sirenspull | March 8th, 2012

March 8th, 2012

[The feed turns on to show Crowley in the baseball diamond. He's just standing there -- and he looks slightly different. He's thinner, he stands straighter, and when he looks around, it's lacking that sassy nonchalance. No, Crowley is serious. And while he knows the NV is recording, he doesn't really seem to give a damn.

He's absorbing something. Calculating. Remembering. Catching up with the present.

And suddenly -- the feed crackles and Crowley is lost to static and buzzfeed -- there is an explosion of blue electricity and lights, and the baseball diamond is plunged into true darkness, sparks crackling to the ground, though Crowley, after the extension of his power, speaks calmly.]

Someone has precisely five seconds to explain to me why my dog isn't coming when she's being called.

[And the public feed ends.]

( [Filtered to members of the HoA sans Magneto // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Elaine Belloc, Gabriel, and Christina Nickson // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to the Winchesters and Bobby Singer // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Castiel // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Magneto // Private // Unhackable] )

thepull_mods

Tuesday, March 8th 2012

Weather A mix of cloud and sun. High 9°C and a low of 3°C (48deg;F/37°F)

Current Moon Phase: Full Moon

Morning sirens go off at 6:41am, and evening sirens are at 6:04 pm.

News & Advertisements

- Eccentric China Collector’s Estate Sale Over 10,000 pieces of unique fine dishware and tea sets, many different styles, for sale at bargain liquidation prices. Now through Sunday, at The Herminstead Estate in Sector 6. (No bull shapeshifters permitted on premises.)

- Zipz Arcade is hosting an Anti-Gravity Polo tournament on its 0G floor, ongoing all night! Register your team of six players by evening sirens, and meet in the Blacklite lounge for rules and play demonstration..

- Five Star Events is currently seeking a few very attractive and fit waitstaff to service the VIP tables at a few events for the next two weeks. These are celebrity events so professionalism, energy, and confidentiality is a MUST. You will need to bring bottles of water and food to the tables and be willing to cater to our guests' every whims. Waitstaff must make sure that everyone is happy and taken care of. Pay will start out at $20/hr plus tips. Please send resume and headshots. OUTFITS WILL BE PROVIDED.
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[ News Notification Thread]

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[ Good day, Siren's Port. It's your resident jerkfais assassin and bounty hunting coordinator coming at you today with a PSA about the business. He's dressed for the occasion, masked and armored for the world to see, sitting quite professionally behind his desk.

His tone is deadpan as always. ]

For those of you who haven't already registered as a bounty hunter, the time to do it is now.

For those of you who are new to the Port, if you'd like to register as a bounty hunter, we're located in Sector Four at Mugshots bar.

[ He tilts his head at the camera. ]

My name is Deathstroke. If you have any questions, I'm the one to ask.

Try to keep it short.

[ With that said, he cuts the feed. ]

[ ooc: For information on bounty hunting, check out the info page here! To accept a bounty, put one on someone's head, or register as a bounty hunter, check out Deathstroke's IC contact page here! ]

bestowsgifts

[ Fire.

That is what is first shown. Fire casting its deadly green light, around and around, a manic, frenzy dance of hellish flames. Finally, the flames died down, showing the head and shoulders of a woman with a pale complexion with a greenish light to her skin. Her eyes are bright and alert, completely yellow and holds herself with poise. ]

I have been told the basics of this strange world, that involves with its Core. A kind gentleman whose occupation, I believe, is to be so informative.

[ Too bad Maleficent was, at the time, to be in no mood for any helpful fools - she sent a few lightning bolts along his way when he stutters his first few sentences. ]

How curious this thing is, this Core.

But what I am more interested in is its children, the beasts that prowl at night.

I like to know more about them.

tinyvampiregod

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Brace yourself, Siren’s Port. Alice is coming.

Alice here being a petite, pretty, impossibly pale girl with short black hair. She looks entirely too happy given the time of day.]

Hi everyone! [Alice gives the camera an impossibly cheery wave. Be more cute, Alice.] I’m Alice Cullen, and I’m a vampire. Apparently that’s not a secret thing here, so...that makes my life is easier, yay.

[Okay, srs time is now.]

I’m actually kind of different from a lot of other vampires, in that I only drink animal blood. Buuuuut...[She makes a face, like someone’s just waved something disgusting under her nose.] it really needs to be fresh. Like, I just caught that mountain lion by myself five minutes ago fresh. So, if there’s a place where I can catch wild game, I’d really appreciate some information. And if that’s not possible, is there a butcher that can get it fresh from?

And if you’re still watching after all that, I’m looking for some work. I’ve got degrees on degrees on degrees, so I’m probably qualified for anything you throw at me. I’m very good with stocks and finances. I’m an expert event planner, as well as a clothing designer and stylist. [She slows down to think for a moment. Well, for her. To the people watching, she’s barely taking a breath.] I love working with people! I’ve never done it, but I think I’d make a great sales person.

[Finally, she stops talking a mile a minute. She looks incredibly pleased with herself, convinced she’s made a good impression.]

So that’s me in a nutshell, I guess.

[OOC: Also, here's a little permissions form regarding your character and Alice's visions. I'd really appreciate if you could fill one out.]

bestseller

[Alan's voice is unsteady. He's nervous for arriving here mysteriously and having a phone that actually works for once. He doesn't know if he's free, or still trapped in the Dark Place. Especially, if this is in his head, or reality. The phone he has in his hands confuses him; it's similar to one he owned, and other than not knowing how he got it, there's something not right about it.

Even though he's on edge, Alan tries to remain serious. He's been in similar situations, so many times now has he woken up in strange places, but no many how many times this happens, it doesn't get easier.

He's been in Siren's Port for a little bit. Not a long time, but he's figured out the phone seems to be able to broadcast across a network of some sort. That's new.]

My name is Alan Wake.

Siren's Port, Canada? That's all I'm getting. GPS doesn't want to give me further details. But I seem to have found myself stranded here.

Doubt this place is even listed on a map on account of it being in such bad shape. The place looks abandoned. How and why I came here is still unknown to me.

[He suspects it's the Dark Presence, but something in his head is assuring him it's not its doing.

The siren's suddenly blast overhead and stop Alan in his thoughts. There's an eery silence followed directly after that. Alan doesn't know what to make of it. But his quiet is soon interrupted by a hideous inhuman cry that yells out in the distance. You can hear the breath leave Alan's mouth as soon as that monstrous cry emits.]

It's getting dark. There's shelter up ahead. Should anyone receive this message, know that I'm seeking the buildings that are nearby. Stay in the light.

[Just before the voice feed clicks off, the sound of what appears to be a gun loading is heard.]

cuatra

[Like so many other arrivals to the port, Ulquiorra's return is herald by clear signs to those well attuned to spiritual energy and signatures. The most notable of which can be felt in the sky above and the air outside the field of voids on guard around the dug out. It would have started faint at first, like a ghost touching skin and easily pushed aside for more important thoughts. Then would come the inexplicable heaviness that begins to push down against the air, a pressure which only grows stronger up until it vanishes completely.

The familiar location causes him to stand as quickly as his senses will allow, not wishing to be bothered with the tedious formalities of the being welcomed to a world and situation he already knows. When he does stop it is only because Ulquiorra can feel several familiar pulses of spiritual energy, at least one of which is already moving in his direction.

Tapping the small silver bracelet on his wrist as if no time had passed at all, he takes enough time to note the date, time, and most recent current events. When he is finished the video feed clicks on to reveal nothing but white. The recording stays much the same until a black lips and tear streaked cheeks come into view and pull away as Ulquiorra holds his wrist at the proper angle needed to record.]

Until I have time to properly investigate what has occurred in my absence, I will need to be updated on any important events that may have occurred since July of 2011. Those of which involve any of the Espada present in Siren's Port take priority.

ella_of_frell

[ The feeds turns on to a rather preoccupied Ella. The wolfpup Kyra is just out of view from the angle of the NV, trotting down the steps of her home. Ella is balancing the NV against one arm, and a small box under the other. She also has a new friend, a little critter that closely resembles a kangaroo rat perched on her shoulder. ]

Does anyone have some... extremely easy recipes for people who have never cooked before? And I mean extremely simplistic - the type a child could make. I could use a few as examples for teaching someone how to cook properly.

[ Into the kitchen she goes, where the NV is set down and she reveals the box she'd been carrying. A blender. ]

I've never had one of these before, but it's a pretty ingenious construction; I'll give this era that much. Not having to pulp fruit by hand is a godsen-

[ She breaks off as a wooden spoon clatters onto the counter from above her. Immediately on edge, she glances up. ]

Oh no you don't. Lucifurr? [ Nope, no kitteh there. But the rat on her shoulder abruptly ducks into its hiding space into her shirt pocket. ]

Lucifurr, if you go for my ankles again I - [ She breaks off as "Lucifer" lets out a kitty snarl of malice and does indeed go for the ankles. Ella is ready this time thoug...sort of. She yeeps and jumps up on the counter, tucking her poor defenseless ankles away from the cat's sharp claws. ]

Bless it! Lucifurr you evil little demon cat, why do you hate me so much? [ She did nothing to you! She heaves a sigh, realizing the NV is still recording. Terrific. ]

Here's another question for you guys out there - Is there any validity to the 'music soothes the savage beast' theory? [ Because that would be really, REALLY useful right about now. ]