sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: vesper lynd

[It's Doctor Tenma! Big smiles all around for everyone.]

It's been a long time since I've been on the network! I'm sorry everyone, I've been working a lot, lately... I'm sure everyone remembers when some people changed into different genders! Well, we had a lot of people come to SP General, to, you know... [He makes a gesture that probably doesn't explain anything.]

But we're getting a lot of new people here, again. I haven't had a chance to say hello, so, I'm saying hello now. [Smiles.] I'm Doctor Kenzo Tenma, I work at SP General Hospital, and I'm also one of the doctors at the Newcomer Clinic. [There's a small hesitation for the next part.] I'm also a doctor for AGI. So, if you decide to work for them, they'll probably send you to me for a physical. Just... call up my NV any time, and we can set up an appointment!

[Always awkward the first time, but whatever.] I'm looking for some new, regular patients. I know, doctors don't usually advertise that they want more patients, but a lot of my regulars have... gone home, I guess you could say, and I know some Newcomers are happier to have someone like them take care of them. [He grins.] And maybe SP General needs to have an edge over Skye Medical, and Doctor Yumeno keeps poaching patients...

[That was a joke.] But I'd also... I'm trying to start doing things. In my free time. Instead of just working all the time... if anyone has any suggestions? On hobbies, or things to do, places to meet new people... besides cooking! I'm a really, really terrible cook. [A pause.] And singing, too. I can't sing or cook. Not that... anyone needed to know that...um.

That's-- ah, well, that's it! Thank you!

motioned

I bet I'm not the only one who's glad that's over. [A giggle.]

And just in time for Thanksgiving, too! My first one. It smells really amazing in here already, too. Since we didn't have any turkeys, especially not any exploding—

[But she stops that train of thought, because she's just going to get more frantic and awkward. As usual.]

I'm really excited, though. I think it's important to have stuff like this. I mean, there's a lot to be thankful for. N-Not that we shouldn't be thankful every day! But maybe a special day for it is good, too.

It'll be my first Halloween here in a few weeks too. I know you're supposed to dress up and give out candy to little kids, but I don't really know much about it other than that. It doesn't seem very fun, just sitting in your house in a costume, I guess. I'm probably missing something, though.

businessman

[Since his arrival, Gus has mostly been getting settled in: talking to the greeters, walking around the city, very literally getting the lay of the land. Now, he thinks, it's time to make his presence known.

The video turns on to show a slim, dark-skinned man standing in the exact center of the screen, wearing a dark plaid suit with a black shirt, a striped tie, and thin wire-rimmed glasses. He carefully adjusts his cuffs, and then the tie, and then the frames, and flashes the camera a smile. When he ultimately speaks, his voice is warmed by a hint of a Chilean accent.]

Good morning, everyone. My name is Gustavo Fring, although I'm going to insist that most of you call me Gus. I'm very grateful for the warm reception I've already received. If the greeters also receive messages over this network, really: thank you. You're providing a wonderful service to the city.

But most primarily, my reason for contacting you all today is this: where I come from, I used to run a chain of fried chicken restaurants -- Los Pollos Hermanos -- and I'm interested in relaunching the franchise here. I have one investor lined up, and I'm welcoming others, as well as looking for information on, well... [He chuckles sheepishly.] Just about everything, really. The greeters did an excellent job, but there's still a lot I need to be brought up to speed on. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.

And, of course, I hope to see you all on opening day.

( Privately, to Walter White )

((OOC nota bene: Gus has been chatting amiably with greeters for the past couple of days along with doing the basic Setting Up House kind of stuff. He's mostly just been asking about local business, SERO and AGI, and a lot of questions about powers and the Core. If you want to arrange something specific or handwave some stuff OOCly, get in touch!))

czes

[The familiar, fresh-faced boy with neatly combed hair is sitting in front of a desk lamp that gives off warm light. He's wearing a button-down shirt and a vest that gives off more of a vibe of times gone by than hipster parents. He smiles gently at the camera.]

So the other day one of my idiot friends subjected me to a particularly stupid lecture about how I've been behaving here in the city this last year and a half. It was annoying [grin] but it did get me thinking.

I haven't been very honest - [a bit of an eyeroll] like anyone ever is - but it's starting to really get in the way of things. My stupid friend seems to think I'll make even more stupid friends if I'm honest, so, here goes.

The truth is, I was born in the 18th Century. I've been a child like this ever since I drank the elixir of life in 1711 . The last time I visited home, it was the year 2002. I'm over 300 years old.

[His voice pitches upward: cute, sweet, never touched by aging.] Sorry I lied. I thought if people knew, they'd try to hurt me. It's happened in the past. [He won't admit that it's pretty easy to manipulate people with that cute face of his, too.]

One more thing. My name's not Benjamin, it's Czeslaw. Czeslaw Meyer.

I've had a lot of fun meeting all of you.

gaveherwings

Please let me be explicitly clear on this: I really don't want any sympathies, or to talk about my feelings on the matter. I can see a professional for that. I just want to get my head out of work for a little awhile. I know I have not made myself present for the newcomer community in some time, and for that I do need to apologize. I've been very occupied. I've had some projects to finish anyway, and I am fine. I only need a change of scenery, and I don't really want to go alone. I'm well aware that this is a most unorthodox and open way of asking, if you'll please forgive me, fellow newcomers. I am alarmingly inept at making social appointments; I always let him take care of it. I can't do that anymore, and I need to do something with myself beyond occupational diversions. I'm not so certain what I'm even asking for, just any excuse to break the cycle.

[ I sound thoroughly mad, Daedalus realizes in yawning surprise, hollow-eyed and vacant when he sits back heavily at his desk and reads this message over to himself half a minute later. Franz would be ashamed of me. Moreover, I promised Re-l I wouldn't let myself come to this again, these lows, and here I am. But it's a step out of this numb, and there's no recanting it now. ]

12second_orz

[The summer warmth seems to have made Tonegawa almost lazy when he appears on-screen, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, shirt cuffs rolled up. There’s a sleepy confidence to the entire affair, a crocodilian sharpness lurking in still, murky waters.

He doesn’t bother to take it out when he speaks; the result is that his voice sounds huskier than ever, faintly slurred around the cigarette end.]

Let’s play another game. [His hand disappears off camera for a moment, and when it slides back in it’s holding a small, gleaming bronze coin, between his thumb and forefinger.] It’s interesting, isn’t it? How life so often seems to rely on the figurative spin of a coin- that little twist of uncertainty that can, just as often, herald the twist of the knife. [He pauses for effect.] I’m sure you all know this one, but for the record: heads or tails. Pick one. Of course, it’s not that simple.

[The smile appears then, a cool abbreviation of his usual shit-eating grin.] Let’s say, hypothetically, that those who pick the winning side will be rewarded from a fixed pot, which will be shared amongst any winners. Let’s also say that those who pick the losing side will suffer a forfeit. Your victory will inevitably punish those less fortunate than yourself.

There’s one final rule: for a price, I could secretly tell you the winning result and guarantee you a perfect solo victory. You reap all the rewards- and I reap all of the losers you’ve left behind.

[He chuckles silkily.] It’s your choice, Siren’s Port. Heads or tails?

integrity

The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]

showbizpanache

[It's Kurt's second post within a relatively short while. It's video this time--and he looks put-together, crisp and diplomatic. He clears his throat delicately before speaking.]

First of all, it seems we've received some new arrivals. I'm Kurt Hummel-- And as assistant director of the Newcomer Community Center, I'd like to welcome you all, and encourage you to come by the Center if you need any assistance or wish to lend a hand toward our cause. If you have any questions about the Port or our objectives as a community, please don't hesitate to ask.

[A pause, and he looks uneasy.]

Second of all, I-- I didn't really publicly acknowledge it before, but... I was among those hunted last weekend, and--and I don't find it prudent to deny that anymore.

I am currently working with the NPP to mobilize our forces to do whatever we can to pursue justice--but in the meantime, I think it's more important than ever that we work as a community. To pursue individual acts of revenge is futile and dangerous to our survival here in the Port. I ask that everyone involved remain open to the idea of releasing an official statement to the mainstream media about what happened-- And for all Newcomers, even those who have just arrived, to commit as much time and energy as you can afford to contributing your support. Any donation--whether it's money, time, or lending a few moments to talk to someone--it all counts.

[He hesitates.] I know this may be shocking to some of you, but I think it's better if you all see this before I show anyone else. [Slowly he sets the NV down and pushes up one sleeve. Though he doesn't appear to be in pain (thanks to Michael), his arm still looks absolutely terrible--a skinned, mangled, hideous mess.] This is what those hunters did to us, among worse things. I'm showing you all because you're all part of this community we have built here as Newcomers, and you should all be as disgusted and incensed as I am--along with Ms. Mary, and Gohan, and Mercy, and all the Newcomers who have ever faced violence and prejudice here in the Port.

[Hastily he pushes the sleeve back down.] Let's fix this together. This can't happen again. It won't. Not if we work together.

Thank you.

showbizpanache

[Kurt's soft, high-pitched voice pipes up, breathy and energetic as usual, and he sounds like he always does. The only difference between this post and his usual ones, really, is the fact that it's not a video-- But that could be for all sorts of reasons, right? Right.]

It was quite startling, to have to fix our Darkness-proofing this morning! It's lucky I wake up so early, really, or I might have missed it. [A small laugh.] I wouldn't eat any of those Skittles, though, as tempting as they may be.

[Avoiding the issue, avoiding the issue...] Anyway, I-- I apologize for not answering calls over the weekend. I've been very busy. It's never my intention to worry anyone, so I apologize.

Especially you, Ms. Vesper-- I'm terribly sorry. Can I take a rain check on that coffee?

mediumdrip

A handful of posts about missing people can't just be a coincidence right? Just like Vesper said, Kurt's one of them.

I just got Kurt back. I'm not giving him up without a fight. I've contacted the police and I'm going to be looking for him. I know there are others who are just as concerned as I am. Maybe we could pool our resources?

There are too many things that could be happening to them right now. It can't be that the Core sent them back.

[muttering, might think this isn't getting picked up by the NV now] I can't do this without him...

( Private to Tim )

((ooc; gotta go to bed guys. will reply tomorrow!))

hostage

Yo, this is bullshit.

[Jesse's sporting a split lip, which he's gnawing at rather than trying to stop the bleeding. He looks like he's been roughed up a little, which makes this the second time in a week he's appealing to the network after getting beaten up. But this one's different than the last. He's pissed off instead of scared.]

So like I'm over by the center, right, 'cause I heard about that missing kid and I thought, Hey, why not look around? 'cause, you know, maybe there's a clue or whatever. I got nothing better to do.

So I'm looking around and these guys, like - like old guys, like I guess some kids' dads or something - they just come up and circle me. You know, like a tough guy thing, all intimidating. And they're like, "Hey, we saw you at that party. We know you were there. You know anything about this?" And I was like, "Uh, no." But they didn't like that answer, I guess, 'cause...

[He doesn't bother with the rest of the story, just pointing to his face with a roll of his eyes.]

And there's like cops standing right there, and they don't give a shit. They're all looking the other way. And then -

This is the really messed-up part.

Then I see all these cops marching up into the center. And once I shook off the Dad Patrol, I was all like, "The hell's going on?" And you know what it was? It was like a raid. Yeah. Like we got some little kid locked up in our community center. Like we're criminals. What the hell?

coolexec

[Video cuts in when Tony Stark, clad in the flashy gold and red and silver of the mark VI version Iron Man armor, is casually strutting away from the baseball diamond. Video bobs around haphazardly at first since he doesn't care enough to hold his NV steady in front of his face. There's a greeter trailing him, trying in vain to offer coupons, that Tony brushes off.]

Overachiever. I said I didn't want any. I don't like to be handed things. [He rolls a shoulder in mild irritation. The golden faceplate on his helm splits at the seams with a hiss and pulls back to reveal his arrogant face in full, which is then presented to the network.]

Is it May already? [Timestamp has been noted.] Go figure: time flies when you're in another dimension. Not that I'm not glad to see you, Siren's Port, but... no, I'm not. Hey, Little Miss Raincoat [he's bad at names so sue him that's specific enough], you didn't rent out my room, did you? That'd be.. rather inconvenient news, actually, considering I'm here again. Tell me the condo's still on the table before I pull a face.

[He pauses his gait, ready to take to the sky but wanting to throw out a few more words.]

Sorry. Not asking for anyone to strip me this time around. You'll have to get your jollies elsewhere. [The faceplate slides back in place, leaving the stoic mask of Iron Man on screen for a moment before video ends.]