All and Sundries - Sunday

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The store is usually closed on Sunday's anyway.

But now all the doors and windows are boarded up.

Apu is inside, clutching his gun. He's huddled up in front of the Squishy Machine, shivering, with a torn and dirty blanket around his shoulders. Never mind that there's an entire display of polar fleece blankets over there that survived. If you've never seen what it looks like when somebody has had one Squishy too many, this is it. It's possible he thinks he's a humming bird again.

But he's a humming bird with a gun so...

Today's Christmas Music:
They smashed the CD player.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
(empty), Red, Rum

All and Sundries is closed.

[[ooc: Store is closed, but post is open for smashy people, or fighty people, or runny scaredy people.]]

33 Apocalypse Ave (Cale Residence) - Saturday

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If the rumbling ground wasn't enough to give Thursday the hint that something was amiss, the business across the street being pulverised by trolls certainly did the trick.

Thursday was in action immediately, bounding up the stairs two at a time. She bypassed Friday's room and went straight for her own, grabbing her Jurisfiction manual from the bedside table and her gun from in the bedside drawer. She fixed the gun holster around her waist and headed to Friday's room.

Everything else would have to wait. She flicked the book open to the description she'd written of Commander Bradshaw and Mrs Bradshaw's living room. Without even giving him a chance to ask "sit amet?" she scooped Friday up and started reading aloud. They quickly disappeared.

Five minutes later, Thursday returned alone. The book was shoved into her pocket and she headed downstairs to find the others.

Unfortunately, five minutes is a long time in Fandom. The trolls had taken notice of the house.

This did not bode well for the Cale residence.

Efferton Manor - Sunday Morning - Early Afternoon

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The night for the captives was a cold one.  Unless perhaps they were a pretty in which case there may have been female trolls fighting over them.  But in general, it was cold. 

The females were getting a bit frustrated at the lack of detail or coherence or sanity in the reporting of the male trolls they'd sent as scouts.  The cream of the crop they may be, but male trolls were still known for noticing nothing more than "shiny!" and "smash now!" 

"We should just go out ourselves and see what's going on," Vsa argued, sweeping an old crockery dish onto the floor with her tail.  "The males aren't being useful at all."

"Except that all these people on the island know about us," Runa pointed out, rolling her eyes.  "If you hadn't left that troll-haired one alone, this wouldn't be a problem."

"Nuaya said there was fighting!" Vsa crossed her arms and began to pout.

Neena slapped her hand on the table.  "We'll just make the males bring us better information."  She grinned evilly.  "I'm sure we can think of ways to convince them."

"The pretty humans could help!" Yuhu interjected, eager to be a part of the conversation.  Her sisters all turned to glare at her.   "What?  I thought we liked them!" 

"For playing," Vaja explained slowly.  "Not for real work."

"We'll stick to the plan," Nuaya said.  "Keep getting information from the captives.  And we'll go threaten the males."  One by one her sisters agreed and went to carry out their tasks.


[OOC: For the first rescue attempt, captive/captor interaction, and other trolliness]

Sunday Morning, the streets of Fandom

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It was a foggy damp morning yet again in Fandom and the weather was the least of Fandom's worries. Though more trolls had remembered their orders and finally straggled in to either Efferton or the church, a good number were still caught up in the joys of smashing and pillaging. And there was so many lovely breakable things in this town!

Almost every street you went down you could see a troll or two happily engaged in their finest art -- Making Things Into Much Smaller Broken Things. There may have even been the occasional troll singing in its trollish way. A destructive troll was a happy troll and these were very happy trolls.

[OOC: for Sunday's rampaging trolls, there will be a couple of OCD's going up for businesses that have yet to be visited.

locations in this post:
57 Apocalypse Ave (formerly Triple Deak Ice Rink)
Jack's Roses
The Devil's Nest]

Caritas - Sunday afternoon [Closed for business]

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GOB hadn't left the bar. No way was he leaving his magically protected business when there were trolls on the loose.

The bar was technically closed, but he wasn't going to turn anyone away who wanted to come in as long as they didn't seem likely to pick a fight. And if they were likely to pick a fight, he would be hiding behind the bar.

[OOC: Open for strategizing, not for business unless the strategizing people want drinks. No OCD threads from me.

And if you're meant to be here for the meeting, Zoe handwavily contacted you and told you to meet here. This means everyone involved in the finale, both the strike team and distraction. If you don't want to deal with showing up here, you can handwavily be picked up along the way.

Oh, and this is NOT the nightly Caritas post. That will be up later on.]

The Arms Hotel, Sunday

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The milk had not worked, though spraying Troll Away in the eyes had been somewhat effective. The real turning point however had been when the kitchen staff had loaded up water baloons with Eggs Eroneous (Experimental Series 1.2), and Saigo had dive bombed the trolls with them. It hadn't exactly hurt them, but it sure as heck confused them.

Ernest was now in the process of rigging all the floor buffers into weapons. Everyone else was standing well clear.

Efferton Manor - Sunday Evening

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The female trolls were eating pie. Grumpily.

None of them were best pleased with any of the male trolls for not only letting a rescue attempt in the Manor, but then letting them escape with some of the hostages and then somehow decided they deserved compliments for driving the invaders off.

Males. Can't trust 'em. But, as Vaja pointed out, at least none of them were pretty.

They'd send the offending male trolls to the front of the house with orders to be in the front lines if another rescue attempt was mounted.

After the pie, the women tried to patch up the damage in the Conservatory and redouble the guards on the hostages. They were still confident of victory, but the residents of the island were a bit too well-armed for their liking.   The female trolls had pulled the most of the remaining  male trolls back to defend the Manor while they hastily tried to form another plan.



[OOC: For the trolls final victory...or rather defeat

THIS POST IS OPEN FOR THE FIGHTING OF THE TROLLS. 

If you're not involved in the strike force fight, this is where you can fight ]

Church - Sunday Evening

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With most of the trolls called away to guard Efferton Manor, the church was left with a small group of trolls who were currently looking blankly at a magazine they'd managed to find after destroying one of the businesses yesterday.

Upon very close examination, the trolls wondered why their females didn't wear skimpy stuff like that girls in the magazine did.  Erf and Dorf, in fact, wanted to form an united front and make their females wear this type of attire.

This plan was quickly shot down when they realized that their females would kill them dead if they even tried.

At least they still have their imaginations and the magazine.

[For the stealth team only, plz]

Caritas [Sunday evening]

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Greg had ducked, swerved, and snuck his way into town to open Caritas.

(The boy was kind of foolishly dedicated sometimes.)

When he got there, he dutifully ignored the fact that his boss was hiding in the back with a bottle of Scotch, and instead positioned himself behind the bar with an emergency kit, his Swiss army knife, and a few homemade explosives. You know, just in case he needed to toss something through a window.

Oh, and his cell phone, which he checked every fifteen seconds or so.

Caritas was, technically, open.

[I am so very scatterbrained. Modding Tino might be a good idea.]

All over the island, Sunday night

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The residents of Fandom might have noticed the sound of church bells ringing over the sounds of fighting.  The trolls definitely noticed.

They had varying reactions, from the covering of ears and groaning, to screaming, but ultimately it led to the trolls streaming out of the streets, businesses, Efferton Manor, etc. etc. etc. and towards the causeway, away from the horrible sound. And away from the people who kept shooting at them. And hitting them. And taking away their pretty (and there had been a lot of pretty, and woe, for they would be missing the pretty!). 

After then the mass troll exodus had ended, leaving nothing behind besides stale chaos, destruction, plenty of stone trolls (and pieces), several traumatized kidnap victims and probably at least one very traumatized kidnapped boy. So... all in all, a productive weekend.

[*waves bye bye to the trolls!*]