sirenspull | March 14th, 2012

March 14th, 2012

[ this is Mary Jane Watson. it's pretty lateish at night and she's laying on a bed in a tanktop and sweats, hair pulled back. there's a book open before her and she's tapping a pencil against her bottom lip when she speaks up. ]

Hi, everyone. It's -- uh -- it's MJ again and I promise I won't start screaming or freaking out over this. I just have a question.

Like, I understand the major gist of this place, right? The Darkness and the Core, the big Two and so on, but... can you guys talk to me about your powers? The ones you have or the ones that were given to you. [ she pauses, twirling her pencil around her fingers ]

Just anything about them. I'm curious.

[ there's a beat, as she considers saying more and then: ]

Well, thanks.

kryptonianclone

I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore and I'm pretty sure the 'click your heels three times' thing isn't gunna get us home because I definitely don't have any ruby slippers. Snapping your fingers or clapping your hands doesn't work either and I don't know what else to try. Looks like I'm out of luck and here to stay for awhile until something's figured out. At least they give you a free place to live for a month.

So, introductions. Hey, Siren's Port, I'm Conner Kent. It's kind of weird being in a big city because I've spent most of my life growing up in the country. [Lying through his teeth.] Guess I'm going to have to get used to it though. Since I don't have to worry about a place to live, can anyone tell me where the cheapest glasses place is? Mine got a little cracked on arrival and I sort of need them to, you know, see. Oh, and a pet store. Gunna need to get some dog food.

thepull_mods

Wednesday, March 14th 2012

Weather Mostly cloudy with a few showers likely. Rain developing overnight.. High 8°C and a low of 4°C (46deg;F/39°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:28am, and evening sirens are at 7:14 pm.

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[ News Notification Thread]

madannoshashu

[ S'up, Siren's Port. This is Xigbar, chilling in his swanky office after a long day at work.

He smiles for the camera. ]

Ladies and gentlemen of the Port, and everything in between. There's a very important question I've been meaning to ask you all.

[ PAUSE FOR EFFECT. ]

What are you planning to do for Shamrock Day?

paterelohim

[Hey there, bros and brosises. Chuck is sitting on the edge of a stone fountain in a park somewhere, polishing off an iced coffee that's decidedly girly-looking, but shh. He gives the NV a very serious look.]

It's Pi Day, Siren's Port. Have you had your pie today?

doeswhathewants

[The video opens with Loki sitting at a kitchen table, covered in empty egg cartons, Cadbury wrappers and Red Bull cans]

Had someone introduced my prior incarnation to these delicious creations, I might never have attempted to take over or otherwise destroy Midgard.

[A small groan as he sits up straighter] And thus I have decided to share the deliciousness with everyone.

[A pause and he spells out] P. S. they'll not change back. [Then grins and the feed cuts.]

[OOC: As always, the Lux is exempt. Elaine scares him.]

drinkthebleach

[It's Pickles the Drummer from Dethklok, and he's being fucking festive right now, wearing a green T-shirt and his dreads pulled back underneath a darker green beanie. The bruises from the fight with AGI have even faded, by now (much to his appreciation)—they’re more of a pallid corpse yellow as opposed to that obnoxious purplish-black. He lights a cigarette with one hand and leans back.]

Okay. Everybody knows holidays suck an’ there's no point to any of them. There's only like, two that even matter: [Counting them off on his fingers.] New Year's Eve, an' this one right here. An' I know there's gonna be at least five or six culture-shocked dildos makin' videos askin' 'bout the green an' what's goin' on an' all that crap, which gets really annoying, after a while. I'm just gonna lay it all out for you right now. Saint Patrick was this dude a really long time ago that cleared all the snakes outta Ireland—that was important for some reason, I dunno. So now we all celebrate him by listenin' to depressin' folk music in bars an' drinkin' a crap ton of booze in one night. Everyone gets involved: even non-Irish dudes wear green an' get drunk. S' all about gettin' totally hammered, 'cause throwin' up is supposed to be symbolic of spiritual renewal, or whatever.

Big surprise, yer gonna see me passed out before eleven, tonight. An' then I'm doin' a total overhaul of my fuckin' life over here. So all this shit you see? [He tilts forward to take control of the NV again and swivel it around the room.] S' for sale. I’m leavin' this dump in the dust, an' I don’t wanna take anythin' bigger than a duffel bag with me. S' just the way I move.

[A long, almost contemplative drag, which he traps in his lungs for a couple seconds and then exhales through his nostrils.] Anyone need a TV? A chair, or whatever? I got a side table that has this little mirror-thing that comes out—I'll sell it to anyone that wants to do some coke.

If none of that interests you, I'm also givin' this up:

[Pickles sets his cigarette down somewhere off-screen (presumably in an ash tray) and reaches for an electric guitar. He brandishes it by the neck for everyone to see (and looks like Christmas in the process, with the cherry red instrument standing against his shirt).] This is a JS22R Dinky. S' not a Gibson, but s' not that shitty, neither. Chrome bridge. Heavy tone. Humbucking pick-ups, y'know. Round near the nut so you can finger the thing pretty good.

'S all yers—y'know. If you don't mind the fact that the dude that had it before died in a fire. I even thought 'bout burnin' his guitar too, I dunno. That's what I'm gonna do with whatever doesn't sell--I'm just gonna light it all on fuckin' fire, probably. Give it a viking funeral. I just figured waste not, want not, y'know? An' I could use the extra cash.

So yeah. [He lifts his eyebrows at the NV.] You gonna help me out, friends?

manipuleights

[ The video feed clicks on to a very dark room, the only light seeming to come from the screen itself, which lights up Vriska's face with a blue glow. She's sneering, sharp teeth visible, and all that can be discerned behind her are crap tons of spiders and webbing all around her. She has clearly taken over her half of the room and all but boarded herself up in it. Her hair looks more messy than usual. ]

I can't believe I'm even wasting time on this. [ She sighs dramatically, slumping to the side and resting her chin in her hand. ] I'm almost starting to worry I'm becoming as pathetic as Vantas, but let's face it, it really can't get much worse than that guy, anyway. But I've seen through this stupid facade that everyone keeps putting up. And I'm sick and tired of sitting around on my ass all night and day! I've got some serious beefgrub to pick with pretty much everyone here, so I might as well address this to you all.

[ She straightens and leans in towards the camera. ]

You've all made me believe everything I didn't want to think about the human race. Can you even fathom what a colossal disappointment this entire thing has been? I'd almost rather be back on that stupid meteor! [ And for those who know what happened to her, well… ]

All anyone seems bent on is finding reasons to fake these stupid fluffy feelings for one another and start pity parties for how sad our predicament is. What-EVER! Obviously none of you realize what a pain it is to put up with you on a daily basis. But I'm not standing for it anymore! Or sitting, I guess.

[ She smirks. ]

I'm going to find the "Big Mother" I've heard about and remind you all why you shouldn't be sleeping soundly at night. And I am going to kill it! Since no one else seems to be able to.

(( OOC; Trying to stir shit up, obviously. She'd like to see if she can send people out to get themselves hurt as well. One thing I should also note: Vriska does have Mind Control powers that work across the different species, but how well it works will be left up to the receiving player. She will have to see their face (my own headcanon for this game) for it to work, though. So let me know if you'd like her to mess with your character a bit!

As for why she's doing this? She's feeling extremely bitter and lonely. So negative attention is better than none, right?? ))

hejhej

[It's very rare that Lisbeth asks other people's opinion, but it was crunch time for the last thing she needed to find for her alias.]

Anyone know a good place to get a wig? Human hair, ideally.

[Her cursor blinks in place for a minute before she continues typing.]

Also does anyone have a regular egg? [It was a long shot.] That little brat took my only daily protein.

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.

jokerofcrime

[There is darkness.

It is a horrible, shifting, terrifying darkness from whence only a tiny bit of light escapes. AND OH, THE SOUNDS. THE HORRIBLE SOUNDS. A cacophony of smacking and pleased sighs. The darkness shifts, more light pours through, shining like some beacon of Heaven in this most dark, horrible-

And then Meowth moves and the NV reveals that he's been buried in a pile of Cadbury eggs THE ENTIRE TIME. His mouth is covered in chocolate and his presently licking the creme filling out of one of them.] I don't know what's goin' on, but I think I can get used t' this. [One of his goons walks by with a basket of the eggs and proceeds to dump them on top of the unsuspecting cat.] HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DUMPIN THOSE, YOU BIG LU- Hey, this one's got caramel in it. [Om nom caramel egg.] Keep 'em comin', boys. I think I picked a good day to get a hankerin' for fried eggs, even if they can't find a real one in this joint nowheres.

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