sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: rin asano

[Prim’s smile lights up when the com turns on at last - although it fades quickly when she turns to face the screen. Wherever she is – wherever that explosion sent her…]

Hello? [She hesitates; but if the Capitol sent her here, they already know who she is anyway. Most people did, anyhow.] My name is Prim. I’m looking for my sister; Katniss. She might be looking for me.

[She hesitates – but you can’t ask to get something for nothing, and respect a response. So.]

It wouldn’t have to be for free. I know a lot about herbs – I could help heal you; if you’re sick. Or pick out herbs for 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!))

doctor_mccoy

[Hi port. McCoy's going to yell again. He has that sort of pissed off, scrunched up look that leaves the vein in his forehead visible.

Or he has already been yelling and this is just the cool down, it's hard to tell.]

You know what I'd like? I'd like one goddamn day where something doesn't try to devour, maul, dismember, or vomit some sort of virulent substance on me. I don't know how folks around here keep just shrugging their shoulders, and if I hear one more "Oh well isn't that strange?" Like they're looking at a goddamn two headed goat instead of a man eating toaster I'm going to lose my shit.

[He rubs his forehead and drops his chin in his palm.]

You all might as well come in for your tetanus shots while it's Maxim Overdrive month here in crazy town.

returnsmagic

[ It has been a long time, Siren's Port. Well, not long in dragon terms - a month in jail is like spending a day in jail for everyone else. But Aurican has learned to be sensitive to the issue of time, especially in a delicate place such as this.

Aurican is on the beach again, half submerged in the ocean. His NV seems to be hovering above his massive horned head, showing his strange, fish-like wings folded and partially submerged underwater. ]

All said and done, the jail cell I've occupied for the past month could have been worse. I was sentenced far longer than a month, but I was let go on good behavior.

Which shouldn't be surprising, as gold dragons such as myself tend to keep up with manners. Most of the time, anyway. [ Because if it was all the time, he wouldn't have been in jail in the first place. ]

I hope I still have my occupation. I do miss playing the harp.

bondsoflove

[He's still thin, but he doesn't look so sick now that he's been here for a few days. His expression is twisted and smoldering with annoyance, anger, something. If his memory weren't so impeccable, today would just be any other day, but no. He remembers Kakashi's birthday as though the date had been singed into his head with an iron brand.

His mind never misses an opportunity to beat the shit out of him.

So the words are a little harsher, more clipped than they might have been, for the neutrality of the question.]

I need somewhere with a lot of space to train.

And a job.

hybrid_prodigy

[Gohan's energy is very tighly controlled and pushed down when he returns. Only those particularly adept at sensing such things and also know him very well will be able to detect him that way.

[Overall, Gohan looks rather nonplussed, oddly blank for a kid that usually emotes so obviously. He blinks a little, as if disbelieving his current surroundings for a moment. Oh. So he's really back. Well, he should let people know.]

I guess there wasn't too much of a time discrepency this time, huh? What's it been here, a couple days? [A tight, forced smile that doesn't reach his eyes.] Anyway, I'm back, in case anyone was wondering about me.

( Private text to Red Robin )

Current Mood: blank

gaveherwings

In the light of current events, as well as an increasing awareness of our dependency on electronic assistance, it begs the question...

Humankind really is over-reliant on our own technological advancements, aren't we?

My own city of Romdeau fell in part because of the Cogito Virus, which gave rise to the revolt of artificial intelligence. We could not function in our day-to-day lives without entourage and other service autoreivs handling menial operative tasks within the dome. People went mad, lost sheep- it was really quite humbling, how easy crippled we were. How childlike and helpless. Myself included. This world has changed me even in the simplest ways.

Three years ago, prior to my arrival, I'd never really done any cooking for myself, or cleaning for instance, or... so many things. Blackouts would render even the modern day hospital effectively paralyzed, if not for our backup generators.

(This is an awfully ironic conversation to be opening over NV, isn't it?)

All the same, my curiosity is piqued-

Some of you are from ages before the development of computers, androids, networks, lights, motorized vehicles, electronic devices and appliances, digital media, etc, etc...

I'd really like to know- what was it like? How did you live? What was the adaptations necessary, living "hands on", and without tools? Reliant on only face to face communications.

How is it for you now? Improved? Or do you feel as we're all inadept and talentless by comparison, as drone-like as the binary accessories which support us?

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.

faustianism

It's been such a long time since I've checked in with the network. I was going to wait for this technology problem to be over, seeing as I'm not from the cell phone generation... [Mr. Gold begins pleasantly. He's outside, the weather beautiful enough that sitting on a park bench seems like the best idea in the world.] Becoming a lurker is not very good for business. Not good at all.

[He pauses.] My pawnshop, "Crossroads", has been open for a few months, now, but we've only just finished the reconstruction on it. Something that was desperately needed, if anyone has stopped in before. I was thinking of letting it past, but some sort of celebration for it sounds nice, doesn't it? The Uzushio Ryokan has been kind enough to host this shindig for me, I'd like to invite everyone to it. We're looking at the 22nd, starting around 7:00 pm.

[He smiles slightly, shifting the cane that his legs are holding up in front of him.] Myself and my associate, Mr. Sark, have found several interesting items to put up for auction, if that will entice anyone further. [He chuckles at that.]

We're also looking for help, to expand our little "family", as it were. If you happen to have a gift for gab, maybe some experience in sales, well. Someone like that would be a welcome addition. Just contact me, Mr. Gold, on my NV, or come into the shop.

( A three part text question send anonymously a few hours later. )

[ooc: Depending on your answers, Mr. Gold will invite you to an "after party" at the Uzushio Ryokan. A meeting of the minds for all the baddies out there, but if you'd like to attend by text over Mr. Gold's NV, he'll work with you on that. Party date changed to Saturday the 22nd!]