sirenspull | September 17th, 2012

September 17th, 2012

(( Red for John, blue for Mary! ))

[Mary comes on screen looking flustered and extremely alarmed, hair mussed and all over the place, cheeks red. She's tying a bathrobe tighter over a T-shirt.]

That's it. I've had it. [So much flustered outrage!] I'm done.

[John leans into frame, looking more than a little perturbed. His shirt is buttoned wrong and he totally does NOT have sex hair. No sir.]

I could deal with this "machines gone crazy" bullshit until-

[Mary interrupts uncharacteristically.]

Toasters and NVs are one thing, but THIS is-

-It's pretty fucked-up. [John is a bit calmer, if still mildly traumatized-looking.

Mary fitfully pulls her bathrobe shut tighter and launches into what appears to be the start of a rant.]

We don't have enough on our minds, that we have to be afraid of-

[Fin. Someone (John) had the sense to shut it off.]

hejhej

[Oh shit that doesn't look good. She's got a cut across her forehead and eye that she's trying her best to patch up, but it's bleeding.]

Fucking computer... [She then goes into a slew of Swedish as she cleans herself up.]

And now it's opening up everything and eating up my memory until my CPU crashes.

[Her sentence comes out in a growl, utterly pissed.]

thepull_mods

Monday, September 17th 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 6:57am, and evening sirens are at 7:16pm.

NEWS
- Technological Mayhem at an End?

Things returned to relative normalcy in Siren's Port this morning as no reports were received of any abnormal technological activity. The SPPD cautioned drivers this morning to be extra careful regardless, and citizens have been advised not to let their guard down just yet.

Besides the bizarre ninja who first appeared within the virtual reality games at Zipz Arcade, no other suspects have been identified. The SPPD made an official statement today saying they would do everything within their power to bring this troublemaker to justice and that a bounty would be posted.

The actual damage to the city has been minimal, but questions of insurance claims have been raised, and the price of food and other such staple commodities are expected to rise.
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[ News Notification Thread]

integra_hellsing

[ Integra appears on the screens of everyone's NVs, a frown tugging at her lips. This isn't exactly unusual, mind you, but really, it's easy to tell that there's something wrong. ]

For those of you who knew my grandfather, Abraham van Helsing, and his good friend Doctor John Seward... they have left the city. For those of you who did not know them... that's a shame you did not get a chance to meet them. They are wonderful men, and they will be missed.

[ She pauses here, before releasing a soft sigh. ]

Tell me, is there a Miss Re-L Mayer here? There is a letter I have sent to you, via Doctor Seward's instructions. Please be on the look out for it. Thank you.

antinouswild

Madams et Messieurs,

[Alabaster skin, waving blonde hair, eyes very blue. The face on the monitor is finely drawn, even beautiful, but looks ill at ease.]

I am used to addressing people, but not using this new invention. Please excuse me. I realize that I am a newcomer here, and that I am to make myself known using this… thing. I was baffled when I found it. I’ve never smoked in my life.

At any rate, the time has come for me to discover what I can about myself and my new surroundings. If I may glean some knowledge that I may take back to my own home, I shall not consider myself ill-used in any way. Consider me a pupil, kind people.

I have logging, and have been offered work. What employment I shall accept still remains to be seen. However, the food that has been left to me is far too much for one person. Wasting it would be obscene. I would like to find a way that it can be distributed among those who need it more than I, but I’m not sure how to do so.

If anyone can offer assistance, please contact me. I’m positive I will learn how to receive your message on this device by the time you have finished.

[The NV jostles, but does not turn off. Enjorlas is seen for a moment muttering to himself.]

Now, how to send this… What was it I was told… the button on the…

[And the feed clicks off.]

faking

I never thought it would, but technology has finally lost its shine. Cars were a great change from horeshit in the streets, and touchscreen junk was all pretty interesting, but...

[This boy seems forlorn, like the Tooth Fairy's lies have all come out, or like someone's just told him that white chocolate isn't real chocolate. Conmen!]

It's all so normal now. Magical boxes named after fruits aren't magical anymore. YouTube isn't a sign from or against God. I don't even know when that happened, but I'm not a fish out of water any longer. Didn't it kind of feel like a status symbol at first? Being from times forgotten or unknown, that sad mystery? So, the integration really is queer. And I'm only using that word out of defiant nostalgia because it doesn't even mean the same thing now! [A huff of a laugh, a see what I mean? shrug.] I miss my temporal paradoxes, to tell you the truth...

[How wistful.]

And I miss castles, and my castle. Or, well, everything there was a castle compared to the apartment buildings and offices here. The new-new millenium is harsh and clean, but they don't make things pretty anymore. You know that? I have a book, of course, on the house I left behind all that time ago -- it still exists here, just old and full of tourists -- but it will never look as good as it did when I was its master. So cars sure are something, and the idea of airplanes - well - they made me want to shit myself, but they're amazing. And - And people have gone up to the fucking stars! [For the first time during this feed, he's lit up, quite taken with this idea but protesting it at the same time.] People can kiss moondust for real! And the sun is, it's... Your twenty-first century lot's all over the sky and I can blow dry my hair if I want to and take bright pictures any time I want, but even then, I'm not glad to be accustomed. I don't like...

[His nose wrinkles, and he doesn't say whatever it is that he's really thinking. Instead he sets his chin at his palm, and considers the NV in front of himself: its buttons are well worn by his thumbs. It's the first piece of technology he ever 'bonded' with, and there's been a lot of him in it.]

If anyone new here is listening to this, I just want to say that there are worse hells and homes than here, and you can find them if you really want to. I thought maybe I wouldn't talk anymore, that I could recreate my home here in a house that's almost as grand and much more full of people, even if they're people who fucking leave all the time. But this isn't anything like that. This is more of the world than I ever knew, before.

[That... became embarrassing, somehow. Alois shakes his head quickly, and splays his fingers over his cheeks.]

What I'm saying is that I still, still, still don't know what to do, but there's plenty of praying mantises to be found in the garden this time of year!

[SHORT BREATH. Never mind all of that. He slouches a little, to make himself more comfortable, and takes a tone of business instead.]

Lastly: Hannah, you'll take a word with me in my bedroom.

((Me? I've been gone and MIA because life enjoys its shenanigans. Him? Well, housemates and co., he's been around, but hermity and moody and not as HILARIOUSLY GREAT as he usually is ~~which was a nice time of respite, I'm sure~~.))