sirenspull | June 15th, 2012

June 15th, 2012

[Mary comes on, tense-looking, unhappy, in her now-messy living room that look slike it was just torn apart carelessly.]

I have a serious problem with my home getting raided for a crime I don’t have any connection to.
( non-IC cut for reasons. )
[EXIT STAGE MARY. Cue the distant sound of struggle, Meowth’s familiar Bronx-accented voice, Mary calling out. She comes back in less than a minute. Never has there been a liner face than hers.]

Okay, so I was going to talk about getting treating like a second-class citizen and, I don’t know, some kind of legal options for us, but instead I have to go bail my cat out of jail.

Well, why not.

[Skldjfghfghkjl end feed.]

ace_of_knaves

[The NV is being held in the hand of a black haired man in a SERO uniform. He's looking over his shoulder into the baseball diamond and seems to be standing inside the entrance to the bunker. There are bodies lying on the ground close by but it's hard to tell if they are dead or unconscious. The man barks something to someone off camera then looks down at the NV. It's only when he smiles that he becomes recognizable.]

Well, Siren's Port, you've been a lovely audience but there comes a time when the show must end.

[He reaches up and pulls his wig off, oily green hair hangs into his face.]

See, since I got loose I've realized that this burg is missing something. Something with long ears and a big, silly cape.

[His eyes grow sad and distant.]

The Bat's gone. And with no punchline there is no joke. A city that would take my co-star from me...well...that's a city that doesn't deserve to exist.

[He focuses on the NV again]

So that's all, folks! Show's over! Curtain's closed! Lights are dimming! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!

[With a low, eerie chuckle he lifts a crowbar and continues into the bunker. There is static, then the transmission ends.]

[OOC: Joker won't be able to respond to anyone but people are free to talk amongst themselves]

thepull_mods

Friday, June 15th 2012

Weather Sunny and clear. Rain developing near midnight.. High 18°C and a low of 11°C (65deg;F/52°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 5:11am, and evening sirens are at 9:15pm.

News & Advertisements

- Morning news reports indicate a disturbance at the city’s Baseball Diamond late last night, which is rumored to have resulted in the death of several voided guards on duty, but the Government has been tight lipped on details, and security is certainly buzzing down at the Core by morning sirens, with plenty of strong-armed reinforcements. No one is talking about exactly what happened, and AGI news sources, usually quick to report on core-related conspiracy or newcomer terrorism, seem to have pulled the plug on related reports, resulting in a full media blackout on the issue.

However, SERO teams which regularly monitor Core activity say that multiple energy readings are in flux, and that something must have triggered a malfunction around midnight last night.

...and local bounty hunters might make note that The Joker’s bounty has seen a significant raise overnight, along with police watch out on a few other escapees from St. Teresa’s Sanitarium.

- The hunt remains on for little Violet Whelan, as another anonymous note appeared at the Fletcher residence this morning: “I still haven’t heard that public apology, Diane. Mommy needs to learn to play nice with the nasty Newcomers, or she’ll never see her little Violet again.”

Mrs. Fletcher’s coworkers, many of whom are aware of her activity with Mothers Against Newcomers and sometimes mock her at the office for taking the day off from work to participate in protests, are now under investigation. Two of them, lacking Siren’s Port birth documentation, have been found to be arrivals from over 12 years ago and are currently the leading suspects, although the girl has not been found.

SPPD’s second deputy-in-command to the police chief, on the other hand, has issued a statement of apology after hearing accusations of police brutality and failure to protect newcomers from violent civilian backlash in the search for Violet.

“People are very upset about this missing girl, it is a sensitive issue from all sides, so please calm down and don’t leap to conclusions. But let it be known: I’m getting very tired of the bullshit from members of the force who are this close to losing their badge.”

-Strange reports are coming in that the fleet of hundreds of toy rubber ducks that appeared at cove yesterday, some collected by amused beachcombers, have turned into real, live yellow ducklings at morning siren. Caregood Pound has advise that these ducklings be brought to the shores of Winther's Lake in Sector 7, where local ducks may adopt them into their brood.

[Falling Shadows event has begun, withDetails Here! The mayhem will start after noon today! If you’d like to submit some news on local happenings as a result of monsters in the streets and shadowed alleyways during the day, please submit!]
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[ News Notification Thread]

got_it_memorized

[The feed comes on to a view of Axel's bedroom. There's a bit of clutter--some paperwork he brought home from the office, a few pairs of jeans thrown over the back of the desk chair, a half-eaten bag of Doritos on the nighttable--but overall it's not a hideous pigsty. Axel is seated on his bed dressed in his plaid pajama pants and an old sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up; the NV is obviously perched on a nearby shelf of some sort, within arm's reach. He's got a guitar in his lap and is messing with the strings. The instrument looks old, but not in bad shape, and Axel lets out a muffled curse as he pokes his arm with one of the untrimmed wire strings. Grabbing a pair of scissors he quickly snips off the excess and then shakes a finger at the NV.]

Okay Nav-V, you're sure you're not tone deaf?

I have perfect pitch and I am fully prepared to assist you in recording your demo.

[He makes a face.] I wasn't serious. It's been way too long.

It's never too late to pick up an old hobby.

Right. Well. I think I'll wait to see if I can even remember which string is which before I actually try and record anything. Gimme an E.

[A single clear tone rings from the NV, and Axel twists the knobs at the top of the guitar to tune one of the strings to match the note. He grimaces.]

Eugh! Out of tune is the worst; I'm glad I found new strings for this old thing. The strings it came with were in horrible shape.

[The tone stops.]

I told you last week you should get a new G-string.

[Axel glances up at the NV briefly and glowers, as if it could see him.]

Keep your smart trap shut and gimme an A.

I have no trap to shut. And I couldn't give you the note if I shut it anyway.

[Eyeroll. The device emits another tone and Axel carefully adjusts the A string to match.]

Guess it really is like falling off a bike.

I think falling off a bike is easier. Gravity is on your side, after all.

I'm thinking maybe it's time to reprogram you; you've gotten very sassy lately.

I learned from the best, Axel.

[He lifts his eyes again and shakes his head.] I think my tutelary tendencies didn't really hit the mark this time aro-- [Axel's eyes widen suddenly.] Nav-V why is the record light on?

Because you said you were going to record a demo reel. I was only doing what you asked.

I was joking! [He makes a mad swipe at the NV and his palm closes over the screen and everything goes black. There is some clattering.] Did you-- You broadcast that?? I'm in my pajamas, Nav-V! Who broadcasts a demo on the first take anyway, are you out of your circuitboard? Oh for Light's sa--

[The feed cuts. A very abashed Axel might respond to everyone who is inevitably going to poke fun at him for this shortly.]

icy_heavens

[This is filtered away from all Espada, Grell, and Hattie. He’s not up to putting up with your crap today. It’s taken time for him to even be able to do this much, even though he’s still hiding behind text. Because since when does he ever want to show emotion? He doesn’t trust his face or voice right now.]

To those it concerns, Hinamori Momo has been returned home.

[Yep, that’s it. Short and to the point. Why draw things out? He’ll just sit here in his room and continue being depressed.]

Current Mood: morose

preciouspearl

Um... hello, everyone.

[Now that she's not sick anymore, not that her friends aren't sick anymore, now that she's been here for a good three months now, Pearl turns on the video with determination. A nervous-looking, nail-chewing, hesitant determination, but she's got a purpose today.]

I'm looking for a waterfall that I could go to. Does anybody know if there's a waterfall near the city?

mentors

[Angeal has found himself stationed at Winther's Lake in the late afternoon, where the ducks have already overrun the pond and surrounding area. This can't bode well for the ecosystem around here, but Angeal has a feeling that the Darkness is well... going to end up taking care of it. Not if he can help it of course, he will try.]

So by now, I'm sure most of you have heard about the ducks. If you haven't... Well, we have a bit of a problem.

[He slides his NV over to the lake, which is filled with ducks. Most of them are small baby ducklings as mentioned in the news, and on the grass around the lake Angeal is out with some volunteers, building and darkness proofing some duck houses.]

We're in need of some volunteers to help build these, if you have the time. The current ones won't hold the new influx of them. We would really appreciate it. If you still have some ducks of your own and want to hang on to them too, I can give you a crash course on what they and where you can find the supplies. They are pretty easy to take care of while they are young like this.

[He gives the NV a broad smile before ending the feed. Come down and build some duck houses y/n?]

theorizes

I have a duck.

I don't want a duck.

[ ... no, seriously, that is it.]

willprayforyou

[Not long after the video begins, it becomes clear this transmission was not made on purpose. Seconds tick bye yet the feed remains black. However, though there are no images to entertain the would-be viewer, there is a cacophony of sound.

Somewhere nearby, children are screaming in terror while adults shout frantically. The reason for this chaos reveals itself in the form of a loud, monstrous hiss. Then, without warning, that unholy sound is replaced by the repeated boom of gunfire. The shooting seems to go on forever but in actuality only lasts a few seconds.]

“Benedictus Deus.” [An unseen woman speaks, her voice tightly controlled.] “Gloria Patri.” [These words are followed by one final shot.]

[Rustling fabric can be heard as the sound of crying grows louder and is joined by the muttered prayers of an unknown man.]

“You are safe now. That foul thing is dead.” [This declaration is made by the same woman as before, now speaking Italian-accented English.] “I will alert the authorities.”

“Thank you.” [When the man replies, his voice trembles from shock.] “Sis--Sister.”

[Finally, the video switches from black to a bright, almost blinding light. It spins, images blurring, until coming to rest upon the face of a nun, her grim expression at odds with her apparent youth. It’s obvious she didn’t expect the feed to be active and is not pleased to learn is has been recording for some time.

The nameless nun stares silently before eventually deciding to addresses her audience. Instead of introducing herself or offering some other pleasantry, she rather curtly poses a question.]

“If we truly have nothing to fear from darkness-spawned demons during the day, then how does one explain this?”

[The video swings to display the serpentine body of a night naga, which lies still in the deep shade of an enormous oak tree.]

“Bad enough this abomination should dare to show its face in daylight. But to brazenly launch an attack on hallowed ground is an intolerable act of blasphemy.”

[The video spins again, focusing on a group of children being comforted by another nun. Beside this huddled mass is a priest who stares intently at the woman filming him. Judging by his expression, he might be more afraid of her than worried about the threat of further monster attacks. Beyond them all can be seen a small, unassuming church.]

“If this is your doing, Estacado, be assured I will find you and send you crawling back to the dark pit from whence you came.”

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Latin Translation: Blessed be God. Glory to the Father.

(OOC: This post is part of the Falling Shadows Event.)

sharp

[ Suddenly ginger on your network. But no hellos or witty greetings. Amy Pond looks a biiiit panicked at the moment. ]

So, it's definitely daytime, right? It's really, actually light outside. I'm not going mad, yeah?

[ It's just after noon, and the sun is high in the sky. And contrary to her statement, she sounds like maybe she has, as her eyes flicker up every few seconds to something off screen. ]

Right. 'Kay. Then somebody please explain what that is?

[ Finally she turns her NV around to the opposite side of the baseball diamond, where the dugout is. In the shadow of the small concrete structure stands a darkness monster (it looks more like a giant dog), crouching and pacing, all snarls and spit from its roped-like mouth, looking ready to charge. Something is holding it back though. ]

Not sure I want to find out! Doctor!

[ And someone else manages to pop onto screen, not all that far off. And that someone happens to be one very cool looking Doctor. And he doesn’t look concerned. Not that he’s noticed the monster yet. ]

Amy, you don’t need to yell I’m perfectly capable of hearing—

[ and he sees the creature. ]

Now, what exactly are you? Wait. Don’t tell me. Are you an ood-dog? I can tell. You’re definitely an ood-dog.

[ and he’s moving steadily closer to the creature, sonic screwdriver in hand. ]

Doctor, no. What are you doing?

Not to worry, Amy. He might look terrifying, but like the Ood, he’s perfectly harmless. You know that, we’ve met one. …Will know that, and actually, he wasn’t in the best of moods since he was mind controlled by—

[ He’s cut off mid-sentence as the so-called “ood-dog” whips out one of its tendrils and grabs onto the sonic screwdriver. The feed shakes as Amy jumps, grabbing the Doctor's arm, fearing he might lose it. ]

Right then, maybe he’s not in the best mood either.

[ After a few more tugs, the Doctor manages to get his sonic screwdriver out of the creature’s tendrils. And as if the Doctor needed to say it… ]

Run!

( ooc; amy and eleven. the shadow event strikes! responses will naturally be delayed until they've dealt with the monster. action is welcomed though! )

mediumdrip

This weekend is Father's Day, isn't it?

Kurt's dad is amazing. He's the type of father everyone wishes they had. He's strong and caring but he won't let you get away with being an idiot either. He really centers everyone around him and guides them into remembering what's really important. He and Kurt have a relationship that really blows me away every time I see them together. They've accomplished something amazing together.

(I'm sorry if talking about him makes you upset, Kurt. We'll do something to celebrate together okay?)

It's weird because I should be missing my own father back home but right now I can't stop thinking about someone a lot of us have lost recently. I feel like I'd give anything if I could just give him a corny tie or printed coffee mug. Even if he really wasn't my dad. He took care of me.

I miss him.

I think it's good to remember people though. If you have your father or father-figure still here with you, let's celebrate him. If yours is back home or has passed away, let's remember him. And for those of you who are dads or dad-like, Happy Father's Day.