sirenspull | June 9th, 2012

June 9th, 2012

Weather: Partly cloudy. High of 15°C. Low of 10°C. (59°F/50°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens at 5:11AM. Evening sirens at 9:15PM.

Tower Evictions
Dexter Morgan
Genya Arikado
Madoka Kaname
Selim Bradley

Your month of free lodging is up! A notice on your door will give you 3 days to get out or cough up monthly rent. However, there may be a second or even a third notice slid under your door in the meantime, suggesting you stay here as a greeter on the Corporate dime....

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-Wakerose Manor "Totally Haunted", Says SPHS President from ICU

Since it opened its doors a month ago, Siren's Port Historical Society has had nothing but bad luck with the Wakerose Manor Museum in sector 5. Strange happenings plagued the grand opening reception, inexplicable sabotages and accidents pegged by many to be the activity of ghosts. Despite the site's popularity with local amateur ghost hunters, the SPHS has been reluctant to make any statement on the matter, aside from Society President Susan Martin's adamant refusal to acknowledge "foolish rumors" of hauntings.

However, Ms. Martin changed her tune on Friday evening, when she was locking up the museum after another day of tours. While heading down the stairs from the upstairs wing of the mansion, Ms. Martin suffered a fall that witnesses claim was the result of "the carpet rolling up from under her all by itself." In a truly freak accident, after hitting the bottom step, a chandelier broke loose from above and fell, nearly crushing Ms. Martin to death.

Ms. Martin was rushed to the hospital with moderate injuries, though issued a statement from her bedside to waiting reporters:

"Wakerose Manor is haunted. Totally, totally haunted," she said.

The SPHS has not yet responded to Ms. Martin's statement, though reportedly hired a local PR firm to help them decide how to approach the delicate issue of ghosts infesting their new million-dollar museum.

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[News Notifaction Thread]

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

philosopher

Siren's Port, it's Dale Cooper. We've spoken once before, albeit by accident. You'll have to be patient with me; the technology around here is a little ahead of my time.

Something is troubling me and I thought perhaps to take a moment to discuss it with all of you. You see, technology isn't the only thing that's different between this world and mine. While there are a great many mysteries in my world, strange and supernatural, the Darkness is a phenomenon I have only observed in this city. And on the recommendation of my doctors and others I've spoken with, I've yet to explore the Darkness personally because I am not in peak physical condition... yet.

And so it is with an admission of ignorance that I come to you today for answers. I trust that many of you have the expertise to decipher a little puzzle I've been facing.

On Monday, June 4th, at approximately 3:30 a.m., I awoke from a dream. In that dream, I had been walking, shortly after high noon, near the baseball diamond where I first appeared. I noticed that, as the sun inched toward the west for its descent, the shadows began to grow. But these shadows were no ordinary shadows. Seeping from them was a decay... Where a shadow fell over a pipe, it rusted - and over sidewalks, cement cracked and turned to dust. It was a decay like I've only seen at night, peering out from my window. But in the dream, it was everywhere, in every shadow, even with the sun shining overhead.

The following night, I had the same dream, only I began to run. I ran as far as my legs could take me, but no matter where I went, the shadows were full of death. In the long shade of the company towers, I could see the grass dry out, and the flowers shriveled, and the brick walls crumbled.

On Wednesday the 6th, I had the same dream again, but there was more. I gave up on running and stopped at a coffee stand. I ordered a coffee - black, as always - but I received a pale liquid... white, but not milky. And when I tasted it, it was sweet. A sickly sweet flavor. I spit out the drink, but instead of falling to the ground, the drops floated into the air. I heard a man's laughter and suspected I was the target of a practical joke, but when I looked around, I failed to find the source. I began to walk again, searching, but became more and more disoriented. The colors of the world around me began to invert, so that I couldn't tell if it was night or day, whether I walked through sunlight or shade. Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch flashes of something - an electric blue plasma, something amorphous... But I never did catch up with it.

This dream has been recurring every night since, but I'm no closer to understanding its meaning. I wonder if anyone has seen anything similar to what I've described, in dreams or in reality? I would very much like to hear your thoughts on it.

pullsheavendown

[It's a beautiful day and both Roxas and Xion look much improved from the last time they appeared on the network. Perhaps they're a little skinnier from suffering through their illnesses, but there's color in their cheeks and smiles upon their faces.]

Hey everyone. I bet most of you have been down to the block party by now, but if not, you really should—it's a lot of fun, and tomorrow's the last day.

And if you're coming down you should definitely come and see us!

[Roxas lifts a foam bat and nods.]

We've got a really fun game—it's called Struggle, and anyone can play using this.

It's really easy too! All you have to do is take your opponent's balls!

[Roxas gives her a somewhat hesitant sidelong glance before forging on.]

Well, kinda. Instead of taking them, you knock them off in a Struggle for victory! You can also play Grandstander by yourself and win a prize if you can hit a single ball in the air and keep it going for a while. But it's most fun when it's one-on-one.

[Xion grins, and if you know her at all well- or even if you don't know her that well- it's clearly mischievous. She picks up the other bat and beckons someone off camera. A moment later, Joe Fieldman appears, wielding a Struggle bat of his own and decked out in some ridiculous gear. He is covered in balls.]

Our lovely assistant is here to demonstrate. [smirk]

"Lovely" yourself, Roxas! [Joe taps the foam bat against the palm of his hand, impatient, before readying himself into a defensive stance, bat raised and legs bent, readying to spring into action.] C'mon, are we going to demo this thing, or are you guys gonna stand around all day?

[Xion has snatched up the bat from Roxas and is all over this one; she's clearly in high spirits as she gets ready to swing for him.] Ha! Your balls are mine, Joe.

[Roxas stares open-mouthed before snatching another bat from somewhere off-camera. And then they lunge at Joe, intent on taking his balls.]

And this is how you Struggle!

[ooc: Roxas is blue, Xion is purple, Joe is red.]