cape_kore | Entries tagged with { mina barrett

[Mina's sounding particularly displeased. So displeased, in fact, that the observant might note that her accent is slipping a little bit. Normally, she speaks with a posh and pronounced RP. But at the moment, a little cockney is slipping in.]

If any of you happen to see a stout matron in a corset and ringlets, just kick her and tell the cow to sod off.

[She pauses.]

If a ghost can be kicked. If not, a simple "sod off" will do.

nevermindtherunning

[Hello Kore, there's a Doctor on screen for you! He's grinning from ear to ear, kicked back in a chair, feet raised up, clearly in the diner.]

I heard there's some new arrivals! Hello, there. I do love new guests to this humble island that we're ever so blessed to inhabit.

Oh-- Is that a religious enough reference?

[The chair snaps down and he's sitting up in his chair, leaning forward with his hands clasped before him.]

What's all the fuss about this 'king of hell' bloke I've heard about? I do love a good story! I met the devil once, have I mentioned that? Stuck on an asteroid? Strange one, that one.

C'mon now! Story time!

tryingitall

[Things suddenly got complicated. Crowley is a manageable annoyance, as far as Balthazar is concerned. He's been here before. Michael, though...

Honestly, he'd rather have Lucifer back, and he feels just a bit guilty for it.

The net result is that he's on edge and worrying what this means for certain friends and acquaintances around town.]

Private to Donna

I'd like to visit as soon as possible, if I may. Some of the new arrivals are...look, let me come and set up some warding for you, please, love?

to Ellen

Do you know how to angel-proof? Might want to consider it. We've got a volatile situation.

to Raphael

Have you met the boy with Dean's face? Alec. How close to Dean's genetic makeup is he, do you suppose, and what, if anything, ought we to do about cutting off potential trouble there before it starts? [Because he can't see Alec being anything but obnoxious toward Michael, and probably rather incautious, as well.]

to Castiel

[A brief, simple audio:] Cassi? Do me a favor and don't do anything foolish.

to Mina and Fortescue

Hello! I've been distracted by our new arrivals. If you're not worried, you should be. But I've promised to introduce you to one another. Would you be available to meet at the library after dusk? I can explain more then.

primogen_vampirate

[Locked to the angels...minus Gabriel]

Forgive the curiosity of a filthy heathen doctor. I have a question for you lot. Regarding that healing power of yours.

((OOC: If Mina hasn't met you, you can pick if this message gets to your character.))

[Locked to ~~Gabriel~~ Pendragon]

Darling, it's been too long. You really must come visit me sometime for a cuppa.

Or a bite.

notrosesshadow

Hi Mina,

Interesting lot we have here. Made one house call, talked with a few others in the office. One gentleman... a Raphael who is asking me what we need for medical supplies. I can't actually answer him unless I have a complete list. Mind comparing notes?

((OOC: PS, is there a list of what they have or are we just making it up. I've already mentioned different OTC pain meds, the cots, antibacterial ointment, and some gauze.))

notrosesshadow

[Martha comes up looking still haggard. She's not been sleeping well, she's worried about the Doctor and now Ned, but neither of them seem to want her help, and she needs to be doing something. So she'll talk to the resident vampire doctor.]

Hi Mina?

Someone gave me your name as the town doctor. I'm Martha.

I was actually calling to offer my services. I have a medical license and did my fellowship Royal Hope Hospital in London during the year 2008. When the scientists brought me here I was serving as a field medic during the war happening on my world, so I'm used to having little equipment to work with.

[She trails off here realizing she probably sounds too desperate. But Martha really wants to find something to do with herself.]

burnburnburn

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

primogen_vampirate

[Mina decides to expend the willpower, to appear on camera. She's been fairly selective about that, but at the moment, she's looking to make impressions. And so, there she is. A handsome woman, in a three piece, pin-striped suit, a ring on every finger, and a fedora, tilted down to a precise angle, over one eye.]

Hello.

I understand that you're a Time Lord.

tooeasily

I've woken decades later to find myself in the future from when I had 'slept', but waking after travelling backwards in time is new to me.

Or is this place simply so deprived of technology that it only seems to be archaic?

I suppose I survived without cellphones before. I can learn to adapt again.

Down to the real business of it all, though. [ Her voice turns a little more stern at this. ] Which one of you removed the dagger from my stomach? And how exactly do we get out of here? Don't tell me we can't, I already got it from that thing on my wrist that is trying to be a communication device in the most basic of ways. If there is a way into this place, then there's a way out. And I am not staying her any longer than it takes to get out.

tryingitall

I've had a thought, Kore--because I do that, occasionally, when I'm not too busy drinking. We've had a lot of new arrivals turn up injured lately, and also a number of re-arrivals with nasty wounds. What about a few of us volunteering as a quick-response group for these occasions? A welcoming committee for the bruised and bleeding, as it were.

I don't know whether the infirmary is equipped for overnight stays, so someone will have to inform me. I'm afraid to go look. If not, maybe some sort of temporary shelter would be appropriate, as well.

...

...And on a completely unrelated note, could the person who's been painting murals of birds around town pretty please come forward? I want to shake your hand.

happytobleed

[ Castiel's presence can be felt by the other angels just before the recording comes on.

When the video comes on, it's shaky and it quickly becomes clear that he's crawling on the beach. He pauses and then it shows his throat more than his face and there's a deep cut across the center of it, but rather than bleeding, it's glowing silver. His skin is covered in wet sand and when the video finally shows his face, his hair is wet and matted with sand, as well. ]

I think I need help.

[ His voice is scratchy and raw and the words can be heard on angel radio at the exact same time.

The video cuts out. ]

OOC: He won't be answering anyone right away and anyone who looks for him at the beach will find that he's gone. He'll be going to find Dean and then answering any responses to this about an hour or two later, so please feel free to factor that into your character's response.

primogen_vampirate

[Mina is intensely angry and unhappy. And she's making little attempt to keep that fact unknown. It's more or less radiating out of every syllable.]

I don't suppose any of you mechanically-minded individuals can salvage my kitchen appliances out of that disaster?

Not that it matters much, but if people keep showing up at this rate, eventually someone is going to be forced to live with me. I would rather they could probably heat and cook their own food than resort to eating me.

[Locked to Bruce]

How are the medical supplies holding up? I have a small stockpile, if you need something.

noblexcompanion

[ Donna looks and sounds exhausted. ] Is everyone safe and sound and in one piece? So much for the epic plan to get us all home... Speaking of which, has anyone seen the Doctor? He disappeared. Like, literally, vanished...

Maybe it worked? Maybe he got outta here. I reckon it's more likely our not so pleasant hosts snatched his skinny butt though...

Does anyone need plasters or bandages or tea?

primogen_vampirate

[Mina isn't one for formalities, so she just gets right to the point.]

Assuming you've no prejudices against me owing to my little announcement, I should like very much to ask you a simple question.

nevermindtherunning

[The video clicks on and there's the Doctor, brainy specs in place, sitting in the kitchen of his house. Behind him was the kitchen table, but not useable as various disassembled toasters, radios, and even an oven could be seen on the floor. Parts were everywhere and had looked like a tornado had blown through.

Stacked to one side of the wall were some books, next to his hand was his notebook, full with stuffed papers in it. He looks stern, quiet, serious, perhaps brewing an oncoming storm?]

It's been four days since this curse-thing has been over. I haven't seen Sharon... or Natasha, [There's a pause, because sad enough as it is, he wasn't entirely sure that was her name.] There's significantly less traffic around town, which leads me to guess others are missing too.

This may seem ridiculous that I'm saying this, but don't travel alone, don't be alone, [Ignore the fact that he was currently.], let others know if you're going somewhere. Use the buddy-system if you have to.

[There's a pause as he looks away, licking his lips.] I've been doing research, as most of you are aware, and after running the calculations 3-4 times, my evidence is conclusive. If this is Earth, which I'm not for certain if it is yet or not, I must admit... We're in the northern hemisphere, judging by the weather patterns and the sun's movements in the sky. The winds... Westerlies, marking us at about 30-60 degrees latitude. Of course, this is all based off of if we're on Earth.

This leads me to my next hypothesis, which a couple of you have already thrown out there - bravo! Good for you! - I think we're in a pocket universe. Time doesn't flow linear, it never had, it's all... wibbly-wobbly, of course, but the star charts aren't quite right, which doesn't make sense at all if this is, in fact, Earth. I said Northern hemisphere, but if you look up at the sky, the charts don't match that correctly. It's a blend... I can't locate us due to that. And with so many people coming from other worlds, universes, alternative timelines, it's making this all rather strange. I know very few species capable of this feat, which... [He trails off, not wanting to think who has this kind of power and technology they possess. Enough to rival his own TARDIS, that is for sure.]

There's a chance I can get us out, but it'll take time. If there's any tools, scraps lying about, unused appliances, radios... I'd like to have those, please.

( Private Messages )

primogen_vampirate

[Mina's sitting at a desk of some kind, leaned back, feet propped up and crossed at the ankles. She has a relaxed air, despite putting ample amounts of willpower into ensuring that her image comes through on the feed.

For a moment, she plays with the earring in her right ear (she doesn't wear on in the left), her tongue running over the tips of her teeth.]

Well. Now that we've made it through this sensational ordeal of seeing life through each other's eyes, embracing our differences, and coming together with a good, old-fashioned sense of community. Or whatever it is we did. I suppose now is as good a time as any to inform you all that I am, in fact, a vampire.

Yes. I am a legally certified doctor.

No. I don't feed off of my patients.

Yes. I do drink blood.

No. I don't want yours.

[A pause.]

And no. I don't sparkle.

If any of you have some sort of problem with this, you're welcome to come over to House 18 and kill me. It would certainly relieve the monotony of life. And it seems you have no need for a spare doctor around here. Otherwise, goodnight and do have a pleasant tomorrow.

perfectantidote

[Welcome to Cape Kore.

Right. One moment Castiel's head hits the rusty skeleton of a car hard enough to knock you out, bloody-thirsty Croatoans closing in on him with the clear intention to finally end him once and for all, and the next moment he wakes up... here. Could be he's dead and finally has his answer to the question 'where do angels go, actually?', even though he's just barely an angel anymore. Could be this is just dear old Lucifer's next big joke at his expense. What's worse then stuffing the walking husk of his rebellious brother into... whatever this is.

Yeah. Just his luck.

Bleeding from several gashes - none of them lethal, but all of them painful and annoying, as everything about humanity tends to be - Castiel is not inclined to move anytime soon. He's been tossed around by Croats, watched them tear apart everyone else, tense and on edge while waiting to see if he'd feel Dean dying before he was done for, too. No such peace to be had, of course.

So. Instead of blissful darkness, he's here, wherever here is, exactly. Castiel is sitting with his back against an alley wall, legs stretched out. The video clicks on quite by accident thanks to his insistent pressing of buttons - no idea what this thing is supposed to be, but then, technology has always eluded him. When the video flickers on, the Kore residents are treated to a familiar face, although it's much more scruffy, bruised and weary than that of the Castiel the residents should be familiar with. This Castiel has just been in the thick of battle with 'zombies', essentially, and it shows. The good news is that most of the blood on his face and his battered clothes isn't his own.

His smile seems maybe a little misplaced as he pushes himself to his feet - all his thanks go to the wall, it's doing a much better job than him at being stable and solid. The smile helps him bite through the pain and the shaking, though.]

I'm assuming this is... some sort of, uh, communication device, as it were. Hello. Whoever you are, you'll... have to forgive me for a lack of pleasantries.

[The camera wobbles. He needs both hands to check and ready his handgun, the sounds of which should be familiar to most who watch this video - the automatic rifle ran out of bullets long ago and suffered irreparable damage at the hands of a Croat or two. The one thing he wants above all else right now is to toss back a pill and slump back to the ground, let the chemicals wash away everything else. But then, Castiel's just got enough pride left not to roll over for whatever scheme this is. It's not the death Dean sent him to, and therefore he will not lie down and wait for it.]

Clue me in as to... what this is about, if you so please. I'm assuming my dear big brother's allowing himself an oh so uproariously funny jest... So why don't you, uh, let me in on the laughter, hm?

primogen_vampirate

[Mina's using the video feature for a change. Her face flickers on and three things become readily apparent. First, she appears to be naked, at least from the shoulders up, not counting a silver chain around her neck, threaded with a silver ring. Second, she's soaking wet.

Third? She's pissed.

Behind her, one can see the water of the docks. As she speaks, she appears to be bobbing up and down a little bit. The casual observer will notice that there's a faded blue colour running up and down the sides of her neck and shoulders. The more keen observer will also notice that her prim and proper RP seems to be slipping to cockney a little bit at the moment.]

I appreciate a good joke as much as the next person, darlings. Really, I do. But you see, the thing about comedy is that it's only funny if it's happening to someone else.

This is not bloody funny.

[Behind her, an iridescent, blue and purple fin breaks the surface of the water for a moment.]

Pendragon, if this is your doing, we really must have words.

nevermindtherunning

[He's far too chipper when the video flashes on. His jacket is missing as he had yet to ever patch it up, thanks to the spiders. Why? Because here he sits in the middle of a complete rubbish pile of broken toasters, microwaves, and oven parts, sleeves rolled up and his tie missing as he proudly holds up a small metal... box thing.]

Lookatit! Just take a look! Brilliant, eh!? Not bad with such primitive tools I had to work with, which were better when I was trapped on Earth with UNIT in the 70s. Now that was a headache and a challenge, although I still had my TAR-- [He realizes Donna may catch this feed and cuts himself off.]. Handicapped, of course, but at least I had access to my tools and lab to use when things got tricky, although the Brigadier didn't approve...

[He pauses to lick his lips, realizing he's rambling.] Anyway, after 3 days, I've designed these bad boys. Not some of my best work, but given what I have to work with, not so bad. They'll be gather data for me. On what, you ask? The wind!

Now the wind doesn't really matter, or so you think, ohhh but it matters greatly! After enough data, I should be able to generally globally determine where we are - if we're even on Earth - and well, we'll see where the data takes me!

That being said, try not to be alarmed when I'm on your rooftop setting these up. I've only made 4, but tomorrow night they go online.

[Private to Mina and Castiel]
[The Doctor's face falls, his cheerful demeanor replaced with serious.] I spoke with Donna, and I think we can do this. I think with your help, we can further suppress the dormant Time Lord knowledge in her and... maybe bring other memories around? Is that possible?

Her memories are already leaking out in her dreams...

Rassilon, I hope I don't kill her with this. [He scrubs at his face, mostly muttering to himself at this point.] I'm being selfish.

katerinapetrovas

[The video flickers on to show a woman's face, she backs up slightly once she notices that the device has started filming. Wrist communicators, really? Katherine doesn't appreciate the subtle hints towards whatever sci-fi disaster this is.]

Whoever this is, you're making a mistake if you think you can keep me here, so you'd be best showing yourself- [The threat's there, lingering on her tongue 'unless you want me to rip your throat out', but seeing as she has no idea what she was dealing with just yet she decides to keep quiet for the time being.

She waits a moment and then rolls her eyes.]

Fine, continue being useless. So glad I have you. [She taps the screen impatiently, it's hardly comforting that the only sign of anyone being around seems to be the unattractive thing on her wrist. She may have been around consistently for the past five hundred years but that doesn't mean that she's grown to love technology anymore than when they decided that lightbulbs were a good idea.]

[The camera shakes as she gets to her feet, looking above where she was now standing to see a statue of a Grecian woman and decides not to bother trying to guess which God it's meant to represent seeing as it probably isn't any of them. She notice that the communicator on her wrist is still videoing and turns it off with an irritated growl.]

Isn't there anyone around for a damsel in distress?

[She is feeling distressed, after all. The damsel part might not be completely true, however.]

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