sirenspull | February 1st, 2012

February 1st, 2012

Okay, let's out with it.

We all have this NV bug thing going around, right? Everyone's had weird messages come their way or suddenly found that they sent something terrible to somebody.

What's the worst, or most outrageous, inappropriate, or funniest message you've sent or gotten from this thing?

[Then she switches to text for the end, just to be cheeky. Look, she's learning technology!]

You don't even have to read it. I'll show you mine!

thepull_mods

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012

Weather
Periods of rain tapering off to a chance of showers. Windy at times. High 8°C and a low of 3°C (46deg;F/37°F)

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter

Morning sirens go off at 8:48am, and evening sirens are at 6:03 pm.

News & Advertisements
- Todd Michaels and Rachel Smith are both feeling so silly after their horticulture project for Hillsdale collage attempted to kill them last night. As it turns out, the students were able to create a sentient plant, they called Ethel. Ethel apparently is a specific genetic mix that the two had been breeding for the past year as part of a project for their senior year.

The newly sentient plant attacked them just as they were leaving Tuesday evening, having decided to leave the lab, and dragged itself into the halls of the building. The building's staff quickly realized what had happened due to both the security guard noticing the attack on the monitors and a staff meeting of the horticulture department breaking at the same time next door, causing half the staff to walk into Ethel's path. The staff then tried to stop Ethel from escaping the building, as the plant pulled itself through the halls and attempted to attack passersby.

Two hours into Ethel's reign of terror, Department head Sam Richards struck the final blow, killing the plant before she could escape through the ventilation.

Michaels and Smith are both in the hospital with minor injuries for their efforts, and should both be released by the weekend. Though apparently there are strict rules about living subjects for their project, Richards has said that they are to be given A's both because of the achievement of a sentient plant and because he hacked it to pieces before it could be graded.

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azarathmetrionzinthos

[voice]

[This is read out a little like a prepared statement.]

If you pick at a scab, you might make it start bleeding again, and if you keep doing it, the wound will never heal.

If the scab stays on there forever, the wound won't heal either. The cells have to dissolve the scab while the skin forms again underneath.

[Pause.]

People can get used to any kind of surroundings. Even these. It doesn't get better when you pick at it, but leaving it entirely alone isn't the solution either, is it? So, what one thing would you change if you could?

[text; anonymous; moderately hard to trace]

a park eating place grows cones pepperoni, sausage, or mushrooms a chest of stolen gold a flyer's quiz when you get out the camera part of a food fight where a farm animal eats What do the answers have in common?

soul_scatter

[Byakuya is sipping a mug of tea. He looks as composed as normal. However, there's a slight haunting to his features, if one is observant enough to see it.

You see, Rukia's birthday has come and gone. His birthday was yesterday... and sometimes, Byakuya feels every single moment of his 100+ years - he honestly doesn't know how the older taichous do it, sometimes. But then, he suspects they are not as lonely as he is.

Tonight is one of those nights.

He sips his tea again.]

There are certain things that mortals do that I cannot fathom. Watching of the passing of time, ignoring the past and only looking forward, refusing to look beyond the surface of anything or anyone...

This time of year, the sakura blossoms are in bloom. My estate would be a riot of pink flowers on the breeze...

[He stops and gets back on his original track.]

Does time that passes here matter? Will it change the outcome or how you perceive the events of your home once you return? For those that have those from their future here, will anything they've told you change things for you?

Do actions taken here make a difference?

harriedosborn

[ Harry looks a bit better than the last time he posted; more rested, at least, and less depressed looking. He glances around himself as if making sure the coast is clear. ]

All right, so -- this isn't about me this time, I swear, and I know this thing isn't exactly craigslist, but… you're all a better crowd to ask, I think, than whatever the real craigslist equivalent around here is. Is it just craigslist? Anyway, say you've got this teenager who wants to work for the news. Like, I dunno, a paper or something easy like that and definitely isn't paparazzo work. There's got to be a market for that, right? Something safe? I want to make sure she's in good h--

[ He's suddenly interrupted by a shriek and there's a pillow flying out of nowhere into his face before a red-headed girl bursts into the video. ]

Oh my god, Harry! Are you really doing what -- oh my god, you herb!

[ She's looking at the camera now, trying to shove him off screen as best as she can. ]

Ignore him. Whatever he was asking, ignore it. This didn't happen. None of this happened. Oh my god, you're so embarrassing!

[ Off-screen: ] For cripes sake, I'm trying to help!

[ Mary Jane buries her face in her hands, and all that's heard from her is a completely embarrassed: ] Oh my god!