March 4th, 2012

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Sunday, March 4th 2012

Weather Overcast and drizzly. High 7°C and a low of 3°C (45deg;F/37°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 6:49am, and evening sirens are at 5:58 pm.


Horoscopes )

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- A strange robbery occurred in sector 4 yesterday night. A large animal made of an odd rock substance busted through the entrance of a jewelry store, destroying nearly everything, including the security camera. When the owners arrived at morning sirens, their entire inventory was missing or highly damaged. It is indeterminable how much was stolen and how many were simply victims of the Darkness monsters/mysterious creature. Anybody with leads is asked to please contact the police.

- Brought to you by Queen Cobra herself, a special invitation to attend and participate in a weekly drag competition at The Viper’s Nest in Sector 1. Open to ALL residents and newcomers, starting on Monday the 12th. Cover charge at the door is $5. Be sure to wear your most stunning, dramatic clothing to be eligible to win the coveted weekly Miss Booty title. Big booty not necessary to win. The winner receives $500 to spend on a new wardrobe. If one of you divas manage to win five straight weeks in a row, Queen Cobra herself will escort you personally to a night on the town you aren't likely to forget! Walk-in registration accepted. Doors close at evening sirens.
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[Hello, Port. Today a certain redhead is sitting propped against a wall in a small building full of birds. Being friends with someone who has enough money to buy an entire aviary is pretty great. There are definitely at least three sitting on her as she begins to speak over the various noises.]

You know, I realized nobody had ever really seen inside here except me! But I like it a whole lot. It's really calming, and it's fun to take care of them all. Back home, I used to feed the birds that lived near the school, too, so it reminds me of my world a little bit. [As she talks, a pigeon comes down and sits on her head. Blinking, she looks up with a smile.]

I guess there are new people starting to come in now, too. I wonder if— [But then she pauses before looking quite panicked. She ducks down, and though the NV is pointed in the other direction now, there is the distinct sound of a bird hitting the glass wall of the aviary, as well as the muffled beginnings of a quack.

Birds are such intelligent creatures, aren't they?]

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March 4th, 2012 06:30 pm
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SIERNS PORT?!!!!? WTF MORE LIEK PIS PORT!!11! OMG LOL
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ANYWAY OMG LOL PIKL3S SKWISOMETHNG 2KI NATHAN CHARLES WH3RE R U GUYS?!?!! WTF LOL CHITER SI BLOKED ON THES STUPID PEICA SHIT
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AND TH3S APARTMENTS SUK HOLEY SHIT
SOMEBUDY HYER A MADE OR SOM3THNG JEZ

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March 4th, 2012 08:02 pm
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[It's sunset. Raphael is perched on a telephone wire, watching people scurry about to get to their places of safety before sirens. Even though it's cold, he's dressed the same as ever, not seeming the least bit bothered by the temprature. He doesn't look at the camera as he muses.]

I wonder what he'd have to say about it. His own death.

I'm sure he'd be amused. I wonder though... would he have wanted to be buried? Cremated? Left out for birds to pick apart?

[He actually chuckles at that. It's a kind sound. Not the least bit bothered by the gorey nature of the last part.]

Goodbye, Undertaker. Rest in peace.

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March 4th, 2012 08:33 pm
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[The feed clicks on and a man can be heard whistling an old tune. It goes on for a few seconds or more, footsteps heard in the background. Then, there's silence, and a faint sigh. A man with a thick Irish accent speaks.]

Quite the story, I'll tell you. "Oh, you've come to 2012, my friend! Enjoy your stay." [A puff of a cigarette.] 'Course, wasn't so nice as all that, especially not with that vulgar writin' on the diamond. I haven't had a welcome like that since I was back in the states and I'll tell you...that was a long time ago.

[He takes a moment to take a long drag from his cigarette before he speaks again.]

How do you tell a fella' that he's gone through fifty years in just a few seconds? I'd think I should be sent to the looney bin if I was spoutin' off that sort of shite. [A cough.] Pardon my language, if you will.

[He scuffs his heel on the ground.]

But it's really true, ain't it? We're all stuck on some godforsaken island in the middle o' nowhere. [He breathes out a chuckle.] Just my luck, eh?

[There's a faint noise in the background and Atlas makes a sound of recognition. He clears his throat.]

Ah, that's the other question I had. This is my second night here and I couldn't help but notice the little buggers outside. What's their story? Anyone feel like sharing?


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murasamia: (reading is hard)
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Sooo...

[ It's just Maria again, panning the NV towards her face with slightly less amateurish skill than before. At least she's not plugging at all the buttons this time. By the looks of it, she's sitting in some slightly-run-down cafe somewhere, and the other patrons visible in the background are shooting her dirty looks for her loud public call; naturally, she seems absolutely unaware of them, sighing a little theatrically and running a hand through her wavy brown hair. ]

I've been here for more than a month now! Stuck in Canada for a whole month, yep... And my best friend ain't here, and my boss ain't either, and it's a huuuge drag, you know? 'Cause I don't have anybody smart to ask about this stuff! Well, if they were here, I wouldn't even have this question, but that's not the point, amigos! I'm asking you all because I can't ask Tick or Mr. Luck!

[ a pout. Her usual sunny self might not be immediately visible, but it is immediately visible that she's more frustrated and bored than actually upset. ]

So... So say you used to just be a sort of freelancing girl, right, amigos? You were used to taking jobs wherever you could! But then, all of a sudden, you found this reeeally cool amigo, so you pledged your loyalty to him instead! And it was like that for a year, where you only worked for the one cool guy! But all of a sudden you get teleported to Canada and your super cool boss is gone and you need a job!! That's awful, right? I mean, I need money, but is it really okay to take jobs when I'm supposed to just be working for this one guy? [ her hands clap onto the table, shaking the video feed a little bit. ]

It's not like I want to quit working with Mr. Keith!! No way! It's just that everything's expensive in 2012, amigos! And I don't wanna wash dishes! It's driving me and Murasamia crazy, totally crazy!! What should I do?

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