sirenspull | May 21st, 2012

May 21st, 2012

[The video is balanced on Walter's nightstand, focused on the vampire laying in Walter's rumpled bed. He looks.... terrible. Bloodshot eyes, skin stretched taut over sallow cheeks, almost grey in pallor.]

I have contracted the plague.

Integral, I blame you for infecting me.

symmachy

[the video starts with the pitch-black of some random alleyway. something is panting hard in the background; after a moment it whines. but it's suddenly cut off by a loud squelch. silence again. the person holding the nv shifts enough so that her white jeans, speckled with blood, are visible. she then lifts the comm to her face; for a split second, she doesn't look human. the skin of her face is pulled tight over her skull, her eyes are wide and the cat-slip pupils hardly visible. the planes of her face are too sharp, too flat, too... wrong.

but it's already gone, and there's just a teenaged girl with green eyes, cropped red hair, and a dusting of freckles. when she speaks, her voice has a slight irish accent. she talks quietly, mindful of the creatures lurking about.]

I won't say this is new, but it's certainly more exciting than the last time. Reminds me a bit of Xibalba.

[her nostrils flare as she takes in the scents around her.]

Certainly stinks like it. Slightly more rotted, though.

[she smiles, close-lipped, trying to look friendly even with the corpse of some large, hideous creature behind her. she steps closer to the street, out of the alley. reaching behind her, she sheathes the bloodied short sword that was in her free hand. the hilts of a twin set are poking out over her shoulders.]

Now, pleasantries aside... I need to get to Paris. I was just there with--[her voice trails off. with whom? well, if she didn't remember, it couldn't be important.]--on vacation, and I'd really like to get back to it. So everything will just be simpler if someone can point me in the right direction.

[there might be a touch of a threat to her voice now, even if it's still quiet. and she doesn't lose that smile.]

And believe me. You want this to be simple.

[ooc; please take a few moments and fill out this permission post!]

thepull_mods

Monday, May 21st 2012

Weather Periods of rain throughout the day. High 13°C and a low of 9°C (55deg;F/48°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 5:26am, and evening sirens are at 8:52pm.

News & Advertisements

- The flu outbreak has begun to claim the lives, and many of those first-reported sick are not showing signs of drastic improvement after nearly a week of bedrest and care. Skye Medical Center reported 36 viral-related fatalities yesterday, SPGH’s morgue holds 62, SERO Hospital has also reported over 50 deaths, but has not yet released full data. Unlike other viral strains which typically show highest mortality rates in child and elderly populations, the outbreak has claimed mostly middle-aged and young adults with a history of good health.

Many affiliated buildings, especially in Sectors 1 & 2, have mandatory antibacterial gel dispensers at every entranceway, including downtown subway stations. All of SERO’s corporate workers are also required to wear surgical masks at work, which will be distributed today.

- Despite their best efforts to maintain a quarantine, symptoms of the flu outbreak are starting to emerge in doctors and patients at St. Teresa's Sanitarium. Three of their patients died after a night of running high fevers. All three had the same therapist, who they saw Saturday Afternoon, and displayed no symptoms until shortly after their session.

Curiously, their therapist’s health also rapidly declined shortly after hearing of their deaths; Dr. Nielsig is currently at home and press have been hounding his house for an exclusive interview about his patients’ dying thoughts. His husband, a VIP suites bodyguard for White Star Hotels, threatened a handful of reporters in an intimidating clip shown on live news this morning, hair standing on end as a blazing fear-inducing aura ripples across his powerful arms. “Haven’t you people ever fucking heard of Patient Confidentiality?” One newscaster for the INN later told her station that her cameraman wet himself.

- A skeptical newspiece covers reports of flu-suffers miraculously cured through The Church of Jonova’s Healing Ministry, a prayer gathering which continued into the evening yesterday as many sufferers reported feeling better after receiving their rite of absolution. The cathedral remains open today for continued healing and confession.

- SERO issued a statement today, assuring all of its loyal customers that the company is doing all it can to stem the flu pandemic. SERO scientists and researchers are working around the clock to find the source of this strange outbreak, and will have a vaccine prepared as soon as possible.

In the meantime, please take advantage of our affordably-priced SERO-branded cold and flu medications at Seronex pharmacies all over the port.

OOC: SERO will actually run out of their supply of Seronex cold and flu products on Monday and Tuesday of this week. The company will instead box up some placebo pills and sell those under the Seronex brand name. Authentic medicine will hit the stores again when the factory catches up, sometime on Wednesday.

( OOC: Outbreak Plot info detailed HERE)
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[ News Notification Thread]

canavarum

[A man with striking white hair, strange tattoos, pointed ears, and a giant sword strapped to his back can be found in one of the bars -- he's not certain which one, but he specifically chose something seedier. In his experience, it's the hopeless, dirty drunks who are the most loose with their tongues and information.

Except he's not doing much information-gathering right now. Despite the illness going around, Fenris had not feared. He's not one to get sick easily, after all, perhaps an after-effect of the markings.

But now he's hunched on a stool, staring at his enchanted book, looking as if he were trying very hard not to vomit.

Hey, at least he fits in with the surroundings.

Fenris has always been the very picture of excitement, if you couldn't tell.]

momchester

[Mary has been crying. Obviously, unattractively, ugly-crying; the evidence is still all over her face. It's an unflattering look on top of how visibly sick she is, looking pale and feverish and miserable. She's sitting in a hospital room in Skye, curled up in a chair squished uncomfortably into the corner. The narrow space between the chair and the actual hospital bed is taken up by one of those fold-out cots they have for family members, smushing her into the corner, forcing her to curl up with her knees to her chest in the chair.

That's the thing, though. The cot is empty. The hospital bed is empty.

There's a long silence, until you almost wonder if this is an accidental post, in which she just stares past the camera, worrying a silver charm bracelet on her wrist.]

It's killing people. I haven't seen it in the news yet, but it's killing people. The guy in the morgue said everything was quiet this morning. Now it's a rush. [She bursts into a violent coughing fit, looking slightly green.] I talked them out of kicking us out of the room- but Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to sleep in here, you know?

[Suddenly she seems to realize how awkwardly she's oversharing, and pulls herself together a little, rubbing her eyes and running her hands through her hair. Despite outwardly getting it together, she's still obviously hanging on by a thread, something dull and brittle in her eyes.]

If you know me, please- let someone know that you're alright. If you don't, if we've never spoken... I don't care, I still wanna know that you're okay. So many people in this city are alone.

mirroredmemory

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

[VIDEO]

[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

ochitashinigami

[Eric appears on the screen, looking like death warmed over. He's been sick for days and he's tried to hide it. He can't anymore.]

I need to find somewhere to stay until I'm better. Please...

My uh... roommate isn't ill yet and I don't want him to get it.

Can someone take me?

And if you know him, don't tell him.

[He flips it off and waits for a reply.]

Current Mood: sick

guerrilla_morph

 I am both sick and bored. Its lethal combination and theres only so much solitaire can do.

Tell me a funny joke or story or something. 

ill start first: 

a neutron walks into a bar. "I like a bear" he said. Bartender gives him the beer. "HOw much will that be?" the neutron asked. "For you, no charge" bartender sáaaad.

alksdfjkljafsdq453

3e4

[ Ladies and gentlemen, Marco has gotten so sick and drowsy he started to randomly hit random buttons while trying to text with blurry vision. It's like drunk texting, but sadder.

And then he hits the video setting, showing a young teenager with tousled dark brown hair and olive skin, eyes looking at the NV blearily, laying down a bed. ]

Oh. [ Is all he says as he realizes his mistake. But he doesn't look particularly upset or alarmed - just really, really sick.

He fumbles a little bit before turning it off. ]

shifting

[shaky video at first. Sam's voice seems in the background for a moment, but it's quickly choked off with dry-heaving. The video tilts down sharply from a plaid-covered chest to bare feet, and soon after a pile of clothes. A dog lies down on them a moment later, curled up and whining softly.

The feed runs out.]

((open to anyone who wants to drop in - Sam finally caught the oubreak))