sirenspull | December 14th, 2012

December 14th, 2012

Friday, December 14th, 2012

Weather Partly sunny. Rain tapering off in the morning. Becoming a mix of cloud and sun. Highs of 6°C and low of 2°C. (43°F / 37°)

Current Moon Phase:New Moon

Morning sirens go off at 8:05 am, and evening sirens are at 4:10pm.

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- The following letter was received from an anonymous sender and run on the Independent News Network.

The truth.

It's a thing often missed in this city, a cesspool built on lies and propaganda.

We believe what we wish and rely on convenience. The happenings of only days ago just proves how vulnerable we are, how much we rely on creature comforts and the "gifts" the Core has bestowed.

But what is the truth? What can we say with certainty that we know? The creatures that roam the Darkness -- the poor, unfortunate souls destroyed in a fateful cataclysms decades ago -- that's the story that everyone is told.

Wake up.

Break the chasm that divides the city in two.

Let no one say the Core is responsible for every mishap that comes our way.

The "Whitecoats" will be coming for you all.

Signed,
GW

Analysts thus far have been unable to trace the origins of this letter, or address the veracity of its claims.

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axetrid

Well that was an annoying experience.

_{[Hello network, it's your friendly neighborhood Viking, Astrid. She's wearing comfortable clothing, warm clothing, a hoodie and a pair of jeans along with the leather studded circlet she usually wears around her head. She seems to be at her and Hiccup's kitchen table, a cheek in palm as she stares into her NV.]}

Sure, not having electricity and heating is a pain, but it's not like I didn't spend my whole life prior to this city without them. Some people really need to toughen up. If there's one thing I've noticed since I arrived here, it's a lot of people seem to lack survival skills. Then again, no one has to hunt and kill their food very much anymore...everyone just goes to those grocery stores with the magic sliding doors and buys their food with paper and coins.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad things are working again. They are pretty convenient.

Anyway, _{[And there's a wave of her hand before she sets it back on her cheek.]} Nibbleheim is putting on performances soon for its Joltide Feast! It's going to be awesome, especially if you wanna see me beat everyone down with an axe. Quality entertainment, right?

_{[There's a smile at the last line, but it falls into something a little more uncertain as she leans closer to her NV, as if she's about to conspire.]}

Speaking of work...I kind of need some advice. Usually I wouldn't have a problem dealing with a situation like this but...what do you do when your boss kind of hits on you?

What do you do when that boss is an Orc?

Um. Yeah. That's it.

charmedson

I know I should probably be learning an important life lesson after being stripped of my powers for a day...

How's this?

Being normal sucks.

aprettybutterfly

Rorschach's journal, December 14th, 2012. People went crazy without their powers. Funny. Like chickens with their heads cut off. They were louder then chickens, like the flock before a beheading for a big chicken dinner. Hospitals filled with pathetic samples of humanity, the dregs of society mingling with the floating disgust. Fighting in the streets. Lots of blood and police brutality. Reminds me of home. SERO took people off the streets, knocking them unconscious, finding ones with bleeding heads and bleeding bodies, 'helping' them to safety in their trucks and their bags. Haven't seen them since. Kids in costume helping; the next generation can flourish in a city that doesn't have rules made by idiots. Letter sent to the news. The sender calls himself GW, calls the city a cesspool, the people willing to believe any lie that's fed to them. GW is right. He knows the lies need to stop, knows the people need to hear the truth. Like a knife to the gut, the truth will hurt. Looking forward to his next letter.

[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!]

rapturescreed

[Usually when he's this frazzled, Raul doesn't let the NV record video. Not for a second would he usually do this, but he'd watched enough videos of people asking for help finding their children, that he thinks he knows what to do.

But he hasn't slept. And the room was filled with broken things. A lot of broken things.]

The Newcomer Community Center is in one piece. [But that's brushed aside quickly.]

I'm asking the community for help. My adop-- my daughter, Nana, is missing. Because of whatever happened yesterday, I have reason to suspect that she has not been taken home. There are-- because of her--

[He violently opens a drawer, pulling out several photos of Nana, fanning them out on his desk.]

She has short pink hair and pink eyes. She's around thirteen years of age, and she has two small horns, one of either side of her head. She usually wears a hat to cover them. [She looks around thirteen/fourteen, anyway.] She has false legs and arms. Without her powers, she's unable to move them, and so she's just...

[Hopefully everyone gets the idea. He bangs his fist against the surface of the desk.] She's just a child! She's been through enough, I need everyone's help in finding her! And if you're out there, who's ever watching, whoever took my daughter, so help me, I will pay back whatever you've done to her in spades.

And I will find you. Not even a god can help you, once I find you.

littlest_lord

Three birthdays. Who would have thought I would still be around to see a third in this city?

_{[Certainly he hadn't. He didn't even think he'd be alive to see his fifteenth birthday. Surprise, surprise. Ciel is far too tired to bother with video or voice and so text will have to suffice.]}

People arrive and are taken at the whim of the Core and yet I've been here since the day I arrived. That is not to say that is a complaint of mine - I've made a life for myself here after all. Even so, one cannot help but wonder just how many birthdays I or any of us will see pass here.

The concept of home is a funny thing, is it not? If anything, it is a transitory notion. A temporary thing. But I suppose everything is temporary, in perspective. Everything has an eventual end.

If I have gained another year here I hope in return I've been granted at the very least an inch.

_{[ooc: Phancyhives feel free to run into Ciel at any point during the day if you so choose to!]}