many departures lately. It really is random, isn't it, how long we stay? I've just realized that it's been a year for me in this place. Though I missed my first "anniversary", as it were. [A slightly amused chuckle.] Fitting enough, considering I forgot my own birthday earlier this year.

[She looks a little reflective now, gaze casting out the window. It's after sirens, so anything could be going on, but from the sounds of it, all is quiet around the boarding house.]

A year can be a long time for some people. Can be full of things they've never had to do before. Is there something in your life that you've done only once? How many of you ever consider doing it again?

[It seems something of an odd question from her, and she's not even clear why she's asked it herself.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

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.

destining

My name is John Baum.

[While he’s recently discovered to have found himself in Canada, in a town that doesn’t seem to exist, John is still reluctant to give his last name. He doesn’t know if his enemies are here and isn’t going to risk the chance. So for now, everyone will know him as Baum and not Connor.]

I’m sort of new to Siren’s Port. [He didn’t come here by choice, doesn’t want to be here, but he might as well learn more about this town.] I received the newcomer letter, but I have a feeling there’s still a lot it’s not telling me.

If anyone here is willing to give me a bit more information, especially those Darkness monsters, it would really help me out a lot.

Thanks.

( Hackable Audio )

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.

madeinoblivion

Along with everything else that's been happening weirdly, I think my bosses finally admit I had nothing to do with the whole kiss cam mess at the stadium, earlier this week.

[a pause, and then the boy laughs-]

(...It was still really funny, though.) If the traffic accidents weren't happening, then the whole thing would be hilarious. I should be focusing on stuff that's more serious, I guess, but there's only so much preparing for the worst a guy can do in one go.

So, do you think it's some new SERO worker who finally lost i and snapped? That's what I've heard people saying. Or that some student got pulled off scholarship from SPU's computer department, and decided to take it out on everything. Zipz Arcade, and I hear AGI's clubs all got nailed last night. Whoever's doing it must really hate everything about this city.

How's crew and tech doing at the Felton, Riku, do you need an extra hand?

I'm just glad this network's still not completely bonkers.

Hah. Watch me speak too soon.

thelittlestbub

[Well, here's a face that's been mostly absent for a long while.

Jubilee is laying on her stomach, her arms and shoulders visible. She's got a very thin, very small paint brush in her hand, and a black bowl of something brownish-red that she's applying to her skin. Her hair is up in a pair of twin pigtails. Behind her, plants of all sorts sprout, indicating that she's up in the greenhouse again.

She frowns at the design on her arm, and keeps working.]

So, guys. Everyone's noticed the weird funky things with electronics right? Hasn't hit here yet, but, ya know. Whatever. I'm waiting.

[She dips the brush into the bowl, and goes back to working on the design on her arm.]

Now, onto what I wanted to ask.

I need nude models. Men, women, pairs, groups, whatever. I'm sketching again. The pictures will be done tastefully, you can have a copy of it, if you want and nothing will go on display anywhere without express written permission.

[She puts down the brush and picks up a paper, showing it to the camera. It's a release form for pictures. She drops it next to her.]

So, anyone wanna volunteer?

[She cuts the feed.

OOC: Action for residents/friends is cool]

beenwaitinglong

[Diego sits at his desk in his office, though he's not doing any work. Even though there is a massive pile of it sitting on the table beside him, various case files for a whole stack of investigations. He's just sitting, staring who knows where, tapping his fingers.

After a moment, he picks up one of the coffee cups beside him and holds it without taking a sip, as though contemplating it.]

The waning days of summer. The last few days of sweltering heat that shrivel and fall pathetic and lukewarm in the night. The first cool breezes that never quite make it to touch your skin before they fade. The dying lawns, the caretakers foregoing the mowing or the watering since there's no point anymore. The somber sound of little footsteps marching back to school, back out of the sunlight, back to reality.

The waning days of summer. The end of the brightness, the warmth, the carefree happiness. The turning of the earth into the phase of death and decay.

[He stares at the cup for a long moment, as though debating whether or not to drink from it. At last he takes a sip, then lets the cup down with a thump.]

Ha...! Bitter...

I hate this time of year.

hulkbusted

[It's Saturday morning and Bruce's NV is propped against something to show him seated with a cup of something (tea, considering the string and tag hanging over the cup's lip) in the foreground. People move behind him, some holding cups of coffee before they take seats out of the camera's view. Looks like he's at an outdoor cafe. It also looks like he's found a charity that offers clothes to the poor and/or new arrivals because he's wearing a slightly dingy pale green button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up over his forearms and a couple of buttons left open at the collar.]

Hiring in Siren's Port doesn't go the way it does most other places, does it? I couldn't give the panel at Siren's Port University my CV and published papers for examples of my work, but a few days of filling white boards with equations seems to have done the trick. It's much faster than hiring back home, too, but I guess there's a lot of turnover around here.

In addition, I'm offering my services as an after hours tutor while the days are long and until I go home, whenever that may be. If you need help with math or science up to the post-graduate level in most disciplines, contact me [he leans forward and swipes his fingers over the display, and a link appears at the bottom of the video screen] and we can make arrangements.

In the meantime, I'm at Cafe Bijan, and there are a few people who have been helpful to me since I arrived that I would happily buy a coffee. [He smiles, and the humor is meant mostly for himself and maybe one other person.] Unless you don't drink... coffee.

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.]

duomaxwell

[This video feed turns on to not a person, but a view of some one's only slightly furnished bedroom. There are still boxes about, a few things not quite put away, and the bed is a bit of a mess as well.

Eventually Duo sits down in front of his NV, looking... decidedly unhappy. The post isn't locked at all. It's open to everyone, and there's obviously a reason for that.

He scratches at the back of his short hair, letting out a quiet sigh before finally speaking.]

Claire Bennett is gone... again...

[There's an odd nose in his voice, morose sounding, almost like he intends to go on with his thought but decides against it at the last minute.]

I uh--... [a pause to clear his throat] Helen, I can take Mr. Muggles... in case she comes back.

[That note to his voice again. Call it a feeling, weird intuition, whatever. He just isn't so sure she's coming back this time. Maybe it's better that way. Who knows. He doesn't say it, though. He could just as easily been wrong. Wouldn't be the first time, right?]

Anyway... guess if anyone needs me for anything or whatever... I'm living at Uzushio now.

[He sighs, dropping his hand to his lap and looking away. It's the same as all the other weird pauses, though - whatever is on his mind, he isn't saying it out loud. He moves out of frame again and the feed shuts off a few seconds later.]

vash

hekki cutruzebs if surebs oirt,

[Yeah, that didn't come out right. The feed swiftly turns to video and there's a nervous looking face of a blonde spiky haired guy.]

Sorry about that. This keypad is a lil too small for my fingers! [There's a small click as he pushes the keypad back in place, laughing nervously]

I've never seen anything like this before, it's kinda like Lost Technology. [He scratches the back of his head, staring at the device curiously then suddenly puts on a serious face and lets out an exaggerated clearing of the throat.]

ANYWAY! What I was trying to type was: Hello citizens of Siren's Port! My name is Paul Duchante. I hail from a far away place called Ciel!

[Cue melodramatic, wistful sigh as he looks up to the sky] Such a beautiful place... [He then coughs and the serious expression returns in full force; so suddenly it would knock you off your chair.]

It's nice to meet you all! Though I realize this isn't the most pleasant of situations to be in. [He lets out a dejected sigh, he never could catch a break back home either.] Nevertheless, I thought it only polite that I introduce myself and offer my assistance in any way I can!

[His face is too serious now, and was he... sparkling? He couldn't be... ]

Especially if you happen to be a beautiful lady~!

[Nope, he was definitely sparkling.]

andr_ai_a

[There's supposed to be a video feed, but it's pitch black and it's hard to see. It's night and you can barely make out a female, slightly illuminated by the Core building's light.]

Hm... well, I see a lot is going on in this place. The welcoming committee was a little less comforting than I'm sure they meant to be.

[She stops a moment, and you can make out her features a bit better. Teal eyes, teal hair. She eyes some of the signs around the baseball diamond.]

Someone's got a sense of humor.

So... go to the light or head into the pitch black towards what I can only imagine is just my very own personal parade.

Hm. Tough choice.

Anyone see any other outsider sprites around here?

terroristpriest

[ The video clicks on and reveals a shabby looking guy with the biggest nose you've ever seen and a headful of wild, messy black hair. Also, he appears to be in some kind of weird suit. He doesn't seem to realize the communicator is on right away, pushing at a few of the buttons to make the feed cut on and off and back on again before he figures it out. When he does, there's a grin and a flash of sharp, white teeth. ]

Ahaha, hey there! Looks like I finally got this hunk of junk working. [ He laughs a little, and it sounds... Not hollow, but not entirely heartfelt. ] You don't gotta fill me in on everythin'! Some kid gave me the basic lowdown already, y'know. Hard to believe that stuff they're sayin' about monsters and companies is really true, huh? [ This weird guy laughs again. Seriously, what's up with him? ] Anyway, name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood, priest. Nice to meetcha!

[ And he barely gets that out before there's an audible gurgle from his stomach. He looks a bit surprised but he smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. Yep, this was the real reason he posted. ]

Ah, y'see... I was wondering if anyone knew where a guy could get a bite to eat?

gaveherwings

This city...

The utter lack of planning for the future of its citizens is ever just-so-slightly disconcerting, troubling enough to bring me around and back to it again and again.

I do consider in stride that Romdeau, the city I've come from, was rigidly modeled and structured. That no single entity beyond the administrative body was permitted to extend its influence wildly over the population. But I also have to consider its ultimate crippled fate, for over-reliance on automated management. The dearth of options and openness, and what was sacrificed for order and a peaceable system. Still, I often hesitate to call it better or worse here.

And yet... there are small encounters which leave a man questioning these things, constantly. I don't speak about them over the network much, because it doesn't really suit the daily, casual discussions the newcomer community carries on here. Not everyone cares for speaking about societies. That and my, ah- unique perspective usually requires a good deal of preliminary explanation.

Still. It's good to hear some fresh opinions. There are some newer arrivals I haven't spoken with yet, or seen at the clinic.
( OOC- Cut, because this got long )

themonarch

So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

[Click]

((OOC: Double post with

acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

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. ]

runebladeknight

[[Slightly forward-dated to about 7:30AM]]

[Celes's face is businesslike as ever, at first glance. But those with keener perception might notice a tinge of sadness in her eyes. She's not going to allow it to get to her that much, especially not in public. She can handle these things. And it's not what the first part of this post is about, anyway.]

And so the media coverage begins. Can't say I'm looking forward to that much, but I suppose it's unavoidable here. Back home, I had to put up with far less of this pageantry when it came to trials. I never thought I would prefer anything of that place over what's here.

[She sighs quietly, and then filters the rest of the post.]

[Filtered to fellow SPPD officers.]

Do I even need to ask if anyone else caught the static blast from Kotetsu's NV last night?

Current Mood: pessimistic

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...