tushanshu | Entries tagged with † caroline forbes

[ this. is. so. not. okay. "caught between life, death, and dreaming". right. okay.

bullshit.

it's taken her a while before she decided to actually sit down and use the computer in her suite, because it feels so- dumb. she never used social media at home, and she's glad for it, because none of it mattered once the virus took over. more to the point, where are all the zombies in this place? crowds of people ( or whatever those mutated human-ish people were ) and none of them were carrying guns or looking to make a meal out of her. which, for some reason, makes her feel more nervous than when she and Little Rock had to search the supermarket for food. it made no sense. none of this makes sense.

so when she turns on her broadcast, she looks a little peeved, dark bangs covering dark eyes, her mouth pressed into a line.

truth is, she's panicking. but like hell is she going to let anybody know that. she has a million questions about this place, but first things first: ]

I'm looking for my sister. If I'm here, she's here. It's how things work. [ at least, it better be. she's going to be livid if she finds out she's been split up from her sister, even if Zombieland is on pause while she's here. ] She'll be going by the name 'Little Rock', or maybe 'Hannah Montana'. Also, there's a good chance she picked your wallet off of you while feeding you some sob story about being lost and scared. If you help me find her, I'll make sure she gives it back.

Thanks.

bondsprofoundly

[This guy is holding up The Art of Civilized Conversation. His eyes are darting back to the page before he looks back at the camera and-

Oh dear. He smiles. It looks a little creepy to be honest. And for a change he's actually done up the top button of his shirt and cinched his tie, so instead of looking like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM, he looks like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM with his modicum of self-respect still intact.

Castiel refers back to the page.]

Good morning.

[And now he stares at the monitor, only to have his eyes flick up to meet the webcam so he's staring. Directly. At all of you. Intensely.]

It's good to see you.

brbparadise

[Mavis comes online shortly before sundown, her darkened room brightened marginally by the short candles (the last of her stock) scattered about the suite. Her expression is serious and her arms are crossed. When the candlelight shifts marginally, one could almost say she is pouting, but she totally stopped doing that in her fifties.

Oh, and she's standing on the ceiling, appearing upsidedown on the consoles.]

Hi. Mavis here. [Here, she falters, discontent.]

It's obvious that I'm not the only vampire here. [Yeah. Surprise! ...even if she doesn't actually know how many there are.] It's also obvious that certain other vampires -- [She rolls her eyes; naming no Batmans.] -- aren't setting a good example for monsterkind. [Forget naming. This disappointed look she's aiming at the console? IT'S FOR YOU, BATMAN.] They act surly and grumpy and it's setting monster perception back centuries. We're talking Stoker era backwards, guys.

[Right. The point. Mavis straightens up, unfolding her arms and thumping one hand decisively into the opposite palm.]

I want everyone to know that not all vampires are sour pumpkins! [She stresses this point, starting to pace back and forth on the ceiling.] Most of us are really great and just want to live peacefully with humans. And kedan. [Oh, yeah. She suspects all this kedan negativity to be linked back, in part, to Mr. Growly McBatpants and his PR failure.]

Soooo, to make sure no one else misunderstands us, I'm coming out of the coffin to answer any questions you have about vampires. [A deep breath, then a smile.] I mean, daughter of Dracula, right? I kind of an expert. [A nervous laugh.] It's totally cool! Don't freak out or anything. I don't bite. [Her smile bares her fangs, but that's part and parcel of the whole vampire shindig.]

newblood

Hi, everyone. [ a quick, cheerful wave and matching smile. ] I'm Caroline Forbes, and I was wondering if I can help anybody here with anything.

Back home, I'm basically my town's event-coordinator and the junior head of community service. Additionally, I'm an experienced sober coach [ ha. ] and a relatively experienced life coach [ unlife coach. ]. So, if you're suffering from the turtle island blues, then I can totally help you change your tune. I also happen to be a grade 'A' body guard [ which may be surprising, considering her...everything. ] and an awesome shopping buddy.

I'm kind of a superhero, too, I guess, except more super than hero. [ another smile. She's fitting in with the crowd. There are plenty of superheroes around, right? Nothing special to see here. ] I mean, I don't really do much for the greater good, but I can mess with people's dreams — and I know that a lot of you guys have bad insomnia or suffer from nightmares, at least.

So, if you'd like to, y'know, dream of fluffy kittens and rainbows for a change, I can help with that.

notamachine

[Much as he hates saying 'told you so'--no, that's a lie, he enjoys it very much sometimes--he just can't resist the urge. He's been watching the kedan get more and more aggressive by the day. Hell, he just lost his job, too. Good times.]

Considering everything that's happening, maybe the next time I tell you people that these kedan aren't friendlies, you'll actually listen.

[HAHA NO, NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO DEAN 8|]

bondsprofoundly

Anyone who is in need of currency may have mine.

[...and that's it. Free money!]

aloadeddie

[Oh look, Arthur is showing his face on the network today. Unlike some of his companions, he prefers the "out in the open" alias. His face is pleasantly neutral, if a bit, well, curious.]

I'm kind of wondering here, how many others are regular insomnia sufferers? I've been dealing with this for quite a while, myself, maybe we can exchange tips and tricks for handling it.

Also, call it academic curiosity, but has anyone experienced major changes in their sleep cycles or habits since arriving here? I know, I know, I get the whole spiel about being between life and death and dreaming. It's just that - when I do sleep, I'm a lucid dreamer. But that's changed since I showed up here. [White lie - he doesn't dream at all without the assistance of drugs, but that's neither here nor there.

He looks like he's about to end the feed, but then remembers something else.]

Oh, right. I'm Arthur, by the way. I'm putting together a small private security firm. I know things are tight right now, with rationing and all, but my rates are variable and I'm happy to do a free consult - small businesses, personal security, event stuff, whatever you've got.

[Private - Cobb, Eames, Ariadne (dreamshare encryption 95%)]

I'm hiring Billy Costigan. Don't even start, I know it's a risk. The guy is way too interested in us for my taste. We need to figure out why and how to deal with it.

newblood

[ Caroline has been lurking, as much as she hates to admit it. She has been exhibiting Stereotypical, Creepy Vampire Behavior, and she is so not thrilled about it. Sneaking around, watching people — the works. This place is entirely unfamiliar to her, and she needs to deal with certain dietary concerns before she can even begin thinking of anything else.

Breathe, she thinks. Play it cool. What would Stefan do? He'd be careful, subtle.

He wouldn't want anything to trace back to him. ]

i hate to break up the ration talk (it's big news. i know.), but there's something that's been bugging me.

so, foreigners of tu vishan, what are your thoughts on werewolves, vampires, and witches, oh my? i hear you guys are pretty accepting of most non-humans, but i'm still not sure how you feel about the things that go bump in the night. mind filling in your friendly neighborhood busybody?

[ Okay, maybe subtlety isn't her forte. ]

usavatar

[He considered making this a voice or a text entry on the network for the sake of avoiding... well, people - but ultimately that would raise more questions with those who know him. Civilian clothes, calm demeanor, utterly meaningless political smile.]

I hope you're all faring all right with the changes in our environment and the requirements that puts on its population. I'm used to rationing, but I understand that it's probably and adjustment for those of you that are not.

Peggy and I had an idea about that - we wanted to see if there was any interest in a communal pot luck, periodic until things normalize.

Additionally, we wanted to see what people thought of a resource pool of food and nonperishables held in the... should I just call it a community center? That's how we'd like the space to serve during peacetime.

Um. [A small laugh.] Sorry, I lost my train of thought. As I was saying, we'd like to work on what amounts to a food bank for the duration of the rationing and possibly longer, if it proves useful and necessary. Donations are of course encouraged, particularly from those whose enterprises are not as effected by the restrictions currently in place.

[The empty warmth briefly dissipates, leaving Steve militant all out of proportion to what he says next.] To pre-empt those who think it's naive, ill-advised, et cetera, we would be monitoring the intake and distribution of goods to ensure that no single party exploits the generosity of contributors. I think as a charitable model it's a good one.

[He clears his throat and settles back in his chair.]

I'm not much good with plants, but if we could get space on the roof of the building, it might do some good to have a garden up there as well.

[100% JARVIS-assisted encryption to Evandau]

Sir. I would like to discuss, in person and at your earliest convenience, a potential threat to the safety of the Foreigner population. And also inquire after the well-being of Miss Namorita Prentiss, who you have in custody.

[ACTION FOR PEGGY]

[Done. He switches off the console and tilts his head back, inspecting the ceiling of the apartment with one of those vague and pointless realizations regarding how few people ever look up.

He scrubs his face with both hands and gets up, going to the kitchen to wet a cloth and press it against his face, then neck, mentally reciting passages from the books he'd read before Keeliai and snatches of songs to try and keep his thoughts from going back to the lab Natasha described and its contents. It doesn't work especially well.]

lecentre

[Contrary to his usual charming self, Courfeyrac looks nearly heartbroken as he faces the feed.]

I lost it. I already lost it and I don't know how I'm going to replace it. Surely I cannot charm my way into another hat... And I'm not entirely certain I wish to! This one I had deemed my lucky one until I could find one more of my fashion in this place!

[He sighs and dramatically slumps, burying his face in his hands.]

And here I had dared to believe my luck had changed here.

ironwood

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