sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: the house

[Here is Visser One, posting with her own face for the very first time, businesslike and deadly serious. She seems to be posting from some kind of office- whether home or otherwise is impossible to tell. Everything about her has the air of unimpeachable seasoned authority.]

Well, we've all seen the rash of posts about disappearances in the last three days. [She takes a short, impatient breath, drawing herself up a little more.] Come now, we can't possibly think it's just a coincidence. What did that kind of thinking get us with the virus?

Organizing is imperative. We won't accomplish anything by staying scattered and in a panic.

First and foremost, I need you all to come forward here and give the name of anybody who's gone missing this week. So far, I have a list of six names.

[She folds her hands on her desk and leans in, expression intensifying- but still unusually cold. Like a hunter, not an impassioned loved one.]

We will find them. We'll find them, bring them home, then we'll find the offender and give them exactly what they deserve.

(OOC: feel free to threadjack and make a big mess of this post if you want! Visser One just really wants to see some discussion and organization going on, and so do I.)

thefourteenth

Hello, Siren's Port. I come before you with a desperate plea.

[Visser One is no fool. First she takes a few hours to scan the networks and sort through enormous amounts of archived data. What she finds is interesting: evidence of Earth mythological figures, inhuman creatures proudly identifying as alien. People obviously from worlds far more advanced than Earth.

Still, she chooses anonymity. No sense in publicly humbling herself and exposing her Achilles Heel.]

I am a new arrival to this world in serious need of help. My species needs a certain kind of sustenance that we can't find outside of our home world.

I need help, or I will die.

I need someone with highly advanced technological capabilities to help me. Fortunately, I have the means to feed myself temporarily, which you can adapt for your purposes in creating a larger generator. Without it, I will starve to death painfully within a week.

Please, I beg you. Compensation will be given in whatever manner I'm capable, once I can concentrate on anything other than survival. I assure you, I am far from helpless, and will pay my debt in full. Anyone who chooses to assure my long-term survival stands to gain much from the bargain.

doeswhathewants

[The NV feed clicks on and Loki, looking a little worse for wear around the edges, is peering down into it, a bit wary.]

Leah? Daimon? ... if this is about those shirtless jokes- [A frown as he looks about] Oh. Oh! [Then his expression brightens.]

Well met and glad tidings, Siren's Port! It has been a while- [He pauses] For me, at least. For here...it seems less than a day has passed, but that only means I have interesting things to share and the lot of you do not. How much power this place yields to obfuscate the memories of it from even an one such as myself, and all the way back in my own world, no less!

Disconcerting.

Ah well! I shall welcome the break and consider this a much needed vacation. After all, I have saved Midgard no less than three times since I returned. Only 997 more times to go before we are even.

Ah- if you meet a verbose magpie, converse with him at your own peril lest he talk you into swallowing your own tongue.

thelittlestbub

[She's had a shower and she's changed into yet another uniform. Her hair is back in a bun, and she looks perfectly healthy - because she is.]

Ladies and Gentleman of the Newcomer Community. I realize these last few days have been trying and accusations have been flung about.

However, I am going to make a request. All calls sent to Michael Xavier's NV are being routed to mine. In light of the current situation, I have power of attorney until such time as I deem him capable of handling his own affairs.

I understand he had a great many friends here who wish for explanations and for him to defend himself.

[The wording is very deliberate.]

As his legal proxy, I am politely asking that everyone allow him this time. All questions can be directed to me, in person at my home, [insert address here for HoA], or over the phone.

theosen

[ The feed opens, a sliver of broken light filtering down into a narrow alley, largely left in shadow. The resin of darkness is thick in the night air, almost pulsing with malignancy as sounds of the already dead break the stillness with distant shrieks.

And yet it does not phase him, a faint outline of red molded against the dark. Two pinpricks of light shine, but coldly from where he sits, leaning against crumbling brick wall, his features largely obscured. ]

The truth.

[ The voice is soft but clear, a coarse resonance like age-old gravel. ]

Ever since the world began, it has been a thing greatly sought after. For ages long, men have questioned, seeking with all diligence the hows and whys of creation. They have traveled far, leaving all else behind, for the answers they so ardently desire. Desperate to know, desperate to see, they've torn themselves and their worlds apart, sought counsel from the very gods, and still come away dissatisfied.

[ He turns his head, a piercing weight to that eerie stare. ]

Tell me, Siren's Port. What is your truth?

thequarterback

[No video this time. Voice only. He wasn't even going to bother with that. This was originally text, but he feels confident enough right now to speak. Video is just out of the question though. There's no chance of that right now]

I just have one question, you know, something I've been sorta wondering about. [He's trying to keep his voice steady and his tone light, but he can't seem to really bring much life to it] Go ahead and ignore me if this is too personal or whatever, but how do you deal with death? [He pauses] I mean, there's been that stuff on the news about vampire attacks and people dying and everything. So it just got me thinking, I guess. [That's not how he started thinking about it at all] I mean, I, uh, I never really lost anyone close to me before, at least not anyone I remember.

swordandbells

[Sabriel's been finding herself a bit moody in the last week. Not only because of the effects of the Core disrupting her sense of time, but also because with Valentine's Day approaching, all the advertisements celebrating love and happy couples has begun to make her think of someone far away.]

There's something I felt I had to ask.

Is there anyone back in your world whom you miss? Someone special, I mean. Someone with whom you wish you'd had more time?

momchester

[Anyone who knows and talks to Mary knows that she doesn't really like texting. So the fact that this is text- it's unusual.]

Dean Winchester is gone from Siren's Port. He disappeared earlier today.

If anybody wants to find me, I'll be at the Newcomer Memorial.

[Most likely drunk. Her marriage dissolved even more this week, talk about an awful month.]

[Private to Castiel | added several hours later]

Hi. Just wanted to drop you a line and ask how you're doing.

paterelohim

[This starts very obviously as a butt-dial: it shows some absolutely nothing, complete with rustling sounds and the odd noise associated with accidental calls. Then there's a huge clatter and the video bursts into light suddenly, the frame all chaos as the NV obviously falls and rolls across a floor before screeching to a halt.

The scene it shows is patently odd: a porch, with Chuck already bowled over by a very excited dog that appears to be a wolf (!!!), petting and greeting it like it's a pet he's known forever, complete with the embarrassingly unmanly "Who's a good dog? Who's a good dog?" type of talking-to-animals that nobody ever wants the world to see. They're interrupted by a second dog bounding into frame and joining in the man's-best-friend love-fest.

Then something happens that isn't immediately obvious, but Chuck jumps nearly out of his skin with shock and looks from one dog to the other, as if the dogs themselves did something. The dogs seem normal; nothing visible or audible happened, but Chuck says something to the wolf as if answering a question.]

What the hell- wait. Lucifer? [To the dog.] Then who's this?

[The dogs keep circling him, playing with each other, putting their heads on Chuck's shoulders, nosing him, generally bothering him as he continues to pet them and be affectionate- despite the fact that he seems under the impression that the wolf is Lucifer.] What? [Pause. To the wolf-] Well, yeah- you're an angel, I can always sense angels. [To the dog, still in the derpy talking to animals voice:] Who are you, buddy? I know you have a last name.

[It goes on like this for another minute, with the wolf (who Chuck accepts as Lucifer) barking at Chuck once and the dog continuing to be incredibly friendly and happy- before it suddenly starts growing, shape twisting, then disappearing into thin air. Chuck reacts appropriately by jumping a mile and falling on his ass with a,] Holy crap! How the fuck did you teach him that?

[If the dogs reply, the video doesn't show it; the wolf/Lucifer turns and starts to... something. If you look closer, it looks like Lucifer-the-wolf is wrestling with something massive, or with thin air.

Then the invisible dog shakes Lucifer-wolf off and Chuck gets knocked flat on his back, a massive paw indentation in his chest as Chuck sputters and flails. Judging by how he's twisting his head away, it's licking his face. Not to mention the saliva appearing on his face out of nowhere.

Chuck tries pushing something away from him and manages a-] Can you not? I like knowing where a tongue's going before it gets there, dude.

[His hand knocks away again when the feed cuts.]

((OOC: Replies will all ICly come from a while after this broadcasts, since it'll take homeboy here a while to realize what happened. That invisible something is a Hellhound, same as Chuck's last Hellhound post, and Crowley's. I mean, it's not the same Hellhound, but the exact same type of beast. It's also secretly Sam Merlotte shifted into a dog/Hellhound, but those permissions aren't my division, bro.))

doeswhathewants

[The video kicks on and Loki is sitting cross legged on a roof, view of buildings in the background behind him, the NV is propped up so the view is at an angle. The hood of his zip front sweatshirt pulled over his face, casting a shadow. Green eyes fairly glow from under the shade of that hood. He's smiling and it's just a bit sharp, a bit smug as he carefully plucks up and eats a blue M&M from a bowl of entirely blue M&M's, a can of Redbull held loosely in his right hand.]

Blizzard.

Rather inconvenient. [The smile grows more sly.] For some people, anyway.

For others, well, perhaps it is better that some of us are on the straight and narrow. [A grinning pause] Mostly.

[He pops another blue M&M into his mouth, chewing silently while he considers]

Boring, boring, boring. The walls are closing in. You know what happens then? Some real fun. Not yet, but soon. You'll know when it starts.