sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sherlock holmes

[ surprisingly no video or voice today, port. looks like a certain ginger is avoiding showing off her emotions. and possibly some battle wounds. or something like that. ]

I've been here a year. Exactly. That's 365 days. How did that even happen? WHY AM I STILL HERE?

Actually, what's the longest somebody has been here? Anybody know? I remember hearing the first appearance of a "newcomer" was like fifty years ago, but ... sometimes I wonder if any of us really will live out a lifetime here.

Sorry. Not a good topic, is it? Especially for you new lot. Hey there.

Anyway, I'm fine, if anybody was wondering. I made it out of that hunt alive. Thanks to everybody else who was captured. None of us deserved that. I really hope they're planning to do something about those people.

P.S. Has anybody heard from Damon Salvatore? Just wondering.

acclimatized

It's been a long time since I have had the chance to write up one of our cases and I might be a little rusty, but here it is: The Guilt Complex!

Hopefully it has everything the press neglected to mention when the story made the headlines. And it could be a distraction from this "daylight darkness" stuff that has been going on lately too. Blackheath has been all skittery when we go for a walk... and after reading about that cat, I don't really blame him. I can only hope those kids have learnt their lesson too.

playthings

[ There's quite the text out there on the network tonight, Siren's Port, from a person who wishes to keep their identity quite under wraps. The anonymous communication is sent just as the sirens end, punctuating the alert for anyone looking over the feed. ]

A cage. That's what I'd call it. A well erected one with all the toysies we could hope for, all the people to make it feel like you never left, all the corruption of home... and then some.

A little birdy and her lovely pamphlet told me there's a secrets most people are keeping. Some of them don't even realize it. That everyone here is a little more than ordinary.

I disagree. Most people are ordinary or striving to be normal. Average. Mediocrity is soooooo fashionable.

B O R I N G

I wonder, could anyone really want to embrace anything more?

-Anonymous

[ There's an additional piece to this post should anyone be so inclined to open it up and take a peek. ]
( rabbit_hole.txt )

[ Brace yourself, Siren's Port, the game is about to begin. ]

(( ooc notes • welcome to jim's creepy ic intro. feel free to crack the code and respond to it (it's simple binary, you should be able to google for a decoder). ALL of jim's responses to this post will be anonymous texts only and he may throw in encryption or file attachments. ))

philosopher

[The voice being recorded is both hushed (out of respect for the speaker's present environment) and weak (for reasons yet to be explained).]

Diane, it's... 6:36 pm on May 17, 2012. By my calculation, that means I've been asleep for... two hundred and seventy-nine months. Twenty-three years have passed since my last recording, Diane, and I have to say: I look pretty great for my age.

The last time I remember speaking to you, it was from the floor of my room at the Great Northern Hotel and I had just been shot. I don't remember a whole lot else, but the doctors tell me I've lost quite a bit of blood so that's to be expected. I feel both frustrated and grateful. Grateful to be alive, and frustrated because the investigation is facing yet another setback.

"Setback" may be an understatement. Diane, you are not going to believe this. As I just told you, it's been twenty-three years. That's twenty-three years in the blink of an eye. They tell me I've traveled through time, and that's apparently a common occurrence around here. Here being the city of Siren's Port, Canada - that's an island off the coast to the west of Vancouver, Diane. Have you ever heard of a place like that? I sure haven't.

The frustrating part is that my ticket was one-way. Preferable, yes, to the other one-way ticket I was facing - but gosh I really felt it. I was on the verge of something. Will I ever know who killed Laura Palmer?

[There's a pause and murmuring in the background, along with the squeaking of a cart being rolled into the room.]

- Ah, more on that later, Diane. Nurse Irene is here.

[Click.]

predominates

[ For Irene, her presence on the network has been spotty lately. And for her that meant business. But she realizes her last broadcast was her arrival, which would have to change. It was about time she made her video debut. She's also bored at the moment. It's just fun to keep people guessing.

She appears relaxed as she looks into her camera phone, lips freshly painted red and hair up in its distinctively complicated coif. The lace around her shoulders suggests something much more casual though. ]

Ooh, quite a lot of repressed emotions these days. Are we all done committing our deadliest sins already? Definitely made things interesting. [ yes, she's well aware that is old news, but it doesn't make it any less true; it was very revealing, in fact. ] Or was everyone busy on Monday?

[ an amused raise of both eyebrows. at least this will tell her how many people pay attention to the news -- something she's interested in knowing. ]

Nevermind that. Look at these new faces. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to say hello. My hands have been full. [ a smirk. ] How are we all doing? I'm fine for those wanting to ask.

acclimatized

[ john's having trouble keeping his temper in check this week. his patience all but ran out last night where, scarcely an hour into his shift, he'd started to hate everyone who came in after being injured in the darkness.

miraculously though, he managed to keep a lid on his temper and completed the shift without any incidents – they decided to pile up on him on the way back to the flat instead and, to crown it all, he was caught in the rain without an umbrella. fantastic. thoroughly worked up by the time he gets home, he starts writing an entry, venting his frustrations of the day. ]

Do you know what really gets on my nerves? Machines. It doesn't matter if they are the ones in the supermarket (which DO NOT SAVE PEOPLE TIME by the way!) or anywhere else in this damn city, they are all COMPLETELY USELESS!

All I wanted to do was get some cash out and buy some groceries, but the cash machine ate my bloody card. No actually, it shredded it to bits. Now I'm stuck without any money and the people at the bank are blaming ME for breaking their stupid machine!

They should take them all out and just dump them in a landfill. I can't be the only one who thinks this!

sharp

[ Amy hasn't been too chatty on the network lately, but she definitely has a few words to say now. ]

He's gone. [ a sharp sigh, realizing how cracked her voice sounded just then. ] The Doctor's gone. One of them, the bowtied idiot—

It doesn't matter. He's left and I don't know when he'll be back. If he even will. Stupid moron didn't even leave anything, except that pegasus.

[ He always comes back, but this time she's not sure if she can believe it. She wants to; her hollowed, sarcastic tone just suggests otherwise. Silence filters in afterward as her eyes drift down to something in her hand, which she begins to fidget with.

Eventually she looks back up, shaking her head of whatever thoughts she was having. She doesn't want to make this announcement all about him. Or make people think they need to fuss over her. ]

Right. But, for those you who didn't know him, I'm Amy. Or if you're new, you might have seen me around the baseball field a bit. Ehm, I'm one of the Greeters, and since I'll be spending more time there, I'll be around if anybody needs me for questions or anything like that.

Not that you lot listen to us anyway.

( private to: the tardis )

enigmaestro

[There's an idleness in his tone, something hinging between cruel amusement and an even more subtle, repressed frustration.]

The reverse of sun, spoken in stutter.

Too literal?

How about this: take it from another and you'll be the poorer for it.

Any takers? I imagine not, I'm always my own greatest company when it comes to these things. Loss, of course. Loss. We've all suffered it -- some more than others naturally, and how lucky for them. But especially here, especially in this world, loss seems more profound wouldn't you say? Especially where people are concerned. And yes, I am anticipating most would consider that their greatest loss. People.

themonarch

So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

[Click]

((OOC: Double post with

acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

gammas

[ well golly who could this green woman be. she's walking and dressed in wow -- not a unitard though her hair is as huge as ever and she doesn't exactly look that happy. it's earlyish morning when she turns on the video ]

Wow, here again? Does my priorities mean nothing anymore? [ the corner of her mouth pulls and she sighs ] Right-o. So I'm She-Hulk. Shulkie. Jennifer Walters, former lawyer, bounty hunter, Avenger, Fantastic Four member, Defenders, SHIELD, Fantastic Force, Hero for Hire, Lady Liberator, aaaaaaand Fearsome Four. [ she's counting this all off on her fingers btw ]

It's a pleasure to meet whoever's still here. I already know how this all goes so no need to give me the rundown.

[ a beat as she just kind of rubs the back of her neck. ]

So, what's up?

universaljanitor

[The feed turns on to static and the sound of something crashing. There's a rumbling in the background, the whining groan of steel pushing against steel, the pop of restraints giving way, the crack of electricity through the air.]

No no no no no! Come on! [There's the sound of metal hitting metal, presumably of a hammer against the side of something. But the whining of something under pressure, about to give way only increases.] No. Buggered little- Worrr-kah! [The Doctor's shouting by now, and there's the sound of scraping against the microphone of his NV before a crack even worse than the others starts up, and whatever it is the Doctor's working on starts to scream in protest, metal scratching over metal with a sound not too unlike nails on a chalkboard.]

GRAAAAA- [Is the last thing heard from the Doctor, a snarled out cry of frustration, before there's the start of a small explosion, a roar and a blast and then a jolt of static through the feed for just a second before switching off.

Five minutes later, however, a text message is sent throughout the network]

( OOC cut for length )

defineshinky

[She's standing right outside the Newcomer Apartments, clearly having just been shown there. Yet nothing else about Wendy reads as a desperately lost Newcomer. She looks resolutely unimpressed.]

Okay, the last time I did this, I didn't need to hurl in the Field of Dreams. Not kosher. Boss, come in if the nice men in labcoats were wrong and you're out there.

Somewhere.

[She looks at her NV expectantly, her frown growing deeper with each passing moment that she doesn't get the response that she's looking for.]

Come on, Middleman. Don't make me do the Ride Lonesome bit, that's not my routine.

[Time passes and she gets nothing. Finally, Wendy sighs, accepting the situation.]

Well, guess it is now. Okay, how do I--

[She starts pressing buttons and her brow furrows when she stumbles across the Network.]

Whoa. Uh. Hi.

predominates

[ The feed turns on, and the voice that speaks has a modern posh British accent with a velvety edge, definitely nice on the ears. There are a few background noises, like she's on the move perhaps, but the attention's on her new audience. It's a shame she can't share a face just yet; she is supposed to be dead. ]

Hello Siren's Port.

[ and a sultry, pleasant hello it is. ]

I've heard about your little monster problem and all those things that go bump in the dark. So, tell me, I must know. Since no one has found a way out, what does everyone like most about being trapped in this charming city?

[ There's a bit of a scolding tone in there. So of course, she expects to be met with hostile answers, excuses for their incompetence, but it should lead her to the more touchy subjects, what's important, what has everyone up in arms. Or maybe they will tell her exactly what they like. Information, gossip, details. She wants it all. ]

showbizpanache

[Kurt has been off for quite a while now--so it seems as though nothing has changed, not really. When he starts to speak though, it's in this falsely smooth, oddly controlled tone of voice. His face is very pale.]

Recently, Blaine made a post about a movement from our home called It Gets Better. To reiterate, it's a way in our world for people to reach out to one another via the Internet to share experiences and assist in the prevention of suicide for LGBT youths. I'm pleased to inform you all that he and I are establishing a similar program here in the Port, hereby named the Out of the Darkness Project.

[He presses his lips together for a moment.] If anyone would like to share their experiences with finding light in dark times--whether here or at home, and for any audience, LGBT or otherwise--please send your videos, texts, and audio posts to me or Blaine Anderson. One of us will broadcast it for you. Hopefully this increased communication between Newcomers will assist with the day-to-day tribulations of living in the Port.

That said, I... [A deep breath.] I'd like to add something else to this. I've been considering creating a support group of sorts for those who have lost people here in the Port, to the Darkness or otherwise. I'm not a therapist by any means, but just to have a group of people with similar experiences to confide in... I think it would be beneficial for a lot of us. I was thinking the Newcomer Memorial might be a nice place to hold meetings. If anyone is interested or has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.

[Pause.]

The Darkness is... It's a lot of things. I'm aware of its origin, literally, but... I sort of think of it as the opposite of It Gets Better. It's everything in the world that no one can escape, those evil things that happen to good people, the absence of light and hope. It can't ever go away, but we can choose to live above it. So please, if you can...consider making a video to contribute to our project. We all have our differences, but when you break it down, we are all in this mess together. Let's start acting like it.

Thank you for your time.

( Filtered to the Glee kids )

gabriel_gray

[ A ragged, hollowed face appears on the screen, the eyes are pitch black in the low light, and thick shadows are cast across his face. There's hunger there, and a murderous rage reined right in until his voice sounds almost reasonable. Sylar does not blink, and he stares for several long moments, then tilts his head, and the shadows shift, and his eyes vanish, and all that is left are his lips, dry and cracked, and pulled back to reveal white teeth. The recitation is fluid, after all it has been repeated thousands of times. ]

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

[ His head tilts back to meet the brick stonework behind him, just far enough that the empty pits of his eyes are visible again. There is the briefest flash of silver at Sylar's throat--it's the collar confining his abilities, and without them, a wanted criminal, he is starving, gaunt, barely a slither of a shade rather than human. At least they'd fed him in jail, and resentment only makes him want his powers back more, to make the right people hurt for daring to take them from him in the first place. ]

You cannot know what creeping things might come in the night. Isn't that right, Peter? Don't forget to say your prayers.

acclimatized

It's been a while since I've updated with anything on here. Apart from that time looping business a while back that everyone already knows about, there hasn't been that much to talk about either. Guess you could say I have been busy re-adjusting to being back here. Oh right and that thing yesterday. The report with those history exhibits coming alive? There had been talk about bringing a mummy into the flat. Finding severed heads and feet in the freezer I can actually deal with, but actually talking to the reanimated dead? No thanks! Never a dull moment here, that's for sure.

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

thehighcost

[ When the video feed turns on, it’s perfectly situated on a bar. The place isn’t that crowded, since it is a Sunday night, but Death can be seen leaning against the bar, from behind the bar. That might be a good indicator of what this is going to be about. ]

Hey everyone! It’s been awhile since I had a chance to talk to you guys on the network. I hope everyone’s okay from the snowstorm.

[ She tilts her head slightly, dark hair falling over one massively eyelinered eye, before she pushes it back. ]

Did you all see the newsfeed yesterday? I felt so bad for Avalea, I knew I had to do something. And then I talked to St. Matthew about making some changes to “Mugshots” and to the bounty hunting system as a whole…and my new partner had some good ideas, too.

[ She picks up the NV and points it to the other side of the bar, where her new partner, Slade “Deathstroke” Wilson, is sitting, apparently reading a newspaper. ]

Say hello to Deathstroke, everyone. We’re going to be working together when it comes to the bounty hunting business.

[ Oh, this is the part where he says something, isn't it. His head tilts in her direction, his stare somehow piercing despite the mask he wears. Might as well be brief.]

Transactions will go through me. Keep it professional, and we won't have any problems.

[ Death nods. ] There’s going to be some changes to the system, which I hope gets more people involved! I think the biggest change that we’re making is to the anonymity of the system.

[ He comments dryly: ] If you want to hunt, you'll have to register. Pick a name, and stick to it.

And now with those brand new nicknames, we’re also going to be ranking the hunters. [ She turns the camera to show off the new, electric scoreboard that takes over part of the wall in the bar. ] The scoreboard will have everyone’s nickname on it, how many bounties they’ve collected, and who’s got the most so far. Whoever is number one on the list will get free food, here at “Mugshots”!

[ He turns back to his paper. ] Just what they always wanted.

[Death leans in, smirking conspiratorially as she whispers with a wink. ] I keep him around because he’s so good looking.

[ He glance in her direction, his lack of amusement almost palpable. She doesn't seem to notice.]

Anyway! If you want to talk about becoming a bounty hunter, or find out more about bounty hunting, you can come into “Mugshots” at anytime, and ask to talk to Didi. That’s me, if that wasn’t clear. [ Grins. ] Everything else goes to Deathstroke, here. He’s the one who’s going to be laying down the law when it comes to things, so try not to piss him off.

Oh, and like I said when that reporter talked to me for the article; if you’re in law enforcement? Bring in your badge, and your first drink is free. Just a little reward for our men and women in blue. [ She taps a finger against her lips. ] We could probably use some new blood around here, too. We had a few people quit because of the gun problem, so if you’re looking for a job, let me know!

[ooc: More information can be found on the revamped bounty hunting page, and on our OOC Information Update!]

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!?