sirenspull | September 4th, 2012

September 4th, 2012

[ Jake's taken off his skulltop NV so that he can look directly at it while he addresses people, instead of his normal tendency to wear it and be completely out of view. He looks a lot less chipper and energetic than he usually does, almost like he's a little down in the dumps about something.

Frowning at the NV for a few seconds he finally clears his throat and starts talking. ]

I've been putting this one off for long enough already. I guess it's time to bite the bullet, so to speak and make an announcement to the public.

[ He hesitates, shifting in his seat as if to make himself more comfortable. ]

Now it's been awhile since John Egbert up and left, so people may have noticed his disappearing act prior, but... Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker, and Dirk Strider all hung about for awhile after that. Though no permanently from the looks of it.

[ Another pause, it's like he really doesn't want to say the words. If he says them it becomes real and final! ]

I thought waiting it out would do the trick and they'd pop back into town, but I'm starting to have my doubts. Needless to say, I'm almost positive the whole gang has landed themselves a one way ticket back home.

thepull_mods

Tuesday, September 4th 2012

Weather Mostly Clear & Sunny.High 24°C and a low of 15°C (75°F 63°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 6:38am, and evening sirens are at 7:43pm.

News & Advertisements

- City DMV Baffled at Strange Appearance of More Vehicles!

Several more dozens of cars, planes, tanks, motorcycles, several satellites and even a spaceship have appeared in Sectors 1, 5, 6, largely in more suburban neighborhoods. Several streets have been blocked by the appearances of many unregistered vehicles and planes. SERO and AGI has already offered to take up the burden of the overcrowded DMV and towing and salvage lots. Already there have been reports of youths taking to the streets racing each other with newly found sports cars.

- ARE YOU TOUGH ENOUGH?
Coming to your TV screens this Fall is the biggest, baddest, most extreme show the Port has ever seen: the first Siren’s Port City Slamfest, a no-holds-barred fighting tournament starring some of the wildest warriors around. Heads will roll, hearts will break and emotions will run high- who will emerge victorious and take the title of Slamfest Ultimate Champion? There’s only one way to find out: fight!

(The article, in somewhat less hyperactive terms, goes on to explain that scouts will be out and about at Port gyms, dojos and fighting-based clubs, looking to sign competitors up to the first round of qualifiers, which will take place on the 8th and 9th of September to be televised the following Wednesday. In addition to this, during the run-up to the first show AGI will be running a heavy advertising campaign, with ‘sneak peaks’ of the various (and attractive) local fighters already signed up to compete.)

- STICKY FINGERED THIEVES STEAL MAPLE SYRUP!!!
Last Friday, Quebec officials announced that sticky fingered theives had made away with an estimated 30 million dollars worth of maple syrup from the Canadian province's syrup reserves. Police are already on the investigation, trying to hunt down those who are responsible for stealing away 1/4th of the province's reserve. Although officials had reported that Canadians and the rest of the world shouldn't worry too much about a lack of sweet, pure, syrupy goodness, here in Siren's Port it's a different matter.

The news reached Siren's Port trade officials early this morning and retailers are already beginning to adjust their prices accordingly. Quebec is responsible for 75% of the world's maple syrup and with 1/4 of that reserve missing, it's bad news for Siren's Port importers, at least in the short term. The already expensively priced syrup is estimated to become, unfortunately, even more expensive to purchase in the coming weeks. The only advice that can be given to avid lovers of maple syrup until the culprits are caught is this: stock up now, Siren's Port, unless you wish to cover your pancakes with table syrup!
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comeshonesty

[ the video reveals an older man, thin nearly to the point of being skeletal, dressed sharply in a black suit and with his black hair slicked back. he's sitting neatly on a bench somewhere under a street-light, surrounded by the darkness. he seems comfortable enough with it, though-- it suits him.

there's a silver-headed cane propped against the bench beside him, a drink in a paper cup next to his thigh, and he's balling up the foil from what looks to have been some kind of chili-dog. there's no telling how his device is propped up, because it simply seems to be hovering in the air.

he finally glances up at it, black eyes strange and somehow terrifying despite his relatively harmless appearance and mild expression. long fingers curl around the cup and he takes a sip through the straw before seeming to settle on what he wants to say, his words deliberate and tone even, hinting at no particular emotion beyond perhaps the faintest trace of annoyance. ]

Well. So much for the star that I was rather occupied with. How is it I wind up on this dismal little planet so often.

[ he licks his thumb, setting aside the foil. ]

I suppose I could blame it on a certain significant other--[ chuck, he's looking at you. 8| ]--being rather himself. Or the Winchesters, perhaps, given their remarkable lack of self-preservation as a family. Or the little winged children bickering so much.

[ a pause, gaze lifting again, intense and disturbing. ]

Well. Shall we all coexist peacefully, then, or will I need to turn someone over my knee?

jokesonthem

[It takes him a while to figure out the NV. (In fact, it takes him a while to realize he has it, busy as he is searching for somewhere to wash the dirt off his face, pacing back and forth a lot, and laying down to will his wounds to stay closed.) He has, in truth, not a clue how it works, except that it seems to respond to his touch. He has poked tentatively through network broadcasts and determined the meaning of "video," the only command the thing offers he doesn't recognize--although he hesitates about touching that command, himself. He is dissheveled and in his pajamas and looks quite rattled, in his opinion, which surely is too embarrassing to show complete strangers.

... But maybe they would have some sympathy for him if they could see his face. He turns on the video...

...giving everyone a lovely view of his nightshirt's collar and the lower half of his face. There is a plaster on his cheek, and some wrapped bandages visible crossing his collarbone.]

Well, is this thing working? [He taps the screen sharply, then holds the NV a bit farther away, which puts the rest of his face (and more bandages!) in view-] How am I supposed to tell--oh, is that me in the corner?

[Serious time, Reim. He squares his jaw and regards the NV with his best business face.] My name is Reim Lunettes. I would like to request several things, if I may: information, something to write with, and-- c, clothes.

[He mumbles the last part. This is humiliating...]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

[He nods, and his eyes dart around in the typical manner of someone who has no idea how to find the 'stop' button, but he gets it eventually, and just before he finally presses it he adds (an afterthought, his voice climbing out of its calm tone and becoming decidedly freaked out by the end):]

If--If there is anyone here who knows me, please come and find me!!

[oh wow this is so embarrassing he has to go FEED CUT]

lockandkeyblade

[You're very tall today, Siren's Port. Or rather, Sora's in a place high enough that we should all watch our step or risk a very, very long fall. Sora's rather at home at the edge of the rooftop though, and the NV's steady where it's been set. Sora's busy chewing on his pencil's eraser, pondering what to write.]

I've been thinking. We've all got things we regret. We beat ourselves up, even if there's nothing we can do about it.

[Sora's pencil takes to the paper, scrawling out his thoughts.]

'If I could just go back in time, maybe I could fix it. If I could do it all over again, I'd really change things! Make it all better.'

Right?

[He finishes decisively. Then... turns it over, folding it lengthwise. Corners down, foldback the edges and... there. One completed paper airplane, wings branded with Sora's distinctive handwriting.]

The other day, a really brave friend taught me something important. Me and my friends, we've been in some pretty scary places. When you're lost in the darkness, it can get really hard to find the light.

[He pushes up off the ground with a small bounce an stands upright on his own two feet.]

But it's always there-- you just gotta look for it. I mean, if things never happened the way they did, who knows where or even who we'd be. I'm me because of the good and the bad. Mistakes and all. I'm me because of my memories, and the people I've met along the way. Including everybody here in the Port.

It's not easy letting go. Sometimes it takes forever. But one thing I know that really helps... [One flick of his hand sends the paper airplane flying off the edge. Sora shields his eyes from the sun and stands right at the edge, watching as the wind sweeps it up and takes it on a spiralling path out of sight.

Feels good.]

... is having a somebody who'll hear you out.

So how about it?

Ever look back? Or wish you could do something all over again?