sirenspull | March 11th, 2012

March 11th, 2012

[The video turns on sometime in the morning, and the camera seems to be held up by unsteady hands. The video feed shifts, and shows off a familiar face; pale, black hair, a massive amount of eyeliner. She’s also wearing what appears to be a vest, with a blue light glowing from her chest. Moving the NV back, Death grins, showing off the Laser Tag gun in her hand, glowing the same color as the blue chest plate.]

Roxas and I decided to give his Christmas presents a try! I figured that since today is such a gorgeous day, it would be a shame to waste it in some coffee shop or some bar. Don’t you all agree?

[Roxas appears in the background, small and far back, holding the same gun as Death is, and wearing a vest with a glowing red chest plate. The gun glows red as well.]

We’ve been testing it out around Sector Four. And since we have so many of them, we’ve been doing teams! The Red Team and the Blue Team, and anyone who wants to come play can play! We’ll put you on a team and have you run around Sector Four all day.

[She pauses in thought, putting on her best gunslinger pose.]

Though maybe we should have different team names… The Red Rovers and The Blue Wombats? Oh! The Ripe Red Radishes, and The Babelicious Blue Bananas! Oh, we could do The Red Roses and The Blue Bonnets…

[While she’s talking, Roxas has been stealthily coming up behind her, a red dot aimed at her back plate, something that occasionally moves up and down on the camera unsteadily. Death is about to say more, when suddenly her chest plate starts flashing and it makes a little “Bloop Bloop Bloop” sound. Gasping, she turns around and looks at Roxas.]

I’m going to get you for that! [Roxas starts laughing, and then quickly scurries away, and Death turns back to the NV for a moment.]

We’re going to be down in Sector Four all day! Come on down and join a team, we’ll get you outfitted with a laser gun and vest as fast as we can!

[She winks at the camera and takes off running.]

I'm going to get you!

[ooc: The log is up here! Everyone who responds will be put on the red team or the blue team, and can play as long as they want in Sector 4!]

thepull_mods

Sunday, March 11th 2012

Weather Mostly cloudy with a few showers. Chance of hail and risk of a thundershower. High 6°C and a low of 3°C (43deg;F/37°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

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cheerhealer

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

( private to peter ; extremely difficult to hack )

( private to loki ; moderately difficult to hack )

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

gammas

[ well golly who could this green woman be. she's walking and dressed in wow -- not a unitard though her hair is as huge as ever and she doesn't exactly look that happy. it's earlyish morning when she turns on the video ]

Wow, here again? Does my priorities mean nothing anymore? [ the corner of her mouth pulls and she sighs ] Right-o. So I'm She-Hulk. Shulkie. Jennifer Walters, former lawyer, bounty hunter, Avenger, Fantastic Four member, Defenders, SHIELD, Fantastic Force, Hero for Hire, Lady Liberator, aaaaaaand Fearsome Four. [ she's counting this all off on her fingers btw ]

It's a pleasure to meet whoever's still here. I already know how this all goes so no need to give me the rundown.

[ a beat as she just kind of rubs the back of her neck. ]

So, what's up?

preciouspearl

[One failed attempt. The screen is black for the first few seconds until whoever is holding the NV moves her fingers off the camera lens. Then, it shows pavement; the person recording is obviously not used to handling this device yet. It will be another second or two until the video clicks off abruptly. It seems like a wrong button was pressed.]

[Then a minute later, from the same device, a second video post pops up on the network. It's a child - a girl, perhaps, of around ten years of age. Her voice is quiet and shaky, and she is very obviously nervous... ]

[... and very strange-looking. Her hair is reminiscent of a pretzel, and her clothes are of an interesting design. Some might recognize her.]

[The feed is pretty short, lasting a few seconds at most.]

I'm not very sure if I'm using this en-bee correctly, but if anyone sees this... U-um. I'm looking for a person, but I don't know how to reach them.

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on a white little paw pulls back from the camera, showing a rather pleased looking Kyubey (well, as pleased as he always seemed to look), curled around a Pillsbury cookie dough container. Held between his paws it seems as if he's chewed the top of the wrapper off, one paw dirtied with cookie dough that he's certainly been licking it off from. He seems to be outside, laying in a patch of clover.]}

How many of you believe in the concept of luck?

_{[He seems to pause to try and fish out more dough, licking it from his paw once he succeeds.]}

The shamrock is a symbol of luck and has been for countless centuries.

_{[And he seems to release the container out of his grasp only to sit up, shake himself off and paw at the ground, plucking a rather large shamrock with four leaves (how lucky) out with tiny little teeth. Sitting back on his hind legs he takes it between his paws, ear twitching slightly.]}

People are superstitious and believe things will bring them luck, just like this shamrock. But it's nothing more than a plant. It isn't special at all in that regard. _{[And just for good measure he pops it past his unmoving little mouth, chewing and swallowing it with a tiny gulp.]}

Luck itself doesn't exist. Everything that happens in the Universe is based on various measures of chance and probability and the interaction between various causes and effects. Even so, people still choose to believe in such primitive concepts. It makes them feel better, I guess.

Even so, who feels lucky today? What is it like to feel lucky? Would you feel lucky if you had the chance to have any wish of yours fulfilled? Because I can do that. Almost any wish at all and I can grant it. Would you like me to?

Do you feel lucky now?

_{[ooc: Permission's Post!]}

crowsicle

[The feed clicks on to an aerial view of Siren's Port, just above the rooftops. The camera lingers only briefly on any sight before panning abruptly to something else without giving the viewer time to focus. It dips suddenly and a rooftop rushes up towards the screen, but there's a great flapping noise and the view slows to a stop about five feet above the roof.

Something orange can be seen near the bottom of the screen, but then the view lifts again to scan the dull, cloudy sky. The view is blocked again suddenly by the same orange streaked with liquid yellow--a hand? The view is jostled, and someone lets out a terse, shaky breath.

Whoever it is then seems to notice that the video is recording.] What the fuck.

[The video feed ends. This text hits the network shortly afterwards:]

ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar

( OOC cut for glaring orange text quirk )