sirenspull | May 12th, 2012

May 12th, 2012

oH MY GOD, oKAY,
wHAT, uHH,
wHAT HAPPENED? uH,
vRISKA ARE YOU HERE, i,
wOW,
i'M NOT SURE WHERE IT IS i AM, bESIDES THE OBVIOUS,
OR WHY THIS HAS HAPPENED,
aSIDE FROM WHAT i HAVE BEEN INFORMED OF,
oR EVEN HOW IT'S POSSIBLE, rEALLY,
tHERE ARE A LOT OF HUMANS HERE AND THEY DON'T LOOK DEAD, wHICH MEANS THAT,
wE MUST HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFUL, iN OUR MISSION AND,
bECOME RELEVANT TO EVENTS AGAIN, bUT,
fROM WHAT i HAVE SEEN AND, cURRENTLY UNDERSTAND,
tHIS IS NOT THE MOST IDEAL PLACE, tO BE, wHICH IS WHY,
i DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE THIS QUEST, tO BEGIN WITH BUT,
tHAT'S CURRENTLY A MOOT POINT, sO,
iNSTEAD i WILL SAY HELLO sIREN'S pORT,
iT'S OKAY TO BE HERE,

[ The audio comes on just at the tail end, enough to catch a quiet sigh and a murmur of there before the feed is properly ended. ]

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thepull_mods

Saturday, May 12th 2012

Weather Sunny and Clear. High 22°C and a low of 11°C (72deg;F/52°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 5:35am, and evening sirens are at 8:42pm.

News & Advertisements

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That’s right folks! Port citizen Crowley seems to have turned a new leaf with this sponsored event. Through a generous donation and a rather detailed letter, Mister Crowley has brought this alarming issue to light. A long time sufferer from his race’s desire for newborn flesh, Crowley seems to have finally decided that enough was enough.

“I want to find an acceptable alternative,” Crowley said in his letter. “Be that baby flavored tofu for now, warmed and saturated in donated blood until a completely non-living alternative can be found.” As alarming as that might sound to the general populace, Mister Crowley seems to be completely determined to provide an alternative to any others of his race that might come in the next Core fluctuation.

As such, through his marvelous donations, a street fair has been set up in Sector Four, just a few blocks away from the baseball diamond. With bouncy houses, dunk tanks, and all sorts of carnival games and snacks it’s bound to be a wonderful time for an even more wonderful cause! After all, every penny raised will go straight to Crowley’s research. Buy a hot dog, fellow Portians, and help keep babies out of muffins!
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[ News Notification Thread]

inamartiniglass

It seems like I've gone into the future and have... come back to life. Where am I? What is this place? The home I have now is so drafty in comparison to the luxury I lived in. My days in Paris, Montenegro, Monte Carlo, Venice... all gone. But now I literally have a new lease on life. I can't help but feel like this is a blessing.

And I don't really believe in God.

itsatrep

[The following NV post comes from a generic ID created for the advertisement. It is not attached to Luppi's name in any way, although the author's true identity will be blatantly obvious to a few if they're paying attention. (And if you're wondering what the hell this is about on an OOC level, a small explanation.)]

AGI Publishing presents an enticing erotic fiction series by new author Trep A. Dora.

Le'yazs is an up-and-coming Newcomer scientist with a taste for the forbidden. He fills his days with strange experiments and his nights with exotic passions.

Check out this sample from Drowning in Shallow Water:
( Cut just in case, but it's pretty tame )

Where do they go from here? Purchase Drowning in Shallow Water for only $2.99 to find out! Ebook available for immediate download on your NV!

no_resignations

[In the midst of all the newcomers, Saix has been, well, thinking. And it's only now that he's realized the date, and that had him thinking more. Essentially, after all, Saix has been living on borrowed time. And nearly a year's worth of it. And this isn't something he would normally share, but he is quite curious as to how many others may be doing so.]

It is a strange notion to know that you should very well be dead, and were previously to your arrival somewhere. Even stranger when you find yourself living in that place for nearly a year, almost as if nothing had happened. Was the death a dream? Or did it really happen? Did you really feel the ice-cold touch of nothingness breathing down your neck, consuming you? Or was it mere fear of something you never truly experienced? I find myself wondering this sometimes. The memory, after all, can play tricks on those who want it badly enough.

[Musings aloud this morning, really, is all it is. An awkward attempt to connect without any idea how to say it. Not that he has anything to connect to, with no heart in his chest, but perhaps he should at least try now that the safety net of Organization XIII is well behind him and instead a threat to his continued existence.]

brushy

[ She's been watching- the network, the residents; ones in her situation, and the ones who've always been here. She's been reading what she can, observing, exploring, sniffing, helping, ect- and now, she decides to rest, finding a patch of healthy grass to lay on somewhere out there in this strange "canada".

What the video shows is a large, white wolf ( or a rather odd looking wolf, depending on who you are ), laying comfortably against the dirt. The animal yawns once, which turns into a normal, canine grin, accompanied by soft panting. Her attention, like any canine you would know, wanders briefly; on nothing in particular, really. Just occasionally looking to the left, turning her head to the right , down, left again . . .

She then licks her black lips, head turning, golden eyes darting towards the screen. Her triangle ears perk up and she tilts her head ( slightly! ), closing her mouth, and settling with something that can, in a way, appear that she's smiling ever so slightly, depending on how you look at it! To viewers, this is the image of a curious, at-attention wolf. A stretch of her front legs, just making herself comfortable, before she sighs, coming out as a long huff through her nostrils that follows a short lupine noise, making her attention settle completely on the nv yet again.

Hello, little ones, she says, in her silent language. Well? She wants to get to know you all- she wants to know who's here, and who isn't. Where are you from? What is it like? If you have something on your mind, if you want to speak, if you want to cry . . . if you want to stare blankly, question, seek her out, if you want to pet or even offer her food- she's all ears! Really- she wouldn't mind chatting with you! Ammy actually looks like she's waiting for something, after all! If anyone would like to action it up ( either to meet or run into her ), feel free- and if it stays on nv communication, expect text! ]

excellentviolet

Well, this comes as a late notice, but Violet Systems has turned a year old a few days ago! We'll be having a sale at our showroom for all our Darkness security systems, so feel free to drop by! Our Showroom Manager, Danny, will be more than happy to show you around.

But most importantly, I'd like to show you all something.

[He grins and turns the NV to face a newly installed slide, similar to the one at the Google office, but it leads into a ballpit of violet plastic balls!]

The newest installation to our office! Slides! It makes it a lot easier and fun to get down from one floor to the other.

We're still on the look out for brilliant new employees, so feel free to let me know if you're interested in a job.

In the meantime, I'd love to hear what you have to say about our slides in the office.

leading3men

[ Here is Zoey and a dog that has now grown up from the small, starving German Shepard puppy she found last winter. Not fully grown, but reaching there at the age of eight months, and looking perfectly happy, tongue rolling and panting away like a dog in heaven.

Zoey, on the other hand, just looks frazzled, holding on to the collar and leash like it is a lifesaver. ]

You know, you would have thought that having a dog is just about the most normal thing you can do in this place, right?

[ And just on cue, the dog vanishes - except for the red collar that is now hanging in mid-air. Zoey doesn't even blink at it. ]

I guess this is a latent power or something, I don't know. Either way, I need to train Vance again but I really have no idea who to go to for this sort of thing.

[ The dog reappears - in a way. Only the skeleton shows up. All of Zoey's uncertainty reeks out of this video as she glances at Vance from the corner of her eye. Eventually the muscles appeared, but the eyes, skin, and fur are still invisible. The dog curves around and starts to raise her hind leg to scratch behind the ear. ]

I guess there are worse powers dogs can get, but I'm getting really tired of seeing my dog walking around without any legs. Or stepping on her when she's completely invisible. It's getting pretty freaky.

[ The dog turns completely visible once again. Zoey turns her head toward Vance. Vance turns her head toward Zoey.

Both stared at each other for the longest time . . .

. . . until the dog's head completely disappeared, revealing the interior that is a dog's neck and throat.

Zoey scowls. ]

Oh, come on.

needtobecleaned

[KOS-MOS' expression is as impassive as ever as she turns on the video function. A moment later, she removes the headpiece she wears and tucks in under her arm. There is a blue and white mark on her forehead, like a tattoo, shaped with a mild similarity to wings. Her name is written in the middle.]

I should like to ask the opinion of my fellow Newcomers.

Today, a man attempted to mug me while I was out. He was very crass, very vulgar with his language. When he attempted to take what belongings I had on me, I retaliated as necessary. I overestimated his capabilities and broke his arm. He ran off screaming he was going to press charges against me.

[Funny, right? He tried to mug her.]

As I am sure many of you are aware, I am from a very different time. Where I am from, defense in this form is acceptable and injuries and diseases can be taken care of with a single nanomachine treatment.

How is it that this time handles situations such as this?

coolexec

[Video cuts in when Tony Stark, clad in the flashy gold and red and silver of the mark VI version Iron Man armor, is casually strutting away from the baseball diamond. Video bobs around haphazardly at first since he doesn't care enough to hold his NV steady in front of his face. There's a greeter trailing him, trying in vain to offer coupons, that Tony brushes off.]

Overachiever. I said I didn't want any. I don't like to be handed things. [He rolls a shoulder in mild irritation. The golden faceplate on his helm splits at the seams with a hiss and pulls back to reveal his arrogant face in full, which is then presented to the network.]

Is it May already? [Timestamp has been noted.] Go figure: time flies when you're in another dimension. Not that I'm not glad to see you, Siren's Port, but... no, I'm not. Hey, Little Miss Raincoat [he's bad at names so sue him that's specific enough], you didn't rent out my room, did you? That'd be.. rather inconvenient news, actually, considering I'm here again. Tell me the condo's still on the table before I pull a face.

[He pauses his gait, ready to take to the sky but wanting to throw out a few more words.]

Sorry. Not asking for anyone to strip me this time around. You'll have to get your jollies elsewhere. [The faceplate slides back in place, leaving the stoic mask of Iron Man on screen for a moment before video ends.]

meddler

—No no no no no.

[ Someone’s NV flicks on, revealing the scene to be… none other than the baseball diamond. The scene shows a rather odd-looking man in a bow tie arguing with what appears to be… some sort of Greeter, just barely visible in the feed. ]

I’m a Greeter. I Greet people. I don’t get Greeted. Have you ever heard of a Greeter that gets—

[ The Greeter mumbles something. ]

What do you mean I just showed up again? Of course I just showed up again. One minute I was here, then [ he makes a gesture with his hands ] back in the TARDIS. Not that I remember much. Or rather not that I had time to remember much because no sooner was I back in the TARDIS that I was back here. So tell me you... you... Greeter that shouldn’t be greeting me. How long was I gone? Two minutes? Two hours?

[ The Greeter says something else that sounds suspiciously like… ]

Two months.

[ …And then the panic sets in. ]

Two months?!

[ He stumbles backwards, tripping over his NV, and the feed ends. ]

scarlet_kitsch

(HACK LEVEL: MODERATE.)

[This is only the second time Wanda has directed addressed the entire newcomer network. Since arriving, her NV has been used sporadically and never with any serious intent. Until now, she was content to stay in the background, picking and choosing with whom she spoke on a whim.

But things have changed. Recent events force her to actively seek out information. It is no longer possible to drift along, Pollyanna style, easily giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, hoping for the best. So, she’s putting on her big girl panties and actively taking control, something she should have done from the beginning. She’s not feeling up to using the video function, but she needs to see the faces of those who respond, to look in their eyes.]

Hello. I’ve spoken to a few of you but not many. [She manages a fragile smile.] I’m reaching out now to ask for information. You may have seen the news reports about the destruction of a SERO building. Two newcomers died; one of them was named Michael Xavier. [Despite how false it feels, the name flows from her lips easily enough.]

I knew Michael back home. [That’s a lie, but it’s close enough to the truth.] We never got a chance to reconnect here.

I am not looking for condolences. [In her eyes is a strange mix of sadness, fear, and determination.] I’m actually interested in anecdotes. Anything you can tell me about Michael and his life here in Siren’s Port would be of help. [Her expression hardens slightly.] And I want to know everything, the good and the bad, no matter how trivial. If you have any stories about Michael, I’d appreciate hearing them.

Thank you. This is important to me.