sirenspull | July 6th, 2012

July 6th, 2012

Friday, July 6th 2012

WeatherMostly Sunny and Clear. High 27°C and a low of 18°C (81deg;F/64°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 5:20am, and evening sirens are at 9:14pm.

News

- SERO Scientist Presents Groundbreaking Metaphysics Theory.... In Comic Sans
Hillsdale University was home to academic uproar as a brilliant young presenter was laughed out of his own dissertation because of poor professional choice in power point font. SPU’s computer science department, home of timely and comedic hacks, immediately responded to the news from their rival school of corporate higher learning with a virus that change the default font of all of Hilldale’s campus computers to 14-point bolded magenta in the dreaded chubby typeface.

- SPHS Closes Wakerose Manor, "Ghostbusters" Speculated
Without warning, the Siren's Port Historical Society closed the doors of Wakerose Manor Museum today. Despite the house's recent troubles with what is alleged to be poltergeists, the Society has been adamant about keeping the museum's doors open for patrons, making the sudden closing of the museum a suspicious move.

Rumor has it that the Society has commissioned a crew of "ghostbusters" to deal with the manor's problems and that the museum was closed to prepare for their arrival, though there has been no comment from the Society's leadership. SPHS President Susan Martin refused to speak to reporters from her room in the rehabilitation ward of Siren's Port General Hospital, where she has been since taking a fall down the steps at the museum a month and a half ago.

-AGI Starlet Stuns by Showing in Public with SERO Wonderchild

The highly acclaimed Miss Clarice Devine, star of several of AGI's burlesque masterpieces, was seen last night in the arms of James Alan Marker, the young man responsible for SERO's recent leaps in handheld nulling technology.

The pair were spotted at the star studded midnight showing of 'A Spot of Wonder', AGi's recent trip into coming of age cinema, a theater employee, who wishes to remain anonymous, apparently found the pair in her booth after the end of the picture.

"They were really goin' at it, you know?" Said the employee, who was sent to find the AGI darling after she failed to meet her manager after the showing on time. "Didn't look like some kinda one time hook up to me, if you ask me either. Not that it's any of my business, but it looked to me like this wasn't their first time round the bend, if you know what I mean."

Neither could be reached for comment, though Devine's father, Charles Dorn, spoke for her early this morning.

"Clarice has always danced to her own tune." Said Dorn, in an exclusive. "You've seen her films, probably read her blog. She's her own girl, and knows what she wants. If she wanted this boy, she could have him. No question."

No word from either camp about what this could mean for either of their careers, but this kind of scandal never comes without some kind of cost.

The article finishes by saying several scandalous things about various cross company relationships that failed horribly, mentioning especially the ones with some sort of espionage involved, and ends in a horrible comparison to Romeo and Juliet that should offend anyone who actually has read the play.
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[ News Notification Thread]

jackblocking

[The NV flickers on to reveal a young lady, her long chestnut hair drawn back to fall richly down her back, violet eyes wide, innocently curious, just before the little device turns in her hands. There’s a dizzying shift to reveal the pitted baseball diamond around her. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft and a little unsure.]

This thing really lets me talk to others?

[Another dizzying flash of the baseball diamond as she tosses it in her hand, snatches the strange thing out of the air with a nimble hand. There’s another blink – right before a sudden smirk curves her lips, her expression both annoyed and confident. Just because she can't see him nearby doesn't mean he isn't around, right? Right.]

Oz! Oy! Answer me you useless manservant! Where the hell did you disappear to this time?! Just because that Chain disappeared doesn’t mean you and Seaweed-head are allowed to, too! If you don’t hurry up and get here, I’m going to kick both your stupid heads it, you hear me?

Oz?!

bigandbad

[Bigby's voice is a little harsher when he talks today, a little tighter. Older. Harder.] I'm not usually big on sharing, or storytelling, but that's exactly what I'm here to do today. Call it wild hair up my ass.

There's a place called Israel back in my world. Here's what you need to know about it: Israel is a tiny country surrounded by much larger countries dedicated to its eventual total destruction.

Israel stays alive by being a bunch of tough little bastards who make the other guys pay dearly every time they do anything against Israel. Some in the wider world constantly wail and moan about the endless cycle of violence and reprisal. But since the alternative is non-existence, the Israelis seem determined to keep at it. They have a lot of grit and iron. I'm a big fan of them.

I've done a lot of wondering this past week about what would happen if our little group adopted the Israel template in whole. You can no doubt guess that in that scenario, certain groups would play the part of the vast powers arrayed against us.

Every time they hurt us, we'd damage them much worse in return. It would always happen. Always. They would be the only ones who could end the cycle. They have entire empires to protect. Businesses, transports, research facilities. They could guard a thousand likely targets and there would still be a million ripe, unprotected targets open for a hit.

Interesting to think about.

empetre

[There's the face of a pony on the feed this morning, smiling softly (or at least trying to) from underneath her mane as she shifts nervously and addresses the NV]

U-Um... oh, I'm ever so sorry for bothering everypony again but, um... I-I've been told that to keep the cottages and homes here, it's necessary for poni- oh, uh, people... to have jobs.

So, um, I- what I mean is... oh....

I-I'm very good with animals, you see. A-And I've heard that a lot of the hue-manes here have them, or want to have them! So, um, if anypony needs any extra help with their pets while they work, or um... if there's been a misunderstanding and you need somepony to talk to them...

I'd absolutely love to meet all your cute pets.

in_a_dark_wood

[Dante is sitting on a bench in a park somewhere. The breeze is blowing his hair and he's smiling a strangely contented smile. One knee is hiked up with his chin resting lazily upon it as he looks down at the hand holding the NV.]

You know....I've gone through a lotta bullshit since coming here. This place is basically Fucked City. Really. It's that bad.

But...

[His eyes drift downward thoughtfully.]

But the people here can be pretty cool. It's the people, not the city, that are worth protecting.

[There's a long period of silence as he considers something, then he looks up again, lowering his knee and sitting a bit more upright.]

I'm Dante, by the way.

((ooc: Dante's permissions post))

upstairsbrain

[ Hello, world. Meet new arrival, Sam Winchester. But you might not know that it's him, because he's not showing his face yet, and: ]

This is Agent Murdock. [ He clears his throat, pausing a moment. ] If anyone's out there, and can hear me, or needs help... just let me know. I'm sort of at a loss, here, and I'd like some information. If this thing is even working, that is.

[ He's confident in his tech abilities, but something's definitely up with his phone. ]

... Thanks.

astralling

[A very pretty, highly irritable-looking woman is glaring narrow-eyed at the camera like it's personally offended her. She's sitting in a store dressing room with a sweater (tags still on) wrapped tightly, almost protectively, around her body.]

Right, so let me get this straight. Not only have I been kidnapped to the future by an unknowable force called the Core. Not only am I alone in a strange city with no sisters, no whitelighter, and no backup.

[Extremely tense, talking faster, voice still low and clipped.]

Not only am I facing down the threat of never seeing my sisters or anyone I care about again without dying or- or staying here for god knows how long, but I'm stuck in a store where these- assholes won't even talk to me because I don't have the right ID?!

[The mirror behind her loudly shatters into a thousand pieces. Prue ducks the shrapnel, but comes up looking like she feels a little better.]

...No. I don't care how long this Core thing has been here. [She sets her jaw stubbornly.] I'm will find a way to talk to my sisters.

I will find a way home.

servingfather

[There's a dark-haired woman who may or may not be familiar to some sitting in Mary's living room. One archangel has been drafted Mary's ~~babysitter~~ bodyguard and Michael tends to hang around the Winchester mama as a woman. In "Mikaela's" lap is a thick book which she seems almost done with.]

The locals have gotten a little ansty lately to pull this latest stunt, honestly I'm not all that surprised. Humanity has been at odds with itself for a long time. It's a bit...sad to see.

[She closes the book and puts it onto a nearby coffee table.]

To all of the new arrivals, welcome to Canada. Best get inside before the sirens go off.

[Private to the victims of the Newcomer Hunt]

I'm a friend of Mary's and I'd like to offer my services in your time of need. My powers allow me to take away the pain without removing the damage for any who might want to go to the police and have evidence to show for it. I can also heal any injury to appear like it never happened, which is an offer that will remain open indefinitely. You can request for me to heal you of your injuries at any time you wish and you can also request to what extent you want done.

unluckyinlove

[It's very late and the living room at the House of Emo is dimly lit. In a black nightgown and matching robe, long fuchsia hair falling down her back, Jinx paces. That pointy little nose of hers is glued to a clipboard, and she looks stressed beyond belief. At this rate, she's going to wear a hole in the floor. Poor thing hasn't slept well in days.

For a moment she stops in her tracks, then scribbles something furiously down on the paper. Immediately, she crosses it out, groans, and begins her pacing at a faster rate. Her hand fists in her hair at the roots. Frustrated tugging commences.]

Less than a week. How am I gonna pull all this together in less than a week? Ohgodohgodohgodohg--

[That's the point where the lamp blows up in a flash of pink light and the sorceress hides her face with the clipboard. The feed cuts.]

[ooc: Members of the HOE and Alice, feel free to be there already. Crowley, Mary, any other logical close friends of Jinx, feel free to offline. Just a reminder, the wedding is Friday the 13th and most everyone is invited or welcome to crash unless it's been explicitly stated otherwise.]

proxysproxy

[The feed clicks on and the NV is falling. It hits the ground with a sharp sound and a muffled curse. For a split second all you can see is worn red boots and then the NV is picked up and a baffled face with squinty eyes comes into view.] Okay, so if I... Oh, it's on. [End transmission.]

[Five minutes later, the same face blips into view.] Err, hello.

From what I've been told, there's no way out of here, so it looks like I'll be staying for a while. I guess as worlds go this one isn't so bad. Sure, nightmarish monsters come out every night and it's suicide to attempt to leave the city, but at least the birds are still singing and the grass is still green.

In any case, my name is Vincent Law. I look forward to meeting you all. [These last sentences spoken, not with enthusiasm or professionalism, but just the matter-of-fact tone of someone used to this sort of formal, official politeness.]