sirenspull | March 7th, 2012

March 7th, 2012

[HEY. Remember when Christina first got here and she was completely batshit insane and a few months later, she started evening out a little and acting semi-normal? Those were some good times.

Right now, she's sitting in front of her NV, looking coldly murderous. This is as angry as Christina's ever been since she destroyed Point Pleasant. Despite her fury, she's clearly been crying, but is trying to pretend she hasn't with teeth-gritted, wild-eyed fury.

Big, epic speeches aren't really a thing when you're shaking with rage, but Castiel already covered the murdering aspect, so she needs something else to get her disapproval across, but she still keeps it short and simple. Crowley may not have been overly compassionate, but he was genuine. Didn't lie to her, didn't spare her feelings, wasn't interested in her powers. Ambivalence in a sea of blind love and utter betrayal and hatred was a welcome alternative.]

A demon died the other night, but that's okay, because he wasn't a person, right?

If I find out that whoever killed him decided he needed to be put down because of what he is, then I'll show them what Hell really looks like. You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.

[She laughs- it's bitter and lacking humor.] It's funny. I actually believed for a second that the people in this town were tolerant.

calm_tempest

[Her apartment is a tidy place, neither too big, nor too small. One might consider it a very modest dwelling, considering her profession, but she does not feel the need for extravagance. Potted plants can be seen here and there, clearly well cared for, though the more striking pieces would be the ikebana arrangements she's put together.]

And so the city begins to wake from winter. Of course, that assumes that it ever truly sleeps. Even what seems like it should be rest may not be.

[There's a rocking chair that's very conspicuously doing what it's been designed for, despite the fact that it's unoccupied, and indeed Retsu is nowhere near it. Also, it seems to be . . . crocheting a blanket? Oddly enough, the chair seems almost content, if a chair can have such a feeling.]

[Retsu offers a vaguely fond smile in the chair's direction.] Life is often more resilient than we think.

Current Mood: peaceful

doctor_mccoy

[ Audio kicks in before the feed does, only for a few seconds and with it comes the dull buzz of distant voices and lazy not-quite-bustle of a restaurant, a diner perhaps, which becomes clearer with the slanted view of a waitresses elbow as she passes, and the florescent lights above. The NV is propped up (properly). The man is disheveled, exhausted, but god knows he's probably been awake since he arrived late last night, but then who could sleep after that? ]

"You're kiddin' me right now...."

[At least the coffee he has clutched between his hands is probably helping, or just fueling his already exasperated bewilderment of the entire situation. Thankfully no one knows him enough to recognize that the sardonic expression on his face is just the little sputtering fuse on it's way to the dynamite.]

"Sorry I ducked out of the welcoming parade, aloha's and floral leis aren't exactly my thing." [That's dripping sarcasm boys and girls, because by aloha's he means "monsters" and by parade he means what the hell just happened? ]

"I'm guessing my road to enlightenment is paved with questions, so if anyone can spare a minute to fill me in on what exactly is going on here that wasn't covered in the vacation brochure, I'd be obliged."

[Don't expect him to show much appreciation, but he'd really like to fill in the blanks. Oh and feel free to join him in the diner, but expect to pay, seems he left his wallet in the 23rd century.]

thepull_mods

((Phhht, sorry guys, looks like I accidentally posted this to the mod journal last night.))

Wednesday, March 7th 2012

Weather A mix of cloud and sun. High 8°C and a low of 0°C (43deg;F/32°F)

Current Moon Phase: Full Moon

Morning sirens go off at 6:43am, and evening sirens are at 6:03 pm.

News

Conspiracy theorist attributes seemingly unconnected phenomena to aliens

Luke Perry, father of 5 and ex-Science teacher claims that the Port is being visited by aliens. A manipulator of low grade magnetism, Perry claims that his sleep has been disturbed over the last week by unexplained electromagnetic disturbances, at first dismissed because no evidence could be found. Perry's claim could only go so far as to pinpoint which direction other than north the disturbances came from.

This morning, in his frenzied letter to the editor, he complains that the police won't listen to him, and goes so far as to suggest that an unexplained incident that occured several nights ago was also caused by extraterrestrial visitors. In one street, radioactive debris was discovered after Darkness receded in the form of a fine grey dust that was quickly disposed of. In Perry's mind, this was the work of E.T. and he intends to prove it.

The Editor's response to the letter is ruthlessly condemning, and poses the far more likely suggestion that - considering the timing of the events - the Port's new influx of Newcomers is a much more likely explanation for these incidents. He does however express a note of public concern over the possibility of a Newcomer - or in fact a native Portian - who has the power to expel radiation, certain that no good could come of such a power, particularly since whoever used it did so in a public place with no apparent forethought.

Price Chopper Pillaged!

Yesterday afternoon employees of the Sector 4 grocery store Price Chopper found themselves under the axe of a rather rambunctious blond girl. The girl was seen last rushing out of the grocery store with a cart overflowing with food, despite protests from employees, only to watch helplessly as she took off down the street without paying for anything. The cashiers on duty, two of them new on the job, felt overwhelmingly threatened by the sight of the girl's double edged axe, balanced precariously atop of the groceries and didn't speak up when she began to approach checkout. It was only after alarms were sounded by the unpurchased produce that the girl herself became panicked, broke a till in confusion and then proceeded to run off with the cart of food.

"It's a mess." Manager Petey Pearce said, when asked about the commotion. "No one was hurt, but I don't think her intention was ever to hurt anyone. She seemed more confused than anything, judging by the look of her actions on camera and by witness accounts. She must've thought it was the till making the noise and attacked it, not that that absolves her from running off with a cart of food."

The girl is thought to be a newcomer and any details about the individual and event in question are asked to be forwarded to the Manager of Price Chopper for further investigation.
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defineshinky

[She's standing right outside the Newcomer Apartments, clearly having just been shown there. Yet nothing else about Wendy reads as a desperately lost Newcomer. She looks resolutely unimpressed.]

Okay, the last time I did this, I didn't need to hurl in the Field of Dreams. Not kosher. Boss, come in if the nice men in labcoats were wrong and you're out there.

Somewhere.

[She looks at her NV expectantly, her frown growing deeper with each passing moment that she doesn't get the response that she's looking for.]

Come on, Middleman. Don't make me do the Ride Lonesome bit, that's not my routine.

[Time passes and she gets nothing. Finally, Wendy sighs, accepting the situation.]

Well, guess it is now. Okay, how do I--

[She starts pressing buttons and her brow furrows when she stumbles across the Network.]

Whoa. Uh. Hi.

whycantistay

[When the feed comes on, Fred isn't really looking at it. The sun is setting and she looks sick. Wiping away traces of blood from her mouth she finally speaks.]

Wesley? I think-- [Things have mostly come back. She was here. She was definitely here before. For months. And-- and Connor. She had her memories of Connor replaced here. Angel and Angelus. And Lucifer. Her eyes go wide.]

Angel? Angel are you still here? [Oh God, she'd died. She remembered the pain and the blood and her body was so broken. Her hand moves to her mouth in shock.]

Chuck. Oh God, please. Someone tell me if Chuck is okay. [She swallows. So much had happened.]

And Lucifer. The vampires. I-- remember. I was here and I died. And I loved someone. I remember it. But I went home and-- [And she's going to die. Her eyes fall down and she just can't deal with all of this. The last shot before it turns black is a second or so of tears starting to fall.]

starsaremything

[here's Rachel standing in the baseball diamond, looking a little bit older, with better hair and definitely with better clothes. She looks a mix between slightly confused and agitated because she was in the middle of something kind of important and now she's back somewhere that she remembers being... more than a year ago]

Does this whole 'turn up in the middle of who knows where Canada' thing really happen to people as often as this? I was really busy back home this time with Senior Year and everything. We have to win Nationals this year and I was waiting for something really important.

[now a pause because she's been thinking for a while during her time just standing in the diamond without her NV on. She knows that she died, can even remember a little of it, but the thought mostly makes her a little queasy]

What am I supposed to do now, though? I didn't think I'd ever leave and come back here. I don't even know how long it's been or if any of my friends are here. I'm pretty sure that everyone's probably gone home by now. What am I supposed to do? I can't do anything here, and my friends back home need me to be there. The Glee Club would completely implode without me! I know that time isn't-- whatever this place does to time, but we really were in the middle of something important.

[yeah, that's pretty much all said in one breath and she sighs a little, shaking her head and biting her bottom lip a moment]

I don't really want to be here alone. I'm not an alone kind of person... and do I have to look for a job all over again?

[a pause]

I really don't want to die again, either.

student_of_impossibility

Hello. [ Tavi's smile is friendly, and mildly sheepish. ]

I've been here almost four months. It's a bizarre thought, but considering arriving here in the first place, that's barely even abnormal I guess.

After all this time, I figured it was about time to look into a new place to live, so I was wondering if anyone was looking for a roommate.

[ After a pause, he seems to come to a decision. ]

Or a new worker. Some of my hours freed up recently, so I'm not just limited to deliveries during the day.

Either one. I suppose I've just been wanting a few changes.

no_resignations

[...This is probably the last thing he'd though he'd ever ask, but he'd double-checked his finances to make sure there was budget for it and that he had the room for it. It would have to be older, of course, so it didn't require constant attention. What is it he's looking for? Well...]

...What breed of dog would you suggest to guard an apartment?

[He's taking no chances after the incident with the Orgniazation.]

askedtobe

[ Seated in the corner of the couch in his living room, Peter's looking better than he probably has in months. Less tired, less haggard. Less miserable. You might say he even almost looks... happy. ]

Probably should've spoken up sooner, but-- lost track of time the past few days. [ There's a glance off camera for a second before Peter's clearing his throat and focusing. ]

Starting to think the newspaper really should start trying to be a little more thorough with its investigative work before it tells everyone i've died. Back when the Joker-- Uhm, there's a reason they didn't recover the body. [ a beat ] 'Cause I survived. So if anyone saw that, read it.. i'm fine. Nothing to worry about.

And-- [ After a put upon sigh, for a couple seconds, Peter holds his NV up against his chest, muffling both visuals and sound as he, off camera, takes care of something. But he's back on screen momentarily. Just technical difficulties, folks. ]

If anyone saw that bit in the paper about the aliens? Wouldn't worry about it too much. That was kind of-- [ he sighs; he really doesn't actually want to bring this up, but better to keep rumors spreading than not. ] The Darkness monster population in one of the sectors got kind of overcrowded, figured it was an easy way to take care of it all at once. Sorry about that.

[ And after a forced smile sort of a thing, he clicks his NV off. ]

[ ic replies will likely come a couple hours later. ]

arealwoman

[ It had been a while since Christina had felt quite so ill, her morning sickness not included - crying and drinking was not a good combination but that hadn't been a deterrent for her. She felt as lost now as she had when she'd first arrived, although a few days hardly made much of a difference. She'd turned her NV on several minutes ago, not certain as to what to say (or if she even could) ]

Siren's Port. That's [ Pause ] probably the worst place that I've been, and not even by bloody choice either.

[ And that wasn't the worst part either. The worst part? She's about to say ]

Three months. Three months that I barely got to see him, got lied to and now when I finally get a chance?

[ There's a pathetic laugh, although if you could tell anything from what she was saying (she doesn't care if she wasn't making sense) it would be that she certainly wasn't happy ]

Welcome to bloody Canada where we take everything from you. I'd think it a joke if I didn't know that it could happen.

[ Because it already had once ]

And if anyone dares mention that any part of this is good?

[ Because she's already heard it since arriving. Although if anyone was expecting the end of that you'll be sorely sorry, especially as she doesn't manage to turn her NV off before throwing up ]