sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: wendy watson

[ Despite the overcast weather, Damon has decided to take this video outside. What little sun there is serves as good a purpose to make his video look not-so-horrible on his NV, and the orchard trees still recovering from winter make as good a backdrop as any. No matter though, because today this daywalker is dialing up the charm. ]

So, fellow newbies, it's come to my attention that there's quite the demand for able-bodied protection after dark. Not all of you have the benefit of strength, speed and practical immortality. Some do. I figured, why not make the most of it? Why not offer my goods and services when there's an obvious need for them?

[ He's dialing back the elevator pitchy, interview voice now that he's moving on to the nitty gritty.]

Drop me a line, day or night, and I'll see what I can do. I'd be willing to wave the fee for the destitute if you're short on fundage. You know, we newcomers have to stick together.

[ If that doesn't make him seem like the most Upstanding citizen, well, he's not should what would help...except: ]

I know what you're thinking, "B-but Damon, with all the terrible things that happened recently, how do I know I can trust you?" Ask Amy Pond: Time traveler. Red head girl. She can vouche for my trustworthiness.

[ He's reaching to shut off the NV when he remembers one last, albeit rather important, detail. ]

Oh and for the record, my working policy is simple: Confidentiality. I don't ask questions, you don't ask questions, everybody's peachy.

( ooc note: Damon's attempting to start a security service and yes, he's willing to offer them for free should the need arise. He'll play nice and be a perfect gentleman to his customers, but with his morality being pretty grey-area he's extremely willing to work questionable jobs. )

myselfexcluded

[It's Washu time! Presently, she's perched on the edge of her desk in her office at SPU, looking altogether gleeful about something.]

Hi! Good news, everyone... Or bad news if you don't like new arrivals, but by my calculations it's precisely two weeks, a day, seven hours, and twenty-five minutes until the next Core fluctuation.

Buuut that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. Ever since the time loop, I've been wondering why we don't have a meeting of the minds every month or so- I don't say this often, because no one's nearly as much of a genius as me, but I think we have quite a few actually brilliant minds here and it would be really interesting if we could all get together once a month or more often if we wanted to discuss theories and see if we can implement them ourselves. Why waste our talents with blowhards like SERO when we have our own system, right?

[She gets momentarily wistful.] The Science Academy back home helped everyone across the universe, because it was a group of dedicated people who love their work, all striving towards certain goals to better individual galaxies. If one school can do that for the universe, think of a bunch of geniuses in one town can do.

So what do you say? Anyone interested? [BIG GRIN.]

ofthursday

[When Castiel comes onto the screen, he looks... Disheveled. More so than his usual messy tie and fluffy hair; really disheveled, like a few extra buttons are undone on his shirt and he's missing his coat. Also he may be sprinkled in a large amount of gold and green glitter.

He doesn't seem impressed with life at the moment.]

What is appropriate retaliation against a friend who insists upon irritating you overtly and needlessly?

Unfortunately, I am aware that true physical harm is an overreaction, no matter how tempting.

doeswhathewants

[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

mediumdrip

Has anyone seen Santana Lopez recently?

[He includes a group picture from New Years, Rachel, Kurt and Santana sitting on the couch in what used to be his and Kurt's apartment.] She's the one on the right.

integrity

It seems we've received another rush of individuals to the beloved city of Siren's Port.

[Crowley sounds fairly content with this.]

Ignoring the problematic situation you've now found yourself in, consider this hellish alternate Canada your new home. I'm Crowley -- [and he takes great care to enunciate his name as it is properly pronounced] -- your resident demon, though I suppose most of the citizens of the Port are more familiar with my invisible dog than they are me.

Should you require information on your situation or assistance through employment -- or less savory information regarding the Darkness -- you can feel free to speak to me. I promise I don't bite people I don't know and only those that willingly earn it.

Consider this an open forum on our collective agreement that we would all much rather be in Maui. Or perhaps some of you are actually Canadian and this is some kind of invisible pull towards home.

I hear hockey is a fantastic sport if you're part Neanderthal.

jokerofcrime

[There is darkness.

It is a horrible, shifting, terrifying darkness from whence only a tiny bit of light escapes. AND OH, THE SOUNDS. THE HORRIBLE SOUNDS. A cacophony of smacking and pleased sighs. The darkness shifts, more light pours through, shining like some beacon of Heaven in this most dark, horrible-

And then Meowth moves and the NV reveals that he's been buried in a pile of Cadbury eggs THE ENTIRE TIME. His mouth is covered in chocolate and his presently licking the creme filling out of one of them.] I don't know what's goin' on, but I think I can get used t' this. [One of his goons walks by with a basket of the eggs and proceeds to dump them on top of the unsuspecting cat.] HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DUMPIN THOSE, YOU BIG LU- Hey, this one's got caramel in it. [Om nom caramel egg.] Keep 'em comin', boys. I think I picked a good day to get a hankerin' for fried eggs, even if they can't find a real one in this joint nowheres.

( Anonymous Messages (Sent to anyone connected to the Terminus) )

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.

jackedthename

[The person on the other end of the NV is obviously familiar with this kind of technology. After a few seconds, a small holographic Jack appears, looking rather irritated and pacing.]

Right. This is the second or third time in a year I’ve been unexpectedly whisked somewhere I really don’t have the time to be. Anyone want to tell me how to get back to Cardiff? I have a feeling if I don’t get back soon enough, my team will probably kill me. [A pause, then a reflective smile.] They might anyway, actually.

So. Whoever’s in charge around here? I’m Jack Harkness, and I’m going to find you and get home, any way I have to.

moimin_papa

[Finland doesn't speak immediately as he turns the camera on. He has his legs tucked up against his chest, his chin resting on his knees, and on the floor of the newcommer apartment beside him are a few boxes of France's belongings. The loss of the fellow Nation was more of a shock to Finland than arriving here in the first place.]

We're all newcommers here, right? None of us belong here.

[His voice is accented; he was fluent in English before he arrived here, but anyone from the area should be able to recognise that he's Finnish, or at least from around there. Fidgeting, he pulls at a stray thread on his jumper, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looks down.]

What do other people do when they feel homesick?

universaljanitor

[The feed turns on to static and the sound of something crashing. There's a rumbling in the background, the whining groan of steel pushing against steel, the pop of restraints giving way, the crack of electricity through the air.]

No no no no no! Come on! [There's the sound of metal hitting metal, presumably of a hammer against the side of something. But the whining of something under pressure, about to give way only increases.] No. Buggered little- Worrr-kah! [The Doctor's shouting by now, and there's the sound of scraping against the microphone of his NV before a crack even worse than the others starts up, and whatever it is the Doctor's working on starts to scream in protest, metal scratching over metal with a sound not too unlike nails on a chalkboard.]

GRAAAAA- [Is the last thing heard from the Doctor, a snarled out cry of frustration, before there's the start of a small explosion, a roar and a blast and then a jolt of static through the feed for just a second before switching off.

Five minutes later, however, a text message is sent throughout the network]

( OOC cut for length )

terminates

[ Good day, Siren's Port. It's your resident jerkfais assassin and bounty hunting coordinator coming at you today with a PSA about the business. He's dressed for the occasion, masked and armored for the world to see, sitting quite professionally behind his desk.

His tone is deadpan as always. ]

For those of you who haven't already registered as a bounty hunter, the time to do it is now.

For those of you who are new to the Port, if you'd like to register as a bounty hunter, we're located in Sector Four at Mugshots bar.

[ He tilts his head at the camera. ]

My name is Deathstroke. If you have any questions, I'm the one to ask.

Try to keep it short.

[ With that said, he cuts the feed. ]

[ ooc: For information on bounty hunting, check out the info page here! To accept a bounty, put one on someone's head, or register as a bounty hunter, check out Deathstroke's IC contact page here! ]