sirenspull | February 9th, 2012

February 9th, 2012

[The video feed came on to see non other then the ports resident Clown. Grinning away like the sly buffoon he was, giving a little wave for good means.]

I've come to understand that there are many a people out there in the port whom will be lonely and somber on this coming St. Bridg- err, I mean Valentines day. What a pity, what a crying shame it is~

[Slowly he started to peel open a small heart shaped chocolate candy and licked all around the shape of it. Pausing to talk once more.]

Seeing as I'm somewhat old hat here in the port now, no pun intended of course~

[Tipping the top hat atop his head as his reference to his Chain pleased it some.]

-So I've decided that I will extend my observations in order to assist the lonely hearts club. You can make this holiday a lot more exciting by spending it with the right person. Come see me with a candy donation, and I'll see that you find a date to die for~

[Smiling as he popped the candy into his mouth, chomping away on it loudly. It wasn't like Break to be nice, nor to pretend to be nice for free, but seeing as he was hoping to get many valentines candies from his little matchmaking cupid spree, he thought why the heck not.]

wwelp

im fuckin dyin out here
not a the cold or cause i couldnt hold my owwn
thats not evven the beginnin a my problem
no
no wwhats krillin me here is loneliness
ivve been out here since forevver and not a single fuckin one a you havve bothered for so much as a howw are you eri
you holdin up alright
wwant a place to stay the day
do you need a hand in fightin those canadians for the greater good a evveryone eri
a course i dont but thats besides the point here
the point bein that if somethin other than my owwn loneliness was killin me it wwouldnt evven make a difference cause no one wwould knoww
cause its only me out here
evven jake left and i knoww wwe got along wwell enough
wwhatevver
figures this place is no different than anywwhere else
and here i wwas thinkin earth wwas supposed to be more hospitable or somethin

[ an ooc note: my apologies for any tags that might be coming days late; my net's been down and DW hasn't been loading. ]

thepull_mods

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

Morning Weather Periods of rain tapering off to a chance of showers in the evening. High 9°C and a low of 6°C (48deg;F/43°F)

Current Moon Phase: Full Moon

Morning sirens go off at 7:34am, and evening sirens are at 5:19 pm.

News Updates

- Governor Townshed announces the upcoming founding of a Newcomer Office of Affairs at city hall. "For too long we've ignored this special interest group, and it seems clear an advisory and direct liaison may assist in addressing critical concerns in handling new immigrant affairs. Rather than appoint a representative myself, it seems just and democratic to let them choose one among themselves." Elections for candidates among the city's Newcomer Population are tentatively scheduled for the end of March.

- The 3rd Sector Main Branch of the Siren's Port Public Library, which contains city archives, has failed building inspection and will be closed for the remainder of the week to repair extensive basement water damages from the snowstorm floods. Hawthorne University's Campus Library will also be closed till Saturday, for new carpet installation and the introduction of a new cataloging system.

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[ News Notification Thread]

destinysembrace

[The feed starts up to a a table filled with lace, ribbons, red paper and a few tiny roses. Possibly a scissor and some tape added to the mix, with Kairi humming somewhere off screen. After a while, she picks the NV up, showing what she was working on.

There's a small pretty bowl filled with candy hearts, resting on a circular piece of paper trimmed with lace, and a ribbon wrapped around it with rose buds at the center of the knot. Kairi's voice comes on.]

Mm, not sure if it works good enough, since I'll have to run it by the boss, but I might as well get opinions on it. Is it too fancy or too plain as a centerpiece for tables on Valentine's day?

[It made sense. Decorating a coffee shop for Valentine's would rake in crazy profits. She switches the view back to her, munching meditatively on a candy heart as she tilts her head to one side.]

... and I was curious on how some people here actually celebrated Valentine's day. Like... do you guys give chocolate to your closest friends, or just for a special someone?

topslug

It's been more than a year since I got here. To be honest, I completely forgot the date. It's not really the kind of thing that you remember, when you have other things on your mind-- like why you keep waking up on the same day. [ Sheepish smile. ]

I've met a lot of people this past year, and I've seen a lot of things. I could disappear from the Port any time-- maybe years from now, maybe tomorrow-- but I hope I get to remember everything, even if I do. Until that happens, I'll just have to keep moving forward. There's still a lot for me to learn.

[ Judging by the way Yako pauses, that seems to be all she has to say about that. A lot has changed, and though she isn't normally one to mark anniversaries, enough has happened in the past few days that she thinks it deserves noting. Instead of her office, she's making the post from her kitchen-- she hasn't left home just yet.

Absently, she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, moving it out of her face. ]

I've seen a couple of people post about Valentine's Day, and I know not everybody celebrates it, but... if anyone wants me to, I could show them how to make chocolate and bake some things. It won't be anything fancy, but a gift's always different if it's hand-made, right? I was just thinking of doing it at my house, but it might be easier if we could find a bigger kitchen to work in.

One more thing: if anyone's looking for a place to stay, we've got a couple of rooms we're looking to rent out. Contact me on my NV if you're interested.

facepalms

[ When the feed turns on, there's a somewhat annoyed Kyon on the screen, giving a melancholic sigh before turning the video off to speak. ]

Give me a break.

Anyway, I guess the talk of the town is about the obvious: Valentine's Day. To be honest, I feel like a lame male protagonist in a weird dating sim who has unfortunately gotten all the bad ends. Which is why I probably won't get any chocolate this year. Am I the only one who feels this way?

It's not like I honestly expect anything special, but I digress. Anyway. Looking for jobs is tedious. Especially when you have to work more than one job to get enough money to live. ... And then some. Sometimes it just reminds you that home was a heck of a lot better than this place is.

Especially if you're a second year in high school who's still living with his parents and using an allowance. Guess I feel a bit nostalgic. Though I'm not nostalgic enough to want to wish this place on the other brigade members, or those two idiots. [ He's referring to Taniguchi and Kunikida.. ]

So, yeah. Guess this was another one of my 'useless posts', but I guess you can say that doing nothing but either sitting around all day or running around looking for jobs while couples act all lovey-dovey with their Valentine's Day plans makes me bored. ['Guess I caught Haruhi's boredom virus. Not that I care, honestly.']

So, what are your plans for Valentine's Day? And if you don't have plans, well... guess you can just join the club.

sheepworrying

[Wolf took the day off from work today, but he's definitely keeping busy. The NV films him at the makeshift kitchen table in his apartment, hard at work on... well. A lot of things.

He's currently in the middle of arranging a huge bouquet of colorful flowers, and actually doing a passable job at it. On the table behind him is a stack of letters written in curly black script, topped off by a tremendous valentine with red paper and white lace. It's homemade, with letters in glitter and ribbon glued together. The end result looks very much like a preschool art project.

Those who are familiar with Wolf will recognize the rather manic demeanor that characterizes him during the full moons, with wide, bright eyes and nearly boundless energy. He's humming and singing pleasantly as he works.]

L... is for the way you look at me!

E... is for seeing you eeeeveryday!

A! Is awe-inspiringly-- [A beat, where he glances at the camera and waggles his eyebrows] alluring and!

H! Is... [He drifts off.] for something I need to figure out before I send her this stack of love letters through the course of the day, hrrrrr... hahahaha.

[He sighs longingly, finishing up his bouquet with a red ribbon and then turning to the camera.]

My fellow Newcomers! Let me tell you-- let me just tell you. For a long time, I thought that we were eternally separated from the people of this city, just from the fact that we were misplaced here by the twisting tides of fate!

WELL. My mind has been changed. Because now I know, now I know without a doubt... that two people separated by time and space and dimensions and the Core all their lives can come together and blossom from total strangers into that most magnificent of all bonds... love! True, pure, perfect love!

[Another longing sigh and he sweeps the bouquet up off the table.] Arooooooooooooooo, my Leah! I didn't think I'd ever find a mate in this cold, cruel world! And now that I've found her, I don't know how I ever lived without her! Oh, make no mistake about it! I am in LOVE!

[And suddenly, he turns on a dime, shifting instantly to a vicious, angry tone--] EVEN IF YOU ROTTEN DOGS AT THE GOSSIP RAGS CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT! AND YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT, HRRRRRRR! YOU LEAVE ONE MORE MESSAGE FOR ME AND I'M GONNA TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB, LITTLE MISS MCMURDOCH! [A sharp intake of breath.] I refuse to feed your gossip!

[He pauses, then takes a deep breath, lets it out, and grins.] Oh, all right. One piece of gossip, I can tell you that.

[He moves towards the camera, conspiratorially whispering with a huge grin on his face.]

Huff-puff! Clear out your calendars, friends and fellows... I think there's going to be some wedding bells coming up here pretty soon...

[He chuckles, sighs dreamily, then turns off the NV.]

the_gun_smoker

[This apricot haired, flamingo legged looser would apologize after he realizes what he's done. But after a rough few months of being beaten up, black mailed and down right lost feeling, Badou had given in to the bottle.

He was as drunk as a fiddlers bitch. Maybe that was the reason behind his rather messy broadcast? He started with a text, a text to someone who wasn't even here.]

 Heine you piece of rcap *crap
sure its an on goign joke to leaf me hangin by my nutsac in teh *the face of danger
but you normaly come ventually
teh fuck are you man?

[After some flickering between video and unreadable text such as: ahdu hf&* j- Badou continued to fumble with his NV. Finally the video stuck on. He looked rough. Runny nose, bloodshot eyes and a clearly too intoxicated to be making any kind of broadcast.]

I don't even need you man! I don't even need Mimi or the old fuckin' man! Nah, get outta here with you. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!

[Bopping his head with the side of the alcohol bottle he'd just polished off in a few gulps. The video cut off, but the sound was still coming through.]

..... I miss you guys

[The audio panned off into a light snoring. Falling asleep while the feed was still being sent out to the port.]

zZzz~ zZzz~

madeinoblivion

[There's a shift and crinkle of a soft taco wrapper, loosely covering an NV to hide it's sneaky planting. Through the low murmur of background noise, and something which sounds distinctly like Underground Mall muzak, two adolescent male voices are prominent. One sounds particularly bright with bravado and a little bit of playful goading.]

Okay, so! That is a pretty girl. Good, Roxas! You're finally getting somewhere with this.... Now. [Onward to step two and the ten thousand munny jackpot question:] What makes her pretty?

Sheesh, you don't need to talk like I'm a little kid. [But Roxas sounds more amused than annoyed.] Uh...she has nice hair. With the curls.

So curly, [Joe clarifies keenly, his voice leading] but not....frizzy-curly. Neat.

Yeah. The smooth curls. See that other girl over there? It looks like she has a bush on her head. [The boys dissolve into a brief round of shared sniggers.]

No bushes, right- and... light-colored, right? Red or Blonde? Okay, now what's better, skinner like her or curvier- not big, but...like that one-

What's it matter what color someone's hair is? Red and blonde are both nice. ...uh. That one, over there.

Does it matter what kind of clothes she likes to wear? Or what stuff she does- what kind of stuff do you think is cute? That's really important for finding your 'type' - (You know, for girls this part is so easy? It's not fair- they have magazines with these quizzes and they just circle answers and then you count up what letters you've got most of, and that tells them straight off what your 'type' is.) So anyway. If you had to use just five words for what you like in girls....Go!

[Roxas is starting to get a little annoyed with all the questions here, himself.] That stuff's not important. (And that sounds like a stupid magazine.)

Uh...nice...funny...active...pretty smile? I can't think of anything else, are we done?

Yep! That should give us some options. [Plucking up the NV, he swaps it to video and uprights the camera, revealing an brief upside-down view of an ideal girl-watching overlook on the second level of the food court turning the image on the spiky blonde haired victim of this attractiveness-scouting duo.] So! You heard it all right here, ladies! My friend Roxas needs a Valentine, and has just a few more days to find one-

[Roxas's jaw drops and his eyes go wide as comprehension dawns.] Did you...

Aaaaany takers? (Bonus, if you like coffee.)

Are we on the network?!

...Or Ice Cream! [A 'hah' of a laugh, our cameraman leaps up from his seat and swerves it quickly in front of him to block his aghast and embarassed friend's path] Or maybe skateboarding. Or you just want to come over and play with his cat-

[And then Roxas lunges directly at the camera. There's the fumbling beginnings of a wrestling match, a peal of Joe's laughter, and then the recording shuts off.]