sirenspull | March 27th, 2012

March 27th, 2012

Tuesday, March 27th 2012

Weather Cloudy with scattered sunny periods. A few showers likely. High 10°C and a low of 5°C (50deg;F/41°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crecent

Morning sirens go off at 7:01am, and evening sirens are at 7:34pm

News & Advertisements

- A small fight broke out in a grocery store in Sector 6 yesterday when two fraternal twins got into an argument. Charles, an ice wielder, and Laila, a fire wielder, had tousled in the aisles and caused some minor damage, but their rage was mostly directed at each other. The two ten year olds went so far as to nearly encase the entire candy aisle in ice and flame, though their parents - who arrived on the scene shortly thereafter - did not seem too worried.

"This happens all the time. They get into an argument over one thing or another and then it escalates like this." explained a sheepish Darcy Walker, one of the children’s mothers..

The twins shrugged off their injuries and went home with their parents peacefully. When a SERO representative reportedly offered them sponsorship and training for their children - and even to help pay for damages, the parents politely declined. Patricia and Darcie Walker said they would take full responsibility. "My wife is a district prosecutor and I'm a real estate agent. We've been dealing with this for years and we'll continue to do so. We're just going to need to come up with better ways to keep our children from hurting one another or endangering the people around them," Patricia said.

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- Club 24 will be hosting a party for International Joe Day - the day you can be whoever you want! International Joe Day is the day for everyone who hates their name, or even their identity, to be someone else and leave those things. Participants of International Joe Day are encouraged to introduce themselves as Joe (or Jo) and do things they might normally shy away from... like party all day!

All guests to International Joe Day Party must wear an identity-obscuring hood or mask. Ski masks will be available at the door for a small fee. Some local bands will be making appearances with their Joe Day names and rearranged line ups - Joe & The Low Average, Joe Re Mi, and The Cuppa Joes.
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momchester

[Mary is sitting at the kitchen table in her Towers apartment, spinning a bullet idly on the table. Despite her clear effort to hide it, she has a distinct air of exhaustion to her.

After a few seconds, she catches the spinning bullet in two fingers and looks up to clear her throat.]

( non-IC cut for Greeterly PSA and shilling. )

Announcement over.

[She puts the bullet down on its end and takes some kind of card out of her pocket.]

In other news- [She holds it up- it's a Siren's Port government-issued ID. Hers.] I've been a legal citizen for six days.

I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I mean, home is home. Nothing can change that. But I guess being dead there means that I have to move on, don't I? Being a Newcomer has always meant being temporary and not belonging. Replaceable. [Softly.] We come, we go, our friends and family can't even be counted on to be there tomorrow.

But even if it's silly, I'm happy to have roots again. You know, just... being a person again. [Mary flips the card around and really looks at it, smiling a little sadly, if fondly.] It's even in the basic perks- the ones you don't think about. Going to the one liquor store in town that cards, or actually being legally married. [She isn't wearing a ring.] Heck, carrying a gun legally will be cool.

[A self-conscious laugh.]

Look at me, I'm getting sappy. [Shaking her head.] Well, that was fun. Anyway, I had another point in here that I just forgot about- oh, right. I'm going to the Newcomer Memorial this weekend [meaning she lost someone], so anyone who'll be there... see you Saturday.

Keeping that memorial up is the other way to maintain our roots here.

[A brief pause, then she shuts off the feed.]

circumsutus

[The man (shaggy grey hair, greyish skin, indeterminate age, glasses that reflect the light almost more than glasses should, patchwork clothing, massive screw jammed right through his skull) sits in his Tower apartment and waves.

He seems friendly enough.]

I've still got some time [read: nearly a month] before I get thrown out of the apartments, but there's no time like the present to start looking for a job!

My name is Stein, and I'm looking for a job as a surgeon or as a teacher, I'm not picky, and I have extensive experience in both fields. If you want character references, one of my students and patients, Soul Eater, has been here for a while, and is ... fairly reliable.

doctor_seward

[The screen pans slowly; A dusty wine cellar lies ahead, dark and sinister with its many shelved bottles but for the lantern which illuminates his face.

He stares blankly, desolate into the corner. His eyes seem oddly hollow but for the way his hands wring together, worriedly. He picks up one object, and horrified, moves to the next, seeing yet unseeing whatever lies before him.]

No, no…It cannot possibly be…T-that's…

[He mumbles unto himself much in the manner of a man possessed, sweat laden upon his brow. Given the clarity of the feed you might be able to deduce as much, if but for the silhouettes which move unseen in the background.]

Altogether, I find it a troubling matter...But they'll not indulge me! Do you think we are but a flicker in this reality of shadows? It shouldn't be, and yet I think, but for the life of me, this place has changed me. It has transformed me into a wretch.

I-I would explain, but how does one explain evolutionary theory to the madman or to the beggar? Can he be thought to grasp such things when his primary concerns point to survival? Back home, a man named Charles Darwin thought that the genes were responsible, that over time a species develops certain traits handed down from their common ancestors. He stipulated that each living creature must compete within its own limitations to survive, and that over time those traits which assist in survival and are better suited in dealing with the dangers of the world, begin to dominate the bloodline while the ones that were less beneficial were lost. Is it so that in order to survive here, within this place, we must not only assimilate, but our genetic makeups must transform as well lest we die or fall prey to some unkind thing?

( Struggles of evolutionary consequence )
[Once he finds time to settle down he'll pick up one of the bottles and toy with it idly in his hands.]

Suffice to say that I would never have thought I would be subject to nature, rather than God's whims. But, I've been proven wrong. I scarcely know how I might control a latent ability come miraculously manifest. How does one learn how to do such things? Please, advise me.

( Filtered to Stoker Household )

makethemguilty

( Filter to SPPD and Incidentally Lawyercast. )

( Filter to Corporal Mayer; Private )

Current Location: Prosecutor's Office

doeswhathewants

[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

quiptionary

--It ain't wise ta trifle with me, boy!

[ The sounds of heat, of things crackling and sizzling in the background. If one listens close, they can hear labored breathing as something shifts out of rubble. Very quietly, another voice speaks, this time fairly close to the NV: ]

Way things are going, this guy's gonna make a souffle out of me if I don't start doing more than trifling with him. Sheesh.

[ There's a beat of silence, followed by movement and the rush of air, following by several thwipping sounds. ]

Well, hoss -- can I call ya hoss? -- I think if ya let me get a word in edgewise, I'm pretty darn sure we can come to an agreement. [ And this is all said with a very well-done Texan accent. ] Yanno, like right propah Christian fol -- ohman!

[ Another blast of heat-noise, followed by the telltale hiss of burning metal. ]

Didn't anyone ever tell you about Smokey the bear? [ More thwipping noises, followed by metal groaning in the background. ] Wait, what am I saying? Does Canada even have Smokey the Bear? [ Thwip, thwip. ] Would he be, like, Pete the Penguin? Bucky the Buffalo? [ A beat of silence. ] Hey, Hoss! What'd they call Smokey the Bear down in Texas?

Don't know what you're talkin' about and I don't rightfully care, Spider-man. [ Distantly, you can hear sirens wailing and the crackle of fire. ] Only names you oughta be worryin' about is which one they're gonna put on your gravestone.

Ya think Eastwood's taken, or is that a bit too presumptuous?

--Burn, Spider! [ A blast of heat the sends static crackling through the NV ] Ya should've known not t'cross a businessman in love with his job.

Oh, is that what you do? [ He laughs. ] Thought for sure I was cracking down on a rodeo clown.

Alright already! I'm from Texas; I get it! [ Spider-man laughs, and there's more sizzling air. ] Can't ya stand still and fight me like a ma--oomph!

[ The sound of flesh cracking against flesh, certainly not hard enough to kill, but still. Pretty dang hard. ]

Sorry, partner! Can't do that. The whole Spider-thing is kind of my schtick. [ A moment of silence that suddenly explodes with noise. ] --Woah! I'd ask if you knew how to hit the broad side of a barn, but -- you know what, never mind. I'll ask anyway: dude, can you even hit the broad side of a barn?

--Wasn't aimin' at you, partner.

[ A beat. ]

Ohcrapohcrapohcrap.

[ Thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip, followed by the groaning of metal again, so much louder than the first time. ]

Looks like you jus' cashed a check your damn smart mouth couldn't handle, boy.

That's... what... she... said...?

Lord Almighty, don't ya ever stop yammerin'?!

[ There's another ear-splitting explosion, and the feed cuts off entirely this time, eventually droning off into static. ]

[ ooc | Details here! This post is a go for action tag spam for those who want to meet Spider-man while he's helping to put out the fire, and Spider-man will be answering his NV later on in the morning, after the fires have been put out. And if the orange bothers anyone, just let me know and I'll change it to another color! ]