sirenspull | October 1st, 2012

October 1st, 2012

Monday, October 1st 2012

Weather A mix of clear and cloudy skies. Chance of showers. High 18°C and a low of 10°C (65°F 50°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:17am, and evening sirens are at 6:46pm.

News & Advertisements

- BREAKING NEWS!
A startling number of people have called out sick from work and school this morning, and the cause of the trouble came to light when doctors’ offices and hospitals began getting flooded with panicked calls, claiming that they’d woken up to a startling overnight sex changes! Hundreds have been reporting these cases, and at this time the city has no estimate how many may have been affected overall.

Governor Townshed, presently the city’s third Female governor, refused to appear in front of cameras and announced from City Hall email this morning that he is “considering opening The Core to temporary research access, until we can assess if this problem is related to Core activity, or another terrorist pranker looking to stir scandal.

SERO’s Oberst Group for Reproductive Health & Sexual Surgeries is already full with evaluation appointments, and has already barred non-affiliates from making inquiries by phone. AGI is already planning several sex seminars and expects booming business from curious clientele at Club XXX tonight.

Viral ‘Drunk’s Game-Over’ Darkness Video Released!

Since its uploading to the network last night, this video has received over 6,000 hits and hundreds of comments, ranging from crying staged hoax to nasty victim-jeering to horrified disgust.

[Trip, stumble, and fall.

The sound of raucous laughter cuts through the feed, drowning out thrumming background of steampunk music. The video shaves wildly, catching glimpses of three leering faces leaning over camera. Abruptly, hands reach for camera-- not the man it's attached to and shoved him, laughing, towards the door.

It opens, and down down down, crashing into the pavement. Static shakes the feed, and the light shining through the crack in the door goes out as the portal slams shut.

...Silence for a moment, and a few quiet moans. The dark mist swirls lazily in the evening haze, and an abrupt coughing fit (the stench) sends the feed careening wildly again, shaking as the man gags and heaves. A squelching splatter hits the pavement, and after a moment, the perspective finally changes, rising and turning away from the door.

"No..."

Staggered steps towards the door, followed by the sound of desperate pounding.

"Lemme in..." Slurred and drunken. The camera shakes as he pounds some more. "Lemme in."

More pounding, over and over, as the pitch of his plea grows clearer with panic and a rising fear.

"LET ME IN!"

Except he doesn't see. The shambling form with dirty reddish skin that appears from out of the gloom hunches slowly towards it's prey.

More pounding.

"THIS AIN'T FUNNY, YOU GUYS, YOU GOTTA LET ME IN!"

The creature shuffles, the sound of its movement and low, guttural sounds suddenly distinct. There's a pause, a whirl of motion as the man turns and sees the hunter.

The scream that follows is shortly cut off as the monster lunges for it's pray, a splay of blood splashing the camera as the Unhinged jaw's rip into its victims neck.

A gurgle and a crunch (vertebrae snapped), and there's a brief shot of the overcast sky as the body is slung through the air like a sack of old rags. The impacts knocks the camera loose, sending it skittering over the cracked and oozing pavement.

Not to far away, the crumpled body is casually ripped to shreds. A bloodied, half-eaten arm lands with a sickening thud. Exposed bone and tissue gleams eerily next to the camera before the feed abruptly cuts out.]
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[ News Notification Thread]

rewritethesky

[There's only been a few cases and times when Namine's stayed in bed, and one case had disastrous results. Though she's not sick, what she's woken up as isn't a good thing, and she's resorted to hiding under her covers until she knows the cost is clear regarding her roommates.

It doesn't stop her from thinking about one major predicament though; having a closet full of dresses and skirts and suddenly being something that doesn't require dresses and skirts, and she certainly can't ask her boyfriend or friends for help.]

what's a good brand of jeans to wear?

12second_orz

[There may be something vaguely recognisable about the woman, perhaps in her fifties, who graces the Network this morning: a certain squareness of jaw, perhaps. Something in the sleepy droop of her eyes or the way in which the proud tilt of her head belies her rather matronly appearance, as if she couldn’t give a fuck about the fact that her suit obviously doesn’t quite fit right, or the fact that there are wisps of grey hair escaping from her rather hastily tied bun.

It might only be when she reaches for a cigarette, jams it between her lips and lights up in a series of very familiar gestures viewers realise just who she- no, he actually is.]

I want to state for the record that this doesn’t change a damn fucking thing. [It’s in the voice, too, Tonegawa’s usually smoker’s purr with a feminine edge. He sounds as pissed off as he looks- for one thing, this actually does change every-fucking-thing. For another, you try finding a pair of suit trousers to fit a forty-one inch hip at 6:35 am.] It is an entirely temporary setback, and if I catch anyone so much as smirking I will personally tie them to a telephone pole in Sector 10 with a sirloin steak hanging over their head and leave them there all night.

[The screen clouds with smoke as Tonegawa gives an irritated sigh around the cigarette, but it seems to do the job- he settles down.]

Now. To business. In light of recent disappearances, I’ve been looking for a few capable newcomers to fill the position of personal bodyguard. I can promise a healthy salary, and since they position will be held by multiple staff I won’t expect you to be with me at all hours like I have in the past. Why risk so much on just one person when I could have several to spread the weight? Particularly when our continued existence here is so tentative.

[He actually smiles, then, propping up one hand on his elbow and resting his chin on it; his tone softens, husky rather than harsh. It’s hard to say whether the change is wistful or some sort of active attempt to seem gentler, and truthfully he isn’t sure either. It’s unlikely that he’ll find another Chane Laforet, after all.]

It’s preferable that you’re affiliated with AGI, of course- but then, there’s little reason why one shouldn’t already be affiliated anyway simply on the grounds of opportunity. [pause] Another thing- no telepathic applicants, please. I’ve had enough trouble with that to last me a lifetime.

All interested parties should apply to Yukio [not ‘Yukiko’] Tonegawa at ‘Imperial Finance’ in sector three.

[ooc: art from here]

hulkbusted

[Someone has gone through several cups of herbal tea this morning before feeling assured that he's calm enough to come to the network. If he didn't have classes to teach today, he'd spend the entire day doing a thorough physical on himself. (Get your minds out of any gutters they've fallen into.)

As it is, after the initial incredulity, shock, horror, and rising fury passed, he's thrown on a button down shirt, shoved his hair out of his face, and settled down in front of the video camera.]

Broadcast to any students in his class
Good morning, students. If you're thinking about skipping class today because you're suddenly confused about which bathroom to use, don't. I'll be there and fair warning to SPU faculty, I'll be using the men's room.

Biochem students, yes, we will be having the scheduled exam.

Unfiltered
Loki. I want a word with you.

le_baron_pontmercy

[Excuse Marius, he's hiding out in his apartment and refusing to come out. Waking up with female parts does that to a guy.]

Has anyone else woken up to a...bit of a change?

( Private to Eponine )

failedparenting

[John's going exclusively text for the moment, because like hell he's showing anyone his new face. And rack.]

someone needs to fucking fix this fast. its got bad magic written all over it, and the sooner we find the witch that did it the better. it could stick if we're not fast like hell i'm going to go around like this for more than a goddamn day

[He mad. He real mad.]

blondejokes

[ HER LIFE. She's blushing, topless and sitting cross legged on her bed. She has a pale pink pillow on her lap.

She is also.....a guy. ]

Everyone who got changed, let's all switch clothing, yeah? I have a bunch of clothes I can loan out if you need some.

And I'll need to borrow some, too.

faking

If ANYONE is going to complain then i absolutely get to too.

complain!
complain!
complain!

I don't feel any better. do you?

(and he has definitely become a she.)

maddeninghatter

[ Xerxes Break is in bed, clad in pajamas and a dressing gown. The sash is pulled tight, revealing a slim waist. Wound about his neck is a scarf. It's made of - feathers?

He taps anxiously at the side of his face with thin, finely-tapered fingers. ]

Doctor Stein, give me a ring.

[ This was intended to be a private call. However, Break's entirely voice-controlled NV isn't responding correctly: because this morning, he woke up with a different voice. His vocal timbre, normally high-pitched, is now positively squeaky. ]

Or just come over. That would probably be--

ah-chiiii!

[ After making that, er, noise (which sounded for all the world like a chipmunk being kicked), Break scowls for a few seconds…

END TRANSMISSION ]

ofthursday

[Hello people, it's Castiel; it might not be all that tough to tell by the creepy intense staring, despite the change of body. She doesn't seem bothered by this whole thing in the slightest, for reasons about to become clear.]

It seems this change of physical appearance is greatly distressing for many. I don't understand. It is likely only temporary, and what is of such great import of the sex of the body you possess?

[The angel is a bastion of sensitivity, but she is genderless and has no particular preference for vessel. She doesn't understand how at all how big a deal this is for most people.]

doeswhathewants

[Female bbLoki, people. She feels pretty.]

Bravo to whomever accomplished this.

I shall have to up my game in the future.

showbizpanache

[Kurt's at the mall food court, surrounded by bags of what are more than likely girl's clothes. He left first thing in the morning before Blaine woke up, leaving a note. And now... Well, there's only so much time he can blow before he has to go home and face his boyfriend.]

U-um. Hello. It's Kurt.

Does anyone-- I need some advice.

What am I supposed to tell my boyfriend?

bosomist

[A tired, resentful voice: ]

Claude Faustus has left Siren's Port. My condolences to anyone else who was ... acquainted with him.

[Did he have friends? Hannah hasn't the faintest idea. She is tired. She is a little hurt but most of all she is going to be busy. ]

It seems moot to advertise it this way, but he often kept to himself. I suppose this is the only avenue available for anyone who knew him to know.

[She hesitates. ]

It always seems just as moot to allocate a single broadcast to the departure of one man. Such is the way of things, sometimes.

[Another awkward, heavy pause and then Hannah cuts the feed. ]

other_winchester

[ Oh, hey, look, it's Adam, who has also recently been granted boobs. Her arms are folded across her chest and she keeps blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face because it's just so fucking long.

She arches an eyebrow, flat-out glaring down the camera because, well, she's pissed, man. ]

Someone mind tellin' just what the hell's going on around here?

ella_of_frell

[ Well being without a job again kinda sucks. Ella's got the NV on as well, jotting things down on a separate sheet of paper. ]

So... I haven't really been looking at the newsfeed lately, but - being that I'm currently jobless and Meg is the only breadwinner at the moment, I really need to find some work. Any suggestions, or ope-

[ She breaks off as she hears someone at the door, and immediately narrows her eyes. ]

Who are you, and how did you get in here?

Ha ha, 'hilarious', Ella. I'm taking a bath.

Get out!

.. What?

Get out before I call the police!

Don't tell me what t-

[ Ella picks up a familiar looking vase.]

Now!

MAKE ME!!

[ Well that's one command she's glad slipped through her interruptions, turning her attention to the stairs, whistling sharply. ]

Kyra! An Intruder!

NO!

[ This statement is followed by the sound of Ella's pet wolf hurtling down the stairs with a snarl, and then Hattie's voice screaming something as the wolf chases her out. Tensely, Ella walks over to peer outside, before returning to her NV. ]

And apparently I now need a locksmith.

[ OOC: Welcome Hattie back from her con everyone! ]

blondandperfect

[Sorry, Jack, Hattie's back. She's covered in mud again, and she looks pissed.]

WHAT is going on??

Is there another trick happening at the port!? Whoever started this better fix it right now!

All of my things are in that house and she won't let me in!

[She then proceeds to whine.]

I want a bath! And my dresses! And my make-up! And my mirror! And my shoes! I can't live like this, I'm a PRINCEEEEEEEESS!

[*sob*]

sequincy

[oh look, it's another one. Although by now Uryuu has not only crafted an outfit to wear for this post, but half of a new wardrobe. It's so convenient to be able to use your own body as a clothing model.

But she has a more pressing matter to attend to, after reading similarly afflicted posts:]

So this... isn't Szayel-Aporro's fault then?