sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: madam red

Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

circumsutus

[The video feed starts, facing a blank whiteboard resting against a wall. Stein's voice is a little bit amused, a little bit exasperated.]

It's come to my attention that some of the adults in this city are spreading misinformation to the children.

Human infants do not come from dragons, storks, or anything else not human.

[At some point early on, Death had decided that Sid would be a better candidate for giving the students the sex ed talk than Stein would be. Either because the zombie was more sensitive to the student's emotional states than the mad scientist, or because it was a situation that would make Sid uncomfortable, and Sid being uncomfortable was usually hilarious.

Whatever the reason, Stein hasn't had to give one of these before.

He does tend to ramble a bit, including a rabbit-trail discussion of duck anatomy, but overall it's a fairly straightforward discussion of human anatomy, sexual relations, and how to avoid pregnancy and STDs. There are a lot of diagrams drawn on the whiteboard. Also a dissection of cow and bull reproductive organs.

It's all very detached and scientific and thorough. And probably also very disturbing to the group of people of varied ages who are locked in the room with him.]

gtfo_mypersonalspace

[ The feed starts with William facing the screen. He was about to post to the network about something boring, presumably, but before he even starts, his attention is drawn off screen. There's the faint sound of meowing and scratching. ]

Alright, hold on. I will let you in.

[ He's addressing one of his cats, the one they had named after their coworker, Ronald Knox. The feline had asked to go outside earlier and has, apparently, returned from his outing.

The video gets a little shaky as William attempts to hold the NV in one hand and open the door with the other. ]

Did you at least enjoy yourself--what is that?

[ Seems Little Ronnie decided to bring his daddy a present. Such a suck up, just like the real Ronald. Except instead of nice cup of coffee during a busy work day, Little Ronnie has brought William his latest catch...

A pigeon.

And if you have ever gotten on the topic of birds with William, you would be well aware of how much he respects the creatures - and would have liked to own one again, if he were not already housing three cats.

William places the NV down on the floor and begins to scold the cat. All within plain view of the NV screen - which he's forgotten is recording, by this point. ]

No. Bad Ronnie. Put the pigeon down this instant.

DOWN. NOW.

[ Finally the bird is released, but not because William commanded. No, it's because now it's time to play with his catch! Little Ronnie begins to bat his toy around, showing his daddy just how fun his new present is! But William will have none of that, and scoops the bird up. It's alive, but badly injured.

As William fusses, Ronnie can be seen following the movement of the bird in William's hands, tail flicking eagerly. ]

Do not look at me like that. This bird should not have been harmed simply because you were bored and needed something to play with. Now I need to locate a veterinarian.

[ Finally remembering his NV, William snatches it up and clicks the feed off, not really noting or caring that it had been recording. There are more important things to tend to right now! ]

maddeninghatter

[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]

I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.

[ It isn't his car. ]

So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.

[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]

I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?

[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]

integrity

[When the video feed turns on, Crowley is examining a pair of handcuffs. They appear extraordinarily normal, save for the fact that Crowley is in what appears to be a sex shop, and he appears pretty pleased with himself.

He's been back in town for about three hours -- and he hasn't told anyone. No, he wants to savor it -- to revel in the fact that he has won. He did it. He, and no one else, managed to win the game that is Life. Screw the Winchesters, screw Castiel, screw everyone, he managed what no one else did.

He beat the Leviathan.

So why not enjoy himself a little? And, true to form (though perhaps much happier than the Port is used to), Crowley tosses the NV the most insufferably lazy smirk known to mankind.]

I will have you all know that I have official documentation, signed by several important people that you should all care about, stating that I am now the ruling king of Canada.

[He is completely and utterly serious.]

I accept fruit baskets and fine liquor as tribute. Anyone who attempts to give me flowers or honey will be shot and fed to the dogs.

[Didn't you miss him, Siren's Port?]

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]

secretlabtech

Hello, Siren's Port. I heard you like questions, and you haven't been asked nearly enough recently. So I have a question for you. Think carefully about it, now. When do you think killing someone is justifiable? -DD
[ Dexter is bored thumbing through records at work, and found out how to send anonymous texts. Not having someone to kill is making him antsy, and this is just a good way to have a little fun--and maybe illuminate some people to him who could stand a little closer scrutiny. Maybe he'll even find a playmate~

Edit 07/08 OOC: Apologies for the delay, I've been on hiatus.]

surgicalshot

[He meant to turn this on voice, but he's so used to video that he puts it on that. Tenma doesn't notice it at first; he looks worried, even a little scared. He's sitting in the cafeteria of the hospital, but his place of food is untouched, and he looks like a mess.]

I...I'm unsure of what to do with a problem I have. It's not really something I can let everyone know, but I...

[He stops, looking down at his NV. He realizes then that it's on video, and he attempts a smile, but it doesn't seem to really work.]

There's so much good in this city. I know so many people who are honest, decent people. But then there's people who hurt just for the sake of hurting. They think that the lives of some people are worth more then others. That's what those people did, when they manufactured that virus. They thought... [He breaks off, sucking in a breath.]

Has anyone been forced to make a decision that they don't think is right? But when I mean forced, it's being given a choice between two things, both of which aren't good. You don't have to do it, but if you don't do it, it could have consequences for people.

This is almost worse then back home...

I guess I...don't know what to do. I took an oath to help people. That's what we as doctors do. I never signed up to hurt anyone, that's not what I would ever want to do.

[This text is added to the bottom of his post a few hours later.]

( Story is under an IC cut )

gotsomebadnoose

[a burst of static. Shadows blot out the corners, dip into the frame. Dim. Dreary. Lee's been thinking. It's a dangerous place to be. Makes him lament. Reminds him of things he didn't have or of what he did have, but lost. Out of reach. Out of grasp. Close enough that maybe, just maybe the tips of his fingers could brush it, but then he'd just knock it away. Weighed down by a heavy heart. Heavy mind.

The audio kicks in with a loud crackle and adjusts into a tolerable almost hum in the background. A corpse, well tended to- dressed in a jacket, black sweater, and jeans, slumped in a chair- head lulled to the side, tilted back against the backrest of the chair, and craned against the cement wall, lies. At a glance, the figure was only in a deep rest. A sleep of ages claiming both body and breath, stilling his pulse and stealing his color. Blue lips parted. Words left unspoken, silenced by a descended crowbar. The scene faintly illuminated by a pale blue glow.

The video remains stubbornly glued to the body. The speaker standing somewhere behind the device.]

I've b__n th_nking again...I r______…what my life was __ke bef___ this place an_ _ rea____…there w_sn't m_ch th___e. I ___ed my life with___ RE__LY living it. Then again, everything in between ___ ____ght, I ___ss. __ o___ it hadn't ended the way it DID.

[silence slips in, the static simmering to a barely audible level. His words easier to hear. Images of the last few hours he had lived float on the surface. Lee speaks quietly. He didn't want to startle those memories.]

Anyways, what do y_u do when you're feeli_g bl-...down?

I'd really like to k__w.

( non-static version )

universaljanitor

[Anyone who ventures outside after the morning sirens will be able to find a certain piece of paper plastered just about everywhere within a six foot man's reaching distance. And the papers are literally everywhere. On trash cans, walls, doors, stuffed in mail slots and mailboxes, even a good few dropping down the chimney in wrapped up little bags. Heck, there are even some bobbing about in the half-frozen waters in the Port.

But in addition to all of this, just an hour or so after the sirens go off, just about everyone the Doctor's seen post to the network since his arrival (regardless of if he's spoken to them or not) is getting a text with a very simple message... and a rather familiar looking attachment.]

ATTN: Don't miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime!
_____________________image attachment: A LIMITED TIME OFFER

mom_to_us_all

[That thing you see there, blocking your NV screen... is a paw. A gigantic paw. But have no fear, a moment later it's moved away and the nose of a big canine is sniffling it now--

sniff, sniff...

If you thought it was over, have a very wet tongue is tasting it now...

slurp, slurp...

The tongue finally moves away and we can see a white wolf staring skeptically at the screen... Yes, skeptically.]

Has anyone seen a sparkly prophet? He looks exactly like this:

[The words appear as if she had used some kind of brush, but they immediately transform into readable text in the NVs. Then, a drawing:]

[Yup, exactly like that.]

rehashes

fuck the fucking snow
it aint even worth a rap
it sucks like haiku

[ all there is to say on the matter. ]

seaphonic

_{[The feed comes on with a splash as the NV is fished out of water, water droplets obscuring the view for a moment as Syrena squirms and sets it up on the edge she can reach of the chipped ceramic vanity in the tiny bathroom she's been confined to. She's topless, as usual, only this time her beautiful golden tail can be seen in full view, crammed into the bathtub she's stuck in, the fin hanging over the edge. Sliding back into the bath with a splash she reaches into a bucket beside her, pulling out a fish, skewering it on a finger. She looks, well, rather unhappy, but wouldn't you be if you were a mermaid in a tub?]}

I do not like the bathtub.

_{[An irritated little hiss slips her as she takes a bite from the fish, chewing it slowly.]}

This is the second time I have been in a bathtub. The first time was with Mary. She washed my hair. I had legs then. It was far more comfortable.

_{[Without much ceremony, Syrena stuffs the rest of the fish in her mouth as she shifts again in the water, dipping her fingers in to splash it up over her shoulders and neck.]}

Captain Jack Sparrow decided I was to be rescued from the ice and water because of the snow. I did not want to be saved. There was no need for it. I would have been safe beneath the water until the storm had passed.

_{[She seems to slip down again, tail sliding out of the water even more as she slumps her shoulders together, reaching over the side of the tub to grab...a can of tuna? She pierces the metal tin with her nails, prying the top open. Without any hesitation she dips her fingers in, shoving pieces of the white meat past her lips. It doesn't take long for her to finish and when the can is clean, she whips it away violently.]}

I am tired of being held captive in tiny places. The first time it was a glass box and now I am confined to a bathtub. I am tired of eating the same fish and fish in metal containers. I want squid or clams. Jellyfish. Lobsters or crabs. Seaweed. Even a hot dog or a twinkie. _{[Wait what? Blame Pickles for introducing her to the latter.]}

I want to taste the salt of the sea. This water is not salty at all.

I do not know how long I have been here. Jack Sparrow, return me to the sea. I will die if I am forced to stay in this bathtub any longer.

faking

Ugh, I've been laid up.

[Alois is reclining on a plush couch, which seems to make his statement more dramatic. His top half is visible, and he's dressed in a cream nightgown - lacy collar, buttons down the front - and a lavender dressing gown. He clearly isn't dead or dying and he clearly is rather well off, for someone whose tone implies that his world is slowly collapsing in on itself. (The room as seen behind him is lavish, a rich person's house. Why the hell is he even bitching?)

Well.]

This is only the first day of it and I can't even deal with that much. It's supposed to be a while before I can be about. I fear I shall waste away after days and days of nothing but rest and relaxation...

[No, seriously, he needs to check his priorities, doesn't he?]

And not even due to illness! [He's becoming animated now, a little, waving one hand. Waste away? Fat chance.] No, since this morning I've got a bum leg. Seriously. It's completely useless for anything now. And I've gotten something else useless...

[Adjusting the camera, he turns the view to a little coffee table, and atop that table is a pair of boots standing upright. They're light brown, cream-colored laces up the front, and they look like they go to mid-calf whereabouts. They're very nice boots and very unremarkable, and it's not really clear why they should be useless.

Aside from the fact that their heels are flat.]

I can't wear these at all, not even when I get better. Piece of shit. Anyway, I've got loads of others, supposed to be - safer - I won't wear any of them, though. I'm up for giving them away, if somebody wants them. They're a size nine. Claim them if you like.

[Shift, shift. He sits upright, suddenly.] Oh, but I've missed you all, tons! Well, some of you, at least. Before I was breaking legs, I was doing business, or trying to, or trying to learn, but Ciel isn't a very great teacher, don't tell him I said that. [His smile says he knows Ciel will hear of it anyway.] Funtom didn't do very well during that storm, of course, but things should be fine, now. Hey, how about this? If you get a pair of my boots, you ought to go on and see the store, too. It's a good deal, right? Right?

sheepworrying

[Wolf is sitting in his living room, lounging back on his old sofa. In his mouth is a chicken bone, apparently from the chicken carcass sitting on the coffee table beside him. Oddly enough, it doesn't look like the chicken was cooked.

He sighs, picking his teeth with the bone and glancing at the NV.]

City life is making me soft.

[He sits up, launching into a dramatic monologue complete with occasional rolled r's.]

Back home, I didn't have a house or a place to call my own. I was a man of the wilderness, open and frrrree, every day the new beginning of a new adventure! I woke up with the sun and slept under the moon, I dined on the fish and fowl and the fruits of the earth as I found them! Every town was something new, new places to see and people to avoid and beautiful young ladies to admire! OH!

[A sudden snarl.]

But here-- look at me! [He gestures at himself.] Just look! I'm a house dog, here! I'm just a normal old sadsack peasant with my normal old job and my normal old apartment, submitting to the same daily grind I used to pity people for!

[He sighs miserably, gnawing on the chicken bone. Finally he glances up at the camera.]

I want... I want excitement. I want excitement and danger, thrills and drama, I want a rrrrrrromance! I want to drink sweet wine and eat fine foods and enjoy every moment of it! There's a whole city out there that nobody ever pays attention to in our constant trials to stay alive and keep our heads down and make enough money to keep the companies off our backs! Blah, blah, BLAH.

I want to go out tonight and MAKE something of the night! Not just tonight, but every night!

Well- no, wait, I can't really say every night, because I do love my early bedtimes on occasion, hahaha, but SOME NIGHTS.

How about it, huh? Let us Newcomers go out and LIVE our lives instead of hiding inside! When the lights go out and the darkness comes out-- that's when WE'LL come out, my friends!

Who's with me!?

aslandish

[ There are no grand and glorious proclamations this day, nor joy nor exultations, though his mood is far from poor. Rather, he is thoughtful, and it reflects in his words and tone. ]

A star falls from heaven.

Can it someday return, restored to its proper place?

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