sirenspull | January 25th, 2012

January 25th, 2012

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

Weather
A mix of cloud and sun. Most busy streets and heavy traffic pedestrian walkways have been cleared as the snow continues to melt, with increased risk of flooding in areas with poor drainage. High 6°C and a low of 3°C (43deg;F/37°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 8:56am, and evening sirens are at 5:54 pm.

News

Cancelled Nuptials Scandalize Siren's Port Elite!

What was supposed to be the wedding of the year has become the latest topic of dirty gossip around the wealthier circles of Siren's Port. Everyone has been talking about the planned nuptials between Jacob Eberhardt and Azalea "Leah" Keelson-- the former, the son of the family that owns the illustrious Eberhardt Institute; the latter, the daughter of Astrid Keelson, politician and President of the Underground Mall Association. Eberhardt and Keelson have been a hot couple for the past year, and expressed their intentions to wed on the first day of spring this year. However, it was announced today that the wedding has been called off.

"It's totally Splitsville for Jacob and Leah," said gossip columnist Anna McMurdoch when we contacted her for an interview. "They're not even on speaking terms anymore." According to inside sources, the glamorous couple have been fighting constantly since before Christmas. The notoriously busy Eberhardt has been studying to join the family business-- and in the meantime, it seems Leah had some wild oats to sow.

"She's out every night partying until morning sirens at every hot club in the city," says McMurdoch. "She's been spotted on the arms of a dozen hot guys, many of them older. She's beautiful, rich and can have any man in the city. Why would she stand around and wait for Jacob?"

Neither the Eberhardt nor Keelson families could be reached for comment. But the hot topic on everyone's lips is the whereabouts of the million-dollar diamond engagement ring-- still displayed proudly on Leah's left hand, though moved to her middle finger.

"She's told friends that she has no intention of giving the ring back-- nor any of the expensive gifts Jacob gave her," McMurdoch told us. "Some are calling her a gold-digger, but I just think she has good taste in jewelry, personally."

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aslandish

[ There are no grand and glorious proclamations this day, nor joy nor exultations, though his mood is far from poor. Rather, he is thoughtful, and it reflects in his words and tone. ]

A star falls from heaven.

Can it someday return, restored to its proper place?

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ace_of_knaves

[It's dark, the only hint of light being pale light seeping through a crack or a distant window. The area seems to be a place in the poorer districts where power has yet to be restored. Or, perhaps, it's a place that never had power.

The hunched shape in the darkness shifts and lifts its head towards the light, showing the outline of Joker's features. It's all very dramatic. And, yes, he's staged it this way.

In the darkness, he smiles, his teeth glimmering in the light.]

Well that was a fine few days, I think. Blizzard, burglary, robots going nutso in the mall.

[He lifts a hand, jostling a scarf around his neck.]

Tragic, that, but look at the bright side! Maybe next time it will take out the pretzel booth. Those things are empty calories, folks, think of your arteries!

[He pauses and turns his head back towards the shadows thoughtfully.]

Thankee kindly to Uzushio for sheltering a poor, homeless old clown. I do apologize for that smattering of gore but the fellow was being very rude, not wanting me in there. And you know what they say, any port in a storm.

Of course none of that woulda been necessary if some inconsiderate buffoon hadn't gone and shredded my tires, stranding me in the middle of FREAKING NOWHERE.

[He shouts]

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

sheepworrying

[Wolf is sitting in his living room, lounging back on his old sofa. In his mouth is a chicken bone, apparently from the chicken carcass sitting on the coffee table beside him. Oddly enough, it doesn't look like the chicken was cooked.

He sighs, picking his teeth with the bone and glancing at the NV.]

City life is making me soft.

[He sits up, launching into a dramatic monologue complete with occasional rolled r's.]

Back home, I didn't have a house or a place to call my own. I was a man of the wilderness, open and frrrree, every day the new beginning of a new adventure! I woke up with the sun and slept under the moon, I dined on the fish and fowl and the fruits of the earth as I found them! Every town was something new, new places to see and people to avoid and beautiful young ladies to admire! OH!

[A sudden snarl.]

But here-- look at me! [He gestures at himself.] Just look! I'm a house dog, here! I'm just a normal old sadsack peasant with my normal old job and my normal old apartment, submitting to the same daily grind I used to pity people for!

[He sighs miserably, gnawing on the chicken bone. Finally he glances up at the camera.]

I want... I want excitement. I want excitement and danger, thrills and drama, I want a rrrrrrromance! I want to drink sweet wine and eat fine foods and enjoy every moment of it! There's a whole city out there that nobody ever pays attention to in our constant trials to stay alive and keep our heads down and make enough money to keep the companies off our backs! Blah, blah, BLAH.

I want to go out tonight and MAKE something of the night! Not just tonight, but every night!

Well- no, wait, I can't really say every night, because I do love my early bedtimes on occasion, hahaha, but SOME NIGHTS.

How about it, huh? Let us Newcomers go out and LIVE our lives instead of hiding inside! When the lights go out and the darkness comes out-- that's when WE'LL come out, my friends!

Who's with me!?

faking

Ugh, I've been laid up.

[Alois is reclining on a plush couch, which seems to make his statement more dramatic. His top half is visible, and he's dressed in a cream nightgown - lacy collar, buttons down the front - and a lavender dressing gown. He clearly isn't dead or dying and he clearly is rather well off, for someone whose tone implies that his world is slowly collapsing in on itself. (The room as seen behind him is lavish, a rich person's house. Why the hell is he even bitching?)

Well.]

This is only the first day of it and I can't even deal with that much. It's supposed to be a while before I can be about. I fear I shall waste away after days and days of nothing but rest and relaxation...

[No, seriously, he needs to check his priorities, doesn't he?]

And not even due to illness! [He's becoming animated now, a little, waving one hand. Waste away? Fat chance.] No, since this morning I've got a bum leg. Seriously. It's completely useless for anything now. And I've gotten something else useless...

[Adjusting the camera, he turns the view to a little coffee table, and atop that table is a pair of boots standing upright. They're light brown, cream-colored laces up the front, and they look like they go to mid-calf whereabouts. They're very nice boots and very unremarkable, and it's not really clear why they should be useless.

Aside from the fact that their heels are flat.]

I can't wear these at all, not even when I get better. Piece of shit. Anyway, I've got loads of others, supposed to be - safer - I won't wear any of them, though. I'm up for giving them away, if somebody wants them. They're a size nine. Claim them if you like.

[Shift, shift. He sits upright, suddenly.] Oh, but I've missed you all, tons! Well, some of you, at least. Before I was breaking legs, I was doing business, or trying to, or trying to learn, but Ciel isn't a very great teacher, don't tell him I said that. [His smile says he knows Ciel will hear of it anyway.] Funtom didn't do very well during that storm, of course, but things should be fine, now. Hey, how about this? If you get a pair of my boots, you ought to go on and see the store, too. It's a good deal, right? Right?

kal_el

[If Superman seems a little agitated, pausing after every sentence or so to touch his eyes, its because he's spent the last few days melting snow and seeing no sun. His eyes hurt, and he has a splitting headache; strangely enough extended use of heat vision hurts.]

I would like to remind people that while the risks caused by the snow seem to have passed, there are dangers inherent to its melting that some might not expect, especially if they're not used to this kind of weather. Watch out for flooded drains especially, and be careful if the temperature suddenly drops below zero again, because all this water might turn to ice.

Maybe that seems a little obvious, but there's places in the world where you never see rain, let alone snow, and if there's one thing we can agree on it's that this world isn't like the ones we came from. I've certainly never seen it rain shards of ice before.

[A pause here; he rubs his eyes a little longer this time, then smiles his most boyscout smile.]

It's been a while since the last time I spoke to the network like this, so allow me to introduce myself to those of you who don't know me. I'm known as Superman, and night or day, if you happen to find yourself in danger you can call on me. Just call out loud, I'll hear you no matter where you are, and I'll come just as fast as I can. I save people, that's what I do. So please don't hesitate.

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( Audio; Private to Bruce Wayne )

vinovidivici

[ Intense red light swamps the feed, but only for a second.

It fades to reveal the top of the main Radio Mast before the camera pans around to a view of the pitch-black city below. The roofs of the closest buildings are picked out in red every few seconds as the light blinks slowly; the leftover snow reflects the it perfectly and with the scattered lights left on in the homes and businesses of the city it actually seems kind of peaceful from up here. This carries on ,silent except for the wind and distant sounds of club anthems, for half a minute before a man's voice (with a possibly familiar New York accent) pipes up. ]

What did I tell ya?

[ That alerts something to his presence because there's the definite sound of flapping and a shrill gurgle nearby. The view darts up to the sky, not picking up anything but inky blackness - until the mast light comes on and highlights a wyvern in bright red writhing through the air. ] Woah woah woa-

[ The feed ends suddenly as it's apparently ready for its close-up. ]