sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sissel

[An extremely perplexed teenager is staring into the camera. She tilts her head from right to left, clearly trying to make sense of the device. Her hair keeps falling into her eyes as she does, and she looks almost a little too pale to be healthy.

Her age is difficult to pinpoint - she could be 15 or so, perhaps a bit older, maybe younger? ~~Clearly a victim of Kenshin Syndrome~~ The view changes as she moves the device she’s using around, and ends up on her neck. It’s a pretty nice neck, as far as necks go, with a hard-looking, black band around it.

Neck Girl’s voice is muffled as she talks to herself]

I should really just leave this in a drawer. What kind of stupid thing is this?

[You see Neck Girl’s face again! ...and then you see the inside of a drawer] There, good riddance. [The camera continues rolling for a while, until the powersave comes on.]

canavarum

[The video starts with a low chuckle, then Fenris' smiling - smiling - face. He's sitting in his chair. Being drunk.]

I wonder why I do not use this thing more often.

It has been some time. Is everyone well?

[Fenris, you are drunk.]

Besides the obvious, of course. I imagine being a woman when you are normally a man and a man when you are normally a woman is strange indeed.

[ooc | BACK FROM HIATUS.]

electricitytrick

[Anders smiles broadly as the camera comes into focus on him, but while it's intended to be open and friendly, there's just a hint of something harder in his eyes.]

Well not only are my robes getting a bit worn due to not being given much of a chance to pack my bags before being brought here, but apparently when people burst in to search your room, they take wearing something a little different as a reason to take their time going through everything you own and asking all kinds of questions, while having a staff on me when I go anywhere doesn't exactly seem to get me much by way of friendly smiles either.

[He holds up a hand, heaving a slightly dramatic sigh.] I know, I know, by now you'd think I'd be used to getting rocks thrown at me when I'm not looking, and frankly the templars were a good deal worse than anything I've gotten so far here, but I'd really like to get something nicer to wear that doesn't also put a big "Oh look, a Newcomer, let's throw things at him!" sign over my head. Just in case things do get worse in the future.

So I suppose I'm asking if anyone would mind offering a little help? The marketplaces here are so large and confusing, and I'm not too certain what sort of clothing styles people generally wear here anyway. The Circle wasn't really too big on things like blending in. Or trousers, come to think of it.

[He grins and winks at that implication.] Not that that was always a bad thing...

electricitytrick

[It takes some fumbling around, but eventually Anders thinks that he does have the strange magical amulet working like he was told that it would. Well, presuming that this isn't a strange plan to make him feel like a fool, that is. He does wonder that part a little as he clears his throat and offers a bright smile to whoever might be watching him.]

While I'm still rather new to this whole 'kidnapped from everything you know' bit and trying to get used to it all, one thing I can tell is when a healer might come in handy. Now I might be reading this wrong, but it seems like there's a bit of an illness going around, yes? I haven't had the chance to find out much more than that, but... I'd like to help, if I can.

[He shrugs and his smile edges just a little towards being nervous.]

I don't know what sorts of opinions people have on mages and magic here either, but hopefully no one's about to go running to the Chantry to turn me in? Or at least be the type to give a man a head start first, I hope.

[It feels strange to try and talk to something that can't answer so, with a sigh and a small amount of fumbling with the amulet, Anders manages to turn off the feed.]

devourer

[ Date: March tenth. Setting: Yako Katsuragi's office. Not unusual at all. The feed is pointed right at Yako, who doesn't seem aware that she's being filmed, clicking away on her laptop. Meanwhile, something else is clicking away just behind the video camera, and it soon becomes apparent that it's the sound of typing - text begins to appear simultaneously with the video. ]

Hello, Siren's Port ~ ~ !

You might not know this, but . . .

Today is ☆YAKO KATSURAGI'S BIRTHDAY☆

[ there's a muffled "hmph" of amusement from Neuro, which causes Yako to give a wary glance to the space just above the NV, but nothing is done. Foolishly. ]

Of course, she is addicted to working herself to the bone, and has done nothing but look up information on cases all day !!

She wouldn't let me tell anyone about this because she did not want to be distracted !! But I couldn't help myself. So, please wish Miss Yako a wonderful new year of life ! (/^▽^)/

Here are some tips:

o Sensei loves bugs. Her favorite bugs are slugs. Please buy her many slug things.

o Sensei will eat everything ! Please make sure that your wrapping paper and box are safe for her to consume ! Actually, the same goes for the slugs !

o Sensei is very very old ! Much older than she looks ! Please be thoughtful.

[ and as that line of text is sent, there's the faint "thunk" noise of some mechanism, and at least 50 different canes suddenly fall from the ceiling onto Yako's head with abandon... and Neuro turns the NV off. ]

mighty_pirate

[video]

[The NV is focused on the face of a blond teenager dressed in 17th century clothing, who is clutching the device and frowning, turning the camera about and jostling it. A brief shot of his belt comes up, and he seems have what some may recognize as the Sector Four merchants' stolen inventory tucked into his trousers.]

So, do I just talk into this thing?

Hello! Testing! One! Two! Save the whales!

[More jostling and he finally decides the device is indeed working. He is looking down into it.]

Hello, Siren's Port! I'm Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate!

I uh....I like your city! It's neat.

[He laughs nervously.]

Kinda terrifying, but neat.

I can’t stick around, though, I have piratey business to attend to. You guys can help! I’ll need a fine crew to help me find a way off this creepy island! I have a plan and it should work but it involves some twine, two clock radios, the biggest mirror in Siren’s Port™ aaannnd...

[He taps the side of his head thoughtfully]

...a diversion consisting of monkeys and fireworks.

[A small grin]

So, c'mon, men, let's help me get out of here in time for dinner! Please? I can pay you with all the booty on my ship! …Which is probably at the bottom of the ocean by now…

[exasperated sigh]

seaphonic

_{[When the feed comes on all that's visible is an overcast sky and the sound of waves crashing. It shifts, shaky before the NV is set firmly onto a rock. Syrena seems to be splayed out on a rather large rock herself, golden tail shimmering and ever so visible, the fin dipped into the water. Her rather nude chest is also apparent, but she seems comfortable more than anything, long damp hair blowing lightly in the breeze, pooling over her shoulders.]}

Today I found something interesting.

_{[And she seems to reach off camera for a moment, before thrusting a metal fork right at her NV.]}

This. This is what I found.

_{[She pulls it back toward herself and takes a few strands of hair in hand before...combing them with the fork.]}

Is it not an amazing treasure? Knots in hair are bothersome but this rids the hair of them. It is much more effective than using fingers.

What is it called, this treasure of mine? I have no name for it. I wish to know.

dr_orpheus

Today, so many of us are focused on the type of love that STIRS THE FIRE IN YOUR LOINS.

[As Dr. Orpheus addresses the cameras, there appears to be a woodland habitat in the corner of his living room, and splashing noises can be heard from the tub at its center.]

Even if you are not enjoying the embrace of a handsome man or beautiful woman tonight, I encourage you to join me in inviting a different type of companion into your heart. I have gained some of them through choice and others through unfortunate circumstance. [He picks up a displeased cat.] Yet no matter how many capes I have to repair or how often I arrive home to find the smell of wet beaver permeating the apartment, I do find great comfort in my four-legged roommates.

Don't you agree, Mr. Nibbles? [He tries to wave the cat's paw at the camera until he hisses, claws him, and the video ends with a great deal of shouting.]

devourer

Hello, hello! Good morning, Siren's Port! And Happy Valentine's Day, as well! I hope all of you are strengthening your bonds and earning wonderful comrades today!!

[ it's Neuro again, sounding bright and chipper as ever, though his description of the holiday is a little strange. ]

Well - I have some lovely news for everybody! As a promotion and a celebration, the glorious Yako Katsuragi Detective office is giving away free chocolates today! If you stop by, we shall reward you with your very own handmade chocolate, created by Miss Yako and myself! [ but mostly Yako, of course. ] Since we enjoy seeing your smile so much, and we do not want Sensei to eat all of it and become even larger, the treat is on us. As long as you remember to stop by with your mysteries later, you won't owe us a single thing! After all, our greatest pleasure is to solve your problems.

[ Though he's only using voice, you can practically hear his obsequious bow. ] Thank you for listening, charming friends!! [ then, he adds on with an "oh:" ] If you are a very dear friend of ours, perhaps you will get your own personal chocolate, as well! I shall see you all soon, I hope.

( ooc: info on this here! If you do want your character to pick some up, you can either action here or just handwave it. ♥ But you are equally free to just chat with Neuro. )

topslug

It's been more than a year since I got here. To be honest, I completely forgot the date. It's not really the kind of thing that you remember, when you have other things on your mind-- like why you keep waking up on the same day. [ Sheepish smile. ]

I've met a lot of people this past year, and I've seen a lot of things. I could disappear from the Port any time-- maybe years from now, maybe tomorrow-- but I hope I get to remember everything, even if I do. Until that happens, I'll just have to keep moving forward. There's still a lot for me to learn.

[ Judging by the way Yako pauses, that seems to be all she has to say about that. A lot has changed, and though she isn't normally one to mark anniversaries, enough has happened in the past few days that she thinks it deserves noting. Instead of her office, she's making the post from her kitchen-- she hasn't left home just yet.

Absently, she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, moving it out of her face. ]

I've seen a couple of people post about Valentine's Day, and I know not everybody celebrates it, but... if anyone wants me to, I could show them how to make chocolate and bake some things. It won't be anything fancy, but a gift's always different if it's hand-made, right? I was just thinking of doing it at my house, but it might be easier if we could find a bigger kitchen to work in.

One more thing: if anyone's looking for a place to stay, we've got a couple of rooms we're looking to rent out. Contact me on my NV if you're interested.

gotsomebadnoose

[a burst of static. Shadows blot out the corners, dip into the frame. Dim. Dreary. Lee's been thinking. It's a dangerous place to be. Makes him lament. Reminds him of things he didn't have or of what he did have, but lost. Out of reach. Out of grasp. Close enough that maybe, just maybe the tips of his fingers could brush it, but then he'd just knock it away. Weighed down by a heavy heart. Heavy mind.

The audio kicks in with a loud crackle and adjusts into a tolerable almost hum in the background. A corpse, well tended to- dressed in a jacket, black sweater, and jeans, slumped in a chair- head lulled to the side, tilted back against the backrest of the chair, and craned against the cement wall, lies. At a glance, the figure was only in a deep rest. A sleep of ages claiming both body and breath, stilling his pulse and stealing his color. Blue lips parted. Words left unspoken, silenced by a descended crowbar. The scene faintly illuminated by a pale blue glow.

The video remains stubbornly glued to the body. The speaker standing somewhere behind the device.]

I've b__n th_nking again...I r______…what my life was __ke bef___ this place an_ _ rea____…there w_sn't m_ch th___e. I ___ed my life with___ RE__LY living it. Then again, everything in between ___ ____ght, I ___ss. __ o___ it hadn't ended the way it DID.

[silence slips in, the static simmering to a barely audible level. His words easier to hear. Images of the last few hours he had lived float on the surface. Lee speaks quietly. He didn't want to startle those memories.]

Anyways, what do y_u do when you're feeli_g bl-...down?

I'd really like to k__w.

( non-static version )