sirenspull | March 25th, 2012

March 25th, 2012

Sunday, March 25th 2012

Weather A mix of clear and cloudy skies. High 10°C and a low of 2°C (50deg;F/36°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 7:05am, and evening sirens are at 7:31pm

( Horoscopes )

News & Advertisements

- Ralliers for citywide climate control, still petitioning for government jobs on the steps of city hall, were interviewed by a local independent news team tv crew today. The broadcasting team appears to be mocking the small but vocal group, humoring their proposals with a little bit of live airtime leftover from an uneventfully bright and sunny forecast. Among their reasoning for the creation of Siren’s Port Weather Management, lobbyists cited astronomical heating and air conditioning costs, annual damages caused by flooding and storm power outages (including the risks involved with electrically operated darkness proofing), the creation of new jobs, and a pleasant commute with less severe weather related traffic accidents.

- Happy Våffeldagen! Skyeline Diner’s management celebrates their Swedish roots by serving up a plate of free waffles today till noon with every breakfast check. Stop by our Sector 4 chrome corner, just across the street from Skye Medical Centre.
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[ News Notification Thread]

manofthenorth

[ OOC: Consider this your invitation. To partake, go to nightclub. Yes, he knows it's in bad taste to keep doing business when vampires are so disliked right now, but strangely enough he still doesn't care. So there. ]

the_final_word

[A young woman appears on the screen, with a serene expression on her face. She offers a small smile. She'd almost look like an ordinary girl in her late teens, if it wasn't for her odd colouring, and the fact that her hair seems to be moving of its own volition.]

Hello.

[When she speaks, it's with a crisp French accent.]

My name is Daemon. Your Greeters were most helpful.

[Whether she believes them or not is another story. Still, the people here are quite unlike those in any system she's encountered previously. Her expression grows more solemn as she moves beyond her introduction.]

All the fighting here concerns me. These struggles between Newcomers and locals, between AGI and SERO...they seem to bring such needless suffering. Only unity can bring peace. I would like to work together with each and every one of you to achieve that.

[She looks as though she might have something more to say, then decides against it.]

I expect we will be talking again soon enough. For now, au revoir.

[Inclining her head slightly as a goodbye, Daemon disconnects the feed.]

beenwaitinglong

[It's time for Diego's weekly coffee sampler at his usual coffee shop. He sits in the booth, watching the clouds moving outside the window as his NV turns on, deeply enjoying his fourth cup of coffee (out of six...teen.)

With a deep breath, he turns back to the NV.]

I've had just about enough of this wishy-washy cold climate and the general malaise that comes with it. The tepid mediocrity of a cool, gray day, no rain, no shine, just a weak and half-hearted attempt at weather.

[He takes a sip and sighs.]

Los Angeles was beautiful and sunny. Through the smog, the breeze from the sea would bring the occasional burst of fresh air-- making it all the more precious when you managed to get a whiff of it. [He smiles vaguely at the thought, then sets down his now-empty cup.]

Yes. All this cold weather, stress and paperwork is catching up with me. Rare as this is, I think it's time I spent an evening out, get my mind off things.

Anyone want to go to Merlotte's tonight?

sharp

[ Amy hasn't been too chatty on the network lately, but she definitely has a few words to say now. ]

He's gone. [ a sharp sigh, realizing how cracked her voice sounded just then. ] The Doctor's gone. One of them, the bowtied idiot—

It doesn't matter. He's left and I don't know when he'll be back. If he even will. Stupid moron didn't even leave anything, except that pegasus.

[ He always comes back, but this time she's not sure if she can believe it. She wants to; her hollowed, sarcastic tone just suggests otherwise. Silence filters in afterward as her eyes drift down to something in her hand, which she begins to fidget with.

Eventually she looks back up, shaking her head of whatever thoughts she was having. She doesn't want to make this announcement all about him. Or make people think they need to fuss over her. ]

Right. But, for those you who didn't know him, I'm Amy. Or if you're new, you might have seen me around the baseball field a bit. Ehm, I'm one of the Greeters, and since I'll be spending more time there, I'll be around if anybody needs me for questions or anything like that.

Not that you lot listen to us anyway.

( private to: the tardis )