riverview | Entries tagged with logan: laura

... I am back in town.

[It had been longer than she planned, really. She had a lot of things to think about — after all the harm she'd done, even if it wasn't her will to do it... It left a lot of room for uncertainty. Fear and panic for those she cared about. Part of her wondered if it would just be better, to stay out there like some little hermit child. It left room to think, though, about her time here. She's so much different, isn't she? Not in blinding ways. But she would like to hope that she's... improved. Became something bigger and better than the girl in the small cell, back in Mexico City.]

I'm back in school, too. People like Strange would be upset if I played 'hooky' anymore, even with them gone. I will — keep trying. To live like a person, to be someone. I think it is important to the people before me. It does not change what has happened... any of it. But it is making something for later, I think. That is what I've settled for, in my head.

To be better. And to not be what I was made for; I want to... think about things I can be... when I am older.

[She fidgets with the old, raggedy strap of her backpack, considerate. There's no limit of hesitancy to her voice, but even so—]

Is there something... You think changed for you? As a person?

After staying here.

Is there something you would still like to change?

... Maybe we can work on things together.

[She hopes, in the end, that it'll be enough to make her father proud of her.]

gristle

[The teenager's voice is just annoyed:]

Doesn't this place have anything normal like trick or treating?! Why does everything have to be dead people and scary stuff and ghosts?

Why can't it just be going around filling pillowcases with candy?

shoplifter

[It's been... a hell of a last two weeks for Laura. She had woken up with a chunk of memory inexplicably gone, uninjured as always, and yet — the faintest scent of blood under her scrubbed nails. She wasn't in a hospital, but some big room with heavy doors and Linda the social worker; her head was bandaged, her look one of bone-deep concern as she sits beside the girl.

Oh. The memory of her recapture sits heavy in her gut. The collar, the chair, the network recording, just before everything vanished from her mind. Linda runs a hand through her hair and explains things basically: Shiloh came, he took her, and he used something on her to control her. But it's fine now — all fine, his body was found, he can't do anything anymore.

Laura looks tiredly skeptical at the whole thing. She asks if she killed anybody. Linda dodges the question, which is answer enough. "We just... what he used might still be in effect, so we're making sure you're back to yourself." Linda knows her bad history with rooms like this. Maybe it's why it's so big and spacious.

But she stays, and days pass, and she's not sure what happens outside. She just knows people are dead, and she hasn't any clue who. There's something terrifying about not remembering if you took a life, even if such an act is too easy for someone like her.

When she's finally cleared to leave, there's a paranoia in her that maybe she isn't.

So she steers clear and packs a bag and runs away into the woods. But she at least leaves Linda little note this time, so she doesn't pull her hair out panicking. Out there where she can find comfort in isolation, she makes herself known on the network; she doesn't use text. It feels like an easy out.]

I do not remember... what happened. I know a man did something to make me hurt people, but...

[A pause, heavy and unsure how to proceed; but the guilt is there to carry her forward.]

I am sorry for any pain or suffering I caused.

I will be staying outside the wall for a little while, to make sure I am not a danger.

[She thought she'd maybe figure out something to say after that, but...

Her mouth just sort of freezes there.]

shoplifter

[The feed is from Laura's network device.

But it's definitely not Laura's doing. That's because Laura can't use her arms. The video post opens revealing the girl bound by what looks like coils of bicycle chain, in a lone folding chair; judging from the poorly kept room around her, it's some sort of apartment or hotel that is either stricken with poor management or utterly abandoned. The mutant herself is slouched forward, hair a mess around her face, and if one looks hard enough, there's a telltale sign of blood on her temple, on her nose.

Around her neck, a familiar sight: a power dampening collar, used primarily in the cultist scheme to kidnap the citizens for their bodies.

Laura's head lolls in the dimmed lighting, but it isn't her that speaks up.]

I've been waiting for this. I've got to admit, I was scared for a moment I wouldn't get the opportunity — with how often people come and go. But this? This is good.

[The figure walks around into the camera's view, too tall to be seen from the chest-up, but he certainly has a metal arm that glints in what little light comes in through the window. That metal hand ruffles Laura's hair in a facsimile of kindness, fake and taunting.]

We almost did it, you know. The First People, they could have brought their wisdom to us, gave us their magic, their power. We simply needed bodies... and then you all decided to play big damn heroes and tear apart our plans. Now you're stuck with little animals like this.

[He curls his fingers in Laura's hair tightly.]

Animals who take arms off your bodies. Animals who kill noble men, men like my friend — someone who was only trying to make this place a better world. I wonder how many people she's already terrorized? Was it worth it, denying us the guidance from the people long before us?

... Well. This isn't any grand plan to bring the First People back.

This is very much personal. You'll wish you didn't let me slip through your fingers.

[The man called Shiloh has something in his hand — perhaps a small glass? A vial? It's hard to make out. But he hovers it under Laura's nose for a fleeting moment. Just a moment. There's a quiet before her head snaps up, eyes wide and unnaturally bloodshot as she snarls and writhes in the chair. The shadowy figure pops open the power dampening collar with a click. The chains fall to the wayside.]

The kid's got a handy list of targets in mind now, some of you included; you guys better start running or fighting.

If you can even tell who's on her death list. Hell, maybe she'll get offed before she can do much. Her file leaves a lot to be desired.

Either way... I'm satisfied. 'Tit for tat', as they say.

[With a rabid scream, Laura smashes the communications device and whatever it's sitting on, leaving just the sound of destruction — a door being smashed through, soon after — before the feed goes eerily silent. Out in the night air, Laura sniffs, and — smells many targets, ready for the slaughter. She thinks of nothing, feels nothing, is nothing but a weapon.

Outside of the community housing, Linda, Laura's caseworker, is collapsed with a nasty head wound.

Luckily, she doesn't appear to be too badly hurt; just knocked out.]

[OOC: This is the start of the trigger scent plot! The log is here and will be updated throughout the day to include top level threads for everyone! If you have not signed up for anything and would like to, feel to hit up the plurk here or hit me up at

simpledog. Nobody'll be replying to this post on my end, but feel free to use it to spread information or have involved characters talk amongst themselves here if you need an easy spot for communicating.]

bardish

[ Here's Jeff Calhoun, wizard dad/teacher of youths, broadcasting live from his classroom at Gramarye. It looks a bit... chaotic right now, as there are winged origami hearts flapping around, and some kids equipped with butterfly nets and... y'know, magic, trying to round them up.

Amidst the chaos, the hearts are chirping out what sounds suspiciously like people's names, which the kids are reacting to with various degrees of shouted denials and peals of laughter.

Meanwhile, Jeff looks about as harried as if he's reporting from a warzone. But he puts on a nervous smile and waves at the camera. ]

Hey-- hi! Uh, so... one of my students got a little too into the spirit of Dragosta and brought these [ GESTURING TO THE BAT-WINGED MENACES. ] lovely cards in to share with his classmates and--

[ NO, he can't keep the charade up! ]

Okay, look, he pranked the class. And it's gone totally out of control! A batch of these little fuckers-- [ Cough. A student mock-gasps, 'Language, Mr. Calhoun!' Cue: adolescent giggling. ] --little... scamps... flew out the window, so if you see any? Don't be alarmed, and for the love of god, don't throw rocks or anything at them! If you miss, that projectile of yours will come crashing down on some innocent bystander, and I can't have that blood on my hands, because it's totally my fault for leaving the window open in the first place and failing to rule my classroom with an iron fist and--

[ BREATHE, JEFF. It's just, look, he's pretty sure this is some kind of karmic retribution for all the teachers he terrorized as a teenager, himself. ]

Uh, so just. Ignore them! They're harmless, really. All they do is follow you around shouting the name of whoever you might have a crush on.

[ Hence the kids' reactions to the various names the cards are shouting. Their secret crushes, revealed! It's totally embarrassing! ]

The enchantment should wear off in a couple of days!

[ Meanwhile, one of the origami hearts from hell lands on his desk and starts to chirp a name... but all it manages to get out is a 'CAM--' before Jeff's swatting it with a notebook. SHUSH, HEART.

...

Gosh, he actually feels kind of bad for smashing it with a notebook. Poor enchanted bat-heart... Jeff seems to remember he's still recording, so he flashes another nervous 'EVERYTHING'S FINE' smile at the camera. ]

Okay, that's all, I gotta get back to cleanup-- Bye!

[ But hey, FEEL FREE TO SAY YOUR CHARACTER'S BEING TERRORIZED BY ONE OF THESE HEARTS AS WE SPEAK. ]

expeditiousness

['sup quarantine, today y'all get +1 very bored teen speedster sighing and rolling his eyes in a highly dramatic fashion, phone balanced on his knee to film as he's lounging on the couch in his apartment.]

Please tell me I'm not the only one here who feels like puking over this holiday thing. It's like Valentine's Day on steroids! Ugh! [he shudders to highlight his disgust.] I mean, why do we need a whole big thing for romaaaantic loooove anyway? And soulmates? Psh! I mean, if that's your thing, go for it, but those of us who're a little more sane oughta stick together, right? Maybe have our own anti-holiday or something. Who's with me?

evite

[ do you know what happens when it's late and raining too hard for a girl to go down to the garage to work on her own personal episode of pimp my ride? late night text posts happen. this time, it's a shit post. sorry, not sorry. ]

riverview, we need to have a talk.

[ it's very serious. ]

att: are you fucking kidding me.jpg
if i could give this zero stars, i would.

partiallysquirrelblood

[The video starts, showing a young woman with a bright bucktoothed grin, wearing a squirrel ear headband. There's a squirrel in a pink bow riding on her shoulder.]

Hey there Riverview. I'm Doreen Green. Also the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl. Normally, there's kind of a whole secret identity deal? But between showing up in costume and all the scans it...didn't seem really like it would work out here.

This is Tippy-Toe [The squirrel hops off Doreen's shoulder so the camera can get a better look at her.] She's my best squirrel friend and also the most awesome squirrel on this or any other planet. This is absolutely true, and I won't hear anyone say otherwise.

...well technically I will, since it's not like I'll suddenly go deaf if someone does say otherwise. I'm just going to ignore them.

shoplifter

[Laura has not really been on the network much, since the kidnappings had happened. She had been scarce in general; just because she was held captive all her life, after all, did not make it any easier to be thrust back into that terrible sort of world. But now she's back and has at least had some time to try and heal from those nasty little metaphoricalwounds, chewing on her pencil thoughtfully before lowering it and smiling a little from where she sits at a table in the community housing..]

I am twelve now... I have never had a birthday before, so I am not sure what to do other than to say so; since I have been here for a year now, I have decided that August is my birth month.

[She grins a bit, rather impish.]

And since I do not have the exact day, I guess every day in August will have to be my birthday. Gracias.

[LAURA NO—

Oh, the feed ended on that note.

Guess August is National Laura Month, so sorry.]

goblinemperor

[ Maia is unfamiliar with advanced technology, so he checks and double-checks and triple-checks to make sure the message he is posting will not bear his name, before he asks: ]

What would you do with your freedom, if you had it for the first time in your life and never learned how to use it?

[ The question is awkwardly phrased, true, but he really is pretty desperate for advice. One way and another, he's been pent up and under supervision since he was born, and now he doesn't really know how else to be. ]

shoplifter

[The feed opens to Laura looking a little uncomfortable in her own skin — you'd think she was in trouble again or something, forced to give another on-screen admission. But nope! Trouble was totally a few days ago. She's been an angel as of late (or as close to one as a stabby mutant can be). Instead, Linda motions for her to go ahead and start her video broadcast. What for, you ask? She steels herself.]

Prijata is coming up; it is a celebration to give people things. I am not very good at it.

But we had wood-carving for the end of the year art project, so I — made some... wooden dolls for people. [She pauses, looking up again at Linda. She motions for her to continue on.] I am not very good at it yet, so the painting is not perfect. Even so, I have... made... many good friends. Friends I didn't think I would make. So... Quiero agradecer a mis amigos. I want to thank my friends.

[This is clearly something she's not used to saying. At all. And her cheeks are slightly flustered by the time she stops and she's plucking at her tattered shirt sleeve — a new visual compared to the usually cool and collected child who never seems to care enough to be embarrassed. It's just, you know. It's different when it's something you've made for someone else. And it is their faces, a face she had studied in that way of hers over the last few weeks as she worked on the project. Her bed is covered in crafting materials, a sign she'd rushed to get them done in time.

She shows them in detail, don't worry about being left in suspense. Indeed, they're all carved carefully from wooden bits, with little items and clothing pieces glued together.

The kid sits in this earnest hope that she did well enough to not be teased. It's a normal thing to do, right? Something a person does, not a science project.

She hopes it's obvious who is who:]

I can bring them to you, wherever you are... if you want yours. If you do not, I can keep them on my dresser.

[Honestly, knowing how many she made is an eye-opener for her; she didn't realize she cared about so many people here.]

.... Feliz Prijata.

[... Even if it's a bit early.]

backwaterbelle

[The video starts with her bare hand pulling away from the lens to reveal a woman in her young thirties sitting cross-legged on the edge of a high-rise building's roof. She's replacing her glove out of habit, and is otherwise covered from neck to toe. The stark white patch gives her identity away to anyone who may be from either her universe, or a similar one. At least, that's her hope.

She had debated whether to do this post via text or audio, but she's learned that hiding behind anonymity when trying to reach out to distrustful and likely persecuted people didn't tend to go over well. And this mutant Avenger wants this to go over well.

Clearing her throat, Rogue places her hands on either knee. Time to talk to the people and hopefully do right by Charles.]

Some of y'all might know me from home, or a similar alternate universe that's got the Avengers and people with strange and amazing powers. [She reaches up to tap her hair in an almost salute.] For those who don't, ah'm Rogue and back home ah'm known as the leader of the Avengers Unity Squad, a group of hero-types made up of humans, inhumans, and mutants put together by very one star spangled individual.

[The PR Squad trying to show the world that all the folks with superpowers could make nice and get along. Nevermind that Cap disbanded it for not coloring between the lines.

Without seemingly any effort, Rogue levitates above her concrete perch.]

That bein' said, before ah became an Avenger ah was part of the X-Men. [So mutant.] Back home we run a boarding school, helpin' those with powers learn how to control them and use them for good movin' forward. It a sanctuary, and ah'd like to organize somethin' like that here.

[Pushing her hair out of her face, she quieted a moment as though considering something else.
In the end, she chooses to simply smile and leave the threats for when she actually maybe has students to protect.]

Now don't feel you got to answer with video, or publicly. Ah get havin' a secret identity and truth be told ah might already know you back home without knowin' you here. [She shrugs. Tough cookies y'all.] It'll be weird, but in our line of work, weird is the baseline. Regardless, ah ain't gonna spill the beans, but feel free to take any non-aggressive preventative measures you want when contacting me.

[Or take aggressive measures. She doesn't appear worried about that option as she cuts the feed.]

[OOC | Apologies for the length of the post, but TL;DR Rogue is reaching out to Avengers, mutants/X-Men, and anyone with powers either wanting to help or wanting help. This is not just limited to mutants, but she is definitely looking for other mutants. Please reach out to me OOCly

Schistto discuss any aggressive measures your character might take because I am definitely open to playing them out.]

peacemongering

[Pierce doesn't normally make announcements, except when it comes to internal company memos and the like. He keeps things strictly business most of the time, but he is making this addition to the network from his communal housing room. He looks grave and upset, but he is clearly wanting those who might wish to know the information that he has obtained.]

To anyone who knew and was friends with Miss Ava Orlova, I regret to have you inform you all that she has returned back through the portal. While we had only begun to build a relationship, she was the closest person to having one of my daughters back, and I will miss her.

[He sighs heavily and folds his hands together, managing a grief-stricken smile.]

If anyone has any stories of her exploits, I would very much value hearing about them.

wingedman

Hey, everyone. I'm Sam, and some of you might have seen me around the Perimeter Guard facilities. I happened to notice that there's a lot of fellow veterans here, and I was thinking that some of you might be interested in an organized time to just get together and hang out. For those of you who know what my day job is, I promise this isn't connected, and I'm not trying to get you into any support group - although you're always welcome at group sessions if you work for the Guard.

This is just a chance to get together and drink a beer or two, or the beverage of your choice, with people who've been through the same kind of thing you have. If you're from Earth, think of it as a VFW kinda thing. If you aren't from modern-day Earth, then it's just an opportunity for soldiers of all sorts to get together and shoot the shit. It'll be at a bar, so, you know, you can play pool or watch the game or whatever you wanna do. And if you wanna trash-talk different branches of the service, then I'm sure there'll be some of that going on, too. Just keep in mind that at the end of the day, we all got more in common than not, whether you're Army, Marines, or someone who flies in space. You're all welcome to come.

Next Thursday, 7 pm, the Riverview Bar and Grill. You got any more questions, feel free to ask.

[ooc: I'll be posting a mingle log for this next week! If your character was a soldier or member of any kind of military back home, you're welcome to come and hang out. :> ]

shoplifter

[Today's post is school-related, for the most part. But instead of being terrible news like it usually is, Laura's been coaxed by Linda the Caseworker to reveal the fruits of their labor (or really, Linda picking up a lot of assignments and making sure Laura does them when she's not at school...). Laura carefully pins a piece of paper to the fridge of Communal Floor 10 with a magnet, which the camera will point to in just a moment—

SURPRISE BITCH]

[After a moment:]

Linda said I should tell people. So I have told people.

I did — well on my grades this quarter.

[She didn't particularly see the big deal; it's not that hard to do the work assignments when your caseworker keeps bringing all the stuff to you... and the tests are much easier when you've got a good eye and memory. Another beat, and this she seems more uncertain and perhaps even sheepish about, in her own way:]

I also wanted to tell any of the other kids here... if you want somewhere to hang out, I have a — new place, just for kids only. Let me know if you would like to come in, and I'll give you directions, or take you there. We have 'video-games' there, and I like them a lot. Especially Pac-Man. And comic books, and candy, and soda... Things like that. It could be... fun.

[OOC: There might be a log later this month for the kid hang-out! If you want to hit that later just let her know you're interested in hanging out there, and you'll be good to go. If you have anything you have in mind that doesn't fit the bill here, just hit me up at simpledog at plurk! Also, feel free to run into her on floor 10 of the community building. ♥]

thesecutethings

[ the cool thing about her primary device being a smartphone is that after a few days, Lizzie pretty much has it down. so, thankfully, no one gets stuck staring at an eyeball on the network today. nope, instead they get Lizzie, in her pink and frilly glory, looking like sunshine glorified as usual. for a 'new' arrival, she's in a strangely good mood.' ]

I beg pardon that it took me this long to introduce myself! This place has simply been such a change...

[ right, right. composing herself like the lady she is. ]

My name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, daughter of the leader of the British Knights! I'm here with my fiance, Ciel Phantomhive! I hope he's been getting along with everyone well! He can be a bit dour, but he's really very sweet!

Ah, of course, introducing myself isn't the only reason I'm doing this. You see...It seems I've found myself without Paula, my handmaid. Between this and how...different...the fashion is in this world than my own...I seem to be having a spot of trouble with my clothing lately, including dressing. Ah, buttons are quite difficult you see... I was hoping to find a lady who might be able to assist me. I'm sure I could find a way to provide compensation.

[ read: i don't know how to dress myself, i'm scandalized by shorts, and everyone i know is a dude, what do? ]

Also...I can't believe we're on the moon! Who would ever have thought it would be possible, to be on the moon? It sounds so romantic, it's like a dream! [ Lizzie sighs dreamily. ] It certainly wasn't possible at home, but imagine... Ciel and I walking on the moon together...!

[ aaaand apparently no one has to endure starry-eyed Lizzie for long, because she's suddenly cutting the feed with an excited call of Ciel's name, no warning. Poor Ciel. ]

childofaxios

[ When the video kicks in, it's clear that Chyler is in one of the Perimeter Guard's offices. She's standing close to the lens, adjusting the feed until it lines up to her satisfaction. Then she steps back and stands at attention.

For one brief, brief, oh-so-brief moment there's a flicker of exasperation on her face. Then she locks her gaze on nothing in particular and shouts like she's in the middle of a drill: ]

MY NAME IS CADET SILVA AND I AM A CLOCK.

[ A pause, oh-so-brief a pause, but her expression doesn't waver this time. ]

IF AT ANY POINT YOU REQUIRE THE LOCAL TIME, IT IS MY DUTY TO PROVIDE IT DOWN TO THE SECOND. I AM REQUIRED TO DO THIS REGARDLESS OF WHERE I AM OR WHAT I AM DOING AT THE TIME OF YOUR REQUEST.

IF AT ANY POINT I REFUSE, PLEASE INFORM PERIMETER GUARD SQUAD LEADER JOHN SHEPPARD OF RR-1.

[ Chyler snaps off a salute, then reaches forward and turns off the feed with equal crispness. ]

shoplifter

[The feed opens with a huffy looking Laura, sitting in front of the screen like it's a PSA announcement or some such — and judging from the glancing up at what must assuredly be a teacher, it's exactly that. Or something. She scowls at the camera again before looking down at the paper held in her dainty little hands that have totally never hurt anyone ever, no sir. She reads it blankly, and it's very clearly she's the worst podium speaker in the entire universe:]

I have agreed.... to read aloud, so that I will not be suspended for the week.

I would like to formally apologize for anyone I have ever stabbed, kicked, punched, or bitten... It was not my intention to hurt anyone and I will try my best from this point on to control my temper, both — in the complex and at school. [She wrinkles her nose, looks deadpan at the camera, and continues.] I am sorry to Tabitha for shoving her nose in the grass during recess. Even if it was because she was being unkind to another student, it does not give me the right to use... 'force'.

And I am sorry for using... Spanish expletives toward Jared, and hitting him in the throat with his own backpack. Even if he was being rude, it does not... excuse violence. [She looks so annoyed, save her.] From this point on, I will do my best to stay in school... for the whole school day. I will try not to leave past the wall.

[She puts the paper on the desk, calmly.]

... And I will not steal the chocolate milk from the cafeteria anymore.

[More gravely:]

But if Susan insults my accent ever again, I will shove her into the trash ca—

[huh the feed ended suddenly how about that

... she's in detention now]

thestoriesarereal

So...[The audio was the first to turn on, and Lucy figures it out when she sees her screen is dark. She quickly changes it to video, looking at the camera, unsure of what she's doing but she has to try. The network gets to see a young girl who looks unsure, but trying to be brave at this moment. A lot has been on her mind, but she needs to figure this place out first.

To some, she may carry certain characteristics of another young person from a long time ago..or recent.]

I can't say this is cool or not, we're on a moon and there aren't any flying cars but...

Anyone here know of Snow White? Or...The Evil Queen? And if they're here...maybe, point me in their direction?

[Is she being serious? The look on her face says yes. She needs to find people she can trust, and hopefully not be placed in a group home.]

imperceptus

do you suppose it is ever truly possible to escape the circumstances of your birth?
to escape destiny?

riverview network

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