sirenspull | April 2nd, 2012

April 2nd, 2012

That was the worst birthday ever! None of my so-called friends noticed and the only thing I got was a prank. Do you know how many doors I had to go through to get to a bathroom? That's not a birthday gift!

thepull_mods

Monday, April 2nd 2012

Weather Periods of rain. Hopefully it will wash away the pervasive fishy smell in the streets. High 10°C and a low of 5°C (50deg;F/41°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 6:48am, and evening sirens are at 7:43pm.

News & Advertisements

- The Burning of Nibbleheim

Nibbleheim, the city’s premiere Viking Eatery, went up in smoke last night as police responded moments too late before sirens, left to be stumped with the mystery of the four men whose brawl ended up raging out of control.

"These guys were brutal," One bouncer says to our news crew, hair and fur singed and smoky but otherwise unharmed. " You coulda mistaken two of 'em for girls, with the hair and build and shit, but I swear the purple haired one flipped a table with three people on it before setting it on fire."

When the fire was finally under control thanks to SP's finest, little but the ruins of the mead hall were left standing and even less clues to the identity of the culprits remains, except for one photo caught from a NV still. Police are still investigating the matter at this time, and suspects may be charged with arson.

Nibbleheim’s Orcish proprietor boldly plans to rebuild and reopen as soon as he can secure backing from Afterglow Inc., drunkenly bellowing at press this morning: “Nothing can keep a good viking establishment down, and we are Siren’s Port’s first and finest!”

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[ News Notification Thread]

axetrid

_{[On comes the feed and it seems as if Astrid is in the kitchen, her NV set up on the counter. Behind her is a microwave, door partially open and there seems to be a post-it note stuck to the door. It's a note she's decided to ignore - "Astrid do not touch! - Hiccup" written in runes. Why did she ignore it? Well the empty soup can in her hand seems to be an indication of the reason for defying the note.]}

You know, the future is pretty amazing. Even the simple stuff, or well what most people here would consider simple I guess, it's awesome to me. I mean, you've soup in these 'metal cans'. I'm not going to lie, they're a pain to get open, but it's genius as a way of storing and preserving food. The refrigerator is definitely still my favourite so far though.

_{[Her demeanor soon shifts into a frown, hand gripping the empty can rather tightly.]}

Speaking of pains, whoever burnt down Nibbleheim? If I find out who you are? I'll personally gut you with my axe and display your head on a spike for everyone to see. As we Vikings say, 'A head stuck on a pike no longer conspires.' Now Hiccup and I are out of a job until it's rebuilt, aside from helping the owner with repairs. We need money to live, you rat eating sludge bucket! If I find out who you are? You better pray to the gods you can run faster than me.

_{[That said, the can is set down on the table near her before she glances over her shoulder at the microwave.]}

Oh-! I forgot to close it. That's why it's not working.

_{[And she pushes the door shut, pressing the '2' and then the start button. On goes the microwave with a quiet hum before she turns back.]}

Anyway this thing, the 'microwave', is unbelievable. I mean, you just put in food, push a few buttons and then it's suddenly warm! I've no idea how it works but it can't be that difficult. Hiccup can use it just fine and I'm no idiot-

_{[But she cuts herself short when there's a distinctive crackling of sparks and bzzzzzting coming from inside the microwave. Yes, she left the spoon in the bowl. Guess who doesn't know that you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave? This Viking.]}

AH-! What's happening-?!

_{[It's gotten worse now, as the sparking has turned into little flames inside the microwave. By this time Astrid's completely forgotten about her NV as she shrieks, tugging at her side bangs, whipping her gaze around the kitchen frantically. Grabbing the hand towel she wrenches open the microwave door to pat out the flames and in the process, knocking her bowl of soup out of the way, letting it crash on the floor.]}

SON of a Half-Troll-!

soldierfirst

[It's early morning of the 2^nd and Sephiroth isn't using video, something unusual for him. ~~He still has pink hair.~~ His tone is mostly even, but here and there his words are short and clipped.]

I need to know if anyone in the Port has experience with memory manipulation or erasure -- and, more importantly, the undoing thereof.

[The sentence trails a little, as if he's going to add more, but the General decides against it -- the situation can be explained if anyone responds with anything helpful.]

Thank you.

[Locked away from Genesis, Angeal and Cloud:]

Some advice on the removal of dye from light-colored hair would also be helpful.

[Housemates will note that he has not been present since the night previous, and will not return today either.]

hejhej

I made a friend.

rewritethesky

[It's later in the afternoon. She's tired from school, but something has been bugging her for the past week. Something strange and scary, but she needs to approach the problem head on.

She needs to be brave and do this, in case others are hurting. She only wishes she could trust herself to go on video or that her voice would be level enough to make an audio feed instead of just text.]

Very recently, a friend of mine came to me with a problem. He couldn't remember certain things. They weren't vital, but it was distressing. They were memories that shouldn't have been forgotten. I think there's been someone going around with the ability to changes memories. I don't know if there are any other cases, but there could be. This might be strange, but I have the ability to manipulate memories myself. I changed it back for my friend, so he remembers the correct things now. But I'm worried there are others effected or in the same condition he was in. My name is Namine. If someone finds their memory isn't right, I can try to fix, though I can't promise that I'll be able to help everyone. I will try my best and do what I can. My contact is here if it's needed. I will try to do what I can for others.

((OOC: If anyone from the memory plot wants their memory, fixed before event end, this is your chance. However, due to the nature of her abilities, she might not fix all the people effected unless they have Kingdom Hearts cast CR. If you don't have any, you can try to chat her or others in the KH cast up to make it!))

not_the_dreck

[Anyone close to where Asch lives could probably hear the high pitched, absolutely enraged scream that came from the old Outer Haven that morning. A few minutes later, he'll be taking that screaming to the NVs.]

[...in video, so everyone can see that someone out there got in one last April Fools Day prank while Asch was asleep.]

DRECK!!!

YOU DID THIS TO ME DIDN'T YOU!? YOU DAMN WELL BETTER BE HIDING RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU NEVER KNEW WHAT A PAIR OF SCISSORS WERE YOU STUPID, IDIOTIC REPLICA!!!

[Needless to say, he's not happy about his new haircut.]

arealwoman

I appreciated having my room trampled through like it was yesterday. If there weren't enough problems having unexpected guests made it even better. It might not be my room for longer, not unless I can sort something quickly - and I don't know if I want to keep it, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant.

As for that problem? It's nice knowing you'll be thrown out of somewhere where you're first not wanted and second not even asked if you want to be there. Whoever's supposed to be looking after this Core is doing a bloody bad job of it. And trying to get us to settle more? Oh, there might be some well enough to willingly give up everything and sit put but not everyone.

Thrown into Hell and expected to just get on with it? So much for that community support everyone seems to be going on about.

[ But she's veering off the point, and yes, she did actually have one. Now she's just aimlessly ranting because she still doesn't want to accept any of this or settle, but apparently she has to ]

And if anyone is feeling generous, or just needs something, I could do with something to do. I'd hand my CV around but apparently that got left back where I'm supposed to be.

[ But she's desperate, so she may be slightly less picky about what comes up. If it does, she's not expecting much ]

Just a suggestion.

ninthserenade

ATTN: XINO E MAO EMPLOYEES

i ordered a fish tank for the lobby so if a delivery guy comes up askin for demyx either sign the clipboard or call for me
i got a bunch of fish yesterday to spruce the place up when it was raining fish an i had a bunch left over so i ordered this 100 gallon tank to put em in it should be here by ummmm
tomorrow morning i think
but no one toss the big plastic container i got in the break room cuz its full of water an all the fish are in there

i mean it if someone dumps it i will end you!!!!!!

-Demyx

_{[And then a good ten minutes later;]}

oh! but if anyone wants some of the fish just drop me a line! im gonna bring a couple to Purg too to sit in the dressing rooms! i can bring em over whenever you want or i can have a dusk deliver them! yjust gotta promise to take good care of them cuz they were falling outta the sky so they were pretty shaken up yesterday but now theyve been swimming around and pretty much acting like super healthy fish! jus toss me a line here or call me on my NV if you guys are interested ♪

universaljanitor

[There’s a hand covering the screen as the feed clicks on, as well as the sound of muffled voices echoing in, but after a moment and some scrabbling about, the NV is adjusted, still partially in shadow, but the bottom half of a face is in view, the voice coming through hushed and just a wee bit too close. As if he’s trying and failing to tell the Network a little secret.]

’Lo, Port! Just got this today! [He holds up a pad of paper, the top one of which holds a little card in a slot... unless you just-so-happen to have any sort of psychic resistance in place. Then all you’ll see is a blank piece of paper, or maybe an ID with a few silly categories added on. All up to the mind, really.] Ha! Bona fide Siren’s Port citizen!

Rrrrright then! With that out of the way, ID test numero uno coming right on up! Stay tuned, enjoy the show, and all that!

[With that said, the camera is getting tucked into the breast pocket of his jacket, just barely peeking over the fabric, letting the Network see what’s happening in front of him as well as one of his special guests in today’s scientific endeavor!

So with a quick-] Allons-Y! [He’s hooking one arm with the Captain and dragging him towards those big, bar doors.]

[Jack will be cheerfully following along then, giving a grin to the Doctor as he does.]

This is almost like old times. What’s the plan, again?

Whoever said there was a plan, hm? [He bumps the door open with a hip as he swings Jack in by the arm, following behind him with a bounce to his step, grinning at the rather burly gentleman waiting nearby, checking IDs]

‘Allo! I’m - ah... [p a u s e] Tim! [He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pad of what appears to be paper, holding it out for the bouncer to see.] There we are~!

Of course there’s no plan, there never is. [That is half-muttered, but he gives the burly (and good-looking) gentleman his most winning smile and pulls out his own pad of paper, suspiciously similar to the Doctor’s.]

And I’m James. Evening, handsome. [--Yeah, he didn’t need to pause. Someone’s very accomplished at fake identities, what can we say.]

[The gentleman looks at each paper carefully, evaluating what’s printed on the identifications being shown, and for a moment, it looks as if they’re going to get by without an ounce of trouble, but at the last possible moment...]

I’m gonna need to see some other form of Identification, guys.

[To which the Doctor sputters so indignantly!] I think you’ll find these completely cover anything you might need. [But uh, snapping his shut and tucking it back into his pocket... might not be the smartest move.]

[Uh, no. Not the smartest move he could do. All it earns him is a rather stern sort of glare from the bouncer, and five minutes later? Both Tim and James are getting tossed out, rolling ass over teakettle from the force of the throw, a rather peeved looking blonde ‘escorted’ out right behind them.

Why did she get kicked out? She’d already been there! Just cause she knew them... Guh.]

You two owe me a drink. [Grumble.]

[ooc: brown is Ten, blue is Jack, and purple is Rose!]