October 7th, 2012

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Sunday, October 7th 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.

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killerthighs: (ah shit)
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So has this past week been a glimpse into what I can expect here in Siren's Port?
faking: (♀ living in the lighthouse.)
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Good afternoon. I do think I'm getting used to this, though. [Enough, at least, to abandon text. There's a good few she might look familiar to, if only because— well, Alois' facial features didn't actually change a whole lot, once awash in estrogen. It's primarily the voice - just a little lighter - as well as the much longer hair and the cleavage that make the picture.

Said cleavage, by the way, seems to be housing a small animal. It's just kind of nesting, chilling out, may even be asleep. Another of the things is on Alois' hair. As in, it's clinging to the blonde curtain over her shoulder, scrabbling around as though it might be caught.]


The, you know, change, I mean, yes, it happened to me. [NO, REALLY???] And it's still awfully - uh - okay, all right; it makes me want to puke if I think too hard about it and I'm pretty sure I'll never enjoy the dreaded lady's hat, but I mean, the rest of it's all right. Actually, wouldn't you say baps are a little convenient! You can keep things there, or mess with them if you're bored. I saw it's supposed to go away soon, but... well, I'll miss all these clothes I bought.

[So many. So many clothes.

She scritches the soft little head that's resting at her chest, with just her index finger.]


I assume loads of people will be celebrating, if everything gets fixed. I was thinking about having a party for it, myself. With themed games, like spear-the-pig and clam grabs!

[SPARKLE]

It's great, isn't it? Being able to have parties whenever you want? Without anyone stupid and awful talking to you or asking you what you want or deciding they know your preferences already so they go and arrange for the party and it turns out to be exactly perfect and beautiful even though you didn't even say what you were thinking? It is so great to throw a party without those things!

[SPAR...KLE......... The sugar glider in her cleavage dives away from her escalating voice, which makes her realize herself.]

...Anyway. Let me know if you'd be interested. Bodies are the perfect thing to celebrate.
guerrilla_morph: (down and bitching you out)
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[ Marco has a very thoughtful expression. It's still has his trademark smirk. ]

Six days past and I don't think our anonymous detective figured it out.

So let's make it a group effort: who is boning the Hulk?

[ He pauses for a moment. ]

And for that matter, since when did we have a Hulk?
aprettybutterfly: (A: perfectly dressed)
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Rorschach's journal, October 7th, 2012. The skyline is different. This city stinks with the same shame and filth of New York. Canada is only a barren wasteland filled with men in furry hats and maple syrup. Have not tried the maple syrup here yet. Not a fan of baseball, but still arrived on a field, like so many others. The people working there were surprised by my face, and they cringed away from me before sending me to the apartments. There was fear in their eyes.

I passed by a club today, where three fat men in business suits talked while a naked woman danced on their table. There are monsters out at night, they said. I said there are monsters out right now. They should know. They told me about them.

They don't know. Not my job to tell them. It's no longer 1985. They've done something to my journal. There are now buttons inside the cover. I don't like it when people touch my things.


[He presses one of the buttons, and he turns it and faces it, his mask shifting, inkblots moving across a white surface. Nothing can be seen of his face behind the fabric.]

Need to go home. This city can rot; it's already on the path to destruction. They should ask for help, but they won't. I won't give it. If they die because of their own disgusting habits? Good riddance.

[ooc: Here is Rorschach's permission's post, a catch-all for both his new Core ability, and also for the fact that he's very offensive. If you'd take the time to fill it out, I'd appreciate it!]
hejhej: (looking away as usual)
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Anyone know how to get a puke stain out of the carpet?

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