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When: February 14th, morning
Where: Different places around Cerealia
What: Myriam Scuttlebutt's newspaper, 7th edition!
Rating/Warning: (possibly some PG content?)

[ It had been a very hard week for Scuttlebutt. She kept misplacing ordinary objects, forcing her to remain indoors, her staff was sick, arrested, or vanished, and she had this nagging lethargy that wasn't going away...

Still, the news always gets through. She wasn't about to give up her perfect schedule for that. --Hopefully no one would notice the slight dip in quality. ]

A. Semi-open (Scuttlebutt and Zoro Roronoa)

[ Myriam Scuttlebutt, wearing her cardboard box, carries a stack of bundles of The Cerealia Times newspaper in a cardboard box on a hand-truck.

Or rather, she's waiting for a certain freeloader of a pirate to show up and do it for her. She'd long hoped to push the menial work on someone else and she really hoped that it'd happen today. ]

"Where the heck is he... kahk kahk kahk."

She'd continue to wait outside the store for him.

B. OTA

[ Myriam Scuttlebutt, wearing her cardboard box, sits behind a register at the School Supply Store she works at. She rings people up blandly and then... even more blandly, tries to offer them a copy of the paper. ]

C. OTA

[ Read the paper and post your character's own reaction, wherever they may be! Perhaps confront Myriam before she leaves the delivery area if they wish to comment directly to the editor? The paper can definitely be found at Archer's food-stand, Thistle Do Nicely flower-tea shop, The Little Sister cosplay cafe, the Arcade, and the Opera House. ]

[ It looks, feels, and smells, like a newspaper, and the top above-the-fold part of the paper reads as follows ]

"there's so much at stake"

Date: February 14th, ? year. Price: Free

PANIC IN THE STREETS!
byline: Myriam Scuttlebutt

FEBRUARY 14

CEREALIANS RAN FOR THEIR LIVES yesterday, when noted Prince Vegeta from the planet Vegeta, who some had referred to as "Evil Saiyan Menace," took to the skies and blasted several buildings into loose debris, raining chaos, destruction, and terror on all.

The motive is unknown, but this reporter was able to take this blurry photograph and get a quote from a person close with Prince Vegeta:

"This isn't [Prince Vegeta]! He isn't hearing me! People could die!"

It's speculated the person wasn't speaking literally but more figuratively.

Any deaths have not been confirmed, but it's speculated that the number is probably "more than zero." Those buildings probably weren't empty.

Any information on deaths or injuries should be reported to the local authorities.

Local orchestra leader Nonon Jakuzure arrested.
byline: Myriam Scuttlebutt

Surprising no one, Nonon Jakuzure, local conductor at the Opera House, got herself arrested by making what the police reported as "serious threats" against the prison facility in an attempted jailbreak for her girlfriend Ryuko Matoi.

No attempt was made for comment.

[ Next page is Sports. ]

Local baseball game planned.
byline: Myriam Scuttlebutt

Someone's organizing a baseball game. Should be fun for those who enjoy that sort of thing. For those who don't know, baseball is a sport involving a "ball" and "bases". A piece of wood called a "bat" is involved at some point. It's the national sport of the United States of America, and the most popular sport in Japan, Cuba, the Dominican Republic, and Venezuela.

[ Next page is Local News. ]

Newcomers spread infection?
byline: Myriam Scuttlebutt

A strange illness has infected several people (that is, more than one) since the arrival of newly relocated people to Cerealia.

It is suggested the CERES corporation do more to promote health in the established colonies.

[ "Weather: too cold. Air quality: bad." ]

[ There's a section titled: "MUSIC". In it, space has been allocated to Jakuzure Nonon. A photo of her conducting is here.

]

No music column this week.
byline: Myriam Scuttlebutt

There will be no music column this week as the authoress, Nonon Jakuzure, has gotten herself arrested and can't write columns for submittal to the paper while in prison. We apologize for the inconvenience.

In her vein though, this reporter once heard there was a classical music piece that used real cannons in the performance. Maybe Nonon would've liked that.

[ Next section is:

HOROSCOPES: by Myriam Scuttlebutt (temporarily).

♈ Aries (3/21 - 4/19); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♉ Taurus (4/20 - 5/20); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♊ Gemini (5/21 - 6/21); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♋ Cancer (6/22 - 7/22); Try getting more sleep.

♌ Leo (7/23 - 8/22); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♍ Virgo (8/23 - 9/22); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♎ Libra (9/23 - 10/22); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♏ Scorpio (10/23 - 11/21); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♐ Sagittarius (11/22 - 12/21); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♑ Capricorn (12/22 - 1/19); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♒ Aquarius (1/20 - 2/18); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times.

♓ Pisces (2/19 - 3/20); You should read the top stories of the Cerealia Times. ]

[Next section is:

Love Advice ♥ with Miss Maggie

Miss Maggie's article does not appear this week. Please submit more questions for love advice for Miss Maggie!

[ there's a note that requests for love advice can be submitted anonymously or not to Myriam Scuttlebutt's inbox. ]

[ Next section is labeled: "Letters to the Editor"

No letters were submitted this week. We welcome all opinions regarding The Cerealia Times and other current events. Let us know your opinions!

Here's one to start: someone should open a sleep clinic for treatment of all the nightmares recently.

-Editor, Myriam Scuttlebutt." ]

[ The next section is titled:

"GOSSIP"

There is a simple note that says:

"Miss Tattler's column does not appear this week." ]

[ Next page is dedicated to "Missing Persons" and reads as follows:

"An unverified person styling themselves "Lord" Cain C. Hargreaves is searching for his butler, a mister Riff Raffit. He is described as "quite tall, broad-shouldered, with fair hair and blue eyes, probably wearing a well-pressed suit in blue or gray. He's left-handed, strongly built and maddeningly altruistic."

Riff Raffit is of such reportedly high character he is likely to be seen "...rescuing a kitten from a tree, aiding a gentlewoman with her garden or teaching underprivileged children how to box." Any reports should be addressed to "Lord" Cain C. Hargreaves. No reward has been offered for this information. Mr. Hargreaves has expressed that as his employer, he is considering docking Mr. Raffit's paycheck."

"Friends are searching for beloved pillar of the community Apollo Justice, pictured here:

. Mr. Justice has been missing since yesterday morning of several weeks ago, and various persons are just worried sick about him. Please report all information to Athena Cykes."

"Friends are searching for noted fortune teller Pearl Fey, pictured here:

. Miss Pearl Fey was last seen at her fortune telling job at the local game center arcade. And possibly in limbo. If you have any information, please report it to Mr. Phoenix Wright.]

[ Below is a box which reads: "Want to print a message in The Cerealia Times? We print announcements, statements, job advertisements, etc! Contact..." (and there's a text reading of the link to Scuttlebutt's inbox.) ]

[ The following positions are listed:

Publisher: Myriam Scuttlebutt
Editor: Myriam Scuttlebutt
Lead Reporter: Leia Rolando
Reporter: Myriam Scuttlebutt
Reporter: Inaba Himeko
Photojournalist: Myriam Scuttlebutt
Correspondent: Myriam Scuttlebutt
Gossip columnist: Miss Tattler
Music columnist: Nonon Jakuzure (arrested)
Horoscopes: Pearl Fey (missing)
Love Advice columnist: Miss Maggie
Delivery boy: Zoro Roronoa

It specifies that letters to the editor can be delivered in person to Myriam Scuttlebutt. (No details of where or who she is.) ]

[ Another blurb reads: "Story sources and employees wanted! Inquire at..." (and there's a text reading of the link to Scuttlebutt's inbox.) ]

[ A final blurb reads: "Did we get it wrong? If you wish to correct a factual statement, leave your correction at..." (and there's a text reading of the link to Scuttlebutt's inbox.) ]

[OOC:

journaler or

dereban are free to comment to this post with any further articles or details they wish to give about their character's content in the newspaper.]

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[he's not late for a lack of punctuality, he's late because he's Zoro. And clearly went the wrong way, stopped into three different entirely unrelated stores that had carboard boxes in the windows, and also took on Vegeta so he's a little sore.

Eventually, though, he wanders up, bandages peeking out above his haramaki.]

Oh, this is the place. You gave me terrible directions. [not that he remembered them correctly or followed them precisely] I'm ready.

My directions were fine! Kahk kahk kahk.

[she was pretty sure]

Good, grab the hand-cart and let's go.

[she avoided saying how long it'd take for fear he'd balk at the last second]

Yeah, all right. Keep your box on.

[that hand-truck is it? Pshaw, easy! He grabs it and is on the go, wisely sticking right behind her. She knows the route, after all]

How many places carry the paper, now? I've grabbed 'em from Archer but...

Oh, you know... this place, that place... certainly more than Archer's food-stand.

[she'd hedge her bets a little and change the subject]

What happened to you? You get in a fight?

[hnnnnngh. Yeah it's a little obvious, isn't it? His hoodie and haramaki don't hide it.]

Tried to stop Vegeta. Again.

Kahk kahk kahk. Vegeta?? As in... this Vegeta?

[she'd take out a copy of the paper and show it to him with the top story and picture of Vegeta]

There's another one?

[it's all sarcasm, but maybe he shouldn't shoot his mouth off so quick since he's met two guys named Masamune.

Anyway. He looks at the paper and makes a face at the photo.]

'Course. I fought him before, I wasn't going to just stand there and watch.

Kahk kahk kahk... well, sure, but there's sparring and then there's vaporizing buildings for fun, right? Just sayin'... there seems to be a disparity in the levels of seriousness involved. Kaaahk.

...And you only got those bandages? You're not secretly wrapping up broken bones with those bandages, are you?

[Scuttlebutt didn't want to think she was forcing him to work when he was already half-injured and risk crippling him with the weight and then be on the hook for liability with his medical bills]

Dunno. Maybe.

[because did he bother to go to a doctor? No way in hell. Zoro can only guess at his injuries. But he's sure he'd be a lot more sore if he broke anything.]

I'm fine. It could've been a lot worse.

No kidding! Kahk kahk kahk! I think you should feel lucky you're not in the obituary section right now!

[she'd slip the copy back in the pile... well, she could always claim he said he was fine.]

Okay, first stop, the Opera House.

Edited 2015-08-06 06:15 (UTC)

Yeah, yeah...

[he feels that, though. He could have actually died, and he knows it.]

Opera House. Right.

...where's that?

[of course he didn't know where the opera house was]

It's this way, follow me.

[she took a few steps]

We cater to a wide variety of people, even those of haute couture enjoy The Cerealia Times, dontcha know? Sss, sss, sss.

[diligently sticking right behind her, making sure he doesn't run the hand-truck into something. This gadget is pretty neat, the should have one for the ship. If they had a ship.]

That so? Probably shouldn't be surprised. Those kind like gossip.

You think so? Sss, sss, sss.

Better watch out. If we're unlucky, Miss Couture herself might jump out and cut our heads off!

What.

[flatly. What are you even, Myriam.]

Is that why you needed a delivery guy? So I can defend you from head-choppers?

[pause]

Sss, sss, sss! Nah, I'm just pullin' yer leg. Miss Couture and I are on good terms.

[gives her another look because he didn't expect that to be a real person.

Or is it?]

So you're doing this all for free? How do you make a living. [waaaait a second...] How're you gonna pay me, then?

Kahk kahk kahk. How do you think? I have another job.

It's not that complicated.

Oh. Well, then. Guess you're pretty dedicated. [says the guy who doesn't even care if he has one]

Let's hope it's enough.

[and, there they were, at the opera house]

The Opera House gets two stacks. Don't tear 'em, okay?

Yeah, all right.

[he can be delicate when he wants! And this is totally a piece of cake. One, two...there you go, opera house.]

Next?

[Good, she ticked that off the mental check list]

Sss, sss, sss. Next, we go to the game center, arcade... place... thing.

--No time for playing any games there, though!

[she never did... she'd guess he didn't either, but you never could be sure]

[snorts as he takes up the hand truck again. It's only going to get lighter as he goes, this is the easiest job ever]

I don't play games. Especially not the virtual ones, they're stupid.

[Now, where was the game center? By the bars, right? Now...where are the bars?]

Well, I happen to agree. Kahk, kahk, kahk.

[sorta, at least. Her friends liked them...]

But a lot of people go there anyway.

Yeah, I guess. Gotta put papers where people are.

Ever thought about delivery? You know, making people pay a little to have papers taken to them.

Oh... yeah. I have though about that, actually. --But, I can't. There's too many reasons not to do it.

[one she wouldn't admit was fearing disappointment that no one would subscribe]

Oh? Like what?

[He's so used to the News Coo, at the moment he can't fathom who wouldn't want the convenience of dropping coins into a delivery box to get the paper no matter where they are]

Well, when you're publishing a newspaper, it's inevitable that some people aren't going to like what you write. And they can't accept that what is written is just the truth, so they start inventing ways it could be a lie. For example, they might think and say: "this can't possibly be true, the publisher is greedy and just wants to make money so they write these fake things for people to read."

As long as the paper is free, I can prove easily this is not true. --The minute I take money for it, people will start chirping those things again, even if it is only to recoup the costs of printing or delivering it.

Edited 2015-08-16 19:41 (UTC)

[dutifully not bringing up anything that was printed about him. Implied or not, it still wasn't true.]

I guess I can see that. But I'm used to a paper that covers up the facts if the Marines or the World Government leans on it hard enough, so it's not really a huge shock.

Gah! You read a censored press?! Disgusting! Kahk kahk kahk..

Surely there must have been some sort of underground freedom-oriented paper?

[he just gives a sardonic sort of chuckle under his breath. You have no idea, Myriam. But then, pirates taking the blame for the government's mistakes was just par for the course.]

Don't think so, at least not on a worldwide level. The News Coos get the paper out every morning all across the world, it's a pretty impressive feat as it is.

News... Coos? What is that? Some sort of delivery service?

Yeah. Seagulls. They fly out and drop off the paper, for a few beli. Our navigator gets it all the time so we can keep up on things.

Howdy, Miss Myriam. What's up?

[usually her brain was on auto-pilot at work and she barely noticed who the customer actually was, but who could forget that Utah-ian accent?]

--Oh! Hi, Roy. Sss, sss, sss.

My capacity for sleep deprivation! As usual... Sss, sss, sss, sss.

Can I offer you the latest copy of my paper? It's fresh off the presses. Free, as always.

[ Good thing there weren't any other people from Utah then. ]

Ya ought'a get more sleep. Yeah, I guess ya can do that. [ He always reads it even if he doesn't comment on it. Sometimes it makes him confused. ] Ya not gettin' enough sleep cause'a the paper?

Kahk kahk kahk... yeah, printing day is always a long night for me.

Here, take it!

[and, a copy would slowly extrude from the hole in her cardboard box]

Maybe ya should take a long day a' sleep after ya're done for the night?

[ He accepts the paper, to neatly fold it, and put in a pants pocket. He is in the middle of shopping, so he'll read it in peace at home or outside. ]

Thanks!

Well, I usually do... kahk kahk kahk.

You're welcome! Uh... you looking for anything specific?

But not today?

[ Well, he tends to go into shops to learn more about the future, but now that she mentions it... ]

Ya don't happen t'have any ink for dip pens here?

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