sirenspull | April 13th, 2012

April 13th, 2012

Friday, April 13th 2012

Weather Partly sunny, a mix of cloudy and clear skie.. High 14°C and a low of 7°C (57deg;F/45°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 6:26am, and evening sirens are at 7:59pm.

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[ News Notification Thread]

momchester

[Mary's going with voice, because she's too angry, confused, and scared to let the Network see her face.]

Does anyone else have the feeling like they're missing something?

I know I am. I keep noticing things that don't make sense- people say strange things to me or-

-There's something I'm forgetting. There has to be. Nothing else makes sense. There are weapons all over my apartment, I used to Greet at night in the Darkness, people know things about me that don't make sense, and the more I think about it the less I understand.

[This, coming from someone who was there pulling people out of the Towers rubble, who helped the night the sirens didn't sound, who talked about vampire killing in public threads. The state of Denmark isn't just rotten, it reeks.]

Can someone please teach me how to use this gun? I own four holsters and three guns and I don't know how to use any of it. There are boxes of bullets in my kitchen.

I don't know what's happening to me.

mirroredmemory

[The NV is in motion! Or sort of, it's wielder is brandishing it in a busy little cafe, and after a little motion photography, the camera picks up on Aqua, sitting on the other side of a table. The voice that speaks, belonging to the owner of the NV, is Xion's.]

Come on Aqua, show them! It's such a pretty blue.

Xion!

[And there is Aqua, wiggling the fingers of her free hand at the camera. They are sporting a pretty pale blue polish with a delicate design in a darker shade.]

It's not blue, you know. It's Cerulean Cream.

[... because in her mind, there is a huge difference. That's what the label of the color had said, after all!

This response is enough to get Xion to giggle, and the camera wobbles a little as a result.]

But it's still blue! And they still look really, really pretty, I'm glad you picked that one and not Mauve Mirage or whatever that purple one was.

[Aqua's grin widens sheepishly as she curls her fingers, examining the swirl of color ... for the five-thousandth time.]

I guess so ...

[Scrunches up one side of her face, as if coming to grips with the concept.]

... Blue is blue.

[Raises her eyebrows at the NV's lens in some mock seriousness.]

Mauve Mirage would have been a huge disaster.

[Oh no, Xion's having a complete giggle breakdown over this and the NV is now on the table. You can just about see the edge of Xion's hand, her own nails painted with bright, bold flowers. Finally she manages to compose herself long enough to pick up her NV again and manages to point the camera at them both.]

So um, just in case anybody was wondering, there's a new nail salon that's opened and they're giving people free samples. Some of the styles are really cute! Me and Aqua just got pulled in to get our nails painted, it was really fun!

Right! I recommend it to anyone who hasn't had one yet.

[Should she say that this is her first manicure? ... Probably not over the NV. It seems like most girls her age do this a lot. It seems like ... this is normal.]

... Um. Recently, I mean.

[Yep, nice save. Smooth.]

It was very fun.

[And kind of painful.]

...just don't let the nail ladies hear you call Cerulean Cream just plain old blue or they'll give you the stink eye!

[They catch each other's eye and for a moment their straight faces quiver before they both burst out laughing as a waitress comes over to take their order and Xion closes off the feed.]

myselfexcluded

[It's Washu time! Presently, she's perched on the edge of her desk in her office at SPU, looking altogether gleeful about something.]

Hi! Good news, everyone... Or bad news if you don't like new arrivals, but by my calculations it's precisely two weeks, a day, seven hours, and twenty-five minutes until the next Core fluctuation.

Buuut that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. Ever since the time loop, I've been wondering why we don't have a meeting of the minds every month or so- I don't say this often, because no one's nearly as much of a genius as me, but I think we have quite a few actually brilliant minds here and it would be really interesting if we could all get together once a month or more often if we wanted to discuss theories and see if we can implement them ourselves. Why waste our talents with blowhards like SERO when we have our own system, right?

[She gets momentarily wistful.] The Science Academy back home helped everyone across the universe, because it was a group of dedicated people who love their work, all striving towards certain goals to better individual galaxies. If one school can do that for the universe, think of a bunch of geniuses in one town can do.

So what do you say? Anyone interested? [BIG GRIN.]

summing_it_up

[From this low angle, Hiccup is sitting on the floor of the apartment. It appears he's been sitting there for quite a while. All of his concentration is being poured out on the toaster that's set in his lap. He stops for a moment.]

Hhhoh great. This is just. Stuck. Jammed. I can't even–

[The toaster is fiddled with, alternating between pushing and shaking the lever loose. After another handful of seconds, he mutters to himself under his breath.]

–And it's not going to budge. Aaaastrid. [He holds the toaster up to his face for better inspection.] We can't keep doing this to Snow's stuff, it was only two steps...!

[Here, his voice trails off.

And he stays in this position for what feels like forever.]

[[OOC: And his powers have just manifested.]]

rehashes

[ greetings, siren's port. Dave appears on camera via the extendable arm on his iShades, and he does not look—well, okay, he's as expressionless as always, eyes hidden behind red glasses and his lips pursed into a thin line. his attire is different this time, though; there's a rather snug red hood pulled up over his head, attached to a rather medieval looking set of time pajamas. ]

Canada again? Seriously? The fuck did I do to get cursed with this. It wasn't bad enough to stick me on a meteor flying through space at a rate of a million goddamnits per minute and force one of its shittiest inhabitants to be obsessed with never leaving me alone, but then to top it all off I go to sleep and wake back up in Canada. The only way I can tell it's not a dreambubble is by virtue of nothing I could witness in my sleep being quite as shitty as this place.

[ he says that, but there's not all that much conviction in his voice, honestly. in fact, for all intents and purposes, he's pretty quiet, more like blandly grumbling to himself than actually bitching at the camera.

there's probably a reason (or a few reasons, for that matter) for that. ]

What fucking day is it even? Or what year, christ. Last time I was here it was two-thousand-whatthefuck and I was magically older than all my friends because Canada and time are about as close friends as Eminem and Shaggy 2 Dope. A—

[ but wait! what is that in the corner of the screen? whatever it is, it's approaching fast and Dave hardly has time to register it before it's leaping into the air and sprawling mid-jump and full-body crashing into him with a girlish shriek, sending the view of the camera whirling: the red of his outfit, the black of hers, a flash of white, then blue sky, sky, sky... and the pavement. which Dave's face hits hard at a rate of a millon goddamnits per minute.

CRUNCH.

off goes the feed. ]

kal_el

[ Clark hasn't appeared on the network for a while now, but when he appears he's smiling, and rightly so, pushing his glasses up his nose. So awkward. ]

Wedding preparations are in full swing. I always knew it was going to be hard work, but I didn't realise just how much there was to do. It seems like there isn't enough time in the day any more. All the time I'm spending on the phone to florists and caterers, you'd think the phone company should be paying me.

It's stressful sometimes, hard to find time to shoehorn the romance in--and wasn't that the whole point in the first place? I don't suppose anyone has any tips? How do you make time for sleep, let alone your poor neglected fiancee?

( Private to Cass & Tim )

( Private to Conner Kent )

ex_stakes70

Okay, so. [ PERKIEST FACE but also very determined in her perkiness. ]

Here's the deal. I need to talk to somebody who's good with souls. As in, knows all about souls, and dealing with them, and figuring them out. Also figuring out their placement. Sooner is definitely better. I'll - I dunno, pay you in bodyguarding, or figure something else out.

Did I mention sooner?

PRIVATE; UNHACKABLE; TO ANGEL.

Whatcha think about a Slay-date? With the monster fighting in tandem and all that romantic gooey stuff.