sirenspull | August 11th, 2012

August 11th, 2012

Saturday, August 11th 2012

Weather Sunny. High 26°C and a low of 15°C (79deg;F 59°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crecent

Morning sirens go off at 6:04am, and evening sirens are at 8:30pm.

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- Siren’s Port’s Liquor Control Board, presently under non-profit operations through a subsidiary of AGI in order to save valuable citizen tax dollars, has revoked over 25 licenses this weekend, making it illegal for these businesses (all SERO-affiliated or privately owned) to sell alcoholic beverages from now throughout the months of August and September, after which they may re-apply if fines and fees are paid off. The expected revenue will allow for the city to offer better tax cuts and benefits to businesses who are ‘playing by the rules’.

Tony Delanore, a representative from the board, says that licensing officials have been making several undercover inspections, and have found that many of these smaller businesses are not as responsible with serving alcohol to minors and making sure that drunks don’t stumble home out into the darkness, hardly as strictly regulated or accountable as those flying under the AGI flagship.

Still, this sudden wave of aggressive regulation is being challenged as it did when several AGI managers, already with decades of experience in the industry, were given free reign over the government office several months ago during Governor Townshed’s desperation to fulfill his campaign promises of balancing the city budget.

Among businesses with licensing abruptly pulled, SERO’s popular Steampunk-themed bar Gearheads has been written up for serving their own distilled homebrews and tinctures, several of which have been reported to have dangerous side effects. Dog’s Breakfast Pub has yet again been pulled for full inspection, citing structural instability in the historic building and pest control problems, but the dogged management yet again brazenly announced plans to fight back against this ruling. The Sanguinarian Society has also pointed fingers at the unassuming local staple Tordu Lune Inn, a hole-in-the-wall non-affiliated tavern joining sectors 1, 5 & 7, famous for serving up ‘rare as you dare’ carnivorous pub grub.

In response to recent concerns about the long term effects of binge drinking on powers and abilities, AGI’s Bar & Restaurant Association have signed new documents affirming their commitment to beverage safety, including better server and bartender training, closer inventory watch, teleportation escort services available for a small fee from any company affiliated establishments.
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[The camera adjusts, and Ciel Phantomhive looks...distinctively disheveled. Bedheaded, shirt untucked, and ... is he sitting backwards on that tea table chair, legs straddled, straining his poncy boyshorts? No stockings today? No shoes, either?

Despite this, he's found the most outlandishly feathered top hat to perch on his head, and addresses the network with a farcical, overly-affected accent]

Hallo, Siren's Port! And my, what a lovely day it 'tis!

Of course, it's probably lovelier for me than you, because I get to live in a huuuuge house and have servants take care of ALL of it for me, since dust makes me sneeze, and cats make me sneeze, and I get sick if I do any work at all, and I'm probably too weak to lift up a broom, even if I wanted to.

[And he takes an overly delicate sip of lemonade, from a teacup, pinky out. Mid-way through the sip, he sputters with laugher, and quickly shoves the china cup and saucer aside.]

So I know what you're all thinking- Who IS this dreadful body-pirate, and what has he done with the Ciel we all know and laugh at behind his back?

Well I'm here to tell you that's all a pack of lies!

I'm Little Lord Fancy-Pants, and I'm here to tell you all that I sleep in a frilly light purple nightgown, and all the little shorts in my closet are so tight I'll probably sound like a pinched little girl for the rest of my life!

(By the way, if you stop by Funtom Toys today, and buy anything from the bakery or the twee selection of dainty nursery amusements, Gilbert will throw in a free breakfast scone. Which I'm sure you can use for a doorstop or a paperweight, or something sort-of useful?)

[His voice flattens somewhat, with a roll of his eyes, as he drops into a more comfortable slouch with his arms folded over the back of the chair.]

And seriously. This whole lousy business has already happened to four of my friends now, and it's not funny anymore, so we need to get our hands on whatever's been doing this and stop it before anyone else is forced to be stuck as a sissy-boy without any kind of warning.

[Privated, to his own NV. Weird.]

...and hey, Teabags. I know you're probably listening, all totally horrified. Don't wet my pants or my bed. Do yourself a huge favor and don't kill yourself being me, okay? Or I'll ruin your life.

Go bug Riku, if you really need a protip figuring out how to function with two eyes, darkness, and actual muscles. Don't make any of the girls upset, or I'll come right over there and sock you in my own face.

There's probably a stone in your pocket. It could be still full of my soul somehow. Don't you dare lose it, and take it away from my body, or something horrible will happen to both of us.