sirenspull | January 30th, 2012

January 30th, 2012

[ When the video feed turns on, it’s perfectly situated on a bar. The place isn’t that crowded, since it is a Sunday night, but Death can be seen leaning against the bar, from behind the bar. That might be a good indicator of what this is going to be about. ]

Hey everyone! It’s been awhile since I had a chance to talk to you guys on the network. I hope everyone’s okay from the snowstorm.

[ She tilts her head slightly, dark hair falling over one massively eyelinered eye, before she pushes it back. ]

Did you all see the newsfeed yesterday? I felt so bad for Avalea, I knew I had to do something. And then I talked to St. Matthew about making some changes to “Mugshots” and to the bounty hunting system as a whole…and my new partner had some good ideas, too.

[ She picks up the NV and points it to the other side of the bar, where her new partner, Slade “Deathstroke” Wilson, is sitting, apparently reading a newspaper. ]

Say hello to Deathstroke, everyone. We’re going to be working together when it comes to the bounty hunting business.

[ Oh, this is the part where he says something, isn't it. His head tilts in her direction, his stare somehow piercing despite the mask he wears. Might as well be brief.]

Transactions will go through me. Keep it professional, and we won't have any problems.

[ Death nods. ] There’s going to be some changes to the system, which I hope gets more people involved! I think the biggest change that we’re making is to the anonymity of the system.

[ He comments dryly: ] If you want to hunt, you'll have to register. Pick a name, and stick to it.

And now with those brand new nicknames, we’re also going to be ranking the hunters. [ She turns the camera to show off the new, electric scoreboard that takes over part of the wall in the bar. ] The scoreboard will have everyone’s nickname on it, how many bounties they’ve collected, and who’s got the most so far. Whoever is number one on the list will get free food, here at “Mugshots”!

[ He turns back to his paper. ] Just what they always wanted.

[Death leans in, smirking conspiratorially as she whispers with a wink. ] I keep him around because he’s so good looking.

[ He glance in her direction, his lack of amusement almost palpable. She doesn't seem to notice.]

Anyway! If you want to talk about becoming a bounty hunter, or find out more about bounty hunting, you can come into “Mugshots” at anytime, and ask to talk to Didi. That’s me, if that wasn’t clear. [ Grins. ] Everything else goes to Deathstroke, here. He’s the one who’s going to be laying down the law when it comes to things, so try not to piss him off.

Oh, and like I said when that reporter talked to me for the article; if you’re in law enforcement? Bring in your badge, and your first drink is free. Just a little reward for our men and women in blue. [ She taps a finger against her lips. ] We could probably use some new blood around here, too. We had a few people quit because of the gun problem, so if you’re looking for a job, let me know!

[ooc: More information can be found on the revamped bounty hunting page, and on our OOC Information Update!]

thepull_mods

Monday, January 30th, 2012

Weather
Steady wind and rain, tapering off to showers overnight. High 6°C and a low of 2°C (43deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 8:49am, and evening sirens are at 6:02 pm.

News & Advertisements

- Viral NV Bug Warning!
A Network virus, purportedly written by bored computer science majors on SPU’s campus, has been sending itself throughout the city’s networking system through randomized messages. Once the message has been received, the virus will send out messages to five randomized people within your ‘home’ Netvice Network. While seemingly no more than a harmless prank, with no lasting damage to your NV software or tracking bug, this virus has already caused several fights, breakups, and 911 calls from alarmed parties.

[OOC: So wanna hook up with that random cross canon CR you’ve never had the opportunity to contact before, and have had no previous way of striking up conversation with? Guess what. Your character's just caught the virus from your bosses’ e-mail, which happens to be a viral chainmail. Pick 5 people and hit up their IC contact box with a random atrocious Text from Last Night (or, make up your own criminally ridiculous nonsensical one liner). Gear up for a confused reply. Characters that open said infected email or mechanized voice message? You must repeat process with five OTHER random contacts.]

- HEY, GAMING GEEKS!
Eclectic Collections Gaming Shop releases its new tabletop roleplaying system: Nulls and Norms. Stop by our shop in Sector 4 and purchase a 10-pack of dice, we’ll give you the NetVice code to download the FREE preview scenario and basic rulebook, packaged with pre-rolled sample characters. Can you survive the world beyond Siren’s Port...without powers?!
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[ News Notification Thread]

graceful_cutter

[Today, Amy seems to be lounging in someone's office rather than the stone walls of her church home, or the playground she usually stays at.]

It occurs to me that yet another year has passed since I had arrived here... that makes it two. I wonder how old I am now. I can't quite keep track of it without a proper birthday to call my own.

[She pulls out a piece of paper from a bag and peers at it before looking back at the NV.]

I won voice and piano lessons at the silent auction some time ago... would anyone know who Blaine Anderson is?

facepalms

It's almost the end of January.

Which means that I'll have been here for over two months now. I don't know if I should be celebrating or wondering what the heck I should do next. I still need to find a job, so if anyone has any suggestions, I guess that would be helpful.

Guess you can call it boredom, but I'll raise a question. How long have you guys been here? ... And do any of you even celebrate your one-year anniversary or something like that here? I mean, if you've actually stayed here that long.

olderthanyourjesus

[He blinks slowly and looks back at the camera feed.] The snow is melting. I am not accustomed to weather in this region, but perhaps it will bring hope for spring.

[There's another slow breath as he tries to collect his thoughts.] I have not worked in centuries, not for pay that I needed at least. My nights are open, and I find myself with copious amounts of time. I was the Sheriff of Dallas, though my authority was only over vampires. Should anyone need my services, I am looking.

[Another moment where he thinks. That is all, but he's double checking. Old men sometimes forget things.]

My thanks.

needtobecleaned

[KOS-MOS is just walking along the street. Some people might think she's going shopping but since she isn't human, there's no need. She doesn't work today so it seems she's just patrolling. Or learning more of the cities layout.

Her expression though looks like she wants to be sighing. She turns her NV to look behind her... Where a small, colorful kitten is following her. It has no collar but some people don't put collars on their cats so...]

It has been following me for ten minutes. I have attempted to coax it to return to its mother or owner but it won't be swayed.

[Why is it following her? And what should she do about it]

If anyone has lost this feline, please alert me and I will bring it to you. It seems intent on following me anywhere.

[She could jump onto a rooftop to avoid it but... dammit, she shouldn't have to go that far.]

gotsomebadnoose

[a burst of static. Shadows blot out the corners, dip into the frame. Dim. Dreary. Lee's been thinking. It's a dangerous place to be. Makes him lament. Reminds him of things he didn't have or of what he did have, but lost. Out of reach. Out of grasp. Close enough that maybe, just maybe the tips of his fingers could brush it, but then he'd just knock it away. Weighed down by a heavy heart. Heavy mind.

The audio kicks in with a loud crackle and adjusts into a tolerable almost hum in the background. A corpse, well tended to- dressed in a jacket, black sweater, and jeans, slumped in a chair- head lulled to the side, tilted back against the backrest of the chair, and craned against the cement wall, lies. At a glance, the figure was only in a deep rest. A sleep of ages claiming both body and breath, stilling his pulse and stealing his color. Blue lips parted. Words left unspoken, silenced by a descended crowbar. The scene faintly illuminated by a pale blue glow.

The video remains stubbornly glued to the body. The speaker standing somewhere behind the device.]

I've b__n th_nking again...I r______…what my life was __ke bef___ this place an_ _ rea____…there w_sn't m_ch th___e. I ___ed my life with___ RE__LY living it. Then again, everything in between ___ ____ght, I ___ss. __ o___ it hadn't ended the way it DID.

[silence slips in, the static simmering to a barely audible level. His words easier to hear. Images of the last few hours he had lived float on the surface. Lee speaks quietly. He didn't want to startle those memories.]

Anyways, what do y_u do when you're feeli_g bl-...down?

I'd really like to k__w.

( non-static version )