sirenspull | December 22nd, 2012

December 22nd, 2012

Saturday, December 22nd, 2012

Weather Mostly cloudy and windy. Periods of rain with a slight chance of wet snow developing. Highs of 5°C and low of 2°C. (41°F / 37°)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 8:10 am, and evening sirens are at 4:13pm.

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The Fruitcake of Christmas Past

When Maria O'Riley's mother, Amanda Marcus, passed away this spring, her family was certain that they would lose a staple of their holidays.

Marcus was well known among friends and family for her generosity, her tenacity, and, believe it or not, her fruitcake recipe. The incredibly dense cake was created by her own mother, and perfected by Marcus herself, and was a time honored tradition.

"Mother said the recipe was never written down." O'Riley said. "She used to say she kept it next to her name."

Now this would normally be marked as a family tragedy alone, but Marcus apparently had the final say in the recipe's future. Late Wednesday night, O'Riley claims her mother appeared to her in her kitchen and demanded she memorize the recipe.

"Mother was always very clear about this sort of thing, she did the same thing she did when she was teaching me to read." O'Riley commented on the supposed phenomenon. "Except she was transparent and kind of glowed."

Apparently the recipe holds up, backing O'Riley's claim. But what about the taste?

"We don't eat it." O'Riley's husband Dale admitted. "It's the best emergency darkness proofing I've ever seen. Thin slices of that cake taped to the glass can keep a cracked window proofed for a month."

"I don't think mom ever did figured out why her cake disappeared so quick." Maria O'Riley said.

When asked if she would ever give up the recipe, O'Riley declined.

"I think Mother's desire to keep in the family should be honored, but I am setting up an online store in case anyone wants any."

(An Addendum by the editor: We were given a sample at the office, and low and behold, I don't think our basement has ever been safer. It plugged cracks we'd never been able to fix properly.)

All is calm all is bright, at least at SPGH NICU.

Nurses report unusually calm and quiet evening at SPGH's NICU. No one has been able to pinpoint a cause, it simply seems they have hit an uncommon stream of good luck. More nights than not, the infants breathe more easily, heart rates lower and steady, body temperature increases. One nurse reports it as the same type of effect you see when these tiny patients are held and yet, there is never anyone but staff present.

"Normally night time is worst, because parents and volunteers are home to be protected from Darkness. We aren't sure what's going on, but it's nice. The babies seem comforted," reports one of the Darkness nurses. Staff are quick to point out that it doesn't occur every night, timing varies, and it's nothing that couldn't be more than good luck, but for now the staff is counting their blessings.

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seclusion

Ahh... Hmm.

[What a quiet start. There's a bit of shifting, too, but instead of Emil speaking much more, a song begins, slow at first— but it picks up, and grows spirited. It seems really lighthearted, too, though it gains a little force later on.

When it's finished - and it ends a little abruptly - there's a soft creaking sound: a boy moving on a piano bench. He sounds at ease, when he does finally start talking.]

That one reminds me of warm days and soft grass. At home, I liked to sit outside sometimes and feel the wind... It always made me feel like this. This 'winter' makes me miss that, now the wind feels like it might eat me up a little. So I like to hear things that make me remember such nice weather.

Well, what I wanted to ask is, do you have anything like that? Any music like that? The piano is all I can really play, but you can put most things to piano, and I'd like to learn and hear some new things... [A giggle, sounding perhaps like it might be hidden behind his hand.] I guess I'm not being very festive. I haven't gotten used to all this, though, the very cold, and the snow, and even the sun being gone. Maybe this is my way of missing home?

So I'd appreciate it! And if you play anything, I'd like to hear that, too.

[He's been hanging round Raul Creed's place, and he really... likes that piano..............]

hungryanhorny

[Faith leans back, doing her best to look utterly and completely casual.] Never actually had cash for Christmas before... sort of a new experience. Not sure whether I like it yet. Someone might actually expect gifts.

[Not that she's got a lot of friends to give them to, if she stops to think about it. She'd rather not think about it.]

Anyone wanna take a girl out for the holidays? Starting to think I could use a drink. Wanna relax a bit.

sees_light

[Gaara stares into the comm for a long moment. He's silent, seeming to think about what he wants to say.]

...Who is hiring?

[Perhaps not the best start for an interview. But he's never done this before. In fact, this is the first time he's really even tried to dip his toe into the community.]

I... do not have much experience with. People. [More experience with them being scared of him.] I want to change that. To be a part of this community.

To protect it, if I can. As much as I can in this place.

lovedbyflowers

[The feed shows a closeup of one violet eye before zooming back a bit to show a rather fuzzy image of purple hair as Labrador tries to make sense of how to use his NV.]

Are you sure this is now I use this, flowers?

[The camera finally focuses on him, showing him sitting on the ground besides some wildflowers by a roadside. He's in his casual clothes, dressed all in black with a coat that has a furry collar and cuffs.]

Is it working now then...? Oh! [He smiles brightly at the camera.] Hello, can anyone hear me. I just got here and I'm afraid I'm a little lost. The flowers tell me I'm in a city called Siren's Port...? They also say something about me being pulled here.... and that this is another world... Is that right?

More importantly though, I was with a friend before I ended up here. Has anyone seen him? He's around 6 feet tall with short reddish brown hair, warm brown eyes and he wears glasses. His name is Castor.

Or perhaps Frau is here? He's over 6 feet tall with blond spiky hair, blue eyes and well, extremely childish and a pervert. [He's silent for a moment as the flowers whisper to him.] Oh, is that so? He is here then, is he? Then I must apologize to everyone for any trouble Frau has caused so far. I'll keep an eye on him from now on.

And Frau, I know you can hear me. Come fetch me. It's freezing out here, you know.