sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: rainbow dash

[McCoy is sitting in the break room again, it's late and the lights are dimmed, probably to conserve power, but the soda machine is glowing somewhere behind him and his NV is casting it's own faint blue light from the screen he has open. He looks tired, but that's far from unusual. It's been a busy few weeks. He pulls a pen from between his teeth before he speaks, the poor thing looks half mauled already.]

I'm starting to realized the lot of you still go out monster hunting despite any sort of common sense. So before I ask anything, i'm going to state right now that it's still not something I approve of, but you're all big kids and can make your own decisions.

That being said, I need a few favors.

Aside from the alarming amount of injuries and deaths that have been occurring due to 'natural' disasters, there's been a great deal of damage done to the proofing around here. Which means the critters have been getting in... which means we get to deal with more surprise injuries at night. And, disappointingly enough, we have little working knowledge on how to deal with certain poisons and venom these little bastards are chalked full of. If either SERO or AGI have coined the market on treatments, they're not sharing. Go figure.

To even begin to work on a proper treatment we need the actual poison to work with. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this...

[He frowns, scowls even, as a thought comes to him.] And before you go holding out your hand, the only reward that comes with this is gratitude and me not chewing your ass out if...when a reckless night ends you up on my table. Take it or leave it.

horsepower

[Salutations, Siren's Port. You've just been greeted by a slate grey boy with shattered candy corn horns jutting out of his head. His prim dialect might sound out of place with his mouth full of broken teeth and the long, greasy hair framing his face. The video cuts in and out on many NVs, or flickers black around the edges with interference depending on the viewer's distance from him.]

After much hullabaloo, it has come to my attention that not one of my people has attempted any intergalactic diplomacy beyond...oh, I do not know precisely. Inane chittering about the weather or human bodily functions or something. I was never privy to most of the conversations between my kind and the various aliens cohabiting this space, but my generalized assessments seem reasonable.

For that reason, I have shouldered the burden of introducing you all to Alternian society proper. I formally challenge the pandimensional citizenry of Sirens Port to a battle royale.

[He just looks SO EXCITED about this. Well, as much as Equius can look excited about anything. He's smiling just a bit, showing off those gnarly teeth, and twirling a lock of hair around his finger like a preteen schoolgirl. His heavy brows furrow and his smile drops to a deadpan flatline.]

Not ... to the death, I suppose. The authoritarian powers here seem to frown upon murder. [Which he finds very, very silly. But...Equius is always reluctant to question authority. Even if it's human authority. Seriously, he's been desperate for a set of iron statutes to follow. He's not going to start complaining now.] But a test of strengths. The Fight Club appears to be a flawless location for such destructive proceedings. Oh, I dearly hope they are destructive. [Annnd there's that orthodontist's wet dream half-smile again.] I shall look into it further.

Ah, if...there are enough willing bodies, of course.

[OOC: Translation being - Equius wants to fight all of you! Because that's what an Alternian gentleman does. I've got nothing concrete planned yet, really. This is just a network post to gauge the port's interest in punching his face...or discouraging him from getting his face punched I guess. Oh, and while we're here: text quirk opt-out post!]

quadrifoliate

[ Considering how chatty Clover usually is, and how she isn't shy about showing her face on the network, the briefness of her message seems utterly out of character: ]

What's it like, not being human?

Growing up with it, I mean -- being a different species or having powers even before you came here.

[ Also out of character is the unusual effort she makes to keep the text legible and correct -- as anyone who's been subjected to her haphazard keypad-smushing and emoticon spam can attest to. ]

rapturescreed

[When the feed turns on, Raul is sitting at his office at the Newcomer Community Center, seeing as he trashed his office at Lion's Gate, and it's being rebuilt now.]

First of all, I'd like to welcome all of our recent arrivals to the city of Siren's Port. My name is Raul Creed, and I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, as well as General Manager of Lion's Gate, here in the city. I realize and understand that this is a tough transitional period for everyone, but I hope that you all know that, no matter what, the NPP is here to help out in any way we can. If you are looking for a job, Lion's Gate is always hiring. We're looking for kitchen, security, wait staff, and bartenders. If you would like to work nights, then please, let me know. The Community Center is also here to help Newcomers out.

[He leans forward a little, hands folded on the desk.]

And speaking of the Community Center, that is the large building a block away from the baseball diamond. The Newcomer Clinic is also at the Community Center, so if you are in need of medical attention, and would prefer not to go to SP General or Skye Medical Center, there is that. All emergencies should go to either hospital, though.

I would also like to let everyone know that the Community Center will be holding a variety of lessons on different subject matters. Re-l Mayer is running those, so it is safe to say that they will be up and running by the end of the month. If anyone wishes to teach a class or two, contact her for details.

[He pauses now, leaning forward and picking up the NV. Walking to the window, he holds it in front of him, showing the city streets spread out from the center's window.]

In more important news, the governor has finally allowed a Newcomer Office to be made within the current system of government. This is a great step forward towards Newcomer rights, and I do wish to aware everyone that our status in the city will hopefully be rising in the future. The governor is letting us have elections to decide who we should put in this Newcomer Office, so be on the look out for possible candidates. For elections, if you wish to vote, you need to become a citizen.

Which is where the Community Center comes in, again. A few months back, we held citizen tests for any Newcomer who wished to become a citizen of this city. The NPP will be holding these tests again, and anyone who would like to become a citizen of the port will be allowed to take the tests, no matter the age or length of time spent in the city. The citizen tests will be on March 21st, and on March 20th we'll be holding a class for anyone wanting to take the tests. I want to stress that becoming a citizen of the port does not mean you are giving up your citizenship of your home country or world. Citizenship here means more benefits for everyone, as well as being counted as a full member of this city. It makes it much harder for the companies to kidnap someone and get away with it, if the person is a citizen.

Back home, citizenship was the highest honor given to an immigrant. I hope that everyone here will take advantage of this opportunity, as we're not sure when it'll come again.

( Filtered to the NPP head committee; Re-l Mayer, Daedalus Yumeno, Diego Armando, Byakuya Kuchiki, Bruce Wayne, Franziska von Karma, and Yako Katsuragi. Michael Xavier has been taken off the filter. )

( Filtered to Franz d'Epinay )

( Filtered to Doctor Michael Xavier and Jubilee )

circusmaster

[There were a million questions Smiley needed to ask. But in an unknown land, he could trust no one. Even in Canada. Was it still loyal to the Crown? Was the Cold War still on? How far had Moscow extended itself?

Smiley turns these questions over in his head until he opens the door to his temporary flat. The light bulb in the center of the room flickers on, and he sets his handgun on the small kitchen table before standing by the window, simply watching. He knew that even over forty years, the nature of man didn’t change, but where could he be useful here? The modern phone in his hands looks more like a calculator than anything, but slowly and surely, he starts to type out a post. A single line, written once in English, then repeated in Russian.]

Who invented the light bulb?

((OOC: Smiley is testing you, Siren's Port, although with a bit of a dated question. People from the West would answer Thomas Edison as the first man to come to mind, but in Soviet controlled countries, the answer would be Alexander Lodygin. FEEL FREE AND TRY TO PASS THE COMMIE LITMUS TEST))

rehashes

Okay.

[ surprise, camera's coming on. and the thing it's showing isn't Dave, it's bagged milk. well, and also maybe Dave's hands, holding it up, but whatever. ]

I've tried to avoid this shit since I got here, but I can't do it anymore. I need someone to explain this shit to me right stat pronto.

[ he drops the package onto the table - not hard enough to break it, but enough to make a pretty loud noise. ]

How the fuck am I supposed to do something with this. What is even the point of this? What is so hard about pulling some cow tits and sticking it in a bottle? Are Canadians just incapable of handling cow mammaries, is that what this is all about? Some under-handed ploy to integrate fake milk in a bag instead of good ol' fashioned bovine lactation?

[ pause. ]

No, you know what, I don't even give a shit why they're doing it. Canada is dumb and that's all there is to say on the matter. The point is, I have a bowl of Cookie Crisp here and no goddamn milk to eat it with, and that is a serious problem. And I can't just go get a carton of regular milk because of reasons, okay, so don't even suggest it. Just explain to me what the fuck I'm supposed to do with bagged milk.

readyforwar

A little while ago some one was on the network asking about people's Core-given powers and when they found out about them. It got me wondering... how many people have problems controlling their Core-given powers? And...

Is there anyone out there who knows how to help with that?

I'm not expecting any answers, just... kind of hoping...

where_the_hearth_is

Greetings, Siren's Port.

I am seeking a mobile, carbon-based volunteer to assist my participation in our city's Homebaked Bread Society. Cooking expertise not required.

Your duties would be:
- to visit me at [the House's address, on the beach where Sectors 4, 7, and the sea intersect], pick up an insulated container of fresh bread, and deliver it to the Society's meetings.
- to serve my bread to the rest of the society with charm and poise
- to taste the bread brought by other members and offer polite feedback as appropriate
- to send me a summary of the discussion (or record it to your NV if you prefer)
- to acquire the recipes of any other loaves of bread you particularly enjoyed, with commentary on what you found delicious

In exchange I will provide:
- freshly baked bread, including extra that you are not required to share with the Society
- homemade jam of your preference
- further compensation negotiable

Serious inquiries only, please. Comfort with talking machines preferred.

meddler

[ An NV with a very erratic video feed turns on, almost as if someone's been… tossing it up in the air. When he catches it, a Doctor comes into view along with something else. Could it be? Is it a bird? A plane?

No. It is a PEGASUS! ]

Good. It's working.

[ Now, he has mixed feelings about all of this. On one hand, he was rather fond of Caster and for her to just be gone… But on the other… he puts on his best smile for all of the Port to see. ]

Everyone, say hello to Roranicus! [ and then a brief pause while he whispers something that is sure to bring fury to one person in particular.

But, not to worry. This time, he totally has it all covered. ]

Amy. I was thinking he could come round for tea every Tuesday. I'd ask the TARDIS too, but I already know what her answer will be.

[ Come to think of it, he sort of knows what Amy's answer will be too.

But none of that matters, does it? He has a pegasus named Roranicus.

Even some of the more… complicated things don't seem quite so… complicated. ]

ergomaniac

[Edgeworth looks deeply, deeply cross. He's recognizably in Sector 3, standing at a streetcorner. Beside him is, well...Gaius Julius Caesar, General of Rome, famed crosser of the Rubicon, the man who would have been Emperor. By his garb - toga and laurel wreath - he's in his statesman role. And judging by his expression, he's no less livid than Edgeworth himself.]

I need someone who can speak Latin. I can, but this man has taken me for a -

["Hah! Speaking in your native tongue now, are you, Pict? But to whom? Or are you mad as well as a barbarian?"

Edgeworth turns to Caesar and responds back to him in Latin.]

I am summoning someone to deal with you, o Caesar.

[And Caesar responds in rapid, haughty Latin: "Deal with Caesar? They shall come and see who Caesar is, and then you shall be the one dealt with, Pict!"

Edgeworth turns away again and speaks in clipped English.]

Anyone with an authentic accent. Kindly come in a toga and prepared to playact the part of a - Oh, for the love of -

[Caesar is starting off. There must be a toga party at Hawthorne, because the consul is now hailing some frat boys as his countrymen.]

madvaporskillz

I seem to find myself in need of a good hat. Would there be anywhere here one might be acquired?

student_of_impossibility

[ Tavi looks absolutely baffled today. For once, he's got a simple agenda on his mind. ]

Can anyone explain what a groundhog has to do with predicting spring? I don't think I follow that train of thought.

...And speaking of, do things like that whole day-repeating happen often? I'm glad it's over, but if it's likely to happen again I'd at least like to be more unsurprised.

I still don't understand how this place is supposed to make any sense.

icy_heavens

[Hey, Siren’s Port. Look who’s back. Hitsugaya doesn’t look much different, save for the new haircut and the scarf he’s got on with his captain’s uniform. You might not assume he’s been gone for more than a few days in his world. Though that assumption would be wrong.

[He waves his free hand dismissively to someone off screen, speaking to them dispassionately.] Unnecessary. I’ve been here before; I know how things work. Talk to someone who needs it.

[That being said, he addresses the network directly.] The time loop has been corrected, I hope?

For those that know me, I’m fine. And I do remember this place.

[[OOC: Forward-dated to about 8:30AM of the 7th – which lo and behold is actually the 7th! Here’s the tiny taichou, gone since what should have been Saturday, all nicely canon-updated for you.]]