news feed; Tuesday, December 25th, 2012

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Tuesday, December 25th, 2012

Weather Sunny, with clear skies. Highs of 35°C and low of 34°C. (95°F / 93.2°)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

Morning sirens go off at 7:45 am, and evening sirens are at 4:55 pm.


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July for Christmas

Residents of Siren's Port were surprised by a strange turn of events this morning when they looked outside their windows, expecting a White Christmas, and found a tropical paradise.

“There was no possible way to predict this.” Said Chief Meteorologist for the SP news, Alan Lance. “The only explanation is a weather controller.”

Experts agree, and it seems that someone somewhere decided that they were dreaming of Palm Trees and Hawaiian shirts. People found a need to drag their summer clothes out for the day, but so far this morning, most people are enjoying the weather.

“It’s a jolly way to spend the holiday.” said Alice Monroe, a local shop keeper. “I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s nice to have a little warmth in my bones in the middle of winter.”

No one has stepped up to take credit for the summer weather dropping into the middle of the winter, but a clue seems to be in yesterday’s events.

“Thank you.” Said Bobby Dobbs, a young boy whose family home was trashed by a Night Mare and wished for something similar. “Mom needed this. It made Christmas really special.”

Along with the fantastic weather, it seems something special showed up around the city. Palm Trees made themselves known around Crow’s Head Beach and steel drums seemed to be shoved into the sand, delighting beach goers.

Though the city seems to be enjoying the weather, several local weathermen and controllers seem to be worried about the effect of the change on the local weather pattern. Only time will tell if there is any long term change.

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Video war jounral 3

[infromthecold]

[Someone's wearing a jacket and gloves they're not winter grade but anything is really to heavy for this heat. He's on the steps of the HoA just outside the inclosed porch.]

There's still a few hows for the Christmas trees to decided to come to life and attack like those turkeys did.  I've heard of Christmas in July Seems we got an Indian Summer  in December instead. 
[He pauses for a few seconds to collect his thoughts]

I've been seeing posts where people have been getting depressed about not being away from home and friends.  I get what it's like to lose someone near the holidays.  I just want to say you should celebrate a bit.  It's OK to take the night off.  We're stuck on one strange island but we shouldn't let how crasy the world is take he holidays away from us. I guess that's all.

[It's then that something large and pink col ides with Bucky's shoulder and explods in a wave of water.]

What the hell? Anyone know if NVs are waterproof?
[The feed cuts out]

Eleventh Journey // Video - sometime around midnight

[lockandkeyblade]

[The night is winding down, and the house is quiet again (It's emptier than last year, but certainly just as warm.) Sora hopes he hasn't woken anyone up, but for those awake in the last hours of Christmas... how about some company?]

Hey there. Did everybody have a good Christmas?

I sure did. It's been hours and I'm still stuffed!

[Sora's reclining on his stomach on the bed, eyes not on the screen but on a notebook in front of him. It's a letter unlike any other he's written (though far more important.) The recipient of this particular document won't receive it until after Sora disappears from the port. These days, with his friends going missing from the Port one by one, he thinks that day might be coming soon.]

I wonder where I'll be next Christmas...

[He taps the end of the pen on the paper, rests his chin on his hand in thought. He's written a lot, but there's so many things he needs to say if this person comes back to the Port one day in the future. The pen finds the paper again, but only to trace idly over the first line at the very top:

'Dear Me,']

The memories I've made here, the people I've met? They're special. Even if one day, we can't spend time with each other on Christmas in the future? Deep down, we'll always remember.

[He'd honestly thought about asking some tough questions tonight. Asking about how to keep friends safe, even when you're not there. About how to keep promises when you don't remember them. How to honor precious people you'll never see again back home. Things that seem impossible to detail, even if he had all the stationary to do it on.

But that's all right. He'll figure all this out somehow. In any case, it's late. It's Christmas. Sora feels good. And he hopes everyone else does too.]

So ... [He looks up with a smile] thanks for everything.