Outside Town Hall: around noon

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Altra stalked out of the makeshift hospital and into the open air.

He finally knew what the forebodings were that had been making him twitch since Thursday, but it wasn't much comfort. Whatever this sickness was, it couldn't be natural.

So he was Jumping back to Karse, to see if he could find something, anything, to help.

Or that was the plan.

Several seconds after he Jumped away, he was back, crashing into the ground out of nowhere, fur standing on end and eyes wild. He'd hit a wall. He tried again, aiming for Valdemar, and again, aiming, out of desperation, for the mainland.

Each time, he slammed into the barrier and it bounced him back.

Panting, exhausted, more shaken than he'd ever admit, he gave up, pulling himself to his feet to limp back into the hospital.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

[notclueful]

Cher had had a headache since yesterday. She wasn't sick. She had just slept weird.

Of course, it didn't stop her from being all nicely paranoid. Anytime she sneezed or cleared her throat she found herself taking a moment to wonder if she wasn't getting sick. And she really didn't want to be sick. There was no Daddy or Lucy here to bring her orange juice and soup. Maybe she'd just stock up on medicine, just in case.

Pixie Dust was all open and stuff, but if you're shopping at a time like this, wow.

Magic Box, Wednesday [11/14]

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

At some point in the early morning, Andrew stopped by the store and put a sign up in the window:

Closed today! Unless
       someone else comes in.
                                  -Andrew
                         P.S. - if you really need something,
                I'll be at Town Hall.

He hoped Mr. Giles didn't get angry.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Wed, 11/14

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

Another  message was scribbled hurriedly on the menu board:

Stand closed due to town emergency.
Will  be at the town hall in case you really want a banana. 

Town Hall - Wednesday Morning

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had gotten a briefing from Troy before coming in today and had already shut down his OMGWTFPlllllaaaggggguuuuueee response in favor of being able to actually function as a doctor.

Slipping a mask over his mouth almost immediately, he grabbed up charts and began to walk through the cots, getting an update on everyone's status. Next up would be making sure the volunteers were organized and that people who were sitting bedside vigil were taking care of themselves and not starting to show symptoms

[ooc: OCDS will be coming presently are up, you may now continue to enjoy your plague.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday [11/14]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther was absolutely frantic. Normally, it was Hoshi's day to work, except Gunther heard on the radio that she had the plague. Mary had said that she'd take Hoshi's shift, but then Mary came down with the plague. Now poor Gunther was running the hotel by all by himself. He wasn't really alone, as he had a whole team of NPC hotel staff as well as his faithful sous chef. He just wouldn't know what to do with them if it hadn't been for the detailed instructions Mary had left behind when she realized she was getting sick.

"MORE SOUP!" Gunther bellowed to the kitchen staff. "You!" he shouted to a passing maid. "I vant this lobby COMPLETELY CLEANED AND SANITIZED from top to bottom. This desk, it must be so polished that I can see my face in it!"

Willkommen zum Arms Hotel
Heutige Specials sind Komfortnahrung.

The hotel was open because Mary would be furious if it closed. If anyone should ask, the specials were comfort food. And yes, Gunther did know how to read and write in English.

[Please mod Gunther for your food or hotel needs. No OCD today.]

Trooper Station: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale hasn't gone home at this point. He's still in the station trying to keep the troops on rotation and alert. The usual coffee and donuts are available for them and anyone else who decides to wander into the police station.

For someone who has gone without a day of sleep he still seems to be fairly energetic and alert.

Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel had listened to the radio. The island had been struck with plague, and he didn't doubt for a moment that it was God's work. Not only had he been humiliated by being turned mortal, he was also about to face death in the lowest and most degrading way possible.

He was not going out without a fight, however. The door was bolted. Anyone with symtoms would be tasered rather than let into the church.

[The church is... not exactly open, but the door is very knockable.]

Wonders of the World, Wednesday Afternoon

[joanna-stayton.livejournal.com]

Wonders of the World was not open for business today. But Joanna was there, returning her Go Kart after this morning's failed attempt to leave the island.

She was not happy, but that wasn't exactly anything new.

[ooc: for one angry sheriff and SP is love!]

The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo sat on a bench, brooding. He wanted to help, but he wasn't sure an old man like him wouldn't just get in the way. He had only the basic first aid training and that had been back in the war. There were no supply trucks to drive, and taking pictures was just useless just now. If it were trolls or something then he'd have some clue as to what to do.

[for a specific person, but it's the park, so open.]

Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 11/14

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

The Devil's Nest still sported its sign:

CLOSED DUE TO TOWN EMERGENCY

Town Hall - Wednesday Evening

[geniusdoctor.livejournal.com]

Doogie was in a somber mood as he made the rounds through the cot area and checked on the growing number of patients. The idea that someone could die from this sickness had occurred to him, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to one of the students. Needless to say, he was determined to not lose anyone else.

[OCD is up, come on in!]

Caritas, Wednesday Night

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

She probably could've put a sign out and closed the joint, her boss seemed like the type who'd go for "Closed on Account of Plague." But really, Faith didn't have anything better to do. She sucked with research and science crap. She sucked with sick people. She wasn't sick herself, probably wouldn't be considering Slayer healing shit. And hell, she probably wasn't the only one in this town who could use a drink.

So Caritas was open. Even if its bartender was pacing like a caged animal.

Fandom Post Office [14.11.07]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

The Post Office was closed. Most definitively closed, where closed involved locked and boarded up doors with heavy furniture pushed in front of them. Not that you could see those, because they were on the inside. With Moist.

Closed also included a sign on the outside of the door that read:

Closed Until Further Notice

Moist wasn't stupid and he had no intention of getting sick. He also had no intention of letting the sickness end up who knows where by means of the Sorting Engine, but if anyone asked, he'd deny that had anything to with why he'd closed the Post Office.

[ooc: Establishy for the week]