sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: tardis

[It's Saturday morning and Bruce's NV is propped against something to show him seated with a cup of something (tea, considering the string and tag hanging over the cup's lip) in the foreground. People move behind him, some holding cups of coffee before they take seats out of the camera's view. Looks like he's at an outdoor cafe. It also looks like he's found a charity that offers clothes to the poor and/or new arrivals because he's wearing a slightly dingy pale green button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up over his forearms and a couple of buttons left open at the collar.]

Hiring in Siren's Port doesn't go the way it does most other places, does it? I couldn't give the panel at Siren's Port University my CV and published papers for examples of my work, but a few days of filling white boards with equations seems to have done the trick. It's much faster than hiring back home, too, but I guess there's a lot of turnover around here.

In addition, I'm offering my services as an after hours tutor while the days are long and until I go home, whenever that may be. If you need help with math or science up to the post-graduate level in most disciplines, contact me [he leans forward and swipes his fingers over the display, and a link appears at the bottom of the video screen] and we can make arrangements.

In the meantime, I'm at Cafe Bijan, and there are a few people who have been helpful to me since I arrived that I would happily buy a coffee. [He smiles, and the humor is meant mostly for himself and maybe one other person.] Unless you don't drink... coffee.

sharp

[ Suddenly ginger on your network. But no hellos or witty greetings. Amy Pond looks a biiiit panicked at the moment. ]

So, it's definitely daytime, right? It's really, actually light outside. I'm not going mad, yeah?

[ It's just after noon, and the sun is high in the sky. And contrary to her statement, she sounds like maybe she has, as her eyes flicker up every few seconds to something off screen. ]

Right. 'Kay. Then somebody please explain what that is?

[ Finally she turns her NV around to the opposite side of the baseball diamond, where the dugout is. In the shadow of the small concrete structure stands a darkness monster (it looks more like a giant dog), crouching and pacing, all snarls and spit from its roped-like mouth, looking ready to charge. Something is holding it back though. ]

Not sure I want to find out! Doctor!

[ And someone else manages to pop onto screen, not all that far off. And that someone happens to be one very cool looking Doctor. And he doesn’t look concerned. Not that he’s noticed the monster yet. ]

Amy, you don’t need to yell I’m perfectly capable of hearing—

[ and he sees the creature. ]

Now, what exactly are you? Wait. Don’t tell me. Are you an ood-dog? I can tell. You’re definitely an ood-dog.

[ and he’s moving steadily closer to the creature, sonic screwdriver in hand. ]

Doctor, no. What are you doing?

Not to worry, Amy. He might look terrifying, but like the Ood, he’s perfectly harmless. You know that, we’ve met one. …Will know that, and actually, he wasn’t in the best of moods since he was mind controlled by—

[ He’s cut off mid-sentence as the so-called “ood-dog” whips out one of its tendrils and grabs onto the sonic screwdriver. The feed shakes as Amy jumps, grabbing the Doctor's arm, fearing he might lose it. ]

Right then, maybe he’s not in the best mood either.

[ After a few more tugs, the Doctor manages to get his sonic screwdriver out of the creature’s tendrils. And as if the Doctor needed to say it… ]

Run!

( ooc; amy and eleven. the shadow event strikes! responses will naturally be delayed until they've dealt with the monster. action is welcomed though! )

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sitting in the bean bag chair. He's wearing an outlandish fur coat and a feathered fedora. In one hand is a glass of wine. The hyenas, Stan and Ollie, are crouched at his feet eating something that may or may not have once been a person.]

Nothing like surviving a plague to really make a fella think about his own mortality. Whatever shall we do if we find ourselves slipping outta this mortal coil, hmm?

[He smiles lazily into his glass]

Me? I'm working on my bucket list. Things to do before I kick the bucket.

...There's a funny phrase, eh? "Kick the bucket". Now where the heck do you suppose we got that from? Hanging? Kick the bucket away and you turn and spin and start to dance.

[He looks thoughtful a moment then blinks.]

Er. Anyhoo, where was I going with that thought before I so rudely interrupted myself? Ah, yes! The list!

[He looks meaningfully into the camera.]

What would you lot do if you had a week left to live? Think about it! Then do it. Thank me later, on the other side. Let nobody say old Joker doesn't care about his public.

hostage

Hey - guys. Uh...

[A voice post from Jesse? Not his usual style. It sounds like he's outside and struggling to drag something.]

Can you believe there's like no cabs down by Sector 10? Like at all? What's the deal? Tried calling and they won't even come out this way. It's bananas.

So I just, uh -

[He sucks in sharply and stops moving. There's a thump, presumably as he leans against a wall.]

Any one of you guys a healer? Like a healer, not a doctor. I know, I know, it's gonna be dark soon. I'll pay you if you can just, like, get out here. Fast. Before dark. Please.

symmachy

[scathach is sitting on the edge of a building. she's only outside because there are just a few clouds in the sky, so she isn't too worried about getting a sunburn. she's holding the nv in one hand, arm resting on her knee, so the frame is a little crooked.]

Now that a cure has been found, I hope that all of the sick will be on their feet soon.

[just pleasantries. she's clearly getting to business now, because she actually looks to the camera, straightening the picture.]

I was hoping there would be some kind of school here akin to Xavier's Institute, but I have yet to stumble upon one. In light of this, if someone could direct me to a local dojo, I would greatly appreciate it. And if there is no dojo, I will need space to build one.

[oh right.]

I'm a teacher of the martial arts and weapons combat. I suppose I should mention that I'm open for lessons right now, though they will have to be in a public space, preferably a park or field. If anyone is interested in learning, tell me now. Lessons start tomorrow.

[and with a curt nod, she cuts the feed.]

where_the_hearth_is

Hello, everyone!

I hope you all feel better soon. Are you excited about the block party? I am. I want to cook for it! But I've never had any kind of party before, let alone this sort of street festival.

So I have questions! Are you going? How many days? What kind of food would you want to find there? Meals, or snacks, or both? What kinds of foods would be traditional? I understand someone else will be providing pastries, but I'm sure that still leaves plenty of niches to be filled.

Secondly, I don't just want to cook, I want to go! It sounds quite fun. As I am a building, this requires some creativity. I am currently constructing a vendor's stall featuring audiovisual transmission and display link-up, but I'm going to need people to help set up the hardware and so on. Ideally, I'd like volunteers for assembly, disassembly, and handling the manual aspects of the booth as necessary for all four days. Would full day or half day shifts be best? You'd be paid for your time, of course, and may help yourselves to free...whatever comestibles I end up providing. But I'm sure they'll be delicious.

scienceshow

[Hello, SP. Your resident mad genius has decided to grace you all with his presence.]

The sheer number of you complaining about this illness has gotten on my nerves. Therefore, out of the goodness of my heart -- and for the sake of hearing something different on the NV network -- I am volunteering my services and my intelligence to find a way to end this epidemic.

[Yeah, complete asshole alert! ...and then he turns serious. Because this is serious.]

That being said, I will require an individual to volunteer themselves for experimentation. I am only extending this request to Newcomers. I cannot guarantee this will be a successful process, nor can I guarantee it will be without pain. I cannot even guarantee your life. What I can guarantee is that I will not rest until I find the solution for this disease, no matter how many times I have to kill you to do it.

That being said: yes, this is a serious request. No, I don't expect just anyone to volunteer for it. I suggest you seriously consider it before even replying to this message.

ibreakrules

[When Frau's voice flickers on it's filled with rage, pure and simple. Mixed into that is a hidden sadness that nearly chokes him. In the background is the sound of a pitiful little whining from Mimsy.]

God dammit, brat! You swore to me that you would take care of yourself!

[There's a growl from Frau and a pause, where Mimsy's whimpering is more obvious.]

Don't you see what you did to her? Huh?

[And to him, but he would never say that. He can deal with loss. He's dealt with it before and he'll deal with it again. It's no big deal to him. Which is total bullshit, but he'll stand by that anyway.]

And YOU!

[It's not overly apparent that Frau's no longer talking about Kevin, but he's not.]

This is why I don't believe in you, you ass.

directorestheim

[The video's panning in a darkened room filled with the slight glows and hums of electronics, none of which look like what can be found around the Port anymore. In fact, at the edge of the screen, rather than a computer and keyboard, there looks to be a completely holographic interface and screen displaying words that didn't look like English at all.

The camera is set firmly in front of what looked like a cleared desk.]

I'm looking for materials... minerals, ores, chemicals, and the such; that people might have brought with them to the Port either by accident or might now be trash to them.

Particularly, my search is for a specific ore that can do this--

[As a demonstration, a coin is tossed at the table. Rather than hitting the surface and clattering around, though, it bounces just the slightest in midair several inches off the surface of the desk, its decent slowing noticeably until it comes to a gentle rest on top of the table without so much as a sound.]

--without allowing the object to fall. [And in before someone suggests giant magnets.] Also without detrimental effect to devices that it may be used within.

I'm uncertain whether such a thing exists here, but... [But two months of being a busy bee and he's barely been able to recreate some computers, devices, and a prototype of a weak anti-grav safety net? Not good enough.] If there is anything that you have seen around the Port that seems strange or unusual technologically, please let me know.

cursedblood

[hello, Port. on screen is a man who could pass for eighteen, but has that 'look' of someone far older. he could probably also give a few models envy in terms of his 'look', period.

he also seems mildly annoyed.]

While being told that there are monsters that roam in the dark is alarming, being told that it is 2012 is even more so.

I would like a better explanation than the one I was given.

circusmaster

Open Summer Education courses upcoming at Siren's Pull University (SPU): German Philosophy & Literature - Tues., Thurs. 12:30 - 2 PM - A comprehensive course covering the ideas of Kant, Hegel, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard and the literary works of Goethe, Kafka, and Mann. Lecture style with discussion encouraged. Early 20th Century Europe - Mon., Wed., Fri. 2 - 2:50 PM - Study will center most around the World Wars and what led to both of them, as well as their aftermath. Lecture/discussion course. Taught by newcomer professor, George Smiley, who served in WWII.

[As far as anyone will know, Smiley was a soldier, not a spy.]

Questions on these courses can be directed to Professor Smiley at (NV number), and those interested are asked to register at SPU's enrollment office.

[The innocuous announcement is followed several hours later by an anonymous, untraceable text sent only to Newcomer NVs.]

Who do you stand with on this island, and why?

theorizes

[The NV does not show a person. Instead, he sends out a text. Because Skyping is for people who have achieved the first three tiers of friendship.

He's also rather freaked out by the Darkness and doesn't particularly want to show it on video feed, so he's just going to sit in his new starter apartment and pretend everything is perfectly normal and Leonard is going to come get him, thank you very much.]

I have been told by one [1] so-called expert in the field that I have been brought to an alternate dimension. As this is both ridiculous and impossible as I have not discovered it yet, I am waiting for an explanation that is both reasonable and able to be proven.

Until then, I will be waiting within this house of the American past-time, attempting to find a train station to return me to Pasadena.

Should they be within this "alternate dimension Canada", I require the presence of one [1] Leonard Hofstadter, provided he is not off wasting his time entertaining the company of two [2] scientists by the names of Rajesh Koothrappali and Howard Wolowitz or one [1] Cheesecake Factory waitress that lacks the education to know this is a ridiculous hallucination by the name of Penny.

By the terms of our friendship agreements, they need to be within this baseball diamond.

Now.

[And then, just as this text is sent out, another one follows it, from the same feed number.]

Amy, if you can read this, call me. Please.

I need to speak with you immediately.

universaljanitor

[Greetings, Siren's Port. The face you'll be seeing is one that vanished from the Port a few days ago, but more than that it just... looks different. Older and younger all at once, free of the weight and pain that had been lining it before, the stress and insanity. Instead, in its place, is pure relief. As if the weight of the universe had been lifted off his shoulders.

Oh. And he looks like he might have just fallen through a window.]

Siren's Port? I'm really... this is the Port? Again? Now...? [His voice is strained, shaky, as if he's just about to completely lose control of his emotions] How... how long was I gone? Was it that long? Days? Months?

Is everyone still here? Jack? Washu? Jubilee? All you angel blokes?

... Rose?

recidivus

The Doctor's gone home.

tea_lover64

[Iroh does not look pleased, his brow is furrowed and he is not his usual happy and calm self. Today he is angry, and though not one to allow his anger to get the better of it, he cannot simply put it aside. His life has been greatly impacted, and this is the second time he has been affected by a bombing. He clears his throat, and speaks very clearly]

Brooke's has been blown up and destroyed. For those of you who work there, I am afraid there is still much damage to survey to give a realistic timeframe when and if a return to work can happen, I apologize to any hardship this may cause you.

[He takes a breath]

This is the second bombing I have been involved in, the first happened with the Newcomer apartments. This was an entirely unprovoked and hateful attack upon a place of business. It seems as though the restaurant was considered an insult or a threat to certain parties. We arrive in an unfamiliar area, follow new rules, and conduct business according to the traditions of our forced new settlement, and this is how it is rewarded, disgusting.

[He has a genuine look of disgust on his face]

I refuse to be intimidated by these actions, they are the marks of a cowardly group. This sort of violence is the action of those desperate and deranged. I will dedicate all resources and time I can, to help ensuring that those responsible will be brought to justice. Honour demands no less.

[He seems about to shut his NV off before he pauses for a moment]

A single arrow is easily broken, but not ten in a bundle.

[Then the video clicks off]

hostage

[Here's Jesse, chilling in his living room, looking a whole lot healthier than he did a few days ago. Fully healed now, in fact. He's fidgeting, but thankfully his NV has been placed on the coffee table so the video is steady. The room is also much brighter than necessary. Maybe he's bought a few extra lamps... A lot of extra lamps. Floodlights, even.]

Hey, uh... You guys know the game Two Truths and a Lie? Like where somebody says three things and you have to guess which one's the fake one?

Anybody wanna play?

murasamia

[ Maria appears on the screen of the NV without much flourish, forehead wrinkled just slightly by what could be interpreted as either a look of intense concentration or utter confusion. Considering who's making it, it could be both, but she opens her mouth and starts going on and on, answering the question pretty much immediately. ]

Siren's Port! Something really weird happened to me, amigos! You're gonna blow your wigs!

[ her brown eyes focus quite intently on the camera, and as she starts talking, her hands match her words with various little gestures. ]

So the other day when I went to sleep in my bed like normal, I woke up and I was suddenly back in 1933, amigos! Well, not woke up - it's more like I never left! I was just there! And when I was there, I didn't even remember none of this Canada stuff! Crazy, right? [ instead of waiting for an answer, she nods in agreement with herself and continues. ] Anyway, I went and did all the stuff I was supposed to do back there! It was great -- well, parts of it weren't great, but I won in the end, as usual, and I beat up that annoying chica and I kept Tick safe and I cut the sky open and everything -- but I shouldn't talk about it, you know, Mr. Luck gets mad!! Yeah, but I finished that, and then all of a sudden I woke up back here again last night!! My stuff's still here, and I remember it all.

[ finishing up her clearly new and intriguing little tale, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite puzzled. ]

... I've been trying to figure it out, but I hate puzzles that I can't just beat with my swords. But it's really eatin' me, amigos! You don't think this place is some kinda weird dream I'm having, right?

universaljanitor

( Non IC cut for length )

[VIDEO]

[About ten minutes after that bit of nonsense was accidentally sent out, a video of the Doctor - there's a bruise and a few cuts on his cheeks and his hair looks like a tornado ravaged it - sitting in a blank, white room is flickering into focus]

Right... Been a bit preoccupied the last day. Anyone want to fill a bloke in on what exactly happened last week or should I just start testing the water for steroids?

[There is NO EXPLANATION OF HIS MENTAL STATE. But he is, uh, holding up his little "mental illness awareness" card he's apparently supposed to present to any authorities who might start questioning him, now.] Got a nice souvenir out of it, at least!

( Private to Chuck )

( Private to Jack )

( Private to Rose )

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!