sirenspull | April 17th, 2012

April 17th, 2012

[Guess who's back, gang! Looking cleaned-up and more put-together than normal, in a spiffy bright white shirt that's honestly oddly formal for him. Despite the snazzy clothes and overall manscaping, he looks like he's had the longest friggin' day of his life. The stress shows in how he runs his hand through his hair, messing it up hopelessly.]

Wow. Two weeks, huh?

[Hissing out a breath.]

Man, they really don't tell you how weird it is to go home then come back again. I mean, that's like the-center-cannot-hold levels of what the hell, a serious rift in the Force. It's been months...

[He shakes his head quickly, visibly trying to snap out of it.]

Okay, whatever. This would be big boy pants time, right? I can do that.

So I guess you guys have to tell me what happened while I was gone. Gossip or whatever? The Core forgot to send me Facebook updates across parallel universes, so I'm all out of touch. I'm pretty sure nothing fell apart without me, so you can get back from the edges of your seats now.

Oh, and- hi.

thepull_mods

Tuesday, April 17th 2012

Weather Mostly Cloudy. Rain, but only over Sector 7. High 13°C and a low of 9°C (55deg;F/48°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 6:18am, and evening sirens are at 8:05pm.

News & Advertisements

- New Waves of Strange Crime Hit the City
A brief article details a rapid upsurge in drug-related crimes over the weekend, from a powers-heavy gang fight in Sector 9 to a murder in Sector 1, a block away from Club Fangtasia. According to street rumors, several highly popular recreational drugs have fallen into short supply, and dealers and users alike aren’t taking well to their limited availability, lashing out when they can’t get their hands on their fix.

...but that’s normal crime, compared to a strange wave of garden vandalism sweeping Sector 5. Within the past week, over 35 private residences have reported stolen shrubs, small front yard topiaries and flowerbeds, all dug up sometime in the morning not long after sirens. A stern-faced pink flamingo lawn ornament has also appeared beside the mailbox of every one of these defaced yards, the criminal’s signature.

For Sale, name your price: one telepathically-activated Theremin. Theremin cannot be manipulated in traditional fashion but must be played with the power of the mind. I can assure you this thing works perfectly. My husband, a telepath, bought it as a lark some time ago and only used it to play at parties, but recently the theremin has been activated late at night when we're in bed or during the day when it's just me and the baby at home. That's when I figured it out... our little baby is psychic. He's actually better at getting a tune out of this thing than my husband, but we cannot get him to stop, no matter where we place the baby or the theremin in the house. Husband refuses to throw it out and wants to make some money back on an expensive purchase, I just want it out of my house. Please take this thing away. If I have to hear one more spooky sci-fi song while I'm changing diapers, I will go insane. Please contact Madeline for details.

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dilemma

[ Despite the overcast weather, Damon has decided to take this video outside. What little sun there is serves as good a purpose to make his video look not-so-horrible on his NV, and the orchard trees still recovering from winter make as good a backdrop as any. No matter though, because today this daywalker is dialing up the charm. ]

So, fellow newbies, it's come to my attention that there's quite the demand for able-bodied protection after dark. Not all of you have the benefit of strength, speed and practical immortality. Some do. I figured, why not make the most of it? Why not offer my goods and services when there's an obvious need for them?

[ He's dialing back the elevator pitchy, interview voice now that he's moving on to the nitty gritty.]

Drop me a line, day or night, and I'll see what I can do. I'd be willing to wave the fee for the destitute if you're short on fundage. You know, we newcomers have to stick together.

[ If that doesn't make him seem like the most Upstanding citizen, well, he's not should what would help...except: ]

I know what you're thinking, "B-but Damon, with all the terrible things that happened recently, how do I know I can trust you?" Ask Amy Pond: Time traveler. Red head girl. She can vouche for my trustworthiness.

[ He's reaching to shut off the NV when he remembers one last, albeit rather important, detail. ]

Oh and for the record, my working policy is simple: Confidentiality. I don't ask questions, you don't ask questions, everybody's peachy.

( ooc note: Damon's attempting to start a security service and yes, he's willing to offer them for free should the need arise. He'll play nice and be a perfect gentleman to his customers, but with his morality being pretty grey-area he's extremely willing to work questionable jobs. )

thequarterback

[It's been a while, Siren's Port. Finn's been keeping pretty quiet as far as the network goes, lately. You know, personal things that are better kept to himself]

It's funny, you know? When I first found out that Santana was gone, it wasn't really any big deal or anything, because it's not like I saw much of her while she was here, even though we lived together. I mean, it was a big deal because she's my friend but-- Anyway, now that it's been a bit, it's getting a little more, I don't know, noticeable?

[He pauses to gather his thoughts. He's gotten a little off track]

That's not really-- There's something that Santana was doing while she was here. She was singing for donations, and giving the money to a good cause. She did it for Lent, you know, giving up her time and stuff, and while Lent ended a bit ago, I thought it would be a good idea to keep doing it.

To anyone who wants to help -- not just people who can sing and dance and stuff. Just anyone who wants to help -- I'm going to be outside the performing arts theater building starting tomorrow. I'll be there all afternoon. And unless anyone has any better ideas, I'd like to keep putting any money we possibly get toward a fund for GLBTQ youths.

socius

--No I don't want your stupid pamphlet. You think I don't know everything about religion already? --Any religion? Buzz off.

[Saints be held. Was that the voice of a graceful ginger? Surely not!] I said buzz off! [With the sound of a rather large electrical boom, it apparently was.]

Goddamn idiot. [Petulant child alert. What ever could be the matter with her? Wasn't Anna supposed to be the docile, nice one of the family?]

pandorabox

Gooood evening, Siren's Port!

[There is a cheerful, spiky-headed magician waving at the NV screen]

Since 'm pretty sure a certain someone is gonna start yelling at me soon for being so picky about work, it's probably time I offer my services to more than just one person for a change.

[He leans back a bit and runs a hand through his hair, that grin will curling up the corners of his mouth] I'm Kaito, by the way. Kaito Kuroba! World's greatest magician and those services are also available if you want 'em. But in addition to that, I also specialize in costume and mask design and creation. They're good for theater, costume parties... or, uh, whatever else you might need a good disguise for. And when I say masks, I mean the pretty realistic ones, too! It's an unconventional skill set even if it's pretty normal for someone in my field, but there are some other characters out there who might need it too, right?

[He gives a light shrug]

If you're interested in any of the above, lemme know! I promise my prices will be reasonable.

. . .

And I've gotta earn some money before Aoko really starts giving me suspicious looks.

areyounext

( Cut for obnoxious courier. )

((ooc: just let me know if you would rather me not use Gamzee's quirk! Also, DW is being weird and it's making it hard to format Gamzee's formatting right now, so sorry about that!))