sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: mercy thompson

[Kurt is at the Community Center, looking well-dressed and businesslike. He has placed his NV in front of him and speaks cordially into it.]

I'm afraid this is a tad belated, but I'd still like to extend my greetings to any and all new arrivals in the Port. I'm Kurt Hummel, assistant director of your Newcomer Community Center, and I'd like to--

[He's cut off by noise and laughter. A group of teenagers can be seen at the window, messing around with the Darkness proofing and attempting to vandalize the Center. Kurt has an unreadable expression as he pulls away and calmly steps outside.

Once he's out there, a gunshot can he heard. He's fired one into the sky.]

GET OUT! YOUR MOTHERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU! GO HOME AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN, YOU LITTLE--

[They scatter, and he calmly re-holsters his pistol and walks back over to the camera. He straightens his clothes and sits back down.]

As I was saying, welcome. If you have any questions about life in the Port or our status as Newcomers in general, don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you!

justwillow

[The feed starts with the ceiling getting further away and a crash as the NV hits the floor. Willow rubs her hand looking down at the NV tapping it gingerly with her finger drawing back. Huh... No shocking.]

That’s weird.

[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]

Buff--

[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]

[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]

Will!

[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]

( TL;DR? They get attacked by Appliances. )

((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))

fluffybeard

[There is a man in a bar. In a corner, alone. He has a glass in his hand and a sword on his back. He looks flushed and well within the throws of alcohol. He sighs heavily and turns a page of the book he calls and NV and starts speaking.]

So I have a hypothetical for all you fellow prisoners.

[He smiled, though it wasn't one of happiness, it was one that portrayed a different emotion. It was filled with a bitter sadness and the only way the man could be smiling was because that was his way of dealing with it.]

If you arrived here... and someone you loved had no idea who you are what would you do? Cause I've been thinking it over. My first thought was to get drunk and that worked really well. I don't think it's helped me suss the issue out any. I guess that means Garret Hawke is back on the market.

[He drains the rest of his glass and puts it down with a thunk on the table.]

Any and all suggestions welcomed, don't be shy. Unless your name is Anders. Then you can be shy. Very shy. In fact, forget I said anything.

fluffybeard

Ah- yes. Hello. This... is Garret Hawke here. The Champion of Kirkwall. I appear to be in a place that's... not where I went to sleep. So either I've been drinking in the Hanged man again, or I've been kidnapped by some form of wily demon.

[He sighed and gave that beard a scratch.]

The thing is, I'm a big fan of knowing where I am, and there's a lot of things here that really make me question what I had to drink last night. These buildings don't look like anything in Kirkwall. Or Fereldan. Maybe these are tevinter buildings? No. Fenris probably would have commented on how they were built by slaves or something.

[He shook his head and sighed.]

Well. If anyone could give me information I'd pay them in... [He checked for his purse.] A charming smile and perhaps even a flirty wink.

canavarum

[It took him a little while to actually get the video working this time, what with the initial panic at waking up completely not himself (disturbing to say the least) and other distractions, but eventually he does and Siren's Port gets treated to a top half naked Fenris apparently admiring himself in front of a mirror.]

These markings really do go everywhere, don't they? I mean I can't say that I really appreciate waking up without my magic and as Fenris of all people- [Their argument and the news it gave him are still largely fresh in his mind, after all.] -but now that I've had a little time to get used to it, I don't think it's really all bad...

[Anders grins then, which probably looks extremely out of place on Fenris' face because brooding elves don't do happy.]

Oh, what about this? "My name is Fenris and I think that mages should be allowed to be free and make their own choices in life! And I never meant any of the terrible things I said to anyone!"

[So much for how well they'd been starting to get along before then.]

"And also I have a fantastic ass and shouldn't hide it with that tunic or the bloody great big sword."

showbizpanache

If I hear about that dead Hunter one more time I'm going to lose it. There is a man you should all be mourning-- His name is Franz d'Epinay.

I'm getting really sick of how backwards this place is.

mulletrock

[Dean's showing a different side of himself to the Port today with his charm full on in effect and no beer in his hand or irritated look on his face.

He's not usually on the network, and stays in his own circle but after a while of living off of hustling and bets on the side he's finally figured out if he wants perks he actually needs to get a job.]

Hey. My name is Dean Winchester, I don't make an appearance on this thing very often but I've been here for a few months and I've got the greeter gig so I might've run into some of you on the field once or twice before.

I'm lookin' for work. Somethin' that'll help me bring in the groceries and get somethin' nice for my apartment.

Let me know if you've got any positions available and we'll get t'know each other better.

[Dean goes to turn off his NV but winds up putting it on holo. You can see him sit down to eat some late night tacos and watch him fold his laundry. He starts in on cleaning his guns when he sees the light still blinking.]

-- How the hell?

[He picks up his phone and flips it open and closed a few times.]

Friggin' piece of crap.

[The rifling and attempts to turn it off go on for a few more minutes before the screen goes dark.]

Why couldn't this place leave my phone the way it was?

[The audio disconnects and the feed is completely gone.]

paterelohim

[Chuck looks, in a word, busted. His face is tense and stressed, gelled hair messy from the wind. When he backs away from the NV it's obvious that he's posting from the top of a cliff, and seemingly hasn't noticed that it's almost time for evening sirens. He looks down solemnly, unsure how to make his announcement.]

As of Wednesday, Anna Milton is dead. [He killed her. His hands twist his shirt nervously.] If you were in Sector Four that day and saw a weird flash of bright white light- that was her.

[The smallest tense sigh.]

She's gone, and if there's any mercy left here, she won't come back the way she was. Fred hasn't come back, either, and they're far from the only ones.

[He takes a deep breath and then, a little unusually for him, looks up and right into the camera, silhouetted by the last rays of sunset.]

And there's something I think I need to say. A lot of people wonder what the point is to being here- between this much loss, so many comings and goings, and the constant knowledge that going home means forgetting the Port, you wonder if there's even a point to being here- to trying. Why does it matter, you think, if nothing here changes what happens at home.

[Chuck is making a speech here, but it has an almost pleading note. It's as genuine as it is personal.]

But if you've been here for more than a week, if you've met a single other person here and told them your name, then you've done something. If you've made a friend here or an enemy or looked someone in the eye and told them a truth you didn't think you knew, then you've done something. Maybe the epiphany you had or the feelings you expressed don't last when you go home, but the person you connected with- they'll remember. Even if you vanish tomorrow, you left a mark behind.

I lost people this week who are really important to me- one person from home who needed a second chance, and an amazing woman from a world I'll never get to see. If she comes back she might not know me- I'll never see that version of her again. That doesn't invalidate the year she spent here. It happened, and it matters, partly because she made a difference to everyone she met. She wasn't afraid to really live here.

[He falls silent for a moment, looking out over the cliff-side at the setting sun. It's getting hard to see him now in the twilight.]

Everyone you meet here is in the same boat you are. If you keep losing people here or you learn things about your future you wish you didn't know... Whether you're getting a second chance or if you're someone else's second chance- whatever the case may be, you owe it to the people around you and to yourself to try and do something with it.

Because even if you get sent home and you forget, the one thing you will never be... is forgotten.

justwillow

Hey, This is more a message to specific people post, I'm sorry.

Oh- Oh! Though, I would like the magically-inclined peoples thoughts on maybe getting a social group together? Kind of wiccan-witch-sorcerer-sorceress-mage alliance? A little something to share thoughts, Spells, potion ingredients. Little tips and tricks I have.

[Willow smiles at the camera, tucking her hair behind ear, lifting the NV up for a moment.]

I thought there could be cookies and coffee or cake or something. And anyone would be invited, if they have an interest in magic or are magical themselves. But um- yeah. Any good thoughts would be good!

[And that's where the feed ends for most of you!]
( [Private to Xellos 85% unhackable] )
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tea_lover64

For those of you who knew my nephew Zuko, he disappeared this morning. It was as if he vanished, not a trace of him anywhere.

[He had made an effort of looking]

I think that it will probably be for the best, he has much work to do back home.

[It is a bittersweet parting. He was glad to have family here, but he would rather Zuko be off fufilling his destiny]

showbizpanache

[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]

All of you, please.

Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.

[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]

socius

What do angels mean to you? Miracles, Heaven, the Holy of Holies. Do you have religion back home?

...

What do you believe in?

astralling

Hi.

[Prue looks less than stellar- eyes slightly rimmed with red, makeup just barely smudged enough to indicate that she was probably crying a while ago, or came close recently. She's frustrated and has a small smear of ash on one cheek.]

Does anyone have any experience with their magic or- or powers from home not working right here?

I can't make any spell work. I've tried everything I can, and almost nothing I've done since I came here has done anything but almost destroy my ceiling.

[She makes an almost painfully frustrated noise in her throat, teeth on edge and eyes watering angrily.]

This is ridiculous, I'm stronger than this.

justwillow

['Sup Port!

At the moment, all you can see is the ceiling. It's a very nice ceiling indeed, but this isn't what you want to see on your NV. But you hear voices! And Music. This is better right. Some delightful dancey music starts to get louder and louder.]

"So many girls in here where do I begin?"

[And the music really gets going. But hang on, what's that? That's a floating bear. Stuffed Animal bear. And it's dancing in the air. Are you seeing this? But that's not really the main show and suddenly the view changes, losing focus with the motion before you see Willow.

Except, there is something different about Willow this time. As the NV floats along to the music, You get a full picture of Willow dancing to the music fully going for it, In her underwear. Yup. Congratulations port. You have just unlocked the watch Willow dance in bra and panties achievement.]

Where them girls girls at?

[She's singing along- until her eyes open. A brief look of horror spreads across her face before she snatches the NV out of the air, the picture going black.]

electricitytrick

[The video opens to a small apartment that's crowded with an array of empty boxes, foam, and all the rubbish that builds up when trying to put together flat-packed furniture. A small kitten plays enthusiastically with a discarded plastic bag while another, slightly older, cat is curled up watching from inside an empty box.

The video shakes and shows a quick, dizzying shot of the bare walls and ceiling of the apartment as Anders checks it's working and then puts it down on the nearest slightly stable flat surface. He's laughing far too easily, and an empty bottle of wine glimpsed briefly amongst the boxes probably explains that rather well. Fortunately with Fenris and Zevran there as well, it's not likely that he finished the entire bottle alone, though he's also quite a bit drunker than the other two seem to be. ~~Lightweight~~

He grins readily at the screen and waves with a screwdriver.]

So, we thought between the three of us that we'd get all this sorted out, but apparently not even magic can make some of this stuff go together properly. Although not for lack of trying on my part! So, I don't suppose there's anyone who mightn't mind giving us a hand or some sort of advice? I'm certain that the three of us could find some way to repay you...

[Zevran approaches Anders, sliding an arm around his shoulders and grinning suggestively.]

I still think it would be better if we'd made our little request in less clothes... but I assure you, we are very agreeable. Please help.

[Fenris looks suitably unimpressed with the pair of them.]
With clothing on.

[[ooc: Anders, Zevran, and Fenris! All three will be around and tagging!]]

orderfromchaos

[A very neat, red-headed teenager gazes at the screen, with the basic, spartan floorplan of a Towers apartment behind him. Strangely, the typically run-down room looks immaculate. And not just as though it's been cleaned, but as though it never got dirty in the first place. The colors of the old wall paper - and it is the old pattern, not anything adding during the refurbishing - are as bright and clear as if it were put up yesterday. The little cracks in the walls and old stains on the flooring are nowhere to be found.]

Uh, hi everybody?

[awkward wave]

I'm Dillon. Newbie, but I'm starting to get a sense of how things work here. Is there a junkyard or vehicle impound or anything like that around? I'm thinking about fixing something up for a project.

And, okay, this might seem like a weird question, but have any of you been to a place that was just...endless red sand, and weird detritus from different places and times, and maybe an ocean slowing pouring in from a hole in the sky?

Yeah, I know, crazy acid trip stuff, right? But I'd appreciate knowing if that sounds familiar to anybody. Thanks.

[Some of Dillon's infomoddy type powers will work to a limited extent over the NV, so please glace over his permissions post. You don't have to fill out the whole thing if you don't want to, but if you're replying by voice or video, I'd really appreciate a quick ooc note about what it is/isn't okay for him to learn. Thanks a million, guys.]

deformed

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servingfather

[There's a dark-haired woman who may or may not be familiar to some sitting in Mary's living room. One archangel has been drafted Mary's ~~babysitter~~ bodyguard and Michael tends to hang around the Winchester mama as a woman. In "Mikaela's" lap is a thick book which she seems almost done with.]

The locals have gotten a little ansty lately to pull this latest stunt, honestly I'm not all that surprised. Humanity has been at odds with itself for a long time. It's a bit...sad to see.

[She closes the book and puts it onto a nearby coffee table.]

To all of the new arrivals, welcome to Canada. Best get inside before the sirens go off.

[Private to the victims of the Newcomer Hunt]

I'm a friend of Mary's and I'd like to offer my services in your time of need. My powers allow me to take away the pain without removing the damage for any who might want to go to the police and have evidence to show for it. I can also heal any injury to appear like it never happened, which is an offer that will remain open indefinitely. You can request for me to heal you of your injuries at any time you wish and you can also request to what extent you want done.

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.

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.