sirenspull | March 5th, 2012

March 5th, 2012

Monday, March 5th 2012

Weather All night rain ends this morning, becoming cloudy and windy, with some sunny periods in the afternoon. High 6°C and a low of -2°C (43deg;F/28°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 6:47am, and evening sirens are at 6:00 pm.

News & Advertisements

- Theft and Defaced Property on the Rise in Sector 4 as a New Wave of Arrivals Appear on the Baseball Diamond.
Coincidence? You decide. Locals, submit your opinions to the editor to be published in Wednesday’s special follow up report.

This morning five shop owners in Sector Four reported stolen inventory. Security cameras failed to capture any evidence, but three alarm systems were set off just after morning sirens. Police are baffled by the robberies, as nothing of actual value was stolen. Reported missing are containers of plastic dinnerware, a stainless steel pot, a staple remover, a box of crayons, wool mittens, a tissue box and a container of jaw breakers.

Residents in Sector Four had a rude awakening this morning. For nearly five blocks, buildings and fences were covered in crude and mispelled graffiti. [ There are two pictures included in the short article: a building with "NO GRENADS" and another building that reads "BUNGHOL". Modern day (2000-2011) references to reality shows are the main focus of the graffiti. ]<./i>
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[ News Notification Thread]

blackmoonrising

[About half an hour before this feed goes live, the more spiritually sensitive inhabitants may have felt the arrival of a very, very potent source of spiritual energy interrupting their senses. Sorry about that, he can't help it.

The NV feed being broadcast is video, it’s after dark and someone seems to have accidentally pressed the video function while trying to get to grips with their newly acquired piece of tech. And now he’s picking a fight with it.]

Send- damn it what the hell kind of piece of crap are you?! Don’t give me that ‘number is not in service’ bullshit I know that damn number’s right!

[There’s a beep and apparently this is enough to make the orange haired boy on the other end of the line growl in frustration.]

What the hell kind of phone are you supposed to be you piece of junk!

[It looks suspiciously like the NV is about to be hurtled at the nearest wall, and now viewers can very plainly see an annoyed teenage face scowling at the screen as it is held at arm’s length, before he seems to notice that the red light next to the camera is on and…]

Crap is this thing on? Hello? Anyone there?

[And then he sighs, moving the NV back down to a more user friendly distance and glowering at the camera.]

Okay, if anyone’s paying attention then I need to know how the hell to get to the asshole who thought dragging me here was a good idea. Or you can point me in the direction of someone who can help.

And, uh, anyone know what the international code to dial Japan is? I need to call home and let 'em know I'm gonna be late for dinner.

[There’s a pause… and then he seems to be mulling something over. What he is considering is whether or not to explicitly call out the familiar sources of reiatsu he can feel in this strange new city he’s found himself in, thus a) exposing his Shinigami allies where they may not want to be exposed or b) making him sound like a crazy person if they’re not here and he’s just imagining it all through displacement induced wishful thinking. He opts for a happy medium, scowl still etched on his face.]

Oi. I can feel that you’re here, y’ know. Anyone feel like saying hi or am I on my own out here?

[But that scowl's still not gone. He really looks like he's weighing up his options here, and then, with a rub of his neck and a sigh (because he knows in advance he's going to regret asking this but he doesn't have a choice), he adds this little beauty to the end of his transmission. Desperate times call for desperate measures.]

And I'm kinda missing a corpse. I had it before I got here and now it's gone. Anybody seen one?

olderthanyourjesus

[The feed clicks on, but it takes a moment or two to actually speak. It's a lot to try and get this out.]

I know it means nothing to apologize for my actions, but I feel I must. My actions were forced, but it was I who could not control myself. I am sorry to defile the name of vampire for others here in the Port. I am also gravely sorrowful for the victims and their families.

It does little to say these words, and I know what I have done.

[The next section is spoken in an ancient Swedish dialect.]

I am most sorry to you, Childe. I never meant to be a burden on you.

[Locked to Lucifer]

I believe after the last events I can no longer work for you, limited mobility and all.

circusmaster

[There were a million questions Smiley needed to ask. But in an unknown land, he could trust no one. Even in Canada. Was it still loyal to the Crown? Was the Cold War still on? How far had Moscow extended itself?

Smiley turns these questions over in his head until he opens the door to his temporary flat. The light bulb in the center of the room flickers on, and he sets his handgun on the small kitchen table before standing by the window, simply watching. He knew that even over forty years, the nature of man didn’t change, but where could he be useful here? The modern phone in his hands looks more like a calculator than anything, but slowly and surely, he starts to type out a post. A single line, written once in English, then repeated in Russian.]

Who invented the light bulb?

((OOC: Smiley is testing you, Siren's Port, although with a bit of a dated question. People from the West would answer Thomas Edison as the first man to come to mind, but in Soviet controlled countries, the answer would be Alexander Lodygin. FEEL FREE AND TRY TO PASS THE COMMIE LITMUS TEST))

needtobecleaned

[It's a blue eyed KOS-MOS today, looking a bit sad. The image changed from her, to a map. The map is clearly marked Rennes le Château and it only remains on screen for a moment before it switches back to the blue haired woman.]

It's a bit silly. I have tried to deny it but I cannot any longer. This planet is Lost Jerusalem, now called Earth. Strange how a name can change over the course of five thousand years. Rennes le Château was a simple floating landmass in my time. I was forced to use my Phase Transfer Cannon to gain access before it was reduced to Planck Scale.

[Still looking a bit sad. Mary isn't going to get over this for awhile.]

There are rumors in my time that Mary Magdalene was buried there.

[Except not rumors. She knows exactly where she was buried.]

In any case, that's not the reason for this. I was actually somewhat curious as to who I would speak to about becoming a Greeter. Since I don't require sleep or nourishment, I have much more time than any one else. It's not because I lack funds, but because I have more time on my hands than I care for. Yeshu may not appreciate the decrease in time spent with him but he seems quite at home with the House, already.

[A short pause and then:]

For those who do not know me, I am KOS-MOS. Should you require any assistance after sirens, please call on me.

excellentviolet

I would say something about welcoming newcomers to the port and probably inviting them to join Violet Systems again, but I feel like I need a change of pace. Face it, it's tiring always having to put up your most professional face. I'd like the opportunity to let loose at least once.

So, tell me-- do any of you practice hand-to-hand combat? I've learned a few over the years.

recitings

[Today, Genesis seems to be leisurely lounging at the house with his feet propped up on a table and a slim sabre in his hands. Dressed down in jeans and a button-down white shirt, he looks more like he's posing for a picture rather than coming on to tell people something over the network.

Well, he didn't just turn on the NV to look pretty. Although people are very welcome to stare.]

I've been thinking that with all this free time on my hands, maybe I should start a kind of side-line job. I don't think it would hurt my modeling career to offer sword fighting lessons to whoever is interested. So, would you be interested?

[His bright blue eyes are fixed on the NV now as he expertly maneuvers the sabre despite his laid back posture. Trained eyes can notice that his body is more accustomed to handling something heavier though, like the massive scarlet sword hanging on the wall behind him.]

You'll get lessons from a First Class SOLDIER. One of the finest, best-trained fighters back in my world. I can't say much about my actual skills as a teacher, but I've learned a thing or two about handling people back in the military. Just let me know if you're interested.

[Then he makes the feed private to Franz]

Your lessons will always be free of charge.

[And a wink, and he shuts off the feed.]

youfartknocker

[ His NV is propped up against a rock, a limp doll that has stains of something that could either be blood or alcohol (or a combination of both), recording the scene. He attempts to sneak up on the lion at the beach, bare feet moving surprisingly noiselessly against the sand. A little white and red ball is in his hand.

The Great Lion stands, overlooking the on-coming waves. His eyes are upon the horizon, a distant look coloring those tawny features. As of yet, he seems unaware of the one who aspires to catch him off guard. ]

Uh- you're mine, dude. Uh, huh huh.

[ He stands, chucking the ball at Aslan. It expands in mid-air, opening in anticipation to capture the lion in front of him.

The Lion turns his head, and when the ball strikes him between the eyes, it falls harmlessly to the ground. He does not move, merely stares and says nothing. ]

Uh- lame. Did these things, like, break or something? Uh, huh huh.

[ He walks towards Aslan to pick up the ball again.

This continues for a while. ]

leaderly

[Video]

[If Souji had his way, he would never post to the Network ever again. Not after the Shadow incident. He's sitting at the table in his apartment looking slightly bored. He puts on a small smile.]

Hi. I was wondering if anyone could tell me who to contact if I want to be a Greeter. I'd appreciate it.

predominates

[ The feed turns on, and the voice that speaks has a modern posh British accent with a velvety edge, definitely nice on the ears. There are a few background noises, like she's on the move perhaps, but the attention's on her new audience. It's a shame she can't share a face just yet; she is supposed to be dead. ]

Hello Siren's Port.

[ and a sultry, pleasant hello it is. ]

I've heard about your little monster problem and all those things that go bump in the dark. So, tell me, I must know. Since no one has found a way out, what does everyone like most about being trapped in this charming city?

[ There's a bit of a scolding tone in there. So of course, she expects to be met with hostile answers, excuses for their incompetence, but it should lead her to the more touchy subjects, what's important, what has everyone up in arms. Or maybe they will tell her exactly what they like. Information, gossip, details. She wants it all. ]