sirenspull | February 5th, 2012

February 5th, 2012

[Santana is sitting in her room, legs crossed underneath her. She's not wearing any makeup and her hair is down -- which is rare, all things considered, for our resident Latina. But it is very late at night, but Santana can't sleep.

She looks like she's looking into a small mirror at herself, quite intensely. There's a long moment of silence -- just Santana looking into the mirror -- before she holds it up in front of her -- and lets it go.

And it remains hanging, in mid-air, for a solid three seconds, before it falls soundly onto her bed.

Her lips twitch into something of a smirk before her NV times out.

-- well, kind of.]

( [Filtered to Quinn Fabray // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Finn Hudson // Private // Unhackable] )

thepull_mods

Thursday, February 2nd, 2012

Morning Weather
[Have a cheerful special TV broadcast, with schoolchildren and reporters gathered around a small animal enclosure.]
“It’s partly sunny with a few overhead clouds on Groundhog Day, Live from the McKinley Zoo, where Ethan the local groundhog is about to leave the burrow and give us our seasonal forecast. According to legend, if the groundhog comes all the way out of his burrow, spring has sprung! But, if he sees his shadow, he will return to hibernation for another six weeks of winter (brrrr, and after last month’s blizzard, we want some warmer weather headed our way, Ethan! It’s up to you!) With mottled skies, it’s a total toss up for us today, folks! And here he comes- (fingers crossed now, kids!)

There’s- no shadow! Looks like spring is finally just around the corner!”
High 8°C and a low of 1°C (46deg;F/34°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:44am, and evening sirens are at 5:07 pm.

News Updates

( Happy Groundhog Day! Articles beneath the cut. )

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Plot Note: Anyone running alternate outcomes to mini-events for the duration of Groundhog Day can post revised articles in the comments as 'Breaking News'

[ News Notification Thread]

cadaverdaddy

I have written the same identification tags for the same guests four times now. ^hehehe We have become so very acquainted with one another, I greet them every day it seems when we meet each other again in the hospital morgue.

Though it is curious. To die every day, to wake up and know what their day holds; would it be possible for someone to do something, either for themselves or for another, to alter the flow of events~? _hahahaha What do you think- what would you do?

Two more survived today than in days past. I wonder what is to become of them.

Let us see what tomorrow brings, shall we? ^heeeeeeeeee It is quite exciting.

mirroredmemory

[It's still earlyish; Xion's sitting in her pyjamas and nursing a warm beverage at the kitchen table in The Apartment That Never Was. She looks a little deep in thought, and is sporting some fairly impressive bed hair. It's not quite on a par with certain people she's connected to just yet, but it appears to be taking on the forces of gravity and defying them soundly.]

I know that the TV and the papers are saying that today's the second of February today, but that's just not right. It's the fifth, it has to be! I've kept count of the days every single day since I've lived in this city.

Today makes three hundred and sixty five. It's been a whole year today. I've never lived anywhere as long as I've lived here.

[A whole year; it's already fifteen days longer than she lived with the Organization. It's been one year, exactly, since she died.

She puts her mug down, tries to tame that gravity defying hair enough to lie flat behind her ear, then she smiles slowly.]

A year... it's a long time, isn't it? But it's kind of funny, in some ways it feels like it's been no time at all. You could live a whole year in one place and learn more in that year than you ever learned in the almost-a-year you lived somewhere else. That's what it's like for me. Where I lived before... there were good days, and the best days were when I got to be with my best friends and nothing got in the way of that, I didn't have to worry about anything or anyone and I could just be happy with. I've had more days like that here in Siren's Port than I ever did before, I've got my best friends, my brother, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. I'm really, really glad I got the chance to come here.

This world is my home, I couldn't live anywhere else now. Does anybody else ever feel that way? Or would you go back, if you could?

cruelties

[The feed is on an earring in someone's ear. It's purple in color, dangling, and delicately set with small silver bands. Some may recognize it as Jack Vessalius', those who may have known the original owner are gone as well.

The person sits back to reveal Vincent Nightray, his hair tied back, and his usual red earrings gone. He only wears the one seen at the beginning of the feed in his right ear. The man looks wan but he's still smiling even if it's faded and bitter. He closes his mismatched eyes as that limpid little grin does not reach those eyes.]

My lord, Leo Baskerville, is no longer here.

[That's all he says and he turns off the feed.]

[OOC: Replies will be so slow, so slow....forever. Also, Vincent has been to work at Lions Gate and co-workers are free to have noticed a change in his behavior since last Sunday. Namely that he may have seemed more withdrawn and possibly distressed even if he's been pulling that smile act he is on the feed.

Also as Vincent has more or less been on psychotic auto-pilot for the last week-- he's completely unaware the day has been repeating. So feel free to pick up on that and that he also won't have any real memory of anything that's happened the past few days.]

atrumcanis

[This is a video, recording from the top of a roof--just a bit of sky, at first, but then Sirius readjusts it, his wand held between his teeth--a shaky bit of footage, and he sets it beside him on the edge of said roof before taking his wand from between his teeth with a very officious air.]

[In a Deep Announcer Voice, first:] Hell-lo, Siren's Port, it’s partly sunny with a few overhead clouds and the groundhog's not seen his shadow again and there was a massive accident and some hulking creature ran amok before being arrested for the secon-- no, sorry, the third time and everyone poured their same orange juice into their same glass again this morning and in case you've not been paying attention, it's been well established that we're now existing in some sort of mad loopy time thinger, yeah?

And everyone is complaining about this? 'Cos actually, if you think about it, it's brilliant. Not if you were doing something disgusting yesterday, and if that's the case, that's your own fault for not living a more interesting life, let that be on your head. Me, I had a lovely day, and I'm having another, thanks for asking--and it's made even more lovely with the knowledge that my possibilities are absolutely infinite. No matter what I do, no matter what's done to me, I will wake up tomorrow morning. I got absolutely smashed last night, and I woke up without any sort of hangover. A world without hangovers!

This is the hour of mad success, my friends, triumph over death and consequences and hangovers, so we really ought to take full advantage of it before someone clever works out the solution. Jump off roofs, for a warm-up, then find a bridge to jump from, then go down to the zoo and tease lions or dragons or whatever they've got that's really big and deadly--hack a hole in the ice out at the lake and go for a swim--drink everything at some unlucky pub and not pay for a single drink--run through traffic--get speeding tickets and eat them--break windows--a load of really, really, really dangerous things, and that's just today.

So in, sum, for my next trick--farewell, and it was nice knowing you all! See you today, but tomorrow! [And with that bit of cleverness, he jumps to his feet--precarious on the edge of the ledge--and kicks at his NV, which knocks it over, turns it off, and possibly breaks it.]

acemedium

[Oh, hey, Siren's Port. Today (or, well, that day that keeps repeating itself, but details) Maya is sitting at a desk, looking news reporter-esque and very serious. This is going to be a very serious feed]

Citizens of Siren's Port, we have a national crisis! Or... city-wise crisis! Port-crisis? ... You get the picture! Anyway, you know that moment when you did something and it feels like you've done it before but you don't remember when? That's called "Dijon View" [That"s "Déjà vu", Maya]

Well, that's what's happening! But worse! Every day is the same day, Thursday! It’s not even Friday! [How terrible. She's saying all this like it's brand new information.]

Anyway, it's obvious what it is! Time goons! The Evil Magistrate’s time goons! This totally happened on this one episode of the Steel Samurai—

[Suddenly, Diego’s cat steps on the NV, thankfully cutting out what otherwise might be a five minute long ramble on said Steel Samurai episode. When it clicks back on:]

--Okay, so what do we do?

1. Don’t panic!!! And don't get depressed and hurt yourself, either [Not to name names or anything] Everything will be okay! We just need to defeat the time goons!
2. Investigate anyone that looks goon-y thoroughly! Remember, time goons are sneaky and try to blend into society, so make sure you check them really closely! Except for Mr. Asch. He’s definitely not one, despite how he looks.
3. When you find a goon, give 'em a Samurai Chop! That'll stop them in their tracks.
4. Be sneaky around the locals! They don’t know about the time thingy, so they might get suspicious and think you’re a goon if you talk about how it’s not Thursday anymore!
5. If you find a time machine, chances are a vile agent has already used it to go back in time– oh wait, I’m thinking of the wrong thing.
6. Um, I don't have a six, but the list looks better like this.

Anyway, the point is! Stay calm! Don’t do crazy stuff! Once we beat all the time goons and stop the Evil Magistrate's devious plans, time will go back to normal and the Dijon View's gonna disappear too!

[Maya's about to click off the feed, but suddenly a final, profound thought comes to her:]

... And under no circumstances should anyone sing "Let's Do the Time Warp Again!"

awakenings

[The little hologram that shows up on everyone's NV is that of Re-l Mayer, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top, and not looking like she's bothered in the least by the temperatures. More importantly, she looks agitated, though it's difficult to see too much detail considering the hologram isn't very large.]

Am I the only one going out of my mind over here? The same goddamn thing, day after day after day... It's worse than home! At least there I could take a day off without feeling guilty because the same people keep dying and getting hurt. No one's listening. No one's believing anything. I've even had to resort to looking up a fortune teller and someone with precognition powers to ask if they see anything in the future, some sort of disaster or time loop--

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

I just look insane. I've had to watch the same accident happen every day. I've gotten the same call about a couple that keep getting hit by the same truck speeding out of some parking lot.

[It's grating on her. The helplessness is mounting, stifling. She can save a few people but everyone else dies anyway. And it just keeps happening without any way to stop it.]

I want any officer who can hear this to meet me tomorrow morning outside of where that traffic jam is going to be around 9am. We can set up one or two traffic cops and hopefully something will change. If not, we can intervene this time. All of us. [They have enough magic users and powerful people on their team that they should be able to stop it.] And then we can move on from there. I don't care if this needs to be repeated every single goddamn day until something happens. I can't do this alone.

[She folds her arms across her chest, though it might look like she's almost hugging herself.]

Please tell me someone's figured out what the hell the cause of all of this is. We have enough geniuses in this city that it shouldn't be too hard.

manipuleights

[ The feed clicks on to a close-up of a VERY happy troll girl. She grins, bearing her fangs and does her best to look adorable. ]

Joooooooohn~~~~ ♥

( CUT FOR TAILLESS WHIP SCORPION )

I found another one! Do you have any jars left? I think he'll look greeeeeeeeat on your nightstand! There's still room there, right? Don't tell me you've been putting silly things all over the place!

beardedveteran

[ The time is just after midnight; he looks dishevelled, but more from having woken up in the middle of the night day after day because of his TV set blaring out the same obnoxiously loud commercial and jolting him awake. What little of the background that can be seen is kitchen tiles and surfaces lit by moonlight, his profile just about visible as he sips from a glass of water. ]

So... people've been asking about 'altering the flow of time', changing events, that kinda thing, making it sound really bad. I don't know what to think about it. Never met anyone with-- well, time-altering powers-- or, heh, maybe they never told me. How bad is it to mess with time? Or... how much can you mess with it? If it's a case of today and tomorrow, Iiiii... don't think I'm gonna become my own grandfather. That's a case for the silver screen.

[ He takes another sip. Even to himself, he's not making too much sense. ]

What I'm thinking is, it's worth trying to stop the bad things in the short-term. Or learn from it, maybe. A death's a death, even if we see the same day happen over and over again. Not so different from a salaryman's daily life, you know. It's not so bad! There're still chances to change things.

[ He laughs a little wearily and, for the first time, glances at the camera though only for a moment, chewing his lip before speaking again. ]

Anyone know many civilians survived the pileup...?