sirenspull | July 31st, 2012

July 31st, 2012

[The vampire in his natural form, red eyes seeming to glow in the long shadows of the basement room.]

Heh. A fine night for a bite to drink.

Or a good hunt.

thepull_mods

Tuesday, July 31st 2012

Weather Sunny and clear.. High 28°C and a low of 15°C (82deg;F 59°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 5:49am, and evening sirens are at 8:48pm.

- Young Caped Crusaders Back In Action?
Siren's Port has seen an upward turn in vigilantism this past week after an alarming surge in day-walking monsters. Would-be superheroes have taken up the task of extermination of new species of monsters, including previously undocumented flying reptiles.

Police, however, question the validity of some of these accounts, including one bizarre incident of a Silverback Gorilla and a boy fighting said monsters in Sector 10, while a half-wolf woman and a giant species of white tiger were spotted downtown.

Not all residents are impressed by the recent show of heroism. "I don't care what they call themselves or whatever fancy feathery getup they've sewn up," says bakery owner Susan Boil. "They're hooligans. They smashed those purple monsters and now there's apple pie all over my store display. If they want to be a real hero, have them come down to my store with a mop so they can clean up their own mess."

In other news, one building scheduled for demolition and an intersection on the corner of San Fernando and Fourth both suffered structural damage several nights ago. Traffic has been redirected until city workers can finish repairing the thirty-foot wide trench.

As for the warehouse, Arthur Bent and fellow city workers have been forced to delay demolition. "Sliced clean through. Like a knife through butter," says Arthur Green, who is responsible for on site safety. "It would've been easier if whoever did this just knocked the whole thing down altogether. What a mess."

No further explanation has been offered by the authorities for either incident at this time.
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[ News Notification Thread]

got_it_memorized

[The following text will be received by basically anybody Axel gives a damn about. If you are not certain you are in this circle, the criteria are as follows: 1.) you have spoken more than ten words with Axel on three or more occasions, 2.) these words were not fighting words, 3.) names have been exchanged, and 4.) you are not a raging gigantic douchebag (Saïx has a get out of jail free card on this one). Joe, you're in, so there.

If in doubt, ask? If we have threaded much at all it's prolly cool for you to reply if you want.]

Roll call, guys; olly olly oxenfree. Seems we might have another hunt going on right now, so if you don't answer this within two hours consider yourself warned that I'll be portaling into your house to check on you whether you like it or not.

[ooc: i'm not actually expecting every single person Axel is pals with to respond, so if you'd prefer it just be assumed that is fine too. alternatively, if you'd like for Axel to portal into your house and scare your roommates, that is also fine, just let me know! XD]

blondandperfect

[Audio]

[Hello port, welcome to Hattie's Drama Session #834,329, live. It's important because she is a special snowflake, see. You're greeted with the sound of grumbling, a slam of the door, and heavy stomping along the floor. Moments after there are some voices:]

Hattie? How did things g-

GO PLAY IN TRAFFIC!!

[Seriously, Ella, you should know better by now. That bit is followed by stomping up a stairwell, a slamming of another door, then finally a muffled, frustrated shriek- Presumably into a pillow. There's about three minutes to let this awkward moment sink on, or move on to something else.]

[Video]

[Hattie is sitting on her bed, with the biggest pout she can muster, with her arms crossed.]

It's been a year. A whole year and nothing's changed. I am so sick of this place!

[Another moment of silence, followed by a sigh of resignation.]

Does anyone like brownies? I made too many, and I don't want them anymore.

momchester

[Counter to her last post, Mary is calm, composed, put-together, an iron look of determination in her eyes.]

If you've called someone and gotten their voicemail in the past three days, you need to comment here and tell me who it was.

I don't care if you think they got sent home, if they have an alibi, if they're supposed to be on a week-long vision quest, I don't care. If there's someone, anyone who you can't get ahold of and isn't absolutely definitely accounted for-

[Mary stops, folds, unfolds her hands. When her sleeve pulls back slightly, you can see a pair of handcuffs around one wrist.]

There might be another Hunt going on. We have to figure out now how many people are missing. Rationalizing where they might be, telling yourself it's not a big deal- forget that. We don't have time to second-guess.

I'm starting the list with Yosuke, Bigby Wolf, and Jesse Turner.

[Her hands are shaking a little. She grits her teeth slightly.]

Michael, everyone from last time- if you know where the grounds are, please. We need to stop this.

dialogic

( Cut for Green font )

I think i can safely say these past four days have nicely kicked off the worst week of my entire life.
And would you look at that?
Absolutely no end in sight!
Like the universe has turned into some huge cosmic asshole who wanted to have a good chuckle as my suffering and misery at the hands of an even bigger asshole.
The worst part being how i dont actually HAVE HANDS OF MY OWN ANYMORE!!!
Whoever or whatever started this whole friggin body switching fiasco better fix everything soon.
Im sick and tired of seeing striders stupid computer clone go hog wild on my body while i cant even raise a finger to stop him!

((OOC. Just let me know if you'd rather me drop Jake's text))

circumsutus

Wanted: One new or gently-used scythe, or the contact information of someone able to make a similar item to order.

showbizpanache

[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]

All of you, please.

Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.

[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]

aslandish

[ Months have passed since he last addressed the network, and though he himself is well, there are things that trouble him. Today, there is no joyous song for the morning, but rather a solemn address. ]

The worlds are ever-changing. Conflicts arise when choices are made.

Without temperance, there is much to be lost and little to be gained.

Guard yourselves, and be mindful in all things.

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! ]