sirenspull | March 12th, 2012

March 12th, 2012

[Finland doesn't speak immediately as he turns the camera on. He has his legs tucked up against his chest, his chin resting on his knees, and on the floor of the newcommer apartment beside him are a few boxes of France's belongings. The loss of the fellow Nation was more of a shock to Finland than arriving here in the first place.]

We're all newcommers here, right? None of us belong here.

[His voice is accented; he was fluent in English before he arrived here, but anyone from the area should be able to recognise that he's Finnish, or at least from around there. Fidgeting, he pulls at a stray thread on his jumper, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looks down.]

What do other people do when they feel homesick?

thepull_mods

Monday, March 12th 2012

Weather Cloudy with periods of rain. Chance of rain mixed with flurries in the morning. Heavy winds from the Southeast around noon. High 6°C and a low of 4°C (43deg;F/39°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 6:33am, and evening sirens are at 6:11 pm.

News & Advertisements
- Business Gossip: Nibbleheim Proprietor Fires Vocalists
Last night, in a bar brawl which allegedly upset a long table and sent over 40 souvenir skullcups and tankards of of mead, the Orc owner of Nibbleheim, famous for his temper, openly fired his entire contracted entertainment team on the spot. For nearly a year, members of the island’s leading Opera Company have performed twice a week at Nibbleheim, but lately business hasn’t been booming- and booming horn-helmed, big-busted valkyrie sopranos have been to blame.

“People are fucking sick of hearing Wagner every weekend!” One brutal fur-and-leather clad bouncer dismissively snorted to reporters, stumping a cigarette near the doors when he spoke to independant news columnists last night “Opera never really fit the theme to begin with, boss was just bent on stuffing those set of pipes in the back every Friday, if-you-know-what-I-mean. Anyway. The nightly show’s getting a big overhaul, that’s the rumor. Quit trying to pretend this is a cultured, classy concept. People come here to get down and dirty, put on a cheap plastic helmet, eat meat with their hands and slosh their booze all over the floor. We’ve gotta give ‘em what they want.”

- Nibbleheim, Viking Eatery & All-Night Entertainment is Hiring!
Now interviewing/auditioning to fill these spots on our team immediately: (2) Skaldic Balladeers to set Norse Poetry to traditional song, (1) Viking Metal group to perform (Fri & Sat nights), (2) Runic Diviners, (3) Re-enactment Performers to Choreograph Staged Fights with Live Steel, (1) Master of Ceremonies. Must be able to please a crowd. Pay negotiable. AGI affiliation preferred, not required. Will hire newcomer.
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[ News Notification Thread]

facepalms

[When Kyon turns on the feed today, he remembers to filter it from his very "special" chief of the SOS Brigade, and soon enough, the people listening to this may hear a very audible sigh before the teenager finally speaks up.]

White Day's in two days. Which, to be honest, isn't a good sign for me. Yeah, I know not everyone celebrates it, but a certain someone I know does.

['And that certain someone, as we all know is the hurricane named Suzumiya Haruhi.']

So, let's just say that I need to give a pseudo-goddess a gift on that day. And I have no clue what to give her that, well... wouldn't set off a bomb that would possibly and most likely hurt me. I am definitely not going to give her some miniature carnivorous dinosaur.

Right.

So, what would you give as a present to a person who won't accept something 'ordinary'?

ochitashinigami

Well, when it rains, it pours.

I need to buy new shoes.

Anyway, I'd been told that they come in waves, but I wasn't expecting this. I've been doing nothing, keeping an eye on the field for weeks and now... bloody death...

I need to buy new shoes.

mostbeautiful

[Dorian appears on the screen. His eyes are heavy, and he looks bleary. He blinks to focus his bright blue eyes onto the camera, and finally speaks.]

Well, bloody hell, it appears I've stuck my foot in it this time. I don't even know how I got here. I got some things to read that are explain it... bunch of nonsense if you ask me.

I read about someone who could take moving pictures, but I didn't believe it. Anyway, I was told that if I recorded this, others would be able to watch it.

Well, here it is. I'm told I'm stuck here and I can't go home. This place is intolerably strange, and I'm not quite sure how a lot of these devices in my room work.

If someone would be kind enough to give me a hand, I would be most grateful.

[He rubs the back of his neck, looking exhausted. The camera shift and he fumbles with the device, and it switches off.]

kuritsun

[ There's only text. That's all she feels comfortable with right now - the swirl of confusion and emotion in her head makes her doubt her ability to speak publicly right now, provided that function of her cell phone really existed like the "Greeter" had said. And, deny it though she may, she was on the edge of panic. Kurisu didn't want conversation right now. She wanted answers.

Science always helped to calm her insecurities. ]

Hello. I just arrived. A few questions:

1. What determines who is "pulled" to this place? Does it involve deletion from the victim's original world line? If so, how do we retain our memories of that past time? Compressing memory data into a transportable size for just one person requires extremely powerful machinery; the concept of doing so for a whole city is unrealistic at best.

2. On that note, how many newcomers exist in this space? How long are we expected to live here?

3. What is known about the disappearance and reappearance of the [ the hesitation she takes before writing the next word is obviously not noticeable by the time she posts this, but boy, was it there when she wrote it-- ] "monsters" overnight?

4. Is there any public data on the mechanism of the Core at all?

[ the post sits for a few moments, and then the following is edited on. Honestly, she doesn't know what she's hoping for. The chances of any of them being here were infinitely small - quite literally, if anyone from any world and any timeline could be snatched. But where the hell would she be without hope right now, anyway? She bites her lip, invisible behind the wall of hastily-chosen words. ]

5. Is there anyone from Akihabara here?

Please answer. thx.

roboshades

[The feed clicks on accidentally, when he pushes himself into a sitting position, glasses shifting on his face click it on to offer a lovely view of the familiar ground on a baseball diamond. This might not be unusual, with the shared disorientation they all feel upon their arrival...If it weren't for the way they clearly take to it like a small child to a new toy.

His hands scrape over the unforgiving Earth, fingers digging in and dragging up tiny rocks into his palms, before tilting them to watch them slowly roll off, leaving red dust behind. He stares at it, for a long moment, before the shock of it, and the cold seeping in through his knees jolts him out of it.

His breath inhales sharply, winded, and he moves to his feet, the feed finally scanning around the fenced in, broken down baseball diamond. It wouldn't look out of place, if he'd been from anywhere else. But the feeling of being backed up and alone, in a place he wasn't aiming to get to, with half of his awareness shut off like a switch, thoughts scrambled...It grates at him, like cabin fever.

The screen wobbles with his first few steps, before he finds his footing and makes his way to exit. But once he's stepped on cracked sidewalk, he has no other moves. He's scanning quickly, like the answers are just going to pop up in flashing neon, that alley over there, that woman with her baby, panning over to a nearby dumpster, back into the field with it's giant crater pits--

Finally, a familiar, if not too young, voice comes over the feed. He still sounds a little winded and non too pleased]

-- The Fuck?

madeinoblivion

In three more days, it'll be two whole years since I've been pulled here.

[Joe Fieldman is sitting at the top of his apartment building's fire escape, facing the sunset. Ten minute siren warning has just ended, but there's still light left, and the blinking light of the radio tower is not too far off, backed by the skyline of downtown: the shining walls of SERO's ultra-modern skyscrapers glimmering sleek, and the top of AGI's corporate tower standing tallest as a dark spire against the sky beyond that, in the far distance.]

...That's really weird, how fast it's been. It feels like it wasn't so long ago, that I walked into my apartment in the Towers (All the way up on the top floor!) and found out the landlord had already put Riku there, figuring I was the same exact person who'd already lost the room key. 'Stupid newcomers', right?

Two years, and I should take time and look back on everything I've done with it. But that's not really so much as I'd like it to be.

I've made plenty of friends. And had good times with them. I found a name. I got stronger, and fought lots of monsters in the darkness- I've still got to run into about half of them that Darwin's got listed in the guide. Learned bike tricks from the guys at the skate park. Won a film contest, first place (okay, so Mr. Cohen did do most of it, but I was a good 'disciple'). Survived some earthquakes and riots and craziness. I learned a lot about wiring and sound tech and how to put on good music for a club. I joined and then quit a company. Got a tattoo. Got permanently kicked out of SERO's crummy arcade. Fought some witches- which I heard saves the universe, but it doesn't make so much around here any better. Helped run that metal concert, which was a smash hit.

Still, that's hardly everything. And that's what's been bugging me the most. It's been a long time since I've really done anything important. Anything to change this place around, for the better. I mean, I protect my friends, but-

But some of my other friends have gotten killed, or gone away- or other bad stuff's happened to them. And there's not much I've figured out how to do, about changing that.

Does everyone who wants a better life to live in this city ever feel stuck this way? Like you have no clue what you could do next, to really make a difference?

Back in other worlds, some people who get pulled here are heroes...

I've been thinking- maybe it's really time I get serious and do something. But I don't know where to start, in a place like Siren's Port. How to do it. There are still days I feel like I don't even know who to be.