sirenspull | September 16th, 2012

September 16th, 2012

Sunday, September 16th 2012

Weather Sunny and clear. High 25°C and a low of 12°C (77°F 48°F)

Current Moon Phase: New Moon

Morning sirens go off at 6:55am, and evening sirens are at 7:18pm.

BREAKING NEWS

11:02 AM - Power Outage Sweeps Sector 4. Power has been lost in the Newcomer Apartments, the baseball diamond, as well as across the entire sector. Traffic has shut down entirely, and multiple wrecks have already been reported.

11:04 AM - Power Has Been Restored. Everything has apparently returned to normal, but the gridlock caused by the loss of traffic lights has caused at least 45 people to be injured while 13 are dead. Skye Medical and Siren's Port General Hospital have been nearly overrun with victims of this damaging technological event, but they have yet to turn anyone away in need of medical care.

1:37 PM - Thus far, no other major incidents have been reported in Sector Four. Electronics are functioning mostly as they should except in private homes. A strange crackling sound has been heard coming from underneath the baseball diamond, but no one has yet checked the source.

5:45 PM - Patrons of Lion's Gate Observatory and Club were shocked and offended when a strange, upbeat tune began to play. Nothing could be done to stop it, and the phantom image of a masked samurai dancing in the middle of the place didn't help matters at all. A projection of the lights and nothing more, the masked individual finally introduced himself as "iMax" before disappearing with a cackle.

6:15 PM - Sparks Casino and Hotel suffered huge losses today as managers realized belatedly that every slot machine was offering instant jackpots to customers. The machines were hurriedly shut down, and whatever could be saved was locked in storage.
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[ News Notification Thread]

benderisgreat34

[In the wee hours of the morning, a long robot staggers down the suburban streets of Sector 4. It creaks loudly whenever it moves, and shudders violently with every step it takes. The artificial pupils in its glowing eyes dart back and forth at random, when they are present at all. Rust encrusts swaths of its body, especially around its mouth. It's barely noticeable how rusty it is, though, because gobs of mud are caked all over it.]

[It smashes right through the 4x4 post holding a mailbox, and falls face-first into a shrubbery. When it finally extracts itself from the earth, there is a robot-shaped impression left behind, and some fresh debris on the robot itself.]

[More noticable than all of this behavior, though, and the part that can be observed from several blocks away, is its constant high-volume shouting of lively Americana folk songs.]

Went out to milk, and I didn't know how
I milked the goat, instead of the cow
A monkey sittin', on a pile of straw
A winkin' at, his mother-in-law

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up, a high tuck a-haw
And hit 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw

returnsmagic

[ It has been a long time, Siren's Port. Well, not long in dragon terms - a month in jail is like spending a day in jail for everyone else. But Aurican has learned to be sensitive to the issue of time, especially in a delicate place such as this.

Aurican is on the beach again, half submerged in the ocean. His NV seems to be hovering above his massive horned head, showing his strange, fish-like wings folded and partially submerged underwater. ]

All said and done, the jail cell I've occupied for the past month could have been worse. I was sentenced far longer than a month, but I was let go on good behavior.

Which shouldn't be surprising, as gold dragons such as myself tend to keep up with manners. Most of the time, anyway. [ Because if it was all the time, he wouldn't have been in jail in the first place. ]

I hope I still have my occupation. I do miss playing the harp.

doctor_mccoy

[Hi port. McCoy's going to yell again. He has that sort of pissed off, scrunched up look that leaves the vein in his forehead visible.

Or he has already been yelling and this is just the cool down, it's hard to tell.]

You know what I'd like? I'd like one goddamn day where something doesn't try to devour, maul, dismember, or vomit some sort of virulent substance on me. I don't know how folks around here keep just shrugging their shoulders, and if I hear one more "Oh well isn't that strange?" Like they're looking at a goddamn two headed goat instead of a man eating toaster I'm going to lose my shit.

[He rubs his forehead and drops his chin in his palm.]

You all might as well come in for your tetanus shots while it's Maxim Overdrive month here in crazy town.

justwillow

[The feed starts with the ceiling getting further away and a crash as the NV hits the floor. Willow rubs her hand looking down at the NV tapping it gingerly with her finger drawing back. Huh... No shocking.]

That’s weird.

[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]

Buff--

[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]

[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]

Will!

[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]

( TL;DR? They get attacked by Appliances. )

((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))

showbizpanache

[Kurt is at the Community Center, looking well-dressed and businesslike. He has placed his NV in front of him and speaks cordially into it.]

I'm afraid this is a tad belated, but I'd still like to extend my greetings to any and all new arrivals in the Port. I'm Kurt Hummel, assistant director of your Newcomer Community Center, and I'd like to--

[He's cut off by noise and laughter. A group of teenagers can be seen at the window, messing around with the Darkness proofing and attempting to vandalize the Center. Kurt has an unreadable expression as he pulls away and calmly steps outside.

Once he's out there, a gunshot can he heard. He's fired one into the sky.]

GET OUT! YOUR MOTHERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU! GO HOME AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN, YOU LITTLE--

[They scatter, and he calmly re-holsters his pistol and walks back over to the camera. He straightens his clothes and sits back down.]

As I was saying, welcome. If you have any questions about life in the Port or our status as Newcomers in general, don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you!

tinyvampiregod

[He has returned, a shadowy figure with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, all the better to eat you with, he is perplexed for a moment, a question creasing his brow before his mouth curves into a rictus grin.]

This place.. heh, I remember.

Integral. [No that is wrong.] Countess.

Seras Victoria.

[That grin might be soft for a moment, it has been decades- though it seems like a millennia, since he has uttered those names though they were a mantra, his mental fighting call as he murdered the souls in him.]

Are you still here?