sirenspull | September 24th, 2012

September 24th, 2012

Let me tell you a story about someone not much unlike yourselves; a man taken from his home, pulled across space and time like some cheap 90s science fiction subplot to a little city called Siren's Port. Abducted, he nonetheless did everything that he could think of to fit in. He made sacrifices, got a job, changed his whole outlook on life, even accepted that vampires were real. His only family in the whole world were at home waiting for him, for better or for worse, but despite that he soldiered on.

The only thing he wanted to make life on this crazy island better was a real medianoche sandwich. Glazed ham, roast pork, pickles, and Swiss cheese pressed between two slices of Cuban bread slathered with yellow mustard. It took him months to find a place on the wretched island that could make it, slow roasting the pork, baking the bread in a hot stone oven, even using a proper plancha. The smell of the sandwich wafted toward him in this hard-working refugees' lunchbreak, tempting him away from the stuffy office he worked in with the broken air conditioner, slaving away so that the streets could be safe for everyone else.

So imagine his horror when he was served not the delicious sandwich that had been haunting his dreams for months, but this:

[ Abruptly Dexter switches to video, showing - you guessed it - a plate full of candy corn. He sweeps the camera back around to face him. ]

When a man is hungry, a man wants his sandwich. Is that too much to ask?

thepull_mods

Monday, September 24th 2012

Weather Areas of low cloud and fog in the morning, becoming partly sunny. High 18°C and a low of 7°C (65°F 44°F)

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter

Morning sirens go off at 7:08am, and evening sirens are at 7:00pm.

-Candy Corn Crazy Confounds City!
A headlining article contains several colorful anecdotes about yesterday’s strange food transformation phenomenon, which ended at midnight as the abundance of tri-colored halloween sweets turned back into our usual supply of varied consumables.

The rest of article expresses longer term concerns for the effects of continuing widespread “prank” upsets of the food and restaurant industry’s markets. Police suspect these shenanigans are not the work of the core, but may be linked to previous incidents of portwide Hooch in the Waterworks and a rash of Cadbury Creme Eggs last spring.

“Let it be known that I hate Candy Corn.” Governor Townshed told reporters yesterday with a withering glare, when asked what he planned to do about the thousands of businesses that lost money with little to sell or serve but heaping piles of sweets. He points to new stronger emergency clauses, allowing officers of the law greater authority in investigating Abuse of Powers laws, in hopes of cracking down on crime, finding and arresting The Toy Transformer, The Candy Caper Kid, and the Technopath Terrorist.

These may sound like clever media buzzwords, but sources say that SPPD has coined these nicknames for the three profiled suspects wanted for this month’s string of highly disruptive crimes against the public.

“Punishment for these serious economic stalls will not be taken lightly,” Townshed assures us, and plans to make further provisions to empower the police to be more effective against Powers Abusers.

- Perhaps unsurprisingly, a number of dentists have taken the opportunity to run advertisements for their local practices, guilting sweet toothed patients to schedule routine cleanings and check ups following yesterday’s all day candy affair.
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hungryanhorny

[Faith holds up a candy corn; face drawn into a rather big frown, glowering.]

Anyone wanna tell me what's up with this?

ooc: backdated closer to the start of all this, 'cause fff I fail. :(

tea_lover64

[The feed opens to a video, early morning, out in a courtyard. Iroh is standing outside this building, within full view. He has purposely made it as close to home as possible, with a few modern conveniences within, as well of course the necessary Darkness proofing.]

For those of you who might know me, my tea shop has been completed. It is known as the Jasmine Dragon, as it was at home. It will be officially opened for business next week. The grand opening is on Sunday. I have endeavoured to have a wide variety of tea, which is available both for consumption and purchase.

[He inclines his head]

There are positions available for those seeking employment at such a place, feel free to contact me. There are a variety of positions available, the most prominent being servers and hosts, though there are also cook positions available for the small menu of food we do have. Thank you for your time.

Current Mood: accomplished

inthejunk

[Anyone familiar with Souji Seta's apartment will recognize where Yosuke is immediately. He's sitting on the bed, which is unmade in a way it never would be if Souji had anything to say about it. There are cups of tea sitting around too, abandoned and forgotten. For all of that, Yosuke doesn't seem relaxed or well-rested. He just looks a little mussed and out of it.]

I'unno 'f anyone. Uh. Who needsta know. But somebody...he had a job. So-so, 'f you worked with him he's not playin' hooky, alright? I waited t' make sure. A while. Long time. 'Cause he wasn't answering, so I-um.

Anyway, 'm doin' this wrong. I just mean-um. Mean that Souji Seta is gone. Is all. So, please excuse him from work.

[Sorry, Portians. He's usually friendler, really. It's just been a bad month. Wake him up when September ends?]

(OoC: For people who don't know, Souji Seta is Yosuke's canon best friend and was his sole cast mate. Who also made the mistake of giving him a bottle of vodka to celebrate his 17th birthday. Whoops.)