sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: zevran arainai

[Gus's smile is looking a little... tight, today. He's broadcasting from behind the Los Pollos Hermanos counter, but a very careful observer might notice that he's standing well away from anything that could be reflective. His posture, always very straight, might be called rigid right now. His Chilean accent, too, is very slightly thicker.]

Hello, everyone. I'm sure by now you've all seen our ads in the paper, but just in case, I wanted to personally welcome all of you to Los Pollos Hermanos, now open in the Underground Mall. This restaurant is my life's work; I brought the recipes over from my home country over 20 years ago, and I'm very glad to be able to share them with you today.

For those in need of a job, we are still hiring, as well. Please feel free to come by at any time today for an application.

( Private message to Vesper Lynd, Xellos, Phibrizzo, and Mr. Gold; BCC to Jesse Pinkman )

Current Mood: irate

janesaysdbaa

Hey, it's Jane. Again.

I still feel like I've been run over by an eighteen-wheeler, but at least I got out of the house. Lisbeth took me to the underground mall so I could buy some clothes and look around at some location choices for this shop I'm planning on opening. I don't know when yet because Jesse's funding it and I still feel like death. But it's coming to fruition sometime in the near future. Oh, it's a tattoo shop. So. If anyone else is a tattoo artist, or an artist who is interested in apprenticing for me and learning how to tattoo, drop me a line and we can figure something out.

I also dropped off Yosuke's clothes, but he wasn't at the Tower Apartments so I just left them at the front desk. Hopefully you got them Yosuke? When I'm feeling better you should let me get you lunch or something. I owe you an actual thank you for everything.

I guess I have a free meal waiting for me when Los Pollos Hermanos opens.

This is becoming a list of random shit and I'm getting nauseous again so I'm going to lay down for a while.

But, feel free to drop me a line.

killerthighs

So has this past week been a glimpse into what I can expect here in Siren's Port?

canavarum

[The video starts with a low chuckle, then Fenris' smiling - smiling - face. He's sitting in his chair. Being drunk.]

I wonder why I do not use this thing more often.

It has been some time. Is everyone well?

[Fenris, you are drunk.]

Besides the obvious, of course. I imagine being a woman when you are normally a man and a man when you are normally a woman is strange indeed.

[ooc | BACK FROM HIATUS.]

fluffybeard

[Hawke is in view of his little magical tome of an NV. He has a slightly powerful look to his stride at the moment, and has a couple of bruises visible on his arms and his cheeks. The modern clothes look quite odd on the muscled man, well. Probably not to you but he's not sure about these... T-shirt things. Or these jeans. But who was too judge.]

This place is very odd. These colourful little pieces of parchment constitute money. But I'm unsure of their worth? I have witnessed of course the use of these things by now, but it seems odd that we do not pay with silvers and sovereigns.

[He appears to have about one hundred dollars in his hand. Rolled neatly as he tucks it away in one of his pockets.]

Another thing I've learned whilst being here, is that you can manipulate these pieces of paper without ever having seen them. It's illegal of course, but how ingenious to be a theif without having to do any of the hard bits. I have to say, this technology is an odd blessing I think.

[He doesn't know about filtering yet, but he's not the subtlest of people either.]

So, Fenris, Zevran and Anders if I haven't completely burned that bridge, drinks on me?

gaveherwings

In the light of current events, as well as an increasing awareness of our dependency on electronic assistance, it begs the question...

Humankind really is over-reliant on our own technological advancements, aren't we?

My own city of Romdeau fell in part because of the Cogito Virus, which gave rise to the revolt of artificial intelligence. We could not function in our day-to-day lives without entourage and other service autoreivs handling menial operative tasks within the dome. People went mad, lost sheep- it was really quite humbling, how easy crippled we were. How childlike and helpless. Myself included. This world has changed me even in the simplest ways.

Three years ago, prior to my arrival, I'd never really done any cooking for myself, or cleaning for instance, or... so many things. Blackouts would render even the modern day hospital effectively paralyzed, if not for our backup generators.

(This is an awfully ironic conversation to be opening over NV, isn't it?)

All the same, my curiosity is piqued-

Some of you are from ages before the development of computers, androids, networks, lights, motorized vehicles, electronic devices and appliances, digital media, etc, etc...

I'd really like to know- what was it like? How did you live? What was the adaptations necessary, living "hands on", and without tools? Reliant on only face to face communications.

How is it for you now? Improved? Or do you feel as we're all inadept and talentless by comparison, as drone-like as the binary accessories which support us?

fluffybeard

Ah- yes. Hello. This... is Garret Hawke here. The Champion of Kirkwall. I appear to be in a place that's... not where I went to sleep. So either I've been drinking in the Hanged man again, or I've been kidnapped by some form of wily demon.

[He sighed and gave that beard a scratch.]

The thing is, I'm a big fan of knowing where I am, and there's a lot of things here that really make me question what I had to drink last night. These buildings don't look like anything in Kirkwall. Or Fereldan. Maybe these are tevinter buildings? No. Fenris probably would have commented on how they were built by slaves or something.

[He shook his head and sighed.]

Well. If anyone could give me information I'd pay them in... [He checked for his purse.] A charming smile and perhaps even a flirty wink.

electricitytrick

[The video opens from a lower perspective, showing the grungy wall of a brick building, grey and adorned with graffiti. This is clearly the less-- pleasant side of town.

And there's a man dressed in a plain tunic and trousers, hair pulled back to show the glint of an earring and-

Are his hands on fire?

There's suddenly screaming - a man, by the sound of it - and sickeningly desperate cries for help. An older man who might have looked just haggard and dumpy on any other day stumbles into the video's frame.]

Help me, please! Help!

[Yup. He's on fire.

Fenris - in Anders' body - looks at his still-burning hands completely panicked before he scoops up his NV (amazing how it remains uncharred!), thus ending the feed before he goes running off.]

[ooc | Fenris: Ending the last few days of his body-swap with a bang. Feel free to run into him as he's panicking! And NV responses will come much, much, much, much later.]

canavarum

[It took him a little while to actually get the video working this time, what with the initial panic at waking up completely not himself (disturbing to say the least) and other distractions, but eventually he does and Siren's Port gets treated to a top half naked Fenris apparently admiring himself in front of a mirror.]

These markings really do go everywhere, don't they? I mean I can't say that I really appreciate waking up without my magic and as Fenris of all people- [Their argument and the news it gave him are still largely fresh in his mind, after all.] -but now that I've had a little time to get used to it, I don't think it's really all bad...

[Anders grins then, which probably looks extremely out of place on Fenris' face because brooding elves don't do happy.]

Oh, what about this? "My name is Fenris and I think that mages should be allowed to be free and make their own choices in life! And I never meant any of the terrible things I said to anyone!"

[So much for how well they'd been starting to get along before then.]

"And also I have a fantastic ass and shouldn't hide it with that tunic or the bloody great big sword."

electricitytrick

[Anders has a wide and almost conspiratory grin on his face as the camera clicks on. It's far too easy to guess that he must be up to something, especially as he grabs his NV and gives everyone watching a nice look around the apartment, now with all the furniture put together and a couple of bottles of alcohol (at least one 'borrowed' from Fenris) on the table.]

So! It seems to me that what with some of the things going on, some of us could do with something to try and take our minds off of everything, at least for a little while, yes? And what better way to do that then a friendly game of cards!

[Almost too nonchalantly he continues.] I don't know how many of you are familiar with Wicked Grace, but it's fairly easy to pick up, especially if you have something to play for, like, for example, coin or clothes...?

Not to mention some drinks to keep everything flowing nicely. [There's that grin again.] So, who's interested in getting a little game together, hmm? See what kind of fun we can get up to. We've space here for a decent enough group, I think, and people are encouraged to bring a bit more to drink as well.

And I'm certain my roommates won't mind the idea either! [Because what is asking ahead of time?]

justwillow

['Sup Port!

At the moment, all you can see is the ceiling. It's a very nice ceiling indeed, but this isn't what you want to see on your NV. But you hear voices! And Music. This is better right. Some delightful dancey music starts to get louder and louder.]

"So many girls in here where do I begin?"

[And the music really gets going. But hang on, what's that? That's a floating bear. Stuffed Animal bear. And it's dancing in the air. Are you seeing this? But that's not really the main show and suddenly the view changes, losing focus with the motion before you see Willow.

Except, there is something different about Willow this time. As the NV floats along to the music, You get a full picture of Willow dancing to the music fully going for it, In her underwear. Yup. Congratulations port. You have just unlocked the watch Willow dance in bra and panties achievement.]

Where them girls girls at?

[She's singing along- until her eyes open. A brief look of horror spreads across her face before she snatches the NV out of the air, the picture going black.]

secretlabtech

Hello, Siren's Port. I heard you like questions, and you haven't been asked nearly enough recently. So I have a question for you. Think carefully about it, now. When do you think killing someone is justifiable? -DD
[ Dexter is bored thumbing through records at work, and found out how to send anonymous texts. Not having someone to kill is making him antsy, and this is just a good way to have a little fun--and maybe illuminate some people to him who could stand a little closer scrutiny. Maybe he'll even find a playmate~

Edit 07/08 OOC: Apologies for the delay, I've been on hiatus.]

jackedthename

['Sup, network. It's late, yes, but Jack Harkness very rarely sleeps. For that matter, he's been extremely bored and irritable lately. This has manifested in lots of trips to shooting ranges, maybe a bit too much aggressiveness doing his bouncer/bodyguard thing, but tonight? It's going to show itself in another way entirely. People who know him well should know to beware of this grin.]

You know, I think I've figured out what this port here needs. A good old-fashioned orgy might take everyone's minds off of certain, uh, things. --Alright, I realize quite a few of you may be a little more -- 21st-century in your views on this sort of thing, but it's really worth it. Take it from a guy who knows.

[That smile of his is just getting wider, and he certainly does sound like he's telling the absolute truth, doesn't he? If there's one thing Jack is very good at, it is obfuscating the truth.]

I mean, back at home we used to have 'em every Tuesday. Tuesday night orgies at Torchwood. It's a damn fun way to relieve stress. Trust me on that.

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! )

canavarum

[A man with striking white hair, strange tattoos, pointed ears, and a giant sword strapped to his back can be found in one of the bars -- he's not certain which one, but he specifically chose something seedier. In his experience, it's the hopeless, dirty drunks who are the most loose with their tongues and information.

Except he's not doing much information-gathering right now. Despite the illness going around, Fenris had not feared. He's not one to get sick easily, after all, perhaps an after-effect of the markings.

But now he's hunched on a stool, staring at his enchanted book, looking as if he were trying very hard not to vomit.

Hey, at least he fits in with the surroundings.

Fenris has always been the very picture of excitement, if you couldn't tell.]

electricitytrick

[It takes some fumbling around, but eventually Anders thinks that he does have the strange magical amulet working like he was told that it would. Well, presuming that this isn't a strange plan to make him feel like a fool, that is. He does wonder that part a little as he clears his throat and offers a bright smile to whoever might be watching him.]

While I'm still rather new to this whole 'kidnapped from everything you know' bit and trying to get used to it all, one thing I can tell is when a healer might come in handy. Now I might be reading this wrong, but it seems like there's a bit of an illness going around, yes? I haven't had the chance to find out much more than that, but... I'd like to help, if I can.

[He shrugs and his smile edges just a little towards being nervous.]

I don't know what sorts of opinions people have on mages and magic here either, but hopefully no one's about to go running to the Chantry to turn me in? Or at least be the type to give a man a head start first, I hope.

[It feels strange to try and talk to something that can't answer so, with a sigh and a small amount of fumbling with the amulet, Anders manages to turn off the feed.]

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.]