sirenspull | July 2nd, 2012

July 2nd, 2012

Monday, July 2nd 2012

Weather Cloudy. Chance of rain developing during the day, showers overnight. High 23°C and a low of 18°C (73deg;F/64°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 5:17am, and evening sirens are at 9:16pm.

News & Advertisements

- Craving Epidemic Sweeps the City!

Grocery store owners across the city were stunned yesterday at the record-breaking sales for orange juice and snack foods alike. The trend continues today as stores across the city are reporting shelves being emptied of products such as juice boxes, popcorn, pretzels, and other foods high in sodium content. Some have stated concerns about the sudden increase in demand, and questioned whether such a shift can be sustained in the long term.

Some are beginning to suspect a correlation between the high volume of sales and the bizarre candy rain yesterday, but as of yet, it is unconfirmed.

- New Darkness Creature Spotted!

Patrons of the Afterglow XXX were horrified last night when a strange sludge creature appeared out of nowhere near the entrance of the club. Reportedly, an oddly colored blob the size of an English Mastiff oozed through a small crack under a side entrance and began harassing the people inside, letting out an eerie wail that sounded distinctly like “raaaaaaaaaaaaaay ohhhhhhhhhhhh”. Five people were injured before security finally managed to drive it out.

The building was immediately checked for any weaknesses in Darkness proofing, but thus far, nothing substantial has turned up.

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[ News Notification Thread]

graceful_cutter

These candies are strange.

[Amy looks particularly troubled, and her lips are quite an intense shade of purple-- they look quite fetching on her, really. Maybe if her hair wasn't in curled pigtails, she could be mistaken for a rather young temptress. But her expression, that seems to be searching for something, breaks that whole effect.]

I have been craving salty things since earlier today, and it hasn't seemed to stop. Does anyone know of any saltier treat?

[What she's really craving for is high-sodium salty snacks, but being so old-fashioned, she has never had a taste of modern-day junk food. In fact, she pretty much avoids them.]

laurice

[The feed switches on to Larry standing just outside his house with a frenzied look on his face. And that's not all. His hair is green (almost reminiscent of the time he was Jokerized last year), his eyes are aglow as if he were a lamp someone switched on, his lips are purple, and his cheeks are flaming red as if he had been kissed on both cheeks by the hottest woman he could ever imagine.

Oh, and when he speaks, you will have a nice view of that bright orange tongue. His voice is frantic and possibly a little ticked. Okay, pretty ticked.]

Niiiiick! Edgeyyyyy! Where are you guys?! You never come around to visit anymooooooore! We were supposed to have lunch that one time but it snowed and everything and c'mon, we gotta do something together!

Oh man, and I want orange juice and the saltiest popcorn I can find...and uh, I don't have any OJ in my fridge...hang on a sec...ummm...

[While still clutching his NV, he strides toward the nearest tree in the vicinity, opens his arms, and wraps them around the trunk. As he does so, his hair slowly fades back to its normal brown color, but of course, he doesn't notice. What he does notice is that his NV was open while he hugged that tree.]

...l-look, it's not what it looks like! I'm not a hippie or anything! [DEFENSIVE MUCH, LARRY?] I just...kinda had to do it...maybe it was the candy...

scienceshow

[This starts out as just your average message from your resident cotton candy creeper. He was going to warn all you simpletons that obviously do not posses an ounce of logic that eating candy off the street is bad for you, and you probably shouldn't do it, especially since he's been trying to study just what these candies are made out of.]

[That is, he was going to do that, until he's suddenly jumped from behind. Luppi can be seen grabbing the Octava from the back, forcing his head back and cramming something small and green down the evil genius' throat. In the next moment he's gone, suddenly disappearing from the room to the accompaniment of static, and leaving Szayel draped over the back of his chair in a daze.]

[It's a long moment before Szayel finally lifts himself up... and instead of cotton candy pink, his hair is now BRIGHT LIME GREEN. It takes him a moment to realize this too, and its only when a lock of hair falls into his face does his eyes suddenly go comically wide.]

LUPPI ANTENOR!!!

[...what's worse is he has the extreme urge to hump wood... and he means that literally.]

ace_of_knaves

[The face in the video is haggard, with sunken eyes and unkempt hair. But it still manages a smile.]

My, my, I've started a fashion trend! Everywhere I look I see my likeness!

[Vague gesture.]

You may send my royalty check to Miss Re-l. She'll know what to do with it.

doctor_mccoy

What are you all, high? What's with sudden munchy epidemic? You know we don't have a cure for Diabetes yet, so eat some damn vegetables. Good God. [This is the sound of him judging all of you.]

Also, James Kirk's NV has been kicking messages back for awhile, Spock's too, so I imagine those lucky bastards finally got to go home. I'm keeping up rent on their property, incase they end up back here...so til then, if anyone's looking for a residence until they can get on their feet, it's open.

Just keep it clean or I'm taking it out on your sorry ass, it's not a damn frat house.

[He's in a bad mood, go figure.]

deathknellgrell

Ooooh, Siren's Port! Hel~looooooo! ♥

I've got a job proposition for some lucky person. You too can be - a Magical Girl!

Fight witches! Wear ~adorable outfits~! And gain fantastic powers! For instance, I've got HUNK RADAR, if you know what I mean - and I know you doooooooo! ☆

[ WINK ]

Sadly, however, I've got to resign my position. I just don't have the time for it anymore. And, quite honestly, I've gotten a bit bored with it. I'd just quit, but…

I'm helping to write a book on workplace etiquette, and I'm told it's best to at least try to find a replacement. Not that anyone could really replace me, ahahaha!

But anyway, if you want the job, make sure Kyubey gives you a ~real~ gemstone.

[ Grell holds up his ~~Soul Gem~~ necklace. ]

I thought this was a ruby, but now it's gone all cloudy!

Tch! I'll show you to fool a Death God, you stupid CAT!

returnsmagic

[ There's a scrambling noise, of something sharp and heavy scraping against the television. A heavy noise soon followed it, a noise that sounds remarkably like breathing, but ten times as loud, louder than a lion's and as loud as a fan of an air plane.

Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.

The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]

I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.

There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.

[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]

No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.

[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]

I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.

Life is life. Nothing more.

[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]

If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.

As usual, I am at the baseball field.

[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]