sirenspull | February 19th, 2012

February 19th, 2012

So. Elections. [ He's hanging out in his apartment, which looks a little dingy, but at least it's clean! ] I fucking love elections.

A special election at that. [ His lip quirks in a half-grin. ] That's pretty nice news to hear. It's an opportunity to make some big changes, at the very least. So who's running? [ and he holds his hands up in front of the camera in a placating gesture. ] Not that I'm scoping for competition, or anything like that! I'm honestly curious to know who's eyeing the spot. [ He pauses.] Wow, that does sound disengenous, doesn't it?

I'm offering help, actually. Not free, but if you're running for office, you would have enough money for a campaign consultant. [ He cringes slightly ] At least I would hope so.

If nobody is, well. [ A shrug. ] That would be quite the shame, wouldn't it?

universaljanitor

February ni- is it really February 19th?

[Guess who's been a bit, er, distracted for the last week or so. But hey! Better late than never, in his book.]

Ahhhh not the worst I've been with losing track of time, at least. Bit common, really. Either way, I do have a bit of a question. A nice little public inquiry of sorts!

I've been hearing talk of elections and police forces floating about, figured it was about time to get the whole history of the place, now that I've figured out some of the scientific and physical make-up of this city, its inhabitants, the 'powers' some of you are developing. And, well, this many people trapped in one place, some with powers and some without, seems a bit like chaos waiting to happen. Well, not waiting. Been listening to the news broadcasts, at least. [Just... not the dates.] And see, I have a friend in the police force. Well, in the investigative division. Well... no, actually. Not sure what she does. Bit of information on that would be nice.

Otherwise, I'd especially appreciate a rundown on magic, actually. Where I'm from its not entirely possible, just a different branch of science. Where humans mastered atoms and the combination of chemicals others you would label as witches and wizards mastered words. So if there's anyone willing to just meet up somewhere and give me a magic demonstration, just let me watch a bit, take down some calculations... might help on figuring out what makes this place so... ohIdunno, different, I suppose. What makes it so easy to trap us here. Changes the rules and laws of physics and keeps us trapped.

[He pauses, takes in a deep breath to calm down, and when he speaks again? Well, it sounds downright cheerful.]

Would also like a recommendation for a good florist, if there are any still operating in all this snow. Always tend to miss Earth traditions...

archangelflonne

[Flonne is settled in her room, sitting at a desk facing her nv. She wears a frown.]

Recently, I experienced my first blizzard. I'd never seen one before, at least close enough to actually touch, and I have only one thing to say. It sucked! It was really, really cold! And whats worst of all, I had no way to cover my wings!

[She brings a hand to the feathered wings, running a finger across them.]

Not many places carry clothing for winged people that I have found. And even the ones that do don't have any way to protect your wings in cold weather. Hasn't someone invented some sort of like...wing glove or something? I was afraid they were going to freeze and shatter right off!

[A short pause.]

Also, winter sucks!

thepull_mods

Sunday, February 19th, 2012

Morning Weather Mostly cloudy. A few evening showers, with risk of a thunderstorm with small hail. Windy. High 7°C and a low of 3°C (43deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

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hairdecs

[The video starts with the interior of a stately mansion!

Or what used to be one.

There's mud tracked in all kinds of places. Rugs have been flipped over. Pictures are tilted on the wall. There appear to be various cereal bits on the floor along with small plastic toys. A potted plant has been knocked over and its dirt joins the mud right around where what looks like a bright blue fruit drink has been spilled. The curtains are all tangled up in themselves, and someone has drawn pictures of robots on the glass with what must be more mud.

Suddenly, Finnian pops into the frame, a huge smile on his face. His very muddy face. His clothes are a hodgepodge of various stains, making it quite obvious whose handiwork this all is.]

Hey everybody! Is this a good mess?

cowboycop

(( ooc: Forward-dated to about 7PM, action opportunity for housemates. ))

Got a question fer all y'all. You ever... wish you could change somethin'? Y'ever had one of those moments when you just... wish you could go back'n... fix it all?

[A pause, as he seems to tap his foot down. His spur jingles in time, so one can only assume.]

... though I figger that here, it'd be goin' forward an' fixin' it. Three years ago fer me, three years ahead fer Siren's Port, I reckon... [One could probably hear a faint sigh if they tried. This is hard for him to admit, even bring up again.] ... a man named Neil Marshall was killed. Man I loved like a brother, 'cause... he was my brother. An' no matter how long ago it's been, I keep wonderin'... maybe I coulda... done somethin' different. Maybe I coulda jus' stayed behind a bit longer. I dunno.

... so how do y'all keep it from gettin' to ya? Even I'll admit I ain't got a clue. Guess that's my real question I should be askin'. Jus' lemme know. I'll... I'll get back to ya.

[He tries to turn off the voice, but just before, in a quiet voice that was meant to be just for himself:]

Dammit, Marshall, keep it together...

thequarterback

[When the feed turns on, Finn looks a little more somber than he had during his other network posts. Spending a few months home, thinking you're free, just to be dragged back here will do that to a person, he'd guess. He's sitting outside, just outside of the apartment where ~~he hopes~~ he's still staying with Santana and Quinn. It's starting to get a little darker outside, but the sirens haven't gone off yet. He's still got time to get inside. It's not like he's trying to get himself killed in by Darkness monsters or anything. He's a little depressed, but not like that.

Finn's actually about to just shut off the feed and, you know, forget he ever started this whole thing. But he's actually going to make this post worth his own time or... something] It kinda sucks that I think I like it better here right now.

ooc;; This is backdated to not long before evening Sirens go off. He's also back a day early because I came back from my out of town-ness a day earlier. Now you're all caught up :3

edge_of_nothing

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

[The feed continues as Xemnas closes the book he has in hand, glancing up at the NV after a moment of pause.]

...There is never a dull moment.

[In the background, across a desk full of paperwork, a cat stalks elegantly until she decides to settle right in the middle of it all. Apparently it doesn't take much to keep her content. For now.]

Perhaps one can even call it 'eventful' - a fitting pace for a city such as Siren's Port. It is typical considering the demographic of the populace. [Of course, he then considers what he has recently heard/seen on the Network.] Then again, I suppose it varies from person to person.

And, like most, I still find myself busy with all that has been happening. And I do not expect anything less.

gaveherwings

Hello. Fellow newcomers? I'm in need of some practical advice-

[A breath. This is less the tone of a confident doctor, and more like a young man teetering on the brink of anxiety, but holding his voice together at a steady calm.]

What are the appropriate channels, besides calling it in to law enforcement, to best go about securing yourself from identity theft? I've...never had to recover from losing anything like this before, and I'm uncertain what steps I should take from here-

I seem to have somehow misplaced something very important: Photo IDs, keys, my debit, a portable storage drive, and a panicalarm device which- its GPS is apparently disabled. (So much for that being anything of use)

I've been retracing my steps for almost two hours now, and I just can't figure out quite how, or when- [Uncertainty clouds his tone for a moment, as he mutters mostly to himself](It's odd I could even get so far without realizing it was missing- my lanyard is something I feel rather... naked without.)

So If anyone's had any experience dealing with this before, in the contemporary system- I'm at an honest loss here, asking the network. Normally it's something entourage simply wouldn't allow to happen, but.... What would you do?

And how would you go about even beginning to locate something potentially stolen, in a city this large and under poor surveillance, which can't easily be replaced?

gavesugar

[Sheila wears the look of someone who has been cooped up for far too long. As she switches on her NV, one might notice that this is not her Newcomer apartment, but rather a plain room furnished even more sparsely than her true home, with a bed and a number of Sheila's possessions, salvaged from her Newcomer Apartment. She waters a very large aloe plant, fussing for a second.]

It seems as though this winter shall ne're conclude, does it not? My poor plants art withering down to nubs.

[She turns and addresses the NV at last.]

I hath been enduring since the bombing, and am living above my employer's dress shop. If ye wish to reach me, please contact me through my NV, as my living situation art quite precarious.

But there art good news afoot. I hath been offered a secretarial job by Lee Chaolan. He hath informed me that I must lean to operate a computer to do so. Art there any among thee who might teach me?

[She peeks through the blinds and sighs as hale plinks against her window, mixing in with the monotonous drone of the machines downstairs.]

not_candycorn

So many interesting things
around this town.

We had always thought
Our collection was complete.

WRONG!

It is obviously not Our fault.
We would never miss a thing.

Prince must have failed to roll them all up!
He always was easily distracted.

...Ooooooh!
Look at that!

And oh oh oh!
Look at that over there!

So shiny!

Can We have one?
Pretty pretty pleeeease?

We want to collect ALL the things!

[ooc: So in the Katamari games, King keeps track of everything Prince rolls up. He then gives them all silly definitions! With so many people from other worlds here, King wants to find out about new and interesting things you all may be carrying around! ]