news feed; Thursday, March 1st, 2012

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Thursday, March 1st 2012

Weather Mostly cloudy, with roaring winds in the morning. Slight chance of flurries or showers. High 4°C and a low of 2°C (49deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter

Morning sirens go off at 6:55am, and evening sirens are at 5:53 pm.

News

( Cut for Press Conference and News Article )

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[ News Notification Thread]

Fourth Rune -- (Video)

[runebladeknight]

[[Slightly forward-dated to about 7:30AM]]

[Celes's face is businesslike as ever, at first glance. But those with keener perception might notice a tinge of sadness in her eyes. She's not going to allow it to get to her that much, especially not in public. She can handle these things. And it's not what the first part of this post is about, anyway.]

And so the media coverage begins. Can't say I'm looking forward to that much, but I suppose it's unavoidable here. Back home, I had to put up with far less of this pageantry when it came to trials. I never thought I would prefer anything of that place over what's here.

[She sighs quietly, and then filters the rest of the post.]

[Filtered to fellow SPPD officers.]

Do I even need to ask if anyone else caught the static blast from Kotetsu's NV last night?

4; voice; instantly regrettable post

[harriedosborn]

So.

[ He's speaking a little slowly, the bitterness properly enunciated in the slight tipsy slur to his voice. ]

… You know. I wasn't going to think anything of it, I have way better things to be working on and thinking about, but the more I think about it the more it's really burning me up. I mean, I really wasn't going to think anything of it but then--

[ He clicks his tongue and pauses to take another sip of whatever he's drinking. ]

I think that's really great. Really. My dad never remembered my birthday and he always blamed it on the leap year, but -- but my birthday's the twenty-eighth, that's just bullshit, right? I -- I, um -- it's so stupid, I don't even know if they remember either because I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be dead--

[ There's a clink as something breaks, and apparently spills as well. ]

Oopsie. What was I saying? Oh -- no, the worst part is I forgot about my birthday too! [ He laughs a little, quiet and forced and slightly whimpery. ] Usually Liz says it to me in the morning, but…

'm not sure what I'm trying to say actually. I'm just giving myself a headache.

video; forward dated to March 8th

[socius]

( Internal angsting under the cut. )

[As it is, there's one tired looking ginger glancing down at the camera in hand.]

..Hey Port. Long time no see.

accidental video -> text; backdated to wednesday night

[paterelohim]

[The NV is spinning in the air, the image incredibly confused before the thing hitting the edge of a couch and landing at an odd angle. The video shows legs- feet, a pair of sock-clad feet vanishing into jeans and another pair with shoes on, gathered around what looks like a coffee table, though the table itself is out of the frame.

After a moment something drops into the frame from above: a slender, lifeless hand, obviously dangling off the table above, with blood running down the smooth skin. There's a sob off-screen and someone pulls it away again.

The sound is muffled and terrible quality, but some things can be heard.]

Stop it goddamn it just stop- haven't you done enough? STOP IT.

[Chuck's voice, sounding panicked and desperate. Someone kicks the NV and the sound muffles- a riot of noise, of yelling, and the picture starts flashing, distorting, static and terrible noisy feedback- and then yelling that crescendos into a scream. It's garbled but the NV picks up just a little-]

-THE FUCK OUT NOW-

[Before it distorts again and goes dead.]

[Text post, about 30 minutes later.]

Sorry about that. It's fine. It's taken care of.

Okay, that's a lie. Not that it's anyone's business.

Someone from Purgatory cover my shift tomorrow. And the next day.

[ OOC: This is open to action to anyone at the HoA. Chuck's in one of the common areas, sitting like a trauma patient on a couch next to a bloody coffee table. Fred is dead, was killed by Angelus, but her body's already vanished by the time of the text post.

The static and feedback was Chuck's grip on His powers kind of slipping a lot and Him accidentally making lights explode.]

36th Blossom: 03-01-12, Morning | Text

[graceful_cutter]

I am frightened. I do not want to lose my father.