news feed; Tuesday, September 25th 2012

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Tuesday, September 25th 2012

Weather Mostly cloudy, becoming clearer in the afternoon.. High 17°C and a low of 7°C (63°F 44°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:09am, and evening sirens are at 6:58pm.

- ”Mothmuncher” Case Reaches Court Settlement
A bizzare civil suit, brought against a mothwoman caught on surveillance camera chowing down on a garment rack at Afterglow Imports Department Store early last month, was settled in court today as Ms. Luna Motte was fined over $4000 in damaged merchandise. The court proceedings were the public shaming equivalent of a day in the stocks, covered heavily on daytime TV by AGI’s humorous news pundits, who mocked Ms. Motte mercilessly as she took the stand.

Independant News Critics say that the unnecessary circus surrounding this rather silly and insignificant suit was a flaunted demonstration of the power of AGI’s media monopoly, how the court system can be swindled into providing ‘info’-tainment, and that the entire proceedings served as a deterrent for future shoplifters or vandals at best.

- FOR SALE

One large heat lamp with adjustable output, suitable for the care of reptiles or the incubation of large bird eggs, lightly used. Was used to incubate our egg and intended for use in the nursery, but the child emerged human. Wife insists that a child of two avians might still be born totally human due to Core inflexibility and that the weird featherless thing is mine. Would be willing to trade lamp for books on raising species-diverse families or potentially a consultant with a divorce lawyer. Price is negotiable, please take this thing off our hands - we can’t just put newspaper down and diapers are expensive. Please contact Ahren for more info.
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[ News Notification Thread]

[011] video

[terminates]

[ The video opens to a newly renovated shot of Mugshots Bar. Deathstroke is standing there, clad as ever in the usual armor and mask.

Today, he's all business. ]

Mugshots Bar will re-open one week from today. For those of you interested in becoming a bounty hunter, my door is always open.

I'm also hiring. If you have experience as a bartender or bouncer, feel free to drop me a line.

[ There's a brief pause. Then- ]

Ellen Harvelle has left the Port. My condolences to those of you it concerns.

[ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]

001 :: video

[psychopath]

There and back again.

[GETTIN' REAL TIRED OF YOUR CRAP, SIREN'S PORT. Jack's at somewhere with a piano, looking like an ad for the local Renaissance fair. Long golden hair and frilly cuffs included.]

The Port has changed, since I left, of course - society always changes - but, oh, the people, water is still water even when it flows or freezes. Isn't impressive, really. Fairly tiring.

But...hello, my name is Jack, and I don't ponder a lot.

[He sighs a little.] Except...does anybody know where I can get a pair of lovebirds? Or...maybe a juvenile dragon?

Second Bite - Video; After Sirens

[in_starvation]

 [ Jessica has just woken up for the activities ahead at her night. Right now she's in a rumpled, overlarge t-shirt that's clearly been used to sleep in and somehow lacks the modesty to put on any pants. Whatever, enjoy the view of her legs, suckers. 

She's looking over her mail. Most of it seemingly appear to be in bright red envelopes. Jessica looks at them disdainfully. ]

Man, that Sanguarian-whatever Society will just not take a no for an answer. I'm not interested in being in a vampire nest. God, people, get it together.

[ She snaps her finger at something off screen and gives a little whistle. When she speaks, she has that dopey voice that only the most dedicated dog owner would use to their own dogs. ]

Malcolm! C'mere boy, help your momma with the mail.~

[ Except Jessica isn't calling for her dog.  A small, cat-sized little dragon with light blue-green scales flies into view and takes a perch on a pointed knee.  She gestures the red envelopes and with a more sterner command: ]

Burn.

[ With a warble and a hiss, the dragon lets out a puff of fire and the envelopes immediately catches fire and burns to a crisp. 

Shaking the ashes away from her fingertips, she turns to face the camera, while Malcolm tries to crawl over her shoulder for a higher perch. ]

And that is how you deal with spam mail. 

[ She gives the dragon a little scratch behind the horns. ]

I wonder if there's like a little pet club or something, for the more weirder pets. 

oo3 | video

[bondsoflove]

I'm going to be at the beach tomorrow after work at around five, to train. Sector four. Find me if you want to spar. I won't be there past six. 

I won't kill you, but I'm not going to pull punches either, so don't whine if you get your ass kicked.