Throughout Fandom town, Monday evening

[superartie]

As the sun set on Fandom, the strongest man . . . in the world was perched atop his porta-home in the manner of a weathervane, scanning the waters and the town with his super-vision.

Once full dark descended, he hopped down from his post and set off into the streets of the town at a bound, his odd, haunting laugh echoing between the buildings.

Perhaps something on the wind told him that there was something different about the sleepy town this evening. Perhaps some otherworldly ooc voice had told him of the lack of law enforcement that was sure to bring out the worst in the town's assorted residents.

Or perhaps he was simply exploring the town he'd made his home.

Whatever the reason, Artie was patrolling the streets of Fandom, ever alert for mischief, danger, and the forces of emo evil.

[ooc: sporadically available until about 6 pm, EST. Feel free to interact with Artie here, or ping me should you want him to come intervene or aid in any assorted wrongdoings in town.]

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[chasingangela]

In spite of the weather, Angela is on a walk to clear her head in the late afternoon.

She watches Artie pose from a distance, trying to figure out what's going on. "Hi!," she finally calls. "Are you one of Professor Tick's friends?"

[superartie]

"Ticks?!" Artie seemed both startled and determined. "Where are the little buggy critters?" His head bobs as he stares all around him. "Never fear, my little chickadee, for I am Artie! The strongest man . . . in the world!"

His limbs start to flail slightly as he searches for ticks.

[chasingangela]

Angela isn't sure whether she wants to grin or be terrified.

"Not the Lyme disease kind of ticks," she finallly says. "Professor Tick. He's a teacher at the high school, that's his name. He's a superhero." She frowns. "At least, I don't think he has Lyme disease. Haven't asked. You just looked like someone who might know him for some reason."

"And nice to meet you, Artie. I'm Angela."

[superartie]

Artie stops the ridiculous flailing immediately, though he may continue to cock his head suspiciously on occasion, as though watching out for dastardly bugs. "A pleasure, my little chickadee." He struck a pose. "A superhero, you say? Intriguing. I shall have to meet this . . . Tick."

[chasingangela]

"You should. I mean, he's pretty strong and everything, too." Angela says. "I guess I'll see you around?"

[superartie]

"Of course, lovely Angela! Of course."