sirenspull | January 27th, 2012

January 27th, 2012

[ The feed appears to have been left on, a strange orange hue...which the broken pavement taking up the latter half of the screen. There is the sound of footsteps approaching, but beyond that, it's quiet. For now. ]

[ the footsteps sound rather hurried and given the late hour, it's no surprise. they hesitate for only a second when the owner of said footsteps notices the bright orange glasses on the ground. with a sudden jerk to the feed, the girl picks them up, not realizing its recording.

turning them over, the feed picks up on yukari's curious expression before she grasps them fully and continues on her way. ]

Huh, weird... I could've sworn a saw a guy with glasses similar to this before.

[ And, as if on cue, a huge fucking monster comes smashing out of the side of a building. It ran on eight legs, large tail dragging behind it and getting whipped about as it turned a sharp corner to dodge...

...a blue-haired man in just pants and a bright red cape, brandishing an questionably sized sword in an erratic manner behind it. ]

Oi, OI, OI, OI, OI!! Just where do you think you're goin'!?

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thepull_mods

Friday, January 27th, 2012

WeatherCurrent Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 8:53am, and evening sirens are at 5:57 pm.

News

- Gunfire at Mugshots! Bartender Down by a Stray Bullet
A man pulled a gun on an Afterglow agent yesterday in the middle of the popular bail-scrounging bar across the street from the Sector 4 Stationhouse. In plain view of many SPPD officers, regular patrons of Mugshots, Jeremy Zabone (43) pulled out a pistol and pointed it across the booth between the AGI representative’s eyes, yelling “Not my daughter, you Bastard!” After several uneasy seconds, three officers moved to arrest the man, and in the process Zabone fired- the bullet ricocheted off the booth and struck well-loved barmaid Avalea Miller (68) in the left hip.

The scene at Mugshots nearly ended in an uproar as SPPD promptly tossed the corporate Johnson out on the curb after cuffing Zabone. Miller has been hospitalized, and may not be returning to her steady bartending position of 48 years. Several bounty hunters and cops are already arranging for a gracious ‘last tip’ as retirement fund, and it is rumored that St. Matthew herself, an longtime friend, will be visiting Miller at Siren’s Port General Hospital.

- “Office Space”, a sculpture exhibit representing white collar clerical drudgery and exclusively featuring the medium of office supplies such as staples, push pins, paperclips, #2 pencils, labels, rubber bands, and manila envelopes, will be unveiled today at the Charles Redcliff Art Museam in Sector 3. Governor Townshed himself will be attending the opening gallery, making a speech in support of the city’s hardworking secretarial staff, a people “near and dear” to the former civic accountant’s heart.
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mom_to_us_all

[That thing you see there, blocking your NV screen... is a paw. A gigantic paw. But have no fear, a moment later it's moved away and the nose of a big canine is sniffling it now--

sniff, sniff...

If you thought it was over, have a very wet tongue is tasting it now...

slurp, slurp...

The tongue finally moves away and we can see a white wolf staring skeptically at the screen... Yes, skeptically.]

Has anyone seen a sparkly prophet? He looks exactly like this:

[The words appear as if she had used some kind of brush, but they immediately transform into readable text in the NVs. Then, a drawing:]

[Yup, exactly like that.]

classdismissed

[The video cuts on very suddenly. The fact that the camera is angled down at a pair of black boots on a grassy field suggests that it's not entirely intentional. The owner of said boots sounds like he's on the verge of either a complete breakdown or some kind of homicidal rampage.

The view shakes violently as Griffin gestures emphatically.]

Yes, I know how to work my bloody NV, I've been here!

Look pal, you need to calm down. I know, it's scary--

You're not listening. Tell me what the date is or the only scary thing that's gonna happen is me snapping your neck.

... January 27th, 2012.

[There's a long beat before Griffin answers. He's less angry and more shaken now.]

It hasn't even been two weeks? You're telling me that--

[Just as accidentally as it had been started, the video ends when Griffin tightly grips his NV and happens on the wrong button.]

[[OOC: Surprise? Griffin is returning after spending about two months in his world. Nothing extraordinary happened to him.]]

skynyrdgroupie

(ooc; backdated to before the sirens.)

What the-- [He’ll just stop himself before finishing that. After the walk through the baseball diamond this place is old news anyway.]

Well, hell… This isn’t the big house, not that I’m complaining… is this resurrection or did I get sent south for meddling? [He sounds just as confused as he is mixed in with a little sarcastic fortitude. There's a skeptical frown on his mug set heavy just beneath furrowed eyebrows.] I don't think I deserve that. Maybe some probation and a junkless parole officer. Neither of which would be new. Well, mostly.

Which way back to the Roadhouse?? [He points with both hands, crossed at the elbow, being animated despite his situation to cheer himself up.]

And I’m not calling all angels. Train is gay.