sirenspull | August 15th, 2012

August 15th, 2012

Wednesday, August 15th 2012

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[ News Notification Thread]

inthejunk

[Hey, Portians. Yosuke is done hiding behind the voice function, seeing that his face isn't uglied up that badly these days. In fact, if you ignore the big cast on one arm, he looks pretty much like the usual old Yosuke. Albeit, he hasn't touched up the roots of his hair (oh look, he's a brunette after all) which is definitely weird for him, he looks cheerful enough.]

[You've missed these up the nose shots while he finds the camera angle he likes, admit it.]

Hi, everyone.

I wanted to thank the people who helped with the Open Mic night, and everyone who turned up for it too of course. It was a pretty good success! Because some money was made, I have good news to announce.

The Cat's Eye will be open now every Tuesday and Saturday, all day long. Our manager Raul Creed-san isn't available for comment, but I promise you that I'm the executive type of dishwasher, and I'm authorized to make this sort of declaration.

We wanted to kick off this Saturday with a special menu, but since we haven't found a cook yet we might need to take a rain check for that. But I promise I make really great coffee, and our beautiful barmaid Nill-san will keep your glasses full.

Um, about that. Does anyone have some cooking experience? If you don't mind...let's say "growing with a business" it should be a great second job! I promise, the boss isn't a huge jerk.

Anyway, besides that there was one thing. I uh...I guess I need to learn a few things about accounting and that sort of stuff. Since I haven't finished high school, and I don't really want to, is there a way not to bother with university? Aren't there some technical schools around, maybe? That way I don't have to waste time learning.

...Extra things, I mean. Uh.

Thank you for your time! And we appreciate your continued business while we find out feet again.

[He'll just finish this with a bright "Thanks for Shopping at Junes!" smile. Yeah, that should do it.]

towerlocked

[Snow is sitting outside, carefully weaving straw together to form a doll. It's something she's done so many times to pass the long hours. When she's finished she says a quiet prayer]

God, watch over us as we face whatever comes. Give me strength to endure the dark days. Guide me to my purpose. There must be some reason why I am here.

[she closes her eyes, not really noticing if anyone is watching her]

jackblocking

[Some of you might just know, or have met one blond-haired little brat by the name of Oz. Some of you may have even had to bear the brunt of his teasing or his amusement, and some of you might just be able to say he's your friend.

But have any of you ever seen him dressed like his partner in crime?

Because guess what? Now you can, when 'Oz' tosses 'his' NV onto the dresser in Alice's room and steps back, executes a light little spin step that sends the long red coat out, billowing around him. He's also wearing Alice's cute little black micro-mini skirt and white shirt... and the whole thing is topped off with her black and white heeled boots - though he does kick his feet out a few times with a frown.]

Why are his feet so big? They don't fit properly!

[He makes another face, then sticks his tongue out at himself in the mirror - right before he reaches back and, unhesitatingly, seems to rid himself of a wedgie.]

Ugh! And what's with these weird undergarments?! Gah, but at least now my legs aren't trapped. How can they wear pants all the time? Those things are so itchy!

mirrorimage

I think I've spent enough time getting settled in here. I should find a job before I get evicted from these apartments, which should be any day now. Does anyone know who's hiring? I have some experience waitressing, if that helps, but I'm not picky!

I'd like to know a bit more about the factions I've been hearing so much about, too. Can someone give me some information about those?

Private to Tenma:

Dr. Tenma, I know you're probably busy. But I was wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch sometime? After I find a job, of course! It'll be my treat.

underdogged

[The bandages have long been removed, the bones set and wounds tended to and healed but the Kaiji onscreen is distinctly different. The remaining scars from the Hunt appear to be mental, left in bruise-like shadows under his eyes and a new hardness in the line of his mouth. And yet it’s more than that- he seems to bristle with energy, energy that he struggles to keep under control as he talks.

In the weeks since it happened, he’s been doing a lot of thinking and he’s finally ready to speak out. His voice trembles with anger and bitterness.]

Survival of the fittest. The natural order. Is that what I’m supposed to call it? Human nature? “Human nature” is clawing your way to the top of a pile of fucking bodies so that you don’t have to rot at the bottom with the scum.

[He hasn’t felt this passionate in a while and the sheer rush of it courses through him like liquid metal. It’s not just in his tone- as he speaks, his gestures are aggressive, almost like he’s readying himself for a fight. Fists clenched so that the tendons bulge, shoulders squared, head held up high and fiercely proud.

He slams a fist on the table with such force that it makes a static buzz on the feed’s sound.] And you know what? Once you’re there the smell isn’t so bad and the blood on your hands stops looking so bright because you don’t need to think about it. Everyone you crawled over stops being human- who gives a shit what happened to them, huh? No one. And I’m so fucking naïve that I had to learn that all over again since coming here.

Who’s gonna miss something that never even had a place in society in the first place? Who’s gonna miss living trash? [a harsh laugh] So, is that how they saw it?! Doing the world a favour and washing away all the garbage? Us Newcomers… we’re not people, right? So why should it be murder?

[His gaze doesn’t falter even for a second.]

Dress it up however you want, there’s still a mountain of corpses beneath everyone who turned up to that goddamn Hunt and swept it away like it was nothing. Hope they’re enjoying the view.

Fuck them all to hell.

southernreaper

Uh.

[He looks more than a little sheepish. See, he wasn't paying attention, when he started this - yesterday (sorry, Dr. Banner.) and he's just now realized what he's done...]

I know there's a lot o' folk out there who dunno how t'cook or jus' ain't got no time.

[He's REALLY awkward. Especially since, after the cookout, he'd thought he got it all out of his system.]

So, um, well...

[He turns the camera and shows the Port his kitchen.

There are pies, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and stuff that look like badly made scones (they are badly made scones, he's still working on those) over every single surface of the kitchen. Some are cooling on the stove, the chairs and the kitchen table are covered. So are the counters.

Then, he pans into the living room. Mimsy is asleep on the couch. She twitches a bit, but doesn't move as Kevin shows the one table from the barbecue that's also got desserts on it.

Kevin has a problem. A tasty, tasty problem.]

If'n anyone wants some? They're welcome t'em. I'm gonna limit folks t' one dessert a piece, but if'n ya want some, lemme know? I cain't fit 'em all into the freezer.

Umm, Sorry, Dr. Banner. I'll clean up the kitchen.