sirenspull | October 6th, 2012

October 6th, 2012

Saturday, October 6th 2012

Weather Sunny and Clear. High 19°C and a low of 7°C (66°F 45°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:25am, and evening sirens are at 6:35pm.

News & Advertisements

- In another curmudgeonly press conference regarding the state of health care budgets at city hall this morning, Governor Townshed announced that under no “special” circumstances will public health coverage pay for sex reassignment surgery or therapies, sparking controversial fury after an estimated 2000 people have reported waking up in different bodies earlier this week, or rather, with different sex organs than they fell asleep with.

Although a few have spoken out on the news about enjoying this new bodily perspective, some even wishing things would stay this way, others can’t wait to get back to their old selves and expect the government to immediately foot the bill.

Townshed believes this phenomenon to be a flux of the core or a “hiccup” of abilities which will "resolve itself with time", or people will “just learn to deal with it”. After this spring’s costly culpa flu, the city’s treasury has extended its budget far beyond the expected deficit and cannot afford to reverse random changes with no known cause. Furious, SERO’s former director of Core Research has demanded that Townshed allow scientific teams immediate access to the Sector 4 baseball diamond in order to discover the secret behind managing reality flux malfunctions.

AGI’s public relations office blasted more propaganda over the morning airwaves, scorning SERO’s plea to dig in a dangerous sandbox. DeDrago himself believes that to blame yet another unexplained city problem on “pseudo-scientific Core mysticism” and claim it can be corrected is “only a ludicrous and transparent ploy for control over the city’s most volatile ticking time bomb.”

Meanwhile, clothing and retail stores have enjoyed skyrocketing sales over the past week. Designer Andi Keene, editor of Royale Magazine is celebrating the “sex swap”, exuberant to see how customers are adjusting. Zie suspects this will ultimately lead to more androgynous looks for the winter season, and a greater openness to genderplay in fashion trends, challenging traditional boundaries to try on something new.
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[ News Notification Thread]

andproper

[Prim’s smile lights up when the com turns on at last - although it fades quickly when she turns to face the screen. Wherever she is – wherever that explosion sent her…]

Hello? [She hesitates; but if the Capitol sent her here, they already know who she is anyway. Most people did, anyhow.] My name is Prim. I’m looking for my sister; Katniss. She might be looking for me.

[She hesitates – but you can’t ask to get something for nothing, and respect a response. So.]

It wouldn’t have to be for free. I know a lot about herbs – I could help heal you; if you’re sick. Or pick out herbs for you.

mouthbreathing

[It’s around midnight when Warsman switches his NV on to perhaps a slightly confusing sight: his helmet, illuminated by the stark, flickering light of his bedside lamp. After a moment he turns it back towards him where he’s sat on the bed and runs a hand through his newly-exposed hair, a feathery white-blond and tousled from sleep, or a lack thereof. It makes for a curious contrast to his mask and the glow of his eyes.

But even now he doesn’t look directly at the camera for long; his attention seems divided between the window off-screen and some unidentifiable point in his lap. The hollow ko… ho… of his breathing offsets the silence until he suddenly speaks.]

… how do you deal with nightmares? I thought I had them under control, but that video… [The sentence peters out. He’s not sure how to explain himself without seeming childish or attention-seeking, making another man’s misfortune all about himself, regardless of what it's reminded him of. He tries again.]

When I was still in Siberia, I used to take night walks to distract myself; the snow seemed to soften things. It always seemed more peaceful then. I’ve been patrolling Sector 10 here instead some nights, in case other people get caught out in the Darkness, but…

[A pause- the longer it lasts, the more obvious it becomes that he’s hesitating, building himself up to a confession.]

It’s a little lonely.

[With that, he ends the feed.]

canavarum

[The video starts with a low chuckle, then Fenris' smiling - smiling - face. He's sitting in his chair. Being drunk.]

I wonder why I do not use this thing more often.

It has been some time. Is everyone well?

[Fenris, you are drunk.]

Besides the obvious, of course. I imagine being a woman when you are normally a man and a man when you are normally a woman is strange indeed.

[ooc | BACK FROM HIATUS.]

astralling

[Prue starts the video looking serious, hands folded in front of her.]

I have a confession to make.

This gender swap wasn't the Core, or some prankster looking for kicks. It was me. I didn't mean to, but I was experimenting with a shape-shifting spell that I thought had failed, but didn't- it turned out it affected a lot more people than I meant it to.

[She takes a calm breath and looks at her hands for a moment, then back at the camera.]

I want to apologize to everyone affected, especially everyone who thinks it's more traumatizing than fun. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and it won't again. I know exactly where I went wrong to make this happen.

I have tried everything I know how to reverse this. A simple reversal spell, different wording, different spell combinations, I even tried using more than one witch to double the power behind it- and nothing has worked.

[She points at the camera with her folded hands.]

Which is where you come in. I think the longer this spell is in effect, the stronger the magic needed to reverse it. There are all kinds of powers in this city- people with abilities and kinds of magic I've never even seen.

I think if a few of us work together, pool our resources and ideas, we can fix this.

I think I only need two people to help me cast the spell, since three is a powerful number. The stronger you are, the better our chances of making this happen.

If anyone has anything that might help with a ritual, I'd appreciate it. I want to go more outside the box than I have so far.

[Prue takes a deep breath and stops her rambling.]

And don't worry. This isn't gonna last much longer.

princeofpictionary

[ When the feed flickers on, it's obvious that its holder is just getting used to the style of Soma's new NV. There's a brief glimpse of the ground, then the sky, then the top half of a face before the image does a 180˚ turn and focuses on a different person. Or well, their torso. Which is dressed in colorful robes and gold jewelry. ]

Hold it up higher. They cannot see my face.

[ That must be the voice of the one being filmed. It's a young voice that has a rather heavy Indian accent. And as the order given is obeyed, the face paired with that voice comes into view. It's a teenage boy, with shoulder length, plum-colored hair and golden eyes. His posture is upright as he continues his post with an authoritative tone. ]

I am Prince Soma Asman Kadar of Bengal. I have been told that I am now in a city called Siren's Port, somewhere in Canada. I have never been here before and require a guide.

[ He points at the screen, other hand resting on his hip. ]

One of you, come and show me around. What I have already seen is quite beautiful and I am quite curious on what else this city has to offer.

Oh, and one more thing! I am looking for my servant. His name is Agni and he looks like this.

[ Soma holds up a crude drawing of the man he's looking for. The picture looks as though a child had drawn it, yet despite this, Soma apparently thinks it's good enough for people to recognize him by. ]

If anyone has seen him, please direct him to me.

That is it. Goodbye.

[ A dismissive wave of his hand, and the holder of the NV fusses a bit to cut the feed. ]

aweskerdidit

[A very slick, businesslike man is on the other end of the NV, and appears to be holed up in a location much more secure than the Newcomer apartments (it's a parking garage, shhh.) The dark sunglasses he wears hide his eyes and any clue as to what the expression on his face really means, though if you use your imagination, it might be... annoyance.]

We needn't really bother with introductions.

[And a brief, faux-pleasant smile is interrupted by a sharp, serious tone of voice.]

All I require is information. Provide me with the date, including the year, my approximate location and coordinates, and the manner by which I came to arrive here.

[And then all of a sudden he smiles again. It is not a good smile at all, looking strained and like he is trying to sound pleasant.]

I apologize for sounding terse. I've had a very long day.

Will anyone be good enough to tell me what I need to know?