sirenspull | March 13th, 2012

March 13th, 2012

Tuesday, March 13th 2012

Weather Mostly cloudy with a few showers. Chance of hail. Risk of a thundershower. Windy. High 6°C and a low of 4°C (43deg;F/39°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:30am, and evening sirens are at 7:12 pm.

News & Advertisements

- Celebrity gossip columns as well as more series political commentators have been abuzz with the rumor that Neveah Knorr intends to run for the newcomer liaison office. The author of bestselling self-help books The Heaven Within Your Reach and 7 Steps To A Better Life is a media icon in Siren's Port. Knorr is as well-known for her super-model looks and angel wings as she is for her message: the belief that anyone, even newcomers such as herself, can make it to the top as long as they work hard enough. Knorr is thought to be a favorable choice for the office due to her popularity in Siren's Port, and may win support with those who hold the Newcomer Political Party in suspicion, since she "sees no point in newcomers setting themselves apart like that". Many seem to see Neveah Knorr as a success story that more newcomers should model: someone who made her way within the system without complaint or trying to change it.

Judy Wallace, Neveah Knorr's long-time friend and rumored paramour, is speculated to be soliciting donations and may already be working to pull together Knorr's campaign.

While none of Knorr's friends or contemporaries were willing to give comment, pole-dancing sensation and 'rival' to Neveah's fame, Tan'neth, recently made an inflammatory blog post titled, "Seriously, Neveah?"

Tan'neth lambasted Knorr for being unfamiliar with Siren's Port politics or even the history of newcomers in the city. "If they're letting just anyone run," ze commented, "Then surely the newcomers must have some stray dog or inbred idiot up to the task."

- Spring is in the air, and that means afternoon tea times at the White Star! Join us in the lobby of the hotel every afternoon at 4:00 for a traditional tea ceremony, a selection of desserts and lively conversation! For a mere $10 (or $15 for two), you'll receive a small dessert of your choice and an unlimited serving of our finest teas, including a special tea of the day that's always new and different. Please dress nicely, nothing less than business casual, and arrive early to guarantee your table. Contact the White Star Hotel if you have any questions.
-------------------------
[ News Notification Thread]

jackedthename

[The person on the other end of the NV is obviously familiar with this kind of technology. After a few seconds, a small holographic Jack appears, looking rather irritated and pacing.]

Right. This is the second or third time in a year I’ve been unexpectedly whisked somewhere I really don’t have the time to be. Anyone want to tell me how to get back to Cardiff? I have a feeling if I don’t get back soon enough, my team will probably kill me. [A pause, then a reflective smile.] They might anyway, actually.

So. Whoever’s in charge around here? I’m Jack Harkness, and I’m going to find you and get home, any way I have to.

plum_that_snaps

[The NV goes flying across the room and flips on to show Hinamori in her new apartment, yelling at a greeter. Her voice is rising steadily, and she's now somewhere between screaming and tears. She looks tired, exhausted, as though she's already been through more than she can bear.]

-- ANY of this! I don't WANT an apartment! I don't care how long for! I don't want your device, your clothes or your charity -- I just want to GO! HOME! Why can't you seem to UNDERSTAND that!?

[ There's a muffled response from the greeter, who can't be heard from the NV's position (since he's NOT yelling).]

But... WHY?! Why am I here? Why can't I go home? Why- why- I don't... understand...

[Hinamori's frustration boils over, and she brings her hands to her face as she starts to sob. The greeter leaves, and Hinamori slumps to the floor of her kitchen.]

I don't... understand... any of this.

[The feed stays on. She'll just be waiting there, face in her arms, until people start talking to her or she falls asleep, whichever comes first.]

thelightbringer

[Hello, Siren's Port. See this GIANT NOSE on screen? It belongs to this puppy here:]

[Eventually Lucifer picks it and the NV up.]

Well, I think he's ready to take on MIT now.

discretion

[The text appears handwritten on those NVs that can process it as such: elegant, slightly stylized, beautiful.]

Another birthday come and gone. It's difficult to believe.

At times like this it's hard not to look backward at all of the things you have left behind coming here, to be buried in bittersweet thoughts of what could have been.

For new arrivals, I know it must be difficult to face. There is a great deal of help out here at the Newcomer Community Center, but the best advice I can give is to put one foot in front of the other. In August, I will have lived in Siren's Port for two years.

I consider it my home now. I know for some it will never be home, and I understand why that is. But I hope if it cannot be your home, that we newcomers can still become your second family. The company is what makes this city bearable.

Take care, my friends. My family.

ace_of_knaves

[It's mid-afternoon and the Joker is curled over his NV. He looks as though he hasn't slept the last couple nights and his eyes are dark with dementia. Joker, who normally cackles his way through the worst of times, looks rattled.]

So I see the Network is once again humming with the voices of the Johnny-come-latelies.

[He jabs a finger towards the camera]

Welcome to the Port, sports. In Canada. Happiest place on earth!

Around here we enjoy harassment from the natives, human trafficking, and human experimentation. Or non-human.

[He sneers a bit, his voice humorless]

Whatever.

Oh, and there's a creepy gizmo under the city that doesn't want you to leave so dig in your heels for our neverending urban hootnanny.

[He rises a bit as if he's about to leave, then thinks again.]

One more thing, don't come looking for the dashing clown on the streets. I'm not gonna tell you where the nearest doughnut shop is, so just stay outta my way or I'll have to hurt you.

[A pause]

Second thought, if you see me, stick around enough for me to hurt you a little. Daddy needs to vent.

askedtobe

[ When Peter's NV is turned on, it's in no way done by human hands as it skitters across the floor of his apartment, giving an odd view of the living room -- an edge of the couch, the few windows facing the street, part of the television if you're really looking. And if you are really looking, you might notice that the television just happens to be smoking, overloaded from electricity and melted at the edges.

But what's far more important is that there's a deep, orange glow starting to spread through the room, causing the NV's microphone to give off erratic white noise that makes any conversation that might be happening difficult to make out.

And yet, not entirely impossible. ] -- You can't fight nature -- [ Sylar's voice manages to make it through the garbling electronics, though the heated conversation is happening somewhere off screen as the room continues to fill with bright light.

The paint on the walls is starting the melt, blister and crack from the heat, the edges of the couch bubbling and giving way to radioactive ash, and with a sudden extra burst of light, all the windows are blown out, just as the lens on the NV starts to warp, disrupting the view of the apartment, however useless it might be. ]

I'm not the one who kills people -- [ It's Peter's voice this time, words loud enough to filter through the last of the microphone's electronics before it gives way, with a roaring of noise, to complete static.

Only a few seconds later everything goes bright white.... and then the feed simply goes black. ]

[ ooc; no replies from peter as his NV is... kind of irradiated. whoops. also, yes, this does occur sometime after claire's post. ]

game_over

[On video today is a buff man with green skin and a fake gold eye, looking confused and frustrated. Behind him paces a shiny red dog.]

Hey, is anyone logged in here? The name's Matrix, and I could use some help.

I don't normally do this, but I don't have a system scanner and I'm separated from my friends. This system... it's unlike any I've visited. I've never seen one this high-res before, not even in the super computer. The textures are more detailed than anything I've ever seen. There must have been quite an upgrade...

Just where in the net am I? Are there any portals to the web? If anyone could give me a good readme, I'd appreciate it.

ninthserenade

Y'know, I get that this place can send people home 'n all that stuff, but... I dunno if I can ever get used to it. I, ah... I found out a really good friend of mine is gone. A bunch of people might've known him--his name is Francis Bonnefoy. The delivery guys dropped off a bunch of books that were from him for me earlier. He... I liked him a lot.

_{[Demyx fumbles for words, unsure as to what to even say. What does anyone say in this situation?]}

We went on a date before he disappeared, too. I dunno how I can really repay that, but I wanna dedicate a night at Purgatory to the guy. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've been toast when I showed up last year. Not tonight, though. I think I'm just gonna hang around with the regulars tonight if that's cool with Jinx 'n Gabe. I guess the whole point of this thing was just to let you guys know he's sorta... Not here anymore. M'gonna miss him, but he's gotta be safer back home. He's just gotta be.

gabriel_gray

[ A couple of hours after Claire's post and the consequent explosion, and some time still after he stops winding up other people for fun... ]

Hello Siren's Port.

So here's a question for you. How do you stop an exploding man? Lead is a wonderful answer, but where do you find a lead-lined room in an emergency? The truth is that most people don't stand a chance. Not that I expect anything much from any of you, but a little thank you would be nice; after all, I just saved all of your lives. And yes, I used a stolen ability to do it.

In any case, I thought it only fair to tell you that Peter Petrelli will be just fine, once he gets over his usual survivor's guilt.

[ There's a significant pause, a clink of metal on porcelain, and a little sound of pleasure. ]

Mm. There's nothing quite like a nuclear explosion to give you a thirst for life, is there? You're welcome.