sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: tony stark

[ Here is Nathan waving a little yellow slip of paper at the video feed to get everyone's attention. ]

I realise you're all dying or whatever so I'm gonna try not to take too much of your time. My brother Peter's gone missing. Left me this note saying not to worry, hold tight, yadda yadda. All well and good. But that was Friday, and there's still no sign. Doesn't call, doesn't answer his phone, didn't leave me any other way to reach him, so I'm wondering if one of you all has any idea how I can do that, or if you've seen him.

[ He can't even explain that Peter's lost Sylar and he's probably not completely in control of his abilities right now, because where would he even start? Nevermind that Peter underlined the parts about not telling anyone where their apartment was, or that Sylar was gone. ]

Couple of other things while I'm at it. First things first: I think you're all mad for thinking that this plague has anything to do with guilt. Maybe it just makes you feel extra guilty about shit you've done when you've got it, but I can't imagine it's the actual cause. God knows I've got enough to be guilty for, and not even a sniffle. Whoever tells you otherwise is probably some asshole trying to get money outta you.

And another question--has anyone had anything weird happen to their powers since getting here? I don't know, like this place is shaking them up? Playing mix and match? I could ah... I could fly before I came, and now I can't, and I think I'm... Picking up other things like my brother can. Things I shouldn't be able to do. Don't suppose anyone's gone through anything like it?

Oh, right. And for those who're curious I passed my resit for the bar. Took them a while to get back to me after the test but with most of the city down with this sickness... Never mind. You see Peter, tell him to call me.

[ He disconnects, and a few moments later a text message is pinged from the same address: ]

Hi again. Any tips for getting cats to like you? Furry little jerk took another swipe at me.

inamartiniglass

[She would have done a video post, but poor Vesper is rather unsightly. The lack of sleep from the illness has left dark circles under her eyes and she's paler than usual. That's why her newest entry is a voice entry, but it's marred with a rather disturbing whooping cough.]

The pharmacy near me ran out of the latest drugs to come out. My cough is getting worse and I'm feeling rather faint frequently

[Another fit of coughs.]

Does anyone have any remedies that have worked for them? My chest is starting to feel sore from coughing so much.

doeswhathewants

I've oft heard lately that a frozen dessert, iced cream, is good for those who are ill. Well, there are so many of you ill, I thought to contribute to assisting in your recovery by making this iced cream much more .... available.

[He's sitting on the ledge of a building, looking down on the street, the NV is focused on the street as police cars swarm after their quarry. The transformation is near instantaneous- cars, then large blobs of ice cream with overly large bananas sticking out of them. Uniformed officials scramble stickily out of the mess, only to find themselves slipping on the discarded banana peels. Loki's soft laughter is heard as the NV focuses in more sharply on the mess below.]

One may thank me in tribute of Red Bull and the Eggs of Cadbury, please no virgin sacrifices, that gets awkward.

[Oops. Loki may have accidentally interfered in police business. The NV clicks off. All typically exempted people are exempt, of course, Loki would never forget about you. Also Stark, if he owns a car.]

littlepinksuitcase

[Meryl looks considerably more composed this time around than she had toward the end of her first transmission to the network.

And sadder.]

Hello. I'm...I'm sorry, I still don't have the hang of talking to a whole city at once like this. We didn't have this kind of technology where I come from—the closest thing is my megaphone.

[She half-smiles for a moment, but it falls flat.]

I spoke to some of you before, but I didn't believe what people were telling me. I do now, though. It's very clear that this isn't some kind of trick. I've been trying to learn my way around. In some ways it's quite a bit more advanced; some of the technology this place has is very impressive.

[She sighs]

I'm sure this is a terrible time to talk about it, with so many people getting sick, but if anyone needs a hand with office duties, or paperwork, or anything like that, I've got experience and plenty of time on my hands. I've spent most of my career in the insurance business, but I've also spent a lot of time with outlaws and bounty hunters—if there's anyone who needs a hand, even just part time, please call me. My name is Meryl Stryfe.

doeswhathewants

[The feed is unsteady, almost bobbing, as it opens with Loki smiling down into his NV, a sly smile, far too many teeth showing. The NV is aimed up, giving a clear view of Loki's face and above his head, the night sky full of stars in a strange constellation and crystalline orbs arranged almost like the nine words... in fact, the shaft he's holding looks almost like the very thin trunk of a tree and if you stare long enough, the whole thing starts to take the shape- and then as the feed jars and one can see it is clearly light outside, one realizes it isn't the night sky, only an umbrella with a very good enchantment to the underside, hiding the spokes and the ripstop material.]

Unusual weather we're having today.

[He says this with the most shit eating grin possible.]

Anyone care to hazard a guess as to what it is?

yieldtotheshield

[The video starts out blurry and disorienting, walls spinning as the NV is handed off from one person to another. The background is a generic hospital room; bland walls, bland flooring, bland bed, uncomfortable chairs for visitors... Standing out against the pale walls is a colourful circular shield painted in red, white, and blue, propped up beside the bed. Next to it is an unidentifiable lump of clothing in the same colours. Slightly off-center on the screen is Steve himself, looking and feeling completely out of place. For a long moment, all he does is look confused.]

It’s on? Recording? [A soft voice offscreen confirms, stating that it’ll be just like the network videos they’d looked at earlier. The young man holding the NV looks unconvinced but turns his attention back to the device in his hand, eyeing it critically before addressing it.] Hi. Um. I’m Steve. Rogers. I guess when I arrived I was unconscious so they brought me to this hospital and... Is this really some other universe? I’ve seen some really strange things so it’s not all that unbelievable but..

Oh, the nurse said that I should try this.. network thing, see if anyone I know is out there. So I guess if you know me, say hi? And I’ll figure out how to say hi back. Somehow. Maybe.