sirenspull | January 18th, 2013

January 18th, 2013

[Here's a voice that hasn't been heard since 1918, and it's sounding more than a little shaky.]

Wow. Dying. That's... you know, that's actually new. 14 billion years and I actually found something new.

It's, uh, nice to see that the future is back where it belongs. That's pretty cool.

Uh... anyway. Yeah. If anyone saw me getting eaten by monsters five minutes after the Darkness came, I'm back.

[Fin.]

matri

Hm. Would you look at that?

I'm still alive. [Ha. Hahaha. Sucks to be everyone else. Really. She has no sympathy for stupidity.] Apparently it's a talent, as of late.

thepull_mods

Friday, January 18th, 2013.

WeatherMostly cloudy through the morning. Highs of 4°C and low of -1°C. (40°F / 30°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 9:09 am, and evening sirens are at 5:56 pm.

News & Advertisements

Vaudevillian Legend Murdered

Arnold Vincent Josephson, a seventy four year old veteran of the stage and AGI’s film legacy was found dead early this morning in his apartment. Neighbors say that the performer was practicing late into the night, last night, to the point of making neighbors knock on his door to try and get his attention. Four different neighbors mentioned having a problem with the man’s behavior and all tried to get his attention.

Sometime around two in the morning, when the others in the building had resorted to just hoping it wouldn’t happen again, a shot rang out and when silence came from Mr. Josephson’s apartment, the police were called.

When the SPPD were finally able to enter the building they found Mr. Josephson dead at his player piano.

The entire fourth floor walkup was brought in for questioning, and as of yet, the police haven’t given any further information.

Found: Dog. Male. No tags. Friendly, seems to like people, no strange abilities to our knowledge. Bright green fur. Call Angela Jameson for information.

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[ News Notification Thread]

treehopping

[Rue hesitates to start, but her voice is actually quite steady and strong. She needs to be strong, not just for herself but for Katniss and Prim.]

To anyone who was friends with Peeta Mellark, he went home a few days ago.

Please think kindly of him while he's gone, even if you only knew his baking.

integrity

[Crowley is sitting in a chair in his bedroom, looking rather satisfied with himself, for someone who has generally been a pissed off dickhead for the past two months. He's reading something very heavy and very old, turning the pages and making notes in the margins of a book that is probably older than the majority of the people within Siren's Port.

He can just buy another one if he smudges it across a page.

When he's done reading, Crowley closes the book and sets it aside, standing to fetch something from another room. When he does so, he automatically steps to the right -- because his Hellhound is seated there, ever close, and Crowley leaves the room without another word.

For about ten seconds.

Crowley immediately reappears in the frame, staring almost incredulously at his dog, who is staring back in some confusion, head-tilted, for those who can see her. There's a soft woof and a thump of her tail against the thick rug as Crowley murmurs, stunned.]

I'll be damned.

[The feed times out of its own accord.]

ofthursday

[When the video comes on, Castiel looks composed, neutral, even. He maintains that appearance well enough until he tries to actually address the feed, but his words catch in his throat and he looks down, off to the side, then seemingly gathers his courage and looks at the screen once again.]

I remember now, what happened. What I did.

[And a pause, as he tries to sort out what he's intending to say, before he speaks again.]

Anyone who... Anyone who wants an explanation--what one there is--need only ask. And I'm...

[He doesn't normally lose his sentences so often, but his concentration is on trying to keep his voice and composure steady, and so he's losing his ability to string his thoughts together.

At least, that's what he's hoping is his problem.

Again, he's quiet for a short time, closing his eyes briefly and then opening them again, taking a deep breath and speaking one more time before shutting off the feed.]

I'm sorry. For everything.

circumsutus

[The video feed starts, facing a blank whiteboard resting against a wall. Stein's voice is a little bit amused, a little bit exasperated.]

It's come to my attention that some of the adults in this city are spreading misinformation to the children.

Human infants do not come from dragons, storks, or anything else not human.

[At some point early on, Death had decided that Sid would be a better candidate for giving the students the sex ed talk than Stein would be. Either because the zombie was more sensitive to the student's emotional states than the mad scientist, or because it was a situation that would make Sid uncomfortable, and Sid being uncomfortable was usually hilarious.

Whatever the reason, Stein hasn't had to give one of these before.

He does tend to ramble a bit, including a rabbit-trail discussion of duck anatomy, but overall it's a fairly straightforward discussion of human anatomy, sexual relations, and how to avoid pregnancy and STDs. There are a lot of diagrams drawn on the whiteboard. Also a dissection of cow and bull reproductive organs.

It's all very detached and scientific and thorough. And probably also very disturbing to the group of people of varied ages who are locked in the room with him.]

the_dead_pool2

[See Deadpool sitting beside a fire in an old looking room, with a fancy chair. There is some classical music playing, some few may recognize it from Masterpiece theatre He sits with a pipe in hand, his mask lifted enough to draw a bit of smoke from it, and puff it out.]

Friends, today I ask a simple question. Before I do, I would advise all those under the age of seventeen to turn off your NVs, or otherwise disregard this information.

( Mentions of mature subject matter below )