September 14th, 2012

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Friday, September 14th 2012

Weather Sunny and Clear. High 21°C and a low of 12°C (70°F 48°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 6:53am, and evening sirens are at 7:22pm.

BREAKING NEWS
9:37 AM - Farmers were met with a rude awakening this morning when at least half of their electronic equipment went haywire. Tractors began running backwards, and more than a few workers were caught in a shower of old refuse when the manure spreader decided to fling its contents in an uncontrolled fashion.

12:15 PM - The SPPD’s phones were practically ringing off the hook today as traffic piles up continue to be an issue in every Sector. Today, they’re concentrated most notably in Sector 2. The area within a one mile radius of SERO’s Tower has been generally unaffected thus far, which has raised suspicions amongst many who err on the side of AGI or neutrality.

1:20 PM - Supermarkets across the city reported a strange phenomenon this afternoon. Every item in stores keep ringing up as 99 cents. The line-ups have backed up tremendously as cashiers have been forced to look up every item and ring them up manually.

3:36 PM - The SPPD received a call from the owner of Zipz Arcade today regarding a strange incident as well as a possible lead into the identity of the culprit behind these technological shenanigans. Though the arcade itself wasn’t damage in any way, the lights did start to flash bizarre colors, and those immersed within in virtual reality games all reported seeing a “strange samurai” with the ability to fly, perform martial arts with great precision and skill, and wield dual laser blades. He apparently issued a challenge to each and every gamer: “Fight me, if you dare.” Thus far, no one has beaten the mysterious intruder, but there have been attempts to isolate his signal and discovered where he’s broadcasting from.

- The Siren’s Port City Slamfest Kicks Off with a Bang!

The Siren’s Port City Slamfest kicked off on TV on Wednesday night with a round-up of the previous weekend’s preliminaries, and certainly no one could accuse it of being boring, with an hour and a half of non-stop action, drama and tears. By the end of the qualifiers the pool of talented and spectacular fighters had been whittled down to eight finalists, among them four newcomers- a fact readily noted, with some viewers suggesting that producers are trying to manufacture a Locals vs. Newcomers motif for the proceedings.

But even without the politics, there promises to be plenty of tension to keep emotional stakes high: already there seem to be rivalries developing between contestants and tensions beginning to emerge. Controversy seems to be developing around newcomer fighter Claire Stanfield, who last year was arrested on suspicion of the infamous subway murders. Things seemed to have started when fellow contestant Seth Taylor was quoted as saying, backstage, that it was “a damn disgrace, letting criminals compete”. The Slamfest committee have stated only that Stanfield was ultimately released and all charges dropped, and that they welcome all competitors regardless of background.
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thelittlestbub: (Plotting)
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[Well, here's a face that's been mostly absent for a long while.

Jubilee is laying on her stomach, her arms and shoulders visible. She's got a very thin, very small paint brush in her hand, and a black bowl of something brownish-red that she's applying to her skin. Her hair is up in a pair of twin pigtails. Behind her, plants of all sorts sprout, indicating that she's up in the greenhouse again.

She frowns at the design on her arm, and keeps working.]


So, guys. Everyone's noticed the weird funky things with electronics right? Hasn't hit here yet, but, ya know. Whatever. I'm waiting.

[She dips the brush into the bowl, and goes back to working on the design on her arm.]

Now, onto what I wanted to ask.

I need nude models. Men, women, pairs, groups, whatever. I'm sketching again. The pictures will be done tastefully, you can have a copy of it, if you want and nothing will go on display anywhere without express written permission.

[She puts down the brush and picks up a paper, showing it to the camera. It's a release form for pictures. She drops it next to her.]

So, anyone wanna volunteer?

[She cuts the feed.

OOC: Action for residents/friends is cool]
summing_it_up: (Hiccup: What Do)
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[All that is heard at first are blasts. Quick, short fireblasts. That and the sound of high-pitched mechanical squeals dying out in an instant.

The black blurs into light, refocusing as best it can at the framerate it's going. The rock NV ends up on the ground next to the remains of...a cell phone. The skewed angle shows part of an exasperated Hiccup and a blur of scaly black.]


–Too close! That– that was way too close!

[There is little time to recover. More of the handheld devices on display (now complete with the Viscious Attitudes app and sharp, spindly limb accessories) start to skitter all over the street kiosk. Low growling counters the screeching...followed by another violet flash of light. The kiosk and all of its inventory is left a smoldering spot on the ground. Hiccup looks relieved, taking a moment to pat the dragon's flank.]

...Thanks, bud.

[Toothless grunts, then jerks his head up as they are interrupted by a more human scream. The initial fear of the tone dives into one of anger. The boy exchanges glances with the dragon, holding up his hands as he tries to calm the man storming over toward them.]

–Those were expensive!!

H-hey, look, I'm sorry–

–Everything's DESTROYED thanks to you and your overgrown LIZARD–

[Toothless bares his teeth, but Hiccup quickly shoves himself in front of the dragon's face.]

–He was trying to help! WE were trying to survive, okay? It's not like we knew this was going to happen– !!

–You don't get it! You just don't get it!!

[The owner of the former kiosk continues, relentless with his use of expletives. He finds himself at a loss before hastily dropping down to scoop up the NV.]

Aaand now we really have a problem! Come on, Toothless, we gotta go. NOW!

[With the NV clutched tightly to his chest, it's hard to see anything or make out what's being said. But the last line is clear. And obviously frustrated.]

–I SAID I'M SORRY!!

[The feed then cuts out.]
edge_of_nothing: (Julian: I AM JULIAN 8D)
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[A short chirp signals the start of the live feed, but text immediately follows.]

>>> COMMENCING NETWORK CONNECTION
>>> CONNECTION STATUS: GOOD
>>> MESSAGE: START

> Hello?
> Hello!
> How are you today?
> Can anyone tell us where the zoo is?
> ...We got lost...


[Thank goodness for mechanical/technological communications. That television with the camera in the shop window understands them. The following image is uploaded shortly after the message is up. It shows not one, but two floating NVs hovering in close to each other.

R.A.M.A.D.A.S. is wearing a huge tissue paper pompom of hospital pink, industrial green, and neon blue. And "Julian" is the one inexplicably wearing a construction paper mustache.
]

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