sirenspull | July 9th, 2012

July 9th, 2012

[Private to Dean // Buffy. 65% Unhackable. Lazy un-hack is lazy.]

Hey Dean, you know we said we'd do it again? Right before all the fighty badness on the dance floor? Well I want to take my friend Buffy with us this time. She deserves party-time.

[She grins mischievously.]

I promise no dancing pressure from me this time. We obviously upset the universe last time it happened. If you want to bring people? Bring people! It'll be fun. Whenever you guys want to go will be fine with me, Maybe midweek would be less chance of random battles?

hulkbusted

[The man on the screen looks utterly exhausted. Haggard might even be apt considering the greyish pallor of his skin under his dark stubble and the even darker circles under his eyes. When the video jostles in his hold for a moment, it displays his bare chest before coming up to his face. He looks like he tried to wash off some combination of mud, sand, and various other things best not examined too closely and didn't do too great a job of it. Despite that, he tries for a tired smile and a finger taps the screen before withdrawing.]

First off, I'd like to say that Tony Stark makes the world's most durable phone. I'd do a testimonial commercial, but that might be in bad taste.

Second, I've read some of the information available and I think you'll understand it's not the easiest thing to swallow, but I'm going with it as a working theory for now. Don't ask why, it's a long story.

Third... [He trails off and turns his head away from the camera before looking back at it] I don't know what the third is, let's say I want to issue a blanket apology and leave it at that.

[ooc: The Hulk ended up getting stuck outside at sundown and fought (pounding and getting pounded on) all night. Between that and a chitauri invasion, I figure Bruce is feeling a little run down.]

treehopping

[Rue's NV is lying flat on the kitchen table, you can't really see her but you can hear her humming. There's a bowl in the periphery of the camera, full of pea pods, Rue's shelling them for dinner and just as they did back in District 11 she's singing as she works in a surprisingly pleasing voice.]

Black Clouds Are Behind Me
I Now Can See Ahead
Often I Wonder Why I Try
Hoping For An End
Sorrow Weighs My Shoulders Down
And Trouble Haunts My Mind
But I Know The Present Will Not Last
And Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
It's True I've Seen It Before
A Brighter Day Is Comin' My Way
Yes Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

( (OOC cut to save space) )

((ooc: Listen to the song here))

acardic

[The characteristic reiatsu emanating from the field is probably enough of a giveaway of who has recently arrived for those who are particularly attuned to detecting it. It precedes the post by about half an hour.

The denizens of Siren's Port are treated to an nondescript view of fences, and then a person whose pallor is a far too anemic to be considered healthy or even compatible with life. Ulquiorra frowns as if to preemptively dissuade unnecessary discussion, and he speaks in a tone all at once dryly thankless and vaguely threatening. Even as he asks for information, the act distinctly comes across as an order.]

It would be wise if somebody were to inform me of where I am, and who is responsible for bringing me here. The trash from SERO, and AGI were most uninformative.

[After that pleasantry, the tone levels off into a much more business like demeanor.]

Should the other Espada be present, we have much to discuss.

benderisgreat34

[The video feed starts out extremely blurry, then comes into focus to reveal a shiny, burnished metal robot. The feed dims and blacks out very briefly as the robot blinks, and a sink faucet is barely visible at the bottom of the screen, suggesting that you are, in fact, seeing what this robot sees, and that he is looking at himself in a large bathroom mirror. Satisfied with the focus, he waves amiably, feigns clearing his throat, and begins to speak:]

Hi, everybody! This is your old pal Bender, hoping some of you gross, drippy meatbags are up for some summer fun!

You guys know that burnt-out old baseball field? Who's up for making some teams and playing a couple exposition games? Charging admission, naturally.

Advertisement space, concessions, merchandise licensing, betting on games and then rigging them, we could make a nice profit in some other ways, too.

Who's in?

thepull_mods

Monday, July 9th 2012
[OOC: Sorry for the belated posting guys, this got put up on the mod journal last night by accident!]

Weather Mostly sunny. Risk of a shower or thundershower. High 29°C and a low of 22°C (84deg;F/71°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 5:22am, and evening sirens are at 9:13pm.

News & Advertisements

- A new SERO invention is revolutionizing the office supplies market! The Patented PPHD: Pocket Protector w/ Homing Device, will ensure your pens never go astray again! Just activate the protector and your personalized pens, no matter where they are, will take an interdimensional hop back to your pocket! No more misplacing your writing implements! Compatible with any SERO-brand refillable ink pens.

In a brief interview appearing on the news this morning, the absent-minded inventor demonstrates his product, explaining that the technology was developed by a Hillsdale graduate physicist, trying to mimic the ‘Pull’ of The Core. Experiments have only proven successful with small objects, such as writing pens. SERO plans to invest money from the sale of this product back into his grants to continue research in Core Physical Theory.

-A small SERO-funded lab has come forward to issue a bid for a lost chimera that escaped from their facilities last night. The creature is large and predatory, though the researchers believe he won't harm any civilians unless provoked. "He's very cooperative," Sarah Montgomery said in an interview. "He just was spooked by one of the other animals and broke away from his handler." The lab has been working on vaccinations and pharmaceuticals for mixed breeds of animals since 1962, and SERO began funding its facilities since 1980, when the lab faced closure.

The local humane society, however, urges that no one help the lab recover their lost property. "This creature deserves to be in the wild!" Oscar Lynns said this morning on Wake Up, Siren's Port. "These people have taken a beautiful animal from its natural habitat and are using it for experimentation! Leave it alone!" Others, still, urge authorities to be called so that it might be given to the local zoo, if not back to the lab itself. No one should approach the beast. If spotted, it is imperative that the authorities are alerted

- The Siren’s Port Sanguinarian Society is holding its Semi-Annual High Tea at the Wyland Winery & Statue Gallery in Sector 5 this friday. Blood donors wanted, free refreshments and a valuable networking resource! Must test clean, contact our club concierge @ NV# 54-2611.
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deformed

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bosomist

[She has done this before. It is disconcerting. She had no memory of Siren's Port while in Nirvana, but standing back here, in familiar surroundings, she remembers it clear as day. She left. She left, she left, she left- it is a bittersweet feeling to be back here.

She left.

There is a lot to think about. But she makes on decision quick fast; play dumb. Docile. Feign recollection. Too much time has passed. Too much has changed. Hannah will not make herself an enemy willingly. She does not trust her voice. ]

I am displaced. I am not a special case, nor would I claim to be. But this is not where I was. This is not "home".

[A deep breath. She checks for spiders; she keeps her expression wooden. There is a part of her that is convinced that Claude will smell her lies a mile away.

No matter. ]

My name is Hannah. The pleasure is mine, whomever may read this. I am looking for my master; perhaps I am foolishly optimistic to hope that he is here too. Earl Trancy, the younger.

[Her hands do not shake. She is grateful, at least, for the lasting effects of Nirvana. For the first time, she finds herself nervous. ]

Good day.