sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: walter c. dornez

[The feed today clicks on, showing the Doctor in... a rather different mood than he's been in before. Less cheerful, less manic. His face is lined, brow pinched and furrowed in a mix between utter outrage and worry, and his eyes are dark and intense. Blazing with a fire that most of the Port hasn't been privy to, yet.

For you see? Three of his friends are/were missing. And while it seems that reports from those that are missing are trickling in, now... well. The fact that Newcomers were the ones who'd disappeared, after so much anti-Newcomer sentiment surging through the Port... and then the talk of IDs being required?

He's seen this cycle of hate and dissent time and time again. And it makes him sick]

In all my years, I've seen many, many things. Brilliant things, amazing things. The triumph of civilizations against all odds. The utter kindness a man can find in himself in times of crisis.

But I've also seen horrible things. Death and war and strife and famine... I've seen the casualties of the Battle of Watling Street, I've freed the tortured caught up in the Spanish Inquisition. I've looked over the countless kilometers of unmarked graves in the Jangreeth Civil Wars.

( non ic cut for length )

[His lips are pursed for a moment, tension clear in his face, nostrils flaring in barely supressed anger. But befroe he can say anything else... he reaches forward, and turns off the feed. He doesn't quite trust himself to keep a level head, past there.

But three hours later, in the middle of the night, an anonymous (heavily anonymous) text message will be posted to the Network.]

( Anonymous Text, cut for length )

integra_hellsing

[ When Integra appears over the NV, she does not at all look pleased. If anything, quite the opposite. ]

What a horrible few weeks we have all seemed to have here. Between sickness and the Darkness... [ She shakes her head, frowning. ] I hope that everyone has remained safe.

Regardless of this... tell me, is anyone here in college? Or, rather, is there any sort of university available that is fairly close by? It would seem that I am missing paper work. I believe it would be in my benefit to return to school... at least, for now.

Speaking of which, Walter -- if you are watching this, I will need to speak with you.

For the rest of you, if anyone could give me details; prices per course, locations... I would truly appreciate it.

[ PRIVATE; Filtered to Soma ]

Mr. Cruz, you and I have yet to truly meet in person, and I believe that a meeting should be in order. I've got a few things I would like to chat with you about, if you don't mind.

awakenings

I know that there have been several complaints filed in the past few days about the police coming into the Tower Apartments and going through the belongings of Newcomers. Please, understand that this is not something we can avoid. In fact, no Newcomer officer is allowed to touch this case and we aren't even capable of responding to any sort of distress call from anyone in the Towers if they relate to this incident.

[She sounds calm, surprisingly, though there's venom in her voice.]

Rest assured, this matter will be thoroughly looked into when the young girl is found. Any and all complaints will be investigated. But for now, I hate to say it...but there's nothing that can be done. Don't let that dissuade you from lodging a complaint or speaking up about it, however.

And if anyone has any information on the girl, if you see anything suspicious, anything at all, please come forward or drop a tip on the hotline.

[She knows very well how the police can treat Newcomers even when they're on their "best behavior". She's going to bring it up in the department once all of this is over, though her priority is on finding the girl.]

To those of you who are new and are wondering why I'm wasting my time, my name is Re-l Mayer, Corporal Officer of the SPPD. I've been in this city for two years. I also work as a Newcomer case worker and I'm here to help you with whatever you might need, whether that be a job, housing, finances, etc. My office is always open and you can reach my NV at any time.

[Probably a bad idea but she'll go with it.]

If there's anything else I can help with, please let me know.

( Encrypted to the NPP Head Board Members )

( Filtered to the SPPD cops )

( Encrypted to Sherlock Holmes and Red Robin )

thelittlestbub

[This post is locked to all the HoAers, and a few outsiders - Michael, Lucifer, Blaine, Walter. She's doing a mass post, because calling all of you individually is a pain in the butt.

And Tony's included, even though he has his fancy schmancy armor. He needs this anyway.]

Hey, over the next couple of days, could everyone stop by the meeting room downstairs? I've got a project going and need everyone to stop by.

No nudity will be involved unless asked for.

... Except you, Tony.

And, seriously, this is actually pretty important, so you guys need to stop by.

Deadpool, I need you to go on a supply run. I've got a list for you and the cash.

Loki, this includes you.

Any questions?

deductives

Firstly, to any members of the Church of Jonova possibly on this network, I would appreciate it if you were far more clever with your death threats. I hope whatever god supposedly resides there doesn't mind if I go about my daily business while it takes its sweet time preparing to smite me.

[Oh yes, Sherlock is perfectly healthy again, and just as sarcastic as ever.]

I wouldn't mind if it took out its wrath on that bloody reporter. The press is just as ravenous here as anywhere I've been. Good to know.

gaveherwings

[A very over-tired Dr. Yumeno has a bleary moment in Skye Medical breakroom, to turn on his NV and address the network with some wearied satisfaction. He looks like he hasn't caught more than catnaps in about a week, dressed in scrubs, a surgical mask pulled down onto his chin.]

SERO's come through well. A breakthrough much quicker than we anticipated, and ... yet not a moment too soon.

Congratulations are due to my colleagues who were able to be a little more involved in the process. We're very grateful for the good news. I'm considering the benefits of trying to get back into research medical and gene vector therapy myself, after seeing just how desperately the Port needs solutions in the field, to advance and adapt medicine for special needs.

Skye has limited resources for that- as those of you who've been with us can probably tell, it's been sort of a patient care zoo. We've been sorely understaffed, and that has shown in lack of patience, supplies, and time. [He winces, this is not something he's looking forward to bringing up, but there's something dogged in his eyes.]

On that note I'd like to apologize on behalf of any incidents I haven't been able to attend to personally. I've had my hands full, and I haven't been able to check in on the status of Newcomer patients as I would usually. If there are any more horror stories floating around of orderlies refusing to change out sheets or bring meals around to you, believe me when I say that as soon as there is time on my hands, I will be bringing that up as unacceptable staff conduct. If I'm to the be mouthy little newcomer tattler doctor on staff- well, they haven't sacked me yet and I may as well go down fighting for the things I set out to change here.

If there has been any discrimination going on, if anyone has been denied the basic rights of public health care, I urge you to seek legal representation here on the network and also to give me some idea of what was going on and where, so I can speak to my own supervisors as an advocate on your behalf.

But I'm sure what you're all waiting to hear about is cure distribution procedures, so I'm going to address that for a bit-

Skye Medical's just received the first batch of the injection serum an hour ago, and SERO promises more at both city hospitals as soon as they can manufacture it. As far as I'm aware, SPGH is following the same distribution procedure, in needs-based triage stages: first to our patients in critical care, then to hospitalized patients by order of day of admission .... except admitted newcomers without previous medical records, who will likely receive the last batch before going to stage 3, public distribution at the Hospital Walk-in Clinics and the Stadium Quarantine. [That exception does not sit well, by the way his mouth is pursed]

I've been on the phone with the city CDC for the last hour, and it seems we've also been slated last for cure distribution at the Newcomer Center Clinic. I've been told we can expect to receive limited dosages June 6th at the earliest, and that we must shell out for it ourselves as a private health care provider. ....nevermind that we are non-profit!

So- [There is a briskness to his abrupt sigh, a thinly veiled frustration. It has been a very trying hour on the phone.] My advice to those of you still waiting for the cure at home is to wait till the second day of Stage 3 release, which they're tentatively forecasting for June 3rd or 4th. Come to Skye Medical's 24 hr clinic, or SPGH's public distribution center. Arrive early after morning siren, be prepared to wait. While in line, if you are questioned by anyone other than a medical professional about your citizen status, please try your damnedest to pass yourself off as a local. [ Disgusted, Daedalus looks aside.] (Two years, and this is what 'progress' gets us...)

Thank you again for bearing with us. I'm trying my best. I'll be available for a little while, to answer any questions.

sequincy

[the video's on, but it's hard to tell, because all you can see right now is the inside of a pocket. Two voices, however, are coming in loud and clear.]

...think I'm going to let you intimidate me, you faggy little nobody? Let me set something straight for you, okay, you're a newcomer and a glorified dressmaker. I don't give a shit what you think you saw because it doesn't mean shit.

[and a calm, cool, familiar voice - ] What I saw was you using your powers to illegally charm my fellow female employees. I had wondered why I couldn't figure out your ability before. It only works on the opposite sex, doesn't it? Is that how you were able to convince Mdme. Depaul to sign Marées Bleues over to you?

The old biddy was old news, and old news gets moved over for new news. That's the way of the world. I saved this company. We have new contracts, a new lingerie line -

Then you admit it. [Uryuu's voice tightens.] You're despicable -

What I'm admitting is that this company is moving in a new direction with new, AGI funding, and our new backers don't like a lot of backtalk. It's something we have in common. [a chair squeaks back sharply, there's a rustle of movement -] So if you ever think of coming in here and talking to me like this ever again, piss bag, know that I've got big dogs on speed dial who'd love to use you as a squeaky toy -

[the video suddenly clears, as Uryuu pulls the NV to reveal the shocked expression of a a handsome thirty-something-year-old man with auburn hair and a business suit. A man currently gripping Uryuu's shirt collar. Said man looks has clearly become aware of the recording light.]

Would you... like to repeat that, Mr. Robles?

[he slowly grimaces and shoves Uryuu back, hissing between his teeth.] You're fired.

Good. Because I also quit. [the feed ends.

...and when it returns fifteen minutes later, Uryuu is standing outside, coldly smoothing his hair back into place and patting at his ruffled clothing.] I'll be taking solo commissions from now on. Inquire within.

integra_hellsing

[ Despite looking far worse than she did the last time she appeared over the network, Integra looks, at the least, determined. She's sitting up in a chair this time around, not in bed, and she's dressed in her suit -- it's somewhat wrinkled, mind you, considering it took her every ounce of energy she had to get the stupid thing on.

With a shaky hand, the young heiress lifts a teacup from her nightstand; a dead give away that she's quarantined herself to her room, still. Using her other hand to steady it, she takes a small sip to wet her throat before speaking.

Her voice is gravely and hoarse, it's obvious she's having a hard time speaking. ]

I am in need of someone who can draw up a last will. If I am to die in this bloody place, I'm going to be legal. I don't have many things, I can assure you... so it will be quite simple. This is, naturally, assuming I die.

[ Because she sure as shit feels like it. ]

I don't want to do anything in person, naturally, I wouldn't want to infect anyone else. So if anyone knows of a good attorney or someone along those lines, if they would so kindly direct them my way... thank you.

[ The feed ends. ]

momchester

[Mary has been crying. Obviously, unattractively, ugly-crying; the evidence is still all over her face. It's an unflattering look on top of how visibly sick she is, looking pale and feverish and miserable. She's sitting in a hospital room in Skye, curled up in a chair squished uncomfortably into the corner. The narrow space between the chair and the actual hospital bed is taken up by one of those fold-out cots they have for family members, smushing her into the corner, forcing her to curl up with her knees to her chest in the chair.

That's the thing, though. The cot is empty. The hospital bed is empty.

There's a long silence, until you almost wonder if this is an accidental post, in which she just stares past the camera, worrying a silver charm bracelet on her wrist.]

It's killing people. I haven't seen it in the news yet, but it's killing people. The guy in the morgue said everything was quiet this morning. Now it's a rush. [She bursts into a violent coughing fit, looking slightly green.] I talked them out of kicking us out of the room- but Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to sleep in here, you know?

[Suddenly she seems to realize how awkwardly she's oversharing, and pulls herself together a little, rubbing her eyes and running her hands through her hair. Despite outwardly getting it together, she's still obviously hanging on by a thread, something dull and brittle in her eyes.]

If you know me, please- let someone know that you're alright. If you don't, if we've never spoken... I don't care, I still wanna know that you're okay. So many people in this city are alone.

tinyvampiregod

[The video is balanced on Walter's nightstand, focused on the vampire laying in Walter's rumpled bed. He looks.... terrible. Bloodshot eyes, skin stretched taut over sallow cheeks, almost grey in pallor.]

I have contracted the plague.

Integral, I blame you for infecting me.

whitedarklord

[This starts out as voice, though it's obvious Soma's regretting that choice. He sounds really raspy, and his voice can barely get above a whisper.]

I'm not really fe-- [COUGHCOUGH] --feeling that-- [COUGHCOUGHCOUGH] ...dammit.

[And this is the point where he gives up on the whole talking thing.]

I haven't been feeling well. I think I caught that flu going around. I'm going to be out of school for a few days, and I'll keep myself to my room so I don't infect anyone else in the house.

Sorry, everyone.

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?

jackedthename

[Hello, Siren's Port! Have a Jack Harkness showing up on your NV. He is currently sprawled on the couch in the apartment he's been sharing with Rose and the Tenth Doctor.]

Right. Been here a few months now, figure it's a good time to find a proper job. I've already gathered that no job I have here will be anything like mine at home, but I'll take what I can get. So. [Cue the charming smile.]

Served in the RAF, good with a gun, excellent people skills. What've you got for me, Siren's Port?

tinyvampiregod

[The video focuses on the figure of the vampire, seated behind a desk, hands neatly folded on the top. He smiles and the petite canine fangs show.]

For those of you who do not know, today is Walter Dornez birthday. I expect appropriate well-wishes from his associates here. [He smiles and his fangs are sharper than before, eyes glowing red.]

To Integral and Seras- we will do something special. We will... bake him a cake.

tinyvampiregod

[He's sprawled in Walter's bed, sheets mussed, a book barely dangling from his fingertips, inches away from the floor, pages fanning out around his pale, childish hand. The NV is on the floor, skewed to an angle, capturing both the book and the vampire on the bed in the tangle of sheets, who appears to not realize the device turned on when it hit the floor.]

The disgusting taste of that human food lingers. The desire to consume it was not my own, I'm sure of that. Tch. Even a fledgling knows not to eat human food.

It even overpowers the delicious memory of maiden Hellsing blood and the virile bouquet of my partner's lingering taste.

[He looks directly at the camera and smiles a sharkish smile. Nope. He knew it was on.]

Oops.

[ A shadow tendril clicks it off.]

magnetic_magpie

[Starting at 1000, Magneto starts sending texts. He's had his NV back for two days now, and it's taken him some time to catch up simply on what is addressed to him, he hasn't read the general network yet. All the texts are encrypted and unhackable.]

( Jubilee, Emma, visible to each other )

( Jinx )

( Kevin )

( Mary/John, filtered from each other )

( Franz )

( Walter )

( Kuchiki Byakuya )

( House )

( Anna )

( Blaine )

( Unohana Retsu )

( Daedalus Yumeno )

( Jack/Ahiru/Claudio - filtered from each other )

( Sam Merlotte )

( Former HoA people (sans Castiel and Chuck) )

( NCC Clinic co-workers )

( Patients - any and all who have Dr. Xavier as thier primary or consulting physician )

( Eric/Alan )

( Czeslaw )

( Deadpool )

( Loki )

( Spiderman )

( Nel )

( Hitsugaya )

( Mercy )

( Kitty )

integra_hellsing

[ Good afternoon, residents of Siren's Port. Integra appears on the NV, looking thoughtful. She looks much better from the first appearance she made, and definitely cleaned up. She's sitting at home -- or rather, Doctor Seward's home, in her own quarters. ]

Now that I've had time to better accept this place, I am aware that I am in need of a job. Until I can get something more permanent, I am going to start offering private fencing lessons. If anyone is interested, please contact me and we will talk about pricing.

[ Private to the Stoker Household ]

[She leans back in her seat, crossing her left leg over her right, and she rests her chin on her knuckles. ]

On that note, I grow restless. I'm going out tonight to see this Darkness with my own eyes. Is anyone interested in joining me?

doctor_seward

[The screen pans slowly; A dusty wine cellar lies ahead, dark and sinister with its many shelved bottles but for the lantern which illuminates his face.

He stares blankly, desolate into the corner. His eyes seem oddly hollow but for the way his hands wring together, worriedly. He picks up one object, and horrified, moves to the next, seeing yet unseeing whatever lies before him.]

No, no…It cannot possibly be…T-that's…

[He mumbles unto himself much in the manner of a man possessed, sweat laden upon his brow. Given the clarity of the feed you might be able to deduce as much, if but for the silhouettes which move unseen in the background.]

Altogether, I find it a troubling matter...But they'll not indulge me! Do you think we are but a flicker in this reality of shadows? It shouldn't be, and yet I think, but for the life of me, this place has changed me. It has transformed me into a wretch.

I-I would explain, but how does one explain evolutionary theory to the madman or to the beggar? Can he be thought to grasp such things when his primary concerns point to survival? Back home, a man named Charles Darwin thought that the genes were responsible, that over time a species develops certain traits handed down from their common ancestors. He stipulated that each living creature must compete within its own limitations to survive, and that over time those traits which assist in survival and are better suited in dealing with the dangers of the world, begin to dominate the bloodline while the ones that were less beneficial were lost. Is it so that in order to survive here, within this place, we must not only assimilate, but our genetic makeups must transform as well lest we die or fall prey to some unkind thing?

( Struggles of evolutionary consequence )
[Once he finds time to settle down he'll pick up one of the bottles and toy with it idly in his hands.]

Suffice to say that I would never have thought I would be subject to nature, rather than God's whims. But, I've been proven wrong. I scarcely know how I might control a latent ability come miraculously manifest. How does one learn how to do such things? Please, advise me.

( Filtered to Stoker Household )

slipperysoul

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.