sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sam winchester

[The face that appears on the monitor is grim and unsmiling. Javert’s clothing is a little ill-fitting and obviously borrowed, and behind him his free apartment remains as spartan as it was when he arrived. He has clearly only just settled in, for a given definition of the word. Still, he has clearly done his best to make himself presentable. His gaze is sharp, his bearing respectful and yet strangely proud.]

My name is Javert, lately of Paris, the year 1832. [A slight, involuntary grimace at that: to be told that he has traveled in time as well as space! It is scarcely to be believed. Indeed, he would not have, were it not for the electric lights and the piece of technology he is currently holding.]

I seek employment. I am not opposed to simple work; I am good with my hands. [There’s a brief hesitation here, as if he were about to say something—qualifications? Experience?—and abruptly decides otherwise.]

I regret to say that I have no references, being only recently arrived, but I am not opposed to a trial period. You will find me an honest laborer.

[He inclines his head slightly, then pauses and frowns slightly at the device. There is a slight fumbling, and the feed is cut.]

afallenstar

[ It's only after she's had enough time to fully process what has happened that she addresses the network, sitting calmly in the middle of the field. There are several things that she now knows for certain.

She knows that she definitely isn't in Heaven any more, the most comforting knowledge of all. Somehow, something has managed to assist her in an escape. She also knows that there are family members here, and that's far more concerning. Lastly, she knows that whatever has happened here, she needs to get inside before dark ~~see someone read the signs~~ or all Hell breaks loose.

Still, as ominous as that situation is it's not enough for her to drop her guard, so she avoids any videos for now. It's not that she doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here, she just...doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here. ]

If there's anyone listening to this, some help would go a long way. [ This feels stupid. Still, she presses on all the same, letting out a soft exhale of breath before continuing. ] I've woken up in a baseball field and there are warnings about staying inside during the dark. If anyone could just...direct me to the nearest place where I can keep away from this 'darkness', it would be appreciated.

And...that's all, thanks.

failedparenting

Anyone who knew Dean Winchester, I've got some bad news. He was killed back in 1918, by two shots to the chest. It wasn't anyone who lived there.

[He's got an inkling of who did it, but in case he's off the mark, putting a little fear of god into his real killer won't hurt.]

I just want whoever killed him to know, you have no idea the kind of shit you've just stepped into. You've got me and my family to answer to for this, and you're not coming out whole.

paterelohim

[He doesn't know who saw Crowley outing him as God on the Network a couple weeks ago, or who saw him agree and admit it openly. But, you know, part of him kind of doesn't care. So there's that.

It's a simple video: Chuck sitting on his couch with a beautiful Christmas tree immediately in the background. It's decorated with blue lights and... what appears to be little bagels? It's topped with a star of David.]

So, guys, what are everyone's Christmas plans?

[He plucks a mini-bagel off the tree and bites into it, talking through his full mouth.]

I'm doing the Jewmas thing. I have to, right? I can't ignore my kid's birthday. It's rude.

charmedson

I know I should probably be learning an important life lesson after being stripped of my powers for a day...

How's this?

Being normal sucks.

ofthursday

[When the NV turns on, it's clearly by accident; or, at the least, not intended to be on quite yet. It's aimed incorrectly as he presses buttons on it, giving glimpse of his shoulder and then the ceiling and then a blue eye, enough for people who have spoken to or encountered him to recognize who he is. Then he finally gets the filter in place.]

( [Filtered to safe list*] )

[*The list includes Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Gabriel, Meg, Jo Harvelle, Jinx, Christina Nickson, and Syrena.]

ex_stakes70

Is anybody else absolutely one-hundred-percent psyched about the snow? I mean, seriously, we never had snow in Sunnydale! Scotland was a different story, but I lived my entire life wishing there would be snow just once! One time, I did get it, but it was this really crazy freak occurrence, so, y'know, most of the twenty-two years I lived in California, there was zero snow. It sucks here, major levels, but the weather? I mean, yeah, it's teeth-chatter levels of freezing, but - look at the snow!

[ Buffy is lit up like a little kid on Christmas. She hasn't been this excited about a Holiday season in a long time. The snow seriously has her revved up, and she is all smiles and sunshine and cheerfulness. ]

Anybody wanna go shopping? I feel like shopping. And coffee. Mochas would be good.

PRIVATE TO WILLOW ROSENBERG ;

You. Me. Tree to decorate. I know, I know, Jewitch-ness, but -- please?

paterelohim

[It's late. There's some background noise, distant, muffled, sounding very vaguely like music- he's on break at Purgatory. A self-assigned one, manager's prerogative.]

You know the phrase "your life flashing before your eyes"? Supposedly right before you die, when this moment of self-reflection just- hits you?

Can we talk about how preposterous that is? Yeah, because imminent death would really trigger that exact reaction- an intense fast-cut montage with percussive sound effects, you know, to really heighten the tension. Or some cockamamie Lifetime dream sequence where all these fuzzy filler memories float past you in soft focus.

Don't get me wrong, that's poetic, but-

-and there's another thing. It's supposed to happen in order, from when you were born right until then. But, come on. Is that how you think about yourself- from start to finish, as if that's the only pattern that could possibly happen within a lifetime?

I don't think so. [His voice gets quiet.] I think it's more complicated than that.

justwillow

[You see Willow at work, in the store and she's quietly looking over a book, marking pages with brightly coloured sticky notes. What she hasn't realised though, that there's one stuck to her cheek, one stuck to her left arm and if you're lucky enough to be here in person? She sat on one and now it's happily stuck to her butt. The NV is propped up against her, there's a stack of books next to her and some festive giftwrap just in view.]

Is anyone good with giftwrap? I am so not good at giftwrap. It's awkward and annoying and it tears easily and why could Anya do it when I can't?

[She looks tired, and there is a big mug of coffee sat next to her. She yawns, before her eyes close for a moment and she looks at the camera.]

If someone could give me lessons before the big holiday rush? I'd appreciate it. I've been researching things and time... [Another yawn.] Time is getting away from me.

matri

[The voice is unrecognizable. Or at least it would be, beyond to a few select people. Soft, serene, young. And yet so full of conviction, in that tender way, that maybe it isn't just the voice of a young woman.]

What does fair mean to you? Equality... Equally spent love, cherishment for every child? Who would rather be abandoned by their only parent, than to have them waiting there with open arms for all eternity? Doesn't seem like a hard question. [Every word that dripped from her lips sounded more like a threat than any sort of query.]

Is it wrong to protect that which you love? That you brought into this world in whatever form... How could you not love them, even in the after life.

Hello, Siren's Port.

failedparenting

It's that time of the month again, and it's looking like some of the newer people need to relearn a few points I think they missed in the Greeter lecture.

Don't. Go outside. After sirens.

[John settles in his chair, getting comfortable for this long, painful haul. He points at the camera with his glass of whiskey.]

Here's the thing: you will die.I don't give a shit if you're some sort of Neo, Luke Skywalker chosen one back home, the Darkness's gonna find a way to kill you. You've been fighting monsters your whole life? You're dead. You've got some deep meaningful relationship with magic? You're dead. Indestructible immortal...thing? Two guesses.

Don't be a dumbass. Don't go outside.

[This message was brought to you by Jack Daniel's whiskey and frustratingly stupid heroics from viewers like you.]

astralling

How often do people who vanish come back?

Statistically speaking, how long does it usually take before you can pretty much accept that they aren't coming back?

momchester

[The video opens on the Newcomer Memorial, freshly cleaned, graffiti-free, bearing new names on its endless list. At the base of the memorial is an inexpensive bouquet of flowers with a photo tucked amidst the flowers, and a few large candles flanking the space. As the viewer watches, each candle lights on its own.

The person holding the NV turns it around- it's Mary, looking sobered.]

Today is el Día de los Muertos- the Day of the Dead. In the Roman Catholic tradition, it's just called All Souls Day. It's associated with spirits of the dead who are unable to properly move on because of the weight of some earthly wrongdoing.

[She smiles a little.]

That seems like a description that fits a lot of us. Like... everyone who saw themselves as a corpse yesterday.

This memorial is for everyone who's vanished... but today, I'm setting up my own memorial here. It's for those of us who can't leave, because we don't have a "home" to go back to- because we've died in our old worlds.

It may not be easy to think about, but it matters. For some of us, this is the only life we have. This is our home. I died today, on November 2nd, and it's the one thing I never want to forget.

Anyone who wants can come down and leave something here- it's a free country. And if your situation is like mine, then... maybe it'll help you say goodbye.

ex_stakes70

[ Buffy looks pretty serious. Not like death-is-coming serious, but not terribly happy, either. Contemplative and resolved on what she's about to speak of, she gives direct eye contact and all of her attention to her NV. ] So. I'm unaffiliated with SERO, unaffiliated with AGI, and quite frankly? I don't care about the politics around here that much most of the time. Only politician I ever had direct contact with turned himself into a giant snake-demon, and the rest of the government turned out pretty dangerous... Left me with a lack-of-fuzzies for the higher-up types. But right now? Pretty happy about it. But there's the whole hinky-funkiness about all of this, and I don't think the streets are going to be 100% neutrality-friendly for awhile. If anybody feels like they need extra protection, I'm your gal.

What I'm offering is basically half-priced bodyguarding. The climate around here isn't warm and cuddly as it is, but with the added bonus of factiony tension, I get that some people probably aren't feeling as secure as they could. I'm also going to hold a few free-for-all self-defense classes this weekend, if anyone wants to come. Saturday at two in the afternoon, Sunday at three. [ There is an attachment with her address in text that anyone can download to their NV if they so choose. ] We're just going to do it outside my place.

PRIVATE - SCOOBIES, WINCHESTERS, SOLDIER ;;

( private to : SCOOBIES, WINCHESTERS, & SOLDIER HOUSE )

PRIVATE - SEPHIROTH ;;

( private to : SEPHIROTH ;; )

PRIVATE - YOSUKE HANAMURA ;;

( private to : YOSUKE )

p3rebel

Uh... Hello? Is this thing on?

[Phoebe taps the screen curiously]

Uh - if anyone can see this - uh... I might be a bit lost.

[This is what happens when you use spells to take you to the future and end up being burned at the stake. Having recovered from her initial shock and discomfort somewhat, Phoebe's manner is back to her more jovial self.]

Which way is the exit? I need to get home, like, NOW or my sisters are gonna start panicking. And you do not want to see Prue in a panic - believe me!

killerthighs

So has this past week been a glimpse into what I can expect here in Siren's Port?

astralling

[Prue starts the video looking serious, hands folded in front of her.]

I have a confession to make.

This gender swap wasn't the Core, or some prankster looking for kicks. It was me. I didn't mean to, but I was experimenting with a shape-shifting spell that I thought had failed, but didn't- it turned out it affected a lot more people than I meant it to.

[She takes a calm breath and looks at her hands for a moment, then back at the camera.]

I want to apologize to everyone affected, especially everyone who thinks it's more traumatizing than fun. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and it won't again. I know exactly where I went wrong to make this happen.

I have tried everything I know how to reverse this. A simple reversal spell, different wording, different spell combinations, I even tried using more than one witch to double the power behind it- and nothing has worked.

[She points at the camera with her folded hands.]

Which is where you come in. I think the longer this spell is in effect, the stronger the magic needed to reverse it. There are all kinds of powers in this city- people with abilities and kinds of magic I've never even seen.

I think if a few of us work together, pool our resources and ideas, we can fix this.

I think I only need two people to help me cast the spell, since three is a powerful number. The stronger you are, the better our chances of making this happen.

If anyone has anything that might help with a ritual, I'd appreciate it. I want to go more outside the box than I have so far.

[Prue takes a deep breath and stops her rambling.]

And don't worry. This isn't gonna last much longer.

mulletrock

[Dean's stretched out in the bed of a truck, a beer in one hand. The smoky atmosphere's pretty easy to place. It's Mugshots. Since he's off work he has no problem addressing the network for the first time since landing all the gigs that were able to buy him a work in truck that he'll put more energy into as each pay check keeps coming around.]

Before you ask, I don't do holidays.

I don't care what happened with the candy corn or what you're dressing up as. I don't like any of 'em, except maybe Thanksgiving and I still haven't had one of those that wasn't at a jam packed Denny's with cheap slices of microwavable turkey and instant potatoes.

So keep the Fall enthusiasm to yourself. If it were up to me Summer'd last all year long.

[Syrena]

If you're willin' to walk somewhere tomorrow I'll take you someplace nice.

[/Syrena]

Anyone interested in goin' off roading or mudding with me? I wanna see what this baby can really do.

astralling

[Prue opens the video with a terse sigh. She's standing in front of the back wall of the dugout by the baseball field, looking tired and supremely annoyed. Her hair is also seven inches longer than it was three days ago.]

Can someone please come down here and shake off these so-called Greeters? I came here in a slight... situation, and they won't believe me when I tell them I'm fine.

I swear, it's like they're waiting for a permission slip.

[So Prue is astral-projecting to make this post, and the Greeters have her actual body pretty much captive right now because they think Prue is being stupid about the injuries she showed up with.]

Oh, and- hi. How long have I been gone? What month is this?

paterelohim

AVAST, ME HEARTIES!

Today be Talk Like A Pirate Day, to all ye landlubbers.

HOW BE YOU MARKIN' THIS FINE OCCASION? I be partakin' in rum and grog, o' course!

GO FORRRRRRTH, AND SPREAD THE PIRATEYNESS!