sirenspull | April 24th, 2012

April 24th, 2012

Tuesday, April 24th 2012

Weather: Cloudy with sunny periods. Slight chance of a shower. High 16°C and a low of 8°C (61deg;F/46°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 6:05am, and evening sirens are at 8:16pm.

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[ News Notification Thread]

vaguelysauntered

[It, quite literally, took Anthony J. Crowley several hours to actually get out of bed.]

[Ever since the beginning of the week, he had felt listless, apathetic, and generally a lot more tired with the world than he had been usually. In the last couple of days he hadn't even bothered to use his usual spiel against his collection of plants to make them grow better- most of them were probably already showing signs of disobedience by now.]

[The problem was, Crowley didn't really care at the moment. Scaring plants just sounded like too much work.]

[He turns on the NV, his short black hair more ruffled and unkempt than its usual groomed look, but his sunglasses are still on his face as if they would never leave. He yawns into his elbow before speaking.]

Well, erm. Long time, no talk, Siren's Port. [He gives a rather mocking salute at the camera.] I'm sure all of you are out there doing your perfectly mundane things as you usually do, etcetera, etcetera.

Only reason I'm asking is because, well, it's like everything became one hundred times more boring than it usually is. I mean, you'd think in a place full of people and powers and things trying to eat you alive during the night, there'd be something a whole lot more exciting out-

[Suddenly, Crowley pauses, his attention having been captured by something happening off screen. There's a moment before he speaks again his eyebrows creased in slight confusion.]

Um. Would someone mind telling me what I'm seeing here?

( ooc cut for angels and demons and snogging )

Well, then. [And then he shrugs slightly, yawning, as if he had just shown everyone a rather boring nature documentary instead of...you know.] So, um, anyone want to tell me any exciting things that are happening around here? [A pause as he groggily goes over that last statement.] Hold on, just asked that. Really, it's like everything's just slipping my mind or something...anyways, someone should come over and bring me wine or something, I'm just not in the mood for getting it myself...

[And then, without warning, he leans against the wall, having succumbed to sleep in mid conversation. There are a few snores, and then the feed cuts when the hand with his watch NV falls to his side, shutting off the camera.]

[Feel free to discuss what just happened amongst yourselves, residents of Siren's Port. Maybe you should get some brain bleach while you're at it, to get out that mental image of what you just witnessed.]

[ooc: This is very backdated to the Seven Deadly Sins Plot week! This post was made with much support from Crowley and Castiel-mun, and here is the events surrounding the kiss if you're curious as to how this came along and what happened afterwards. A.J. Crowley is very much affected by Sloth, so expect him to be apathetic and lazy towards everything ever.]

faking

Luca Macken is dead again

[it's possible he won't respond to much over the NV, or at least with nothing terribly substantial. for housemates' reference, he's shut away inside of his personal bedroom, nightgowned, sleeping for most of this past while.]

cruelwonder

[Alice is writing in her NV today, and in her distress, the script seems too jilted, formal, and not in her usual flair.]

On Saturday, Jack Kelly disappeared.

Sirius and I thought to look for him, as he couldn't have gone anywhere without our knowledge, and his NV wasn't responding, but we hadn't found him. Then, Sunday, Sirius disappeared. He never came home and his NV is offline as well.

I know what they say about these things. They've probably returned home.

[But that's not what she wants to hear.]

I've already spoken to the proper authorities.

[There's a smudge of black ink in the corner where she stabs the pen into the paper.]

If you've seen any of them, please let me know. Please.

hostage

[Here's Jesse, chilling in his living room, looking a whole lot healthier than he did a few days ago. Fully healed now, in fact. He's fidgeting, but thankfully his NV has been placed on the coffee table so the video is steady. The room is also much brighter than necessary. Maybe he's bought a few extra lamps... A lot of extra lamps. Floodlights, even.]

Hey, uh... You guys know the game Two Truths and a Lie? Like where somebody says three things and you have to guess which one's the fake one?

Anybody wanna play?

fidele

[ It is rare for her to appear on her own video feed, rather than using bare text. But after one too many incidents of mistaken identity, she believes this might counter it. Not in the sense of confidently putting herself out there-- simply, showing the person behind her writing so that she can be remembered. It will simplify things, she's hoping.

From the way she's recording this, however, the person posting the text and the one on the feed could well be unrelated; she looks up between every penned phrase, regarding the feed for a beat after every finished sentence. Behind her is the dining room of the boarding-house, lit warmly by a momentary break in the clouds letting sunshine through, but it does nothing for that contrast she herself has within the colours of the video feed. All in all, a near-still image, with very little sound. ]

There are many Newcomers I don't recognise... [ Only highlights how many of those she cared for have disappeared from this place, and reminds her how little mere surveyance of the network can actually do for her connections. ] I don't believe I am recognised either. My name is Chane.

This boarding-house I live in has several unoccupied rooms. It was mostly untouched by the tremors last week. I cleared up- however... [ Then she seems uneasy for a moment, hesitating. Smalltalk isn't her forté. ] For anybody looking for somewhere to stay, contact my NV. This house is in Sector 4, far from the coastline, and well-protected against Darkness. Rent is not very different from that at Tower Apartments but negotiable. It needs better maintenance if you would want to compensate with chores and upkeep.

[ Maintenance of the financial kind is more necessary, however, she neglects to mention, gazing at those lacking words. As though the overwhelming silence of the video feed, other than occasional quiet scratches of her pen, catches up to her, she seems to simultaneously relax and become more self-conscious of being recorded, her eyes darting up to the top of the feed and connecting with the viewer's for a second. That wasn't terrible, but she looks neither pleased nor disappointed. As long as she made her point. Without any warning other than the suggestion of her outstretched hand by the knuckles at the bottom of the feed, she turns it off. ]

( Privated to Claire Stanfield; )

( Privated to residents; )

drinkthebleach

[Picture it: the grimy interior of an international pancake house, where all good culinary choices go to die in a semi-hygienic grave. One might ask themselves who in their right mind would hang out in such a place on a Tuesday afternoon by choice, aside from stoners and people on dates that they're trying to hide from their friends and the rest of respectable society.

Once the NV is propped up against something (presumably a napkin dispenser) that question is answered in the form of Pickles the Drummer, sitting alone in one of the faded blue and yellow booths. There's a pint of coffee and a giant stack of pancakes in front of him, slathered in butter and maple syrup. He lifts his eyebrows at the camera in response to well...everything.]

Guess this means I'm back for a while. If yer surprised, that makes two of us--I was out there tryin' to destroy that stupid piece of shit, an' it still puts me back in this place? I thought machines were supposed to be smarter than us. I've been here nine months, an' it's shaped up to have less IQ points than a fuckin' vibrator. I dunno.

Anyway, I'm glad that bein' killed was actually pretty brutal. Death, an' people gettin' murdered, that's the kinda shit my band always talked about. It's in all of our fuckin' songs. I mean, I'm a death metal musician, for fuck's sake, that's my bread an' butter right there, y'know? So it wasn't a huge let-down, that's all I'm sayin'. An' that's good: I don't wanna make no more job changes. It sucks.

But apparently the news came out an' said that I was some kinda menace, a while back. Now there's a strip club ten minutes away from my pal's apartment that won't let me back in 'cause they think I'm gonna set the girls on fire, or some bullshit like that. An' that's the fuckin' lamest part. [He rolls his eyes while delivering this hyperbole and takes a bite of pancake. And yes, being banned from a boobie bar is clearly the most inconvenient part about being gunned down by a group of Canadian robocops.]

So what else did I miss?

murasamia

[ Maria appears on the screen of the NV without much flourish, forehead wrinkled just slightly by what could be interpreted as either a look of intense concentration or utter confusion. Considering who's making it, it could be both, but she opens her mouth and starts going on and on, answering the question pretty much immediately. ]

Siren's Port! Something really weird happened to me, amigos! You're gonna blow your wigs!

[ her brown eyes focus quite intently on the camera, and as she starts talking, her hands match her words with various little gestures. ]

So the other day when I went to sleep in my bed like normal, I woke up and I was suddenly back in 1933, amigos! Well, not woke up - it's more like I never left! I was just there! And when I was there, I didn't even remember none of this Canada stuff! Crazy, right? [ instead of waiting for an answer, she nods in agreement with herself and continues. ] Anyway, I went and did all the stuff I was supposed to do back there! It was great -- well, parts of it weren't great, but I won in the end, as usual, and I beat up that annoying chica and I kept Tick safe and I cut the sky open and everything -- but I shouldn't talk about it, you know, Mr. Luck gets mad!! Yeah, but I finished that, and then all of a sudden I woke up back here again last night!! My stuff's still here, and I remember it all.

[ finishing up her clearly new and intriguing little tale, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite puzzled. ]

... I've been trying to figure it out, but I hate puzzles that I can't just beat with my swords. But it's really eatin' me, amigos! You don't think this place is some kinda weird dream I'm having, right?