sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: winifred "fred" burkle

[ Hello, world. Finally, the mop-headed lumberjack makes a visual appearance over the network. ]

Uh... hey. [ There's a tired smile. ] I'm Sam Winchester, I... showed up here pretty recently. I know I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it. Sorry if that ends up being a problem. But, if I knew you before, let me know, and we can get re-acquainted. In the meantime, I guess I'll be looking for a job.

[ And some answers, but that's beside the point. ]

ex_stakes70

[ So, in all the flurry of moving and everything else that's been going on - people getting sick, Willow not being the least of all, people disappearing, fighting monsters, etc - Buffy hasn't had much time to talk to Angel. She was excited about showing him her new place with Willow, but when she tried to contact him, it didn't work. His usual haunts are surprisingly non-haunty and there's a very extreme lack of skulking. Instincts kick in, and she knows something's wrong. Very, very wrong. ]

I can't find Angel. Or get him to pick up. Or -- or anything. [ She sounds... not really panicked, so much as just very worried. ] I think something happened to him. If anyone knows anything -- or if there's someone who could help me find out... I'd really - [ She's distracted by her fretting levels. ] - appreciate it, and double-really owe you big time.

mulletrock

[Dean's pretty frigging worried but he's trying to stay cool about it and part of playing that game is not to alert the other people that might figure out how to read between the lines, know his silent cues, or will add to the drama themselves.

Sure, he'll pay for it later but right now keeping it from the rest is necessary.]

[Filtered away from everyone in his cast he can possibly think of but hackable.]

has anyone seen Mary Winchester?

she's been gone longer than usual and she's not picking up her phone

I'd like to think she's out having a good time but it's not like her to shirk parental duties so I have to play the role of the good samaritan and ask

safeguarded

I don't know if there's any customary procedure I'm supposed to follow after a Newcomer leaves, but from what I understand, it's more or less common here.

Anyways, that's not really the point. I just wanted to say that Rainbow Dash isn't here anymore. A friend, as well as my fiance and I had been living with her, but she hasn't come home lately. I tried to contact her, but the call wouldn't connect.

I'm sorry to anyone she might have been close to. I would have rather contacted you personally, but I didn't have a way to know who her friends are. I hope finding out this way isn't too troubling.

[And he cuts the feed.]

justwillow

... Is anyone else getting tired with the people protesting outside the apartments? As if the headaches weren't bad enough without some M.O.O. group telling you how much you suck everytime you go out to get some more milk.

[She sighs. She'd been cooped up for a while now feeling the effects of the plague. It wasn't as bad as it had been though. There were some little things she had thought through in the time she'd been alone. It was enough to alleviate some of the head pounding.]
( Locked to the Scoobies and Angel Investigation crew! )

paterelohim

[Chuck, to put it delicately- he looks like shit. Warmed-over horse manure. Pale, sweating, shaking, lips chapped, breathing a little labored- he's obviously extremely sick. Despite this, he isn't in a hospital, but his own home. And despite this, he rubs his hands together, licks his lips, and manages to look a little lively.]

Okay, so- [Hold on, coughing.] I've been thinking.

[He backs off a little, revealing something shocking: he's in the wheelchair he was in for three months, that he hasn't touched in almost eight. It's a hover-chair, as some might remember- hovering two feet off the ground. There's an IV drip attached to it, hooked to Chuck's arm.]

I mean... we're all pretty much sick now. People are dying. It's awful. But you know, I think one of the worst things about plagues - [ha ha another horrible, hacking, rough coughing fit!] - fuck, is- the emotional aspect of it, you know? The isolation.

Millions of people died in Europe, but I bet almost none of them wanted to talk about it. Why... why would they. Everyone was suffering the same. Nobody wanted to just whine. But that doesn't mean that all the things bothering us just go away. We don't just lose our albatrosses because we got sick.

They say stress can affect your body. Being stressed or alone can make you die younger.

[You see, Chuck knows what the plague is. Thanks to an extremely helpful angel, he knows how to cure it. He knows He can cure it. It's not like He even has a choice about this- it's more like a calling. An obligation. There has to be a reason He went from healthy to throwing up and passing out within six hours, right? Clearly, Chuck has some shit He feels guilty about. And if there was ever a time to let loose some of that walled-up Power... it'd be now.

After all, they say only God can forgive.]

Maybe it's not the way to go. Maybe one way to help get through this is to not wall ourselves off like that- you know?

I mean, whatever happens... there aren't any new experiences or. or original thoughts. Whatever's tormenting you, there's someone out here who gets it.

There's always someone who can understand.

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.

justwillow

[Have a rather ruffled looking red-haired woman.]

Well. This is the most annoying thing that has happened ev- ... In the past week or so.

[She sighs and looks at the camera.]

Anyone want to tell me what happened here? I found this thing and thought I could work some compu-mojo and find out what's going on. But the tech is being all kerflooey and not letting me work it out.

[She shakes her head.]

And It wasn't even my fault this time- maybe this was what the anomaly in New York was...

arealgem

[To be careful, Ruby is only going to be addressing the network via text. She has no idea who could be here, and who might want her dead. She isn't too keen on the idea of being murdered after being brought back so soon, after all.

She also isn't too fond of the idea of not familiarizing herself with everything new around her.]

So Merry Christmas, Happy Un-birthday, Jolly fucking Resurrection to me. Who knew I'd be coming back from the list of the dearly departed? This should be fun as hell. So how many others are like me, and how long have you been here?

corks

[Well, would you look at that, people of Siren's Port. Looks like Lucifer has gone out and decided to talk to you all. It has to be the devil, I mean, he looks exactly like him, right down to those bright blue eyes that just stare at the screen for a while, as if he can somehow see the people on the other side of the NV.]

How interesting.

[He smiles, slightly, but this isn't a smile that is full of condescension towards the people he's addressing. It's...calm. And even amiable, in a way.]

So many people in one place, so many stories, so many tragedies and hopes colliding with one another. And so many flaws. But this is to be expected. Everyone is flawed...

[Okay, really, if this is really Lucifer, he's acting a bit too...interested. Too serene. Even though his stance and words might seem very similar to words that the devil might say, there's something off. ]

[A pause, and then he nods, tilting his head ever so gently in curiosity.]

Tell me, people of Siren's Port. Why do you think you have been brought here? Are you serving a purpose for this Core, or do you think you're merely a fluke, a random choice made that took you from your home and placed you here?

...Is it your fate that led you right to this very city? Or do you believe that the wheels of fate do not turn for you at all?

[ooc: Once again, please please please fill out Jacob's permission form if you could about his god-like powers and how they apply to your character and such. I'd hate to step on anyone's toes while tagging around, so thank you muchly!]

ellen_harvelle

[She's been here a few days. Castiel knows she's here. That girl who had helped her to the dugout and given her a little bit of help knew she was here, but had no idea who she was.

That didn't help.

She's got a bruise along her jaw and a scrape on her right cheek. And she's got a shot glass in her hand. There's a distinctive bottle close by, but she's not drinking it. It's too early for that. No matter how much she might want to.

Also, she knows her boys are here.]

I got the welcoming committee talk. Don't want to hear the rest of it.

[She rolls the shot glass along the table.]

I know there are folks from my world here. Appreciate it if they'd speak up.

[Another roll of the shot glass.]

If anyone's looking for a bartender, I ran my own saloon back in Nebraska and don't mind knocking heads together no matter how much more testosterone than brains they've got.

[And if you boys don't contact her, she will come find you. You really don't want that, do you?]

bigandbad

[and here's one bedraggled-looking wolf - standing outside his apartment, because inside is a forensics team and two homicide detectives. ...Oh yeah, and the body of John Winchester.

Still, he tries to sound more somber than haggard, out of respect.]

I regret to inform you all that John Winchester has died. I can't release any details yet, but I assure you there's a full team of the SPPD's finest looking into the matter. [but not him this time. They don't let roommates look into the death of their own roommate.]

Mr. Winchester's relations are encouraged to come by the apartment to speak with detectives. [and the police chaplain.] If they're unable to come by, they can contact the precinct.

doctor_mccoy

[McCoy is sitting in the break room again, it's late and the lights are dimmed, probably to conserve power, but the soda machine is glowing somewhere behind him and his NV is casting it's own faint blue light from the screen he has open. He looks tired, but that's far from unusual. It's been a busy few weeks. He pulls a pen from between his teeth before he speaks, the poor thing looks half mauled already.]

I'm starting to realized the lot of you still go out monster hunting despite any sort of common sense. So before I ask anything, i'm going to state right now that it's still not something I approve of, but you're all big kids and can make your own decisions.

That being said, I need a few favors.

Aside from the alarming amount of injuries and deaths that have been occurring due to 'natural' disasters, there's been a great deal of damage done to the proofing around here. Which means the critters have been getting in... which means we get to deal with more surprise injuries at night. And, disappointingly enough, we have little working knowledge on how to deal with certain poisons and venom these little bastards are chalked full of. If either SERO or AGI have coined the market on treatments, they're not sharing. Go figure.

To even begin to work on a proper treatment we need the actual poison to work with. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this...

[He frowns, scowls even, as a thought comes to him.] And before you go holding out your hand, the only reward that comes with this is gratitude and me not chewing your ass out if...when a reckless night ends you up on my table. Take it or leave it.

servingfather

[Michael's got a smile from the spot on the floor where he's sitting with his back against the couch.]

Everyone should have a pet or two. I highly recommend it. [A large fuzzy tan paw with huge black pads covers the screen. The angel gently pulls it away and is looking down at something his lap, his finger held out in a scolding manner.] This is not a toy. Do you understand? [Cue one lion cub stretching its neck out to nip at the finger. Another one begins to use Michael as a climbing post to reach the couch. They both appear to be about three months old, just old enough to not need a mother's milk.

He turns back to the screen.] Lucifer, come meet the newest arrivals to the household.

[Private to Fred and Lucifer || Unhackable]

My brother and discussed letting you name them if you'd like. They're both girls.

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.

paterelohim

[Hey there, bros and brosises. Chuck is sitting on the edge of a stone fountain in a park somewhere, polishing off an iced coffee that's decidedly girly-looking, but shh. He gives the NV a very serious look.]

It's Pi Day, Siren's Port. Have you had your pie today?

integrity

[The feed turns on to show Crowley in the baseball diamond. He's just standing there -- and he looks slightly different. He's thinner, he stands straighter, and when he looks around, it's lacking that sassy nonchalance. No, Crowley is serious. And while he knows the NV is recording, he doesn't really seem to give a damn.

He's absorbing something. Calculating. Remembering. Catching up with the present.

And suddenly -- the feed crackles and Crowley is lost to static and buzzfeed -- there is an explosion of blue electricity and lights, and the baseball diamond is plunged into true darkness, sparks crackling to the ground, though Crowley, after the extension of his power, speaks calmly.]

Someone has precisely five seconds to explain to me why my dog isn't coming when she's being called.

[And the public feed ends.]

( [Filtered to members of the HoA sans Magneto // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Elaine Belloc, Gabriel, and Christina Nickson // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to the Winchesters and Bobby Singer // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Castiel // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Magneto // Private // Unhackable] )

mediumdrip

I want to start out by apologizing to all the people who worried about me when I left my apartment without letting my friends know where I had gone. Instead of facing my problems head on I ran and others got dragged into the mess. I wanted to thank everyone who offered to look for me and to apologize for putting anyone in danger. The last thing that I wanted was for people to be out in the Darkness looking for me.

I also really wanted to apologize to everyone at Purgatory for disappearing. All of you have given me an opportunity I would never have had back home and I am and always will be extremely grateful for that. I need to figure out what I'm doing now, and how much trouble I'm in for bailing on you.

I know some of you will be expecting me to talk about what happened between me and Kurt, but I'm not going to go into detail. We're not together anymore and the details of what happened are between him, me and our close friends. Thank you for everyone who stepped up to help him during this.

I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to do now. I still don't really know.

I've been in a pretty dark place for a while. I never wanted it to come out this way but it did. Now all that I can do is face the consequences of my actions and hope that the people I've hurt can heal now that I'm no longer in their lives.

This weekend things got really, really bad. I wanted to talk about it. This will probably get a little long, and intense, and I don't expect anyone to read it. I just wanted to share considering how things are for kids here and back home. I feel like I need to get this out and all of you are free to say what you will about it.

I am not expecting sympathy.

( IC cut for triggery material )

paterelohim

[Hi y'all, it's Chuck, looking happy as fuck (probably because of the glass in one hand) and a little awkward with a cross drawn on his forehead. That would make sense, it being Ash Wednesday, except he's Jewish.

And it's drawn in what appears to be aftershave.

Chuck clears his throat after a moment, his smile fading a little as he addresses the camera.]

So, Ash Wednesday. I know we all had an awesome time last night for Mardi Gras, but it's time to serious up.

We're all giving up something for Lent, right? Maybe we should take some time to just sit down and really reflect on the sacrifices we make as a symbol of J-dizzle's three-day party bus to the afterlife.

[He says this all with a complete deadpan look of perfectly serious religious contemplation.]

If you don't know what I mean, take me as an example. This year, I'm giving up religion and Communion for Lent. [Yes. The Jew is giving up Communion. So serious, you guys, the most serious. He swirls the vodka around in his glass, then takes a pensive sip.] Sticking with white wine and Zin for a month won't be easy, but someone has to do it.

ofthursday

[Castiel is on the network again, broadcasting from somewhere outside in the Darkness, seemingly unbothered by being out in it. He looks different than his last post; older, in a way, and both more restrained and more confident at once.]

I am aware that leaving and returning is not entirely uncommon, but how often does it occur that one remembers their time here when they come back?

( [Filtered to Crowley] )

( [Filtered to Chuck, Mary, Magneto, and Sam Winchester] )